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just-here-for-the-moment · 3 years

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CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 LOVE💚💚💚 You deserve it and more because you are TALENTED and SO SWEET and everything you do is just 👨‍🍳🤌

I took the chance to spin your wheel… and first spin I got was Mando with a lactation kink… I KNOW this man loves kids and wants a big family so I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!!! All the love!

Woooo!!! This broke me. I was really going for XTRA FILTHY SMUT but that did not happen. This one surprised me when I wrote it by sneaking up all soft and sweet, and then ending that way too. That's okay, though, I like a good soft smut.

Hope you enjoy!!! :D

Word Count: 2030+

Rating: Explicit/mature, 18+ only

Outline: Din Djarin x “You”/Din’s wife (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: starts soft, ends soft; Din has a filthy mouth; praise kink (use of “good girl”); lactation kink; unprotected P/V sex in the context of marriage; sprinkling of breeding kink

Evenings and nights were always your favorite with your husband. It was the best time of the day, everyone settled down and quiet, the ship docked for the night wherever you were visiting or set to autopilot to the next destination. You knew your husband’s moods, the slight slump of his shoulders telling you that he was getting drowsy, ready to head below decks and rest, curled up in your arms.

You nursed your son, putting him down before heading up to the cockpit to knit for a bit and watch the stars race by. After an hour of that, you saw the telltale signs and knew that Din was done for the day, even if he didn’t know it himself. He pushed himself too hard, always believing that there was more of him to go around than there was.

Now that the baby was here, growing healthy and strong, Din had resumed his habit of staying up too late, tweaking just one more thing in the cockpit or looking over the available jobs just one more time. He had spent too many nights slumped sleeping in that pilot’s chair, and you had finally started being gently pushy, in the hopes of getting the man to just stop and rest.

You waited until you saw the helmet keel an inch too far to the right, knowing how heavy it felt on his head, his old habit of wearing full armor at all times in the cockpit in case things went sideways and he had to spring into action. You didn’t push him to relax or remove it, you knew how much he needed that feeling of being in control. But you could be sweet and soft, remind him how much you needed him at the end of the day, how good it would feel to finally remove the Beskar and curl up against you, skin to skin for the night.

“Din,” you made your voice soft. “It’s bedtime.”

His helmet tilted back to center and you heard him clear his throat. “Just one more thing, mesh’la.”

You smiled to yourself and finished off your row of stitches, giving him a few more minutes, tweaking knobs and fiddling with buttons. You got up and stretched, then came around to his side, placing one hand on the back of his neck with a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s go. You need your rest, or you’ll be no good to anyone tomorrow.”

Din lifted one hand to grip your waist affectionately. You could visualize the fight happening on his face, the urge to take care of just one more item battling against the pull of your soft curves in the dark. You leaned in, letting his helmet come to rest against your side.

“Let me take you to bed, you big, strong man.” Your voice was soft, your nails softer as you slipped them just under the cowl and dragged them across the back of his neck.

Din sighed and then set the ship to autopilot before he removed his helmet. His eyes were rimmed with hints of red, the circles underneath deeper than they had been yesterday. Your heart squeezed, and you immediately took the helmet to set it gently on the floor. You kneeled in front of his chair and didn’t say a word as you started to help him remove his gloves, then all of the parts of his armor that you could reach. For his part, Din let you worry your fingers over him. Then he stood up and took off his back plates and cape, piling everything neatly on the ground.

“Sit.” You left no room for argument, and Din complied. You muttered gently to yourself as you reached down to help him remove his boots, “Kriffing crazy man, pushing yourself so hard…”

Din let you undress him, let you massage your fingers up his calves and across his quads, and that told you more than anything how tired he really was. Normally he would at least protest, say that he didn’t need the help, but this quiet acquiescence was worrisome. Still, though, you knew how to relax him, get him to stop. You weren’t above using your feminine wiles to bend him to your will, all in the service of getting him to rest.

When he was finally down to his flight suit, you opened the front of it and peeled it down and off his shoulders, and then straddled his lap in the pilot’s chair. You started by skating your nails over his shoulders. Din closed his eyes as a shiver ran through his body. He nearly moaned, a soft “Ohhh…” floating out into the quiet of the cockpit.

You gently pushed his forehead so that he could lean his head back on the headrest, and increased the pressure of your fingers as you rubbed circles into the knots of his biceps and trapezius muscles. Din let his hands rest on your thighs as you worked him over, and by the end of it, he was putty in your hands. You finished by laying a soft kiss to his velvet lips, and you were surprised when he kissed back and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight.

“Sweet man, I thought you were tired?” You smiled as he brought his eyes to rest on your face.

“No, mesh’la. I think I just got a second wind.” Din raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled as you felt him twitch hard underneath your crotch.

“No, you need to rest, my husband. You’re awfully tired.”

Din groaned as he buried his face against your sternum, grinding up against your through your clothing. You threaded your fingers through his curls and scraped your nails from his ears down to his neck, pulling a moan from deep in his throat.

“But I need to have you, just like this.” Din brought his hands up to untie the laces of your wrap dress, sliding his thick fingers under the fabric as it fell open. “Please? Can I taste your milk? You know I love to taste you, mesh’la.” He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts. You felt a thrill run through your body, finding it harder and harder to be stern with him.

“No, Din, you really need-” You gasped as he cupped your breast with one big hand and brought his mouth to the nipple. “You need…” But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember the next part of your orders. You let your dress slide down your arms and off your shoulders, pooling on the floor of the cockpit. Your panties were damp, and Din’s strong arm wrapped around you, holding you firmly in place.

“I know what I need, my sweet wife. I need you.” Din dove back to your breast with his hungry mouth, swirling the nipple with his tongue as his erection grew and pressed harder against your clothed cunt. You felt your milk prickling behind your areolas, knowing that if Din applied any suction, you would start leaking from both breasts, and then you would entirely lose control of this mission to get him to bed.

“No, Din, bed-” but he cut you off with a growl, something primal and low that rumbled from deep in his chest and took your breath away as he gripped you closer, teeth scraping against your budded nipple.

Din began to suckle, and you threw your head back with a gasp, clinging tightly to his shoulders as the muscles flexed under your touch. He was quiet but greedy, sucking at one side before moving to the other. The feel of your milk letting down made you moan, and giving in was just too easy, too sweet to resist. You let your husband take what he wanted, what he needed from you. There would be plenty for the baby still.

“You taste like the stars, sweet girl.” Din’s voice was a hoarse whisper in between his lapping, and his praises made you wetter. “You taste like honey and sunshine like this.”

“Diiinn…” Your head was fuzzy, wiped clean of everything except desire. “Din, please…”

You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, but Din took charge, lifting you half out of his lap so that he could free his cock, before hooking one thick finger and pulling your panties to the side. He swept the head of his penis back and forth against your slick folds and then thrust up inside, settling you back on his lap with his arm wrapped tight around your lower back.

“My wife, my girl,” he growled into your mouth as he worked you against him. You braced your feet as best you could, but Din was determined to do things his way. You let him pull and release you with that iron grip, canting your hips back and forth as he rocked you on his length. He ducked his head back down and lapped at you again and again.

All you could manage was a breathy, “Ohhh,” as he kept thrusting up into you at a steady pace. You grasped at his shoulders, his hair, anywhere you could find a purchase to steady yourself.

“My wife has the sweetest tits in the whole galaxy. Such a good girl, letting me fuck her like this.” Din’s eyes sparkled as he looked up at you. “Want me to fuck another warrior into you, mesh’la? Another baby?”

“Yes, oh!” You felt your climax start to unfurl, every nerve tingling as his cock rubbed against your clit from this angle.

Din suckled you again and again, pausing only to growl praises and promises up into your mouth.

“You’d like that? You want me to fill you up again? I’ll keep you pregnant all the time, full of milk for me and our babies.” His arm wrapped tighter around your waist as he fucked up inside of you harder. “Keep your tits full? Keep you dripping sweet milk, all for me?”

You nodded and kissed him. “Yes, please- yes, yes. Fill me up, Din. I want you to.”

“Come for me first, sweet girl.” Din cupped his free hand under your knee and lifted your leg high and open. “Touch yourself. I want my wife to come around my cock.”

Your hand flew down inside your panties to touch your clit, rubbing and pressing it in circles, trying desperately to follow his wishes. Finally you felt the finish coming. You gasped out to him as you came and Din kept his eyes pinned on your face as you cried out. Your cunt squeezed and milked his cock as he began to spurt his own release deep inside. Din let go of your leg, and both arms wrapped your waist in a vise grip as he ground himself into you and climaxed.

When you were both spent, Din brought both hands to cup your breasts, licking the last of your milk from the swollen nipples.

Din’s “Hmmmm…” reverberated through his lips, the deepest and most satisfied sound you could imagine. You felt him hot inside of you, and you were reluctant to lift yourself off his lap. He softened inside of you bit by bit as he licked your nipples, squeezing both breasts until he was satisfied that he had gotten every last drop.

You draped your arms around the back of Din’s neck and let his cheek rest against your breast, curling your fingers gently in the back of his hair and feeling him finally soften fully.

“Will you sleep well, my husband?” You gently teased him, a soft smile on your lips as you looked down at him and stroked his face.

Din looked up at you from under his lashes, and your heart ached at how peaceful his big brown eyes were, how comforted he looked there in your arms. You wanted him to look like that forever. You wished you could somehow wipe all worry and strain from his life. But maybe this was the best you could do for your husband, just comfort him and give him solace when he needed it most.

Din closed his eyes and breathed deeply, and you let him rest there a while longer.

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majestyeverlasting · 3 years

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Congratulations on your one month tumblr anniversary! Could you please write prompts 16 and 46 with fatws!Bucky x reader? Thank you! :)

♡ Hi, thank you so much! I appreciate you for waiting on me to write this. I had a lot of fun with it, so I hope you enjoy! To summarize, the reader gets to accompany Bucky on an assignment in Germany, and the two of them take advantage of the special housing arrangement they’re given on a private portion of the beach. You guys get to see a little dash of multilingual Bucky towards the end in a really sweet way. The whole thing is pretty cute overall.

♡ Prompt 16: “You’re not good at pretending to be asleep.”

♡ Prompt 46: “Stop making me laugh, I’m supposed to be angry with you.”

Once More

As the tide rolled in, a gentle breeze came with it. Each ebb and flow brought the lukewarm water of the bay running over your feet as your toes pressed into the soft sand. The seagulls gliding above seemed to be welcoming you as they released their throaty cries into the air. Aside from them and the gentle slosh of the bubbling tide, there were no immediate sounds; it was peaceful.

That portion of the beach was private, situated along the Bay of Kiel. It sat behind the small, white, house that you and Bucky were staying in for the week-long duration of his assignment. It was the first time in a while that you’d been able to accompany him because, for once, he and Sam were solely doing investigative work.

There would be no intense pursuits, no combat, no casualties. Just observing.

In the weeks prior, the Office of International Affairs in D.C. had received word that under-the-table negotiations were being proposed in the port city of Kiel. They needed eyes and ears on the ground to confirm whether or not such claims were valid. Because if they were, a major threat would be posed to European infrastructure and the millions who depended on it. So after housing arrangements were made, the three of you were flown into a private airport in Germany along with a couple of military agents.

It was a peculiar getaway, but a getaway no less.

You let out a small yelp when a pair of arms snaked around your waist from behind, squeezing gently. “Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky murmured into your ear, kissing it afterwards. “I saw you walk out here.”

As you relaxed, a thoughtful hum rose up your throat. “I figured you might’ve. You’re not very good at pretending to be asleep.”

Before you wandered out to the shoreline, Bucky had been laying on the wicker couch on the back porch, baby blue cushions beneath him. There were a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes as his chest rose with steady breaths. You had paused to see if he was awake and would acknowledge you. The corners of his lips twitched upwards the slightest bit, which you almost considered calling him out for.

But when he didn’t show any other signs of being awake, you leaned down to press a light kiss to his forehead before heading down the steps, and onto the wooden walkway that led to the sand.

At your comment, Bucky chuckled and let his mouth move the spot beneath your ear, nipping gently.

You shivered, and said, “I should’ve pinched you.”

“That wouldn’t have been nice.” A smile was evident in his voice.

You shrugged with a small huff of laughter. The two of you then gazed out at the expanse of the bay. Ships sailed along the line of the horizon in the distance. The tide continued rolling in, though never rising quite above your knees.

“I love you,” he said eventually, his words competing with the seagulls.

“I love you too.” He coaxed you to turn to face him. When you did, you saw that the white button down he wore was unbuttoned and flowing in the calm wind.

Seamlessly, his flesh hand rose to cup your face and he connected his lips to yours. You could taste the lingering hint of Merlot on his tongue from when you two had shared a glass in the hour prior. Bucky kissed you slowly, and gently, yet still with passion. Had the tide not been lapping at your legs, you would have had reason to believe you were floating.

You chased his lips for a final peck when he started to pull away, making him smile. He looked handsome in the late afternoon sun and you allowed yourself to study his face. A few freckles lined his cheeks and you reached up to run your finger over them. Then your hand fell so that you could wrap your arms around him in an embrace. His secured around you in return.

It was getting closer to the time he had to meet up with Sam and the agents to eavesdrop on a meeting being held at a classified location near the Port of Kiel shipyard.

“You have to leave me soon, don’t you?” You asked, head resting on his shoulder.

“In another hour,” he confirmed. “I should be back before it gets too late.”

“Okay,” you murmured. “And you promise you guys will be safe?”

Bucky chuckled and gave you a squeeze. “We’ve done this kinda stuff once or twice, doll. We’ll be alright,” he said, a note of teasing to his tone. “But, yes. I promise.”

It was before midnight when he arrived back at the house. Late, but before midnight nonetheless. When he walked through the front door, you were laying on the couch in the living room, curled up in one of the fluffy blankets you’d packed. The TV glowed as it aired a nightly news report that had failed to grasp your full attention. You would’ve crawled into bed had you not been waiting for him.

The sight of his tall frame made you push yourself up to stand, the blanket slipping off you, and back down to the couch. You didn’t realize that a small smile had stretched across your face.

“See?” He said, smiling back. “Not too bad, right? Could’ve been later.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “How’d everything go?”

He ran a hand through his hair as he began to walk towards you. His boots thudded against the wooden planks of the floor. “Things are looking pretty good so far,” he began. There wasn’t anything discussed that raised reason for concern. We’ll see how things play out as we keep an eye out these next few days. That’ll determine everyone’s next move,” he explained, stopping a little ways in front of you. “How about you, pretty girl? What’d you get up to while I was gone?”

Nothing worth noting, you wanted to say. But you decided to tease him instead. “Oh, you know.” You shrugged. “A little bit of everything. Went out on the town, danced on a few tables, got whisked away by a stranger—electrifying stuff.”

A hint of a smirk appeared on Bucky’s face as he narrowed his eyes at you. “I don’t think you’d look this cozy after doing all that.” He began to take off his leather jacket, revealing a black T-shirt that accentuated the definition of his upper body. His vibranium arm almost seemed to blend into the dark fabric, making the gold streaks of accent stand out. Black was one of your favorite colors on him for that very reason.

But you weren’t done messing with him quite yet. “Maybe that’s what I want it to seem like.” You raised your brows in a challenge. Bucky stared at you for a few more beats before stalking off towards the master bedroom with a lighthearted roll of his eyes.

“Wait, no! Don’t leave.” You laughed, following after him.

Bucky didn’t react when you wrapped your arms around him in a jarring hug, forcing him to walk into the bedroom carting a portion of your weight as you attempted to slow his steps. The room was a modest space suited with a neutral color scheme. Lots of browns and creams with a couple pops of a pretty burnt orange. The full-sized bed was smaller than the two of you were used to, but the proximity that came along with sleeping in it hadn’t been too bad the previous night.

He tossed his jacket onto it.

“I was just kidding,” you said. “I was here the whole time. I went out back to watch the sunset, but I hardly did anything other than that. Just scrolled on my phone and read a little. And missed you.”

He finally laughed and pried your arms from around him. “I know, doll.” Then he smirked. “You’d probably fall if you actually tried dancing on a table.”

“Hey!” You lightly slapped his chest with the back of your hand. “I would not.” Bucky’s laughter dwindled when you pouted and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, c’mon,” he said, moving to stand in front of you. “I was joking. You know I was.” You almost cracked a smile when he lifted your chin so you could meet his eyes.

“Ich liebe dich,” he stated. German for I love you.

“I have no idea what you just said.” That was a lie.

You let him pull you to your feet as his shoulders shook with amusement. “Yes you do,” he countered.

Then he took your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and peppered some across your cheeks in a way that pleasantly ghosted over your skin. In between them, he told you that he loved you in a few of the languages he spoke—the ones in which he knew you were familiar with the phrase. He even called you “pretty girl” in Russian before pecking your lips. The whole while, warmth spread through your face.

He smiled at the sight of the sparkle in your eyes. “Do I need to repeat anything, or did you understand?”

That drew a chuckle out of you, against your attempt and feigning indifference. “Stop making me laugh,” you whined in defeat. “I’m supposed to be angry with you.”

“And how’s that working out?”

“It’s not,” you muttered. “I love you too.”

And your lips met his once more.

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djarrex · 3 years

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Pretty please can we have something where Echo and TBB find out Rex and reader are expecting? Bonus points for Omega's reaction cause I wonder sometimes whether she knows much about the natural way babies are made? I figure she wouldn't have need of that information in the Kaminoans' eyes.

I wanna preface this by expressing the joy I feel and the appreciation I have when you guys come into my inbox asking or wanting to talk about Post-Order 66 Rex and fam. I love it SO MUCH you have no idea :’)

So, if you remember, Hunter was briefly in Insatiable and has a couple lines of dialogue - he even congratulates them on the pregnancy and wishes them well in case he doesn’t see them soon - which is shown during Rex + reader + Hunter’s short interaction. The squad is told the happy news before the events of that particular installment, and I’m thinking that it happens when Rex contacts them to ask if they would be able meet him on [planet] for a little help with [mission].

Find the rest of the series and related works in the Post-Order 66 Rex ML

Let’s go back in time when Rex makes contact with TBB, which preludes the events of Insatiable: (pregnant!reader, TBB + Omega finds out, about 1.6k words)

<<<>>>

"We’re being hailed.”

All members on board the Marauder drop what they’re doing and turn their attention to Echo, who had just called out and is signaling for everyone to congregate in the cockpit. Hunter sheathes the knife he’d been twirling in his fingers and nods before stepping towards the rear of the ship and calling for Omega, while Wrecker sets down Gonky and waves her over. Tech and Echo are already sat in the cockpit, getting the signal steady for the incoming transmission to come through.

"What is it?" Omega jumps down from the gunner's nest - now her room thanks to Wrecker's kind heart and creativity - and joins her brothers in the cockpit. The pilot seats are swiveled around and facing the small space in the center of all of them - the bust of a familiar captain popping into view. "Oh, it's Rex! Hi Rex!" She waves at his translucent blue form with a giddy smile plastered on her face. “Where is-”

"Hello Omega," you chime in with a smile as your head pops into the perimeter of the holo. Her sweet face lights up even more, and her eyes move back and forth between you both, unsure of whom to focus on. From the room you’re still staying at in a high-rise located in Yerbana City, the two of you exchange quick greetings with the five who are currently traveling through hyperspace.

“What’s goin’ on, Rex?” The gentle giant asks with a grin and hands placed on his hips. The captain straightens his stance and crosses his armored arms across his chest plate, and instead of directing his impending response to Wrecker, Rex’s attention turns to Hunter, who’s leaned against the frame at the threshold of the cockpit. A moment passes as the two share a nonverbal understanding before Rex opens his mouth - the focusing pairs of eyes on one another.

“I wanted to see if your squad would be available to help me out.” You quietly observe each individual who are all appearing on your end as full-body projections, landing on Omega to where she’s sitting on top of their Gonk droid - her hands folded neatly in her lap, legs swinging.

“Name it.” Echo is quick to respond with a affirmative nod as he meets the eyes of each member - cutting off Hunter before the sergeant can get a word in. Rex’s oldest friend found himself caught at the receiving end of a very slight glare coming from directly across from him, and begins to backtrack. “I-”

“What is it, Captain?” Hunter interjects.

You sort of tune out the rest, having already been given the spiel by Rex long before you’d suggested for him to contact Hunter for some much-needed assistance. It’s a simple mission: scouting out an abandoned base in hopes to obtain supposedly valuable information from the obsolete Republic database and perhaps to also restock on munitions if there’s anything left there. Normally this would be something Rex could manage on his own, though his thoughts have been a little busy since the start of your extended stay in Yerbana. The two of you ended up taking a little much-needed ‘vacation’ in the repopulating capitol city after receiving the incredible news, and you’re just now getting back into the swing of things. Well, for the most part. Rex doesn’t quite trust his focus as of late with far too many other important things swarming around in his mind, and is worried that he'd make a mistake doing the mission solo, no matter how simple the objective appears to be.

Hunter accepts without resistance, and confirms that they'll meet the two of you just outside the abandoned base immediately after they’ve finished their current objective for Cid, which will probably be in another eighteen hours or so. Rex transmits the coordinates, and it falls silent; the awkward clearing of the throat coming from Rex crackles through the air on their end.

“Somethin’ else, Rex?”

“Actually, yeah. We have some news.” Rex grins and rubs at his nape, and you can't help but to smile wide at him from your position at his side. The squad members all share a glance - a mixture of raised, inquisitive brows and narrowed, concerned eyes. Hunter steps closer to the projection, caution engrained within the features of his half-inked face as he crosses his arms.

“Tell them, love,” your sweet voice of reassurance crackles with the brief wavering signal - your hand laying to rest on his pauldron. Rex chuckles down at his feet and grabs your hand to bring it up to his chest, squeezing gently as he begins to acknowledge the others.

“Everything okay, you two?”

“Based on their lifted expressions and display of affection towards one another, it appears that this ‘news’ is of a positive, exuberant nature.”

You can’t help but laugh at Tech being Tech, which results in mixed reactions at the other end of the call. Rex inhales deep - the air quietly seeping through his nostrils on the exhale. “We’re, uh- we’re gonna have a baby.” His lit up eyes drop to his boots and he’s smirking at his feet as soon as the words leave his lips. You watch as the multiple pair of eyes widen with smiles creeping their way onto each member of the squad’s faces, but the first person to audibly respond is Tech - his focus not lifting from the device held in his hands.

“Are you certain?” All heads snap in Tech’s direction to where he’s leaned forward in the pilot’s seat, elbows resting on his thighs, continuing to tap away at the datapad. Smacking his bother’s knee, Echo squints at Tech and shakes his head.

“Yes, Tech,” you giggle as your hand releases from Rex’s and moves to rest against the beginnings of your baby bump, though you’re unsure if they are able to see either one of you from the chest down. “The bun has been confirmed as baking in the oven. We risked a brief visit to the local med center here, so, we’re certain.”

“Well then.” Tech’s brows lift above the rim of his goggles as he readjusts the spectacles with a finger pushing between them. “Felicitations to you both. That is quite extraordinary news. It seems that I was correct in-”

“That’s so wonderful!” Omega exclaims with the largest grin - hopping off the GNK and clapping her hands excitedly as she approaches you. “When are you getting the baby? Are we going to see the baby when we meet them at the rendezvous, Hunter?”

“Of course you're going to see the baby, Omega,” you answer softly for Hunter, giving him a quick smile and nod, saving him from having to explain. “It won’t be for quite a few months, though. Not until after the baby is born.” Omega’s brows pinch together in confusion, and you cautiously elaborate, unsure of what she already knows as far as what the natural-born process entails. “The baby has to grow inside of me first, and that takes a little while.”

"Inside of you?" Her curiosity is absolutely adorable. She turns to her brothers - soft eyes flickering to each one of them.

"You see, Omega, when-"

"Uh, Tech?" Rex clears his throat, and the intelligent trooper is quick to get the hint - closing his mouth and resuming to silently tap at the datapad. Echo is next to chime in, and he’s smiling like a fool, eyes wide.

“You’re gonna be a dad, eh? Wow... that’s- that’s just incredible, brother.”

“I’m gonna be an uncle!” Wrecker very loudly exclaims, and Omega and you share giggles at his enthusiasm.

“Technically, Wrecker, we are all going to be ‘uncles’ since Rex is our brother, genetically speaking. Therefore, any offspring he may produce would be considered as our nieces and nephews. That is how the nat-borns conduct their family trees.” Tech punctuates his statement with a sure nod - speaking with his finger raised in the air so as to draw attention to his point.

You’re so lost in the way Rex’s eyes continue to positively sparkle with pride and adoration as his brothers and Omega shower the two of you with congratulatory praises that you’re forgetting to respond to all of them.

“We appreciate it, everyone,” you say with an ear-to-ear grin - beaming at Rex.

“We’ll see you all soon,” Rex concludes, “Stay safe out there.”

The holo vanishes as the transmission disconnects, leaving the squad on board the Marauder to go over some more details of their next objective as well as to process the news.

“So...” Wrecker turns around and leads Gonky back to where he was benching the power droid before the call. “What do ya think Rex is gonna do?”

Hunter raises the brow bordered with dark ink. “What do you mean?”

“Are they going to keep this up, now that they’re going to have a kid? You know, the missions and stuff?”

“We have Omega,” Tech inputs matter-of-factly as he prepares the ship for exit from hyperspace. “And we are managing just fine, barring our dwindling ration supply.” Omega smiles sheepishly, but nods with confidence.

“Rex is a good man.” Echo swivels his seat around and sits up straight, meeting the four pair of eyes now gazing back at him. “Always tried to do what was best for his men, his brothers, and still does, even if it's beyond his control or out of his hands. Now that Rex is... free,” Echo puts the most stress into that word as it’s spoken - glancing down at his feet and chewing the inside of his cheek before continuing, “He’s in control of his life, and is able to choose his own path. And that path will lead to what’s best for his family.”

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Streamer!Scaramouche [2]

thanks for all the support in the first part! i wrote a second part where scaramouche plays genshin + the reader comes in (i tried to make it as gender neutral as possible, so let me know if there’s something off!). you’re a close friend of scaramouche and also a voice actor!

i had been planning this since i wrote the first part, but because i was busy and uninspired i couldn’t finish it. but here it is and it’s actually pretty long (over 5k words...)! i hope you guys will like this!! obviously he’s a little nicer than he is in game but,,, for the sake of the plot + it being a modern au, it had to be done sjnfdskjf

He was selected to play the beta for genshin because of his popularity and tbh he really wanted to play it

The game hadn’t really caught his eye all that much when he first heard about it but he saw how everyone online went crazy over it (plus other streamers who also were selected to play it in early access kept talking about it) and he became more curious to know what it would be like and if it’d live to everyone’s expectations

However he couldn’t really play it until it was officially released because he had a very busy schedule, and when he saw other streams of people playing it he was,,, lowkey jealous because it did look fun

When it was finally released and the game finished downloading and installing, he went live right away

And since so many people were looking forward to seeing him play plus the game was getting so popular so fast, that stream of when he first played hit his biggest milestone of live viewers ever

ANYWAYS skip forward to further into the game

when it comes to the gacha,,,

we’ve established that this boy is loaded. he won’t hesitate to throw some big amounts of money at the game to get every single character and weapon he wants and get their constellations to the max

i feel like he’d make little bets (and it works as a way to thank the chat for the support) like “if i get (insert newest character) in the first 50 pulls, i will gift 50 subs”

he’d be SOOOOOOO LUCKY it’d make everyone who doesn’t play think that it must be very easy to get the 5 stars or that the drop rate must be very high,,,

so in the end he’d have to gift the subs and it’d be funny to see the chat go absolutely crazy because everyone is commenting at the same time trying to see if they got lucky too and got the sub

but the chat goes so fast that they can’t even see their own comment after they send it sNDJGDJSK

he’d end up turning subs mode on for a while because it goes crazy

and that’s when he’d see people going “I GOT THE SUB-” all excited and he can’t help but chuckle and congratulate them for being one of the lucky ones

probably another game he can use to play with some subs once in a while! they could play co-op and when he’s a very high level he’d go to the worlds of some of his subs with lower level to help them with whatever they need

SO, LITTLE SKIP HERE

this is where i want the reader to slide into the picture

you’d be a voice actor, and also you have been a friend of his for a very long time

he met you even before he started streaming and you were always so supportive of him, as he was of every and each of your dreams

in fact, he would have invited you over more than once to stream with him

people don’t say anything bc they’re afraid of scaramouche banning them (it’s happened before) + they understand it can be disrespectful... but…

some people lowkey ship you two a little bit,,,,,, you didn’t hear it from me. scaramouche don’t ban me----

so one day he’s making another livestream playing genshin (sponsored by mihoyo to promote the newest update and event) and they’re going to release a new character

AND he has told everyone that you are the voice actor of the new character, who will be introduced in the event and is also getting their own banner

so everyone is very curious of what they’ll be like, if scaramouche will try to get them (obviously he will, he has every single character…. the amount of money he has put into the game…. just thinking of it gives me the heebie-jeebies)

could he even,,, main them,,,,

spoiler: he won’t because he’ll stay honest till the end (and no hard feelings) but there are other characters that he has built up to the max just like them and still work better with the way he plays but he’ll still find a chance to use them often

he didn’t know anything of what the character you voiced would be like because you wanted to keep it a surprise and he knew his audience would enjoy seeing his first reactions

I think the character you voice in the game would have the role that Scaramouche has in the actual game, and their design would be fairly similar (maybe similar color palette) to the design fans made for him as a genshin character (the one i mentioned that he uses for popup notifs of subscriptions and all!)

needless to say he’d absolutely love their personality and the charisma you showed in their lines

of course when he finally gets them he shows everything about them including all their voice lines and he compliments y/n’s voice acting… that was the first time people suspected that....

mayhaps… scaramouche….

has feelings for you....

it’s in the soft gaze in his eyes,,, the gentle smile on his lips,,, his soft voice when saying “I think this one is my favorite line of theirs”

and just how BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL his laugh sounds when someone comments he should invite you and ask you to do that voiceline live for him and everyone else

he’d jokingly reach for his phone and be like “should i call them? i could”

(but he wouldn’t because he doesn’t want to disturb you, you may be busy, considering you still hadn’t replied to the messages he sent to you before he started the stream a few hours ago)

if anyone dares be mean to you saying you got the chance to voice act for genshin just bc of scaramouche

or implies that he did something to get you there he’ll get quite mad even tho he won’t speak up about it (he might if enough people say it)

people can see something shift in his gaze,,,, and he bans them permanently right away

it’d be kinda funny when he does those “reading unban requests” streams and he goes past immediately rejecting people who said those kind of stuff, not even reading the apologies JSNKJFNDSJKGNSDK

some people say he’s too strict about it but literally his stream his rules. people who don’t like him should just not watch him

and people who like him should NOT speak badly about you or doubt your talent and effort, which is what brought you that opportunity in the first place

one day he’d be streaming playing the game, he had been using your character and gathering materials to get their last ascension

and at one point he’d grab his phone and look at the screen for a second before putting it back down and saying he had planned something else for tonight besides playing genshin for a while

then, the doorbell would ring (before he could even close the game-) and it’d be heard from his setup room so people in the chat heard it and they’re all like???

it’s definitely not takeout because scaramouche never orders takeout when he’s on his own, he usually cooks for himself and just orders it when he’s with friends and they all feel like eating something different

actually, offtopic, but i have a feeling he’d be very responsible when it comes to food and like he’d cook himself proper meals all perfectly balanced and all- he could afford having someone cook for him but his house = his privacy and personal space so he’d rather do it himself

it’s like, past 10pm, so no way it would be a package or mail at that time

and then he says “we have a visitor tonight”

and then the chat goes crazy saying “CHILDE” “HARBINGERS” but mostly “Y/N!??!?/PLEASE LET IT BE Y/N”

AND IT WAS YOU!!!!

and omg you brought takeout--------

it had been a while since they had seen you in scaramouche’s stream and you didn’t have your own channel (even though there were many people who encouraged you to open one)

SO everyone was very excited

i feel like scaramouche wouldn’t be the biggest fan of eating on camera so you guys would put the food away so that you can eat it later on your own without an audience

and you two would just spend a while talking to the chat, watching videos

AND reviewing fanart and fanmade content together!! it’d be so cute especially fanarts of the two of you together, little animatics or comics of funny clips or memes from his streams of you two,,,

someone made a little felt plushie of the genshin character you voiced and the way you COOED because it was SO cute

only those who were truly paying attention were able to notice the soft smile on scaramouche’s lips and the way he looked at you as you gushed over how cute the little plushie is and how talented the person who made it is!!

also you’d tell him you saw signora make a stream where she talked to some of her fans on discord individually to give them advice on their life/problems (nothing too serious) and it was very funny and you wanted to do that with him someday

and he’s like “that… could be a huge mess. people could say some crazy stuff” and you’re like “NO but i talked to her about it and she said she got her mods to talk to them first and approve them before they moved them up to the channel where she was to talk to her”

and he’s like “still…….. what if people lie and then when they get to talk to us they say something-”

and you’re like “BOY!!!! DO YOU NOT TRUST YOUR FANS *GASP*” and everyone in the chat is also going “GASP” “HE DOESN’T TRUST US…” “IS THIS YOUR IDOL…..?” “SAY SORRY” (all good fun, obviously he’d love to talk to everyone if he could make sure there won’t be anything disrespectful said)

SO!!!!! you two say you’ll plan to do something like that soon and everyone is very excited, they can already tell it’ll be both super cute and hilarious

before he ends the stream, you two watch some videos together

some are about some upcoming videogames and he talks about them and what he knows and explaining things to you... he is.. so knowledgeable…

the way you look at him as he goes into a little rant about it… cinematic parallels with the way he looked at you before

ONCE AGAIN, people aren’t blind. they notice. but they keep it to themselves bc scary scara (the way i had to resist overusing this one joke with his name-)

so the stream ends and you two walk out of the setup room to go to his living room and eat the takeout you brought while watching something on tv

he apologises because the food is cold now, but you brush it off saying it’s ok, you had missed being on his streams and you two can just heat up the food again

he doesn’t look at you in the eyes as he mutters that you know you can join his streams whenever, and instead just says it as he makes his way to the kitchen to heat the food

you join him in the kitchen soon after and tell him you also bought something for dessert and put it in the fridge already before

and honestly he didn’t know how much he wanted to eat that dessert until it was in his fridge, so he can’t stop himself from sighing and saying “god, i love you”

there’s silence for a second, right as the microwave beeps as it finished heating the food

it feels eternal to him, but you immediately started laughing and said jokingly “of course you do! you’re welcome!”

he’s happy you took it as a joke because that’s not how he planned to confess (he didn’t plan to confess anytime soon in the first place) but at the same time ?? he’s lowkey offended inside because? you took it as a joke?? is it so unrealistic that you wouldn’t even think that he meant it romantically?

it’s at that moment that he realises that if he didn’t want to confess before, now he does.

he wouldn’t want anyone to know about how he let that slip because he’s sure no one in you two’s friend group even knows he likes you

but you,,, actually,,,,, were actually caught off guard too because scaramouche wasn’t precisely one for words of affection and he showed his care for everyone with his actions

in fact, you had never heard him say those words before but well- it was kinda nice- if only he meant it as you feel it- but he couldn’t, right? who’d confess their feelings so casually while looking at a dessert in the fridge with desire-------

that night, it gets pretty late and to be honest he’s a little too tired to drive you home as he usually would, so he asks if you’d like to sleep over

it wouldn’t be your first time doing so, not even the first time you stayed unplanned, and he had a couple guest rooms that you could use so you accepted

also, staying for longer meant you could keep watching some more of that series with him without worrying about it getting late

or,,,

“actually” you said in a low voice, almost a whisper, since it was getting late and you two had been in complete silence while watching the series “i lowkey still wanted to stream some more”

he scoffs but then lets out a short chuckle, replying in the same volume

“it’s past 2am, who’s going to watch me stream now?”

“i would” have mercy for his poor heart- “but i’d be the streamer too this time so it doesn’t count”

“what even would we do”

“can we play that co-op game you played with childe? it was so much fun”

had you not brought it up, he wouldn’t have offered that ever because? if he had recently played it with childe he didn’t want to stream it again and make it feel repetitive for his audience

(jokes on him because when genshin came out they put up with it being the only thing he streamed for over a week. they’d rewatch any game if it’s you two playing it)

but to be honest, he didn’t really want to stream anymore that day and just wanted to be with you, just you and no one else

he got up from the couch and walked towards the hallway, making you look up to him in confusion for a second, but then started getting excited knowing this meant he was going to let you play it with him

“i don’t really feel like streaming anymore today, but we can still play it. let’s go”

the next day, you two wake up around the same time and make breakfast together

scaramouche i feel is not very talkative in the mornings

in fact, i feel like he’s just not the most talkative in general. he’s more the type to listen, but it’s different during his streams because he’s doing what he loves and talking about what he loves

and when it comes to you and he talks more it’s because he’s talking to who he loves----

before you’re going to leave and you’re standing at the door about to say goodbye to him, he suddenly speaks up before you can

“do you want to go somewhere tomorrow?”

you raise your eyebrows in curiosity from the sudden request, but then smile at him and nod

“yeah sure! what do you have in min-”

“it’s a date” he said, interrupting you, which was weird enough of him (since he would never interrupt you), but his words were even weirder-

“h-huh?” you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, and scaramouche just repeated his words

on the outside, he looked so casual and just, confident- bUT INSIDE he was actually panicking a little bit

but just a little bit.

After a moment, you smiled at him again, this time somewhat more shily but also excited for your date!

“I look forward to it”

Just with that, you two knew you had made the first step

You weren’t just friends anymore

You two had hung out on your own many times before, in fact and as it was mentioned before, you two had even slept over at his house or yours many times before

but it had all always been purely platonic, and you guys had never even questioned that aspect of it even after realising you had romantic feelings for each other

he’d spend the rest of the day thinking of what you could do the next day, as if he hadn’t been brainstorming for ideas all night either

i feel like he hasn’t gone in many (if not any--) dates before

solely because he has never been interested in romance plus he had never liked someone or at least, not as much as he liked you

and even when he found out he felt something for you, he just always told himself he was okay with how things were, because he’d never experienced anything beyond friendship and didn’t feel the need to try and maybe ruin the friendship

SO he didn’t have many ideas of what a good date could be

he definitely didn’t want a cliché corny date, but he really didn’t have any idea of what was good enough for a date

(and if for future dates you want something he’d consider a “”cliché corny date”” he’d do it for you and actually enjoy it)

the last thing he wanted was to have to ask you what you could do for your date

1- because he didn’t want to show you any side of him that didn’t look like he always has everything under control and he’s always composed (as if you wouldn’t want to see every side of him, even his most vulnerable sides- you’d have to work on that with him when you two become official)

2- he… kind of wanted to surprise you…..

but it really got to the point where he really didn’t know what you’d like the most (or what he’d like the most too) and what he wanted most over anything else is to not disappoint you in you two’s first date

SO he finally texted you asking if there was anything special you wanted to do (and therefore indirectly admitting he……….. just really wanted to ask you out. so much he did it without thinking of what he’d do if you said yes--)

you didn’t seem to mind, and in fact you were happy he asked for your opinion

overall, scaramouche was very independent so he wasn’t one to ask others for advice, opinions or anything, much less for help regarding anything

“how long has it been since we last went to the arcade? we could go there! i heard from childe that they added new games!”

and he’s like !?!?!?? THAT…. is…….. the perfect idea

“that actually sounds perfect” he admitted, and the message brought a big smile to your face

“just don’t get mad at me when you lose at all of them” he sent right after, teasing you, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh out loud

“the last time i won in your favorite game” you reminded him, and even after he read your message, he took a little bit to reply

(he needed a second to put the pieces of his pride together SJNFKJDS)

“don’t get used to it, it won’t happen again”

“we will see about that” the more you two joked like this, the more excited you got thinking about tomorrow

scaramouche was sure now that it’d be a great first date that you’d both remember forever

the next day, it was almost the time for the date and scaramouche was going to pick you up at your house

i feel like scaramouche would be very fashionable and even in his style he doesn’t try to hide that he’s loaded…

not that he cares about buying cheap clothes, literally he’d say if he likes it and it’s good (aka it’s not cheap because it’s made of something that won’t make it last longer than 3 weeks) he’ll get it

but it just so happens that many times… the clothes he likes most are from famous brands…

AND THIS DAY!!!!!! he’s putting together one of his favorite outfits because it’s a special day

it almost hurts me just how nonchalant he’d look on the outside, making it a little hard to know exactly just how much this date meant to him (because as i said he’s not one to be very vocal about his feelings or even his thoughts)

BUT i trust that you… since you know him well…. can see past all that and you know that this is not just anything casual to him. this is special.

STILL!!!! he’d try his best to not let the blush rise to his cheeks and show, as well as to not let his voice shake when he complimented that you looked very good

ANYWAYS i think i think Scaramouche wouldn’t be one for big pda

the most he’d do where anyone can see is hold your hand or put his arm around your waist

WHICH IS WHY he’d try to be all smooth (and he would manage) reaching for your hand and lacing his fingers with yours

he wouldn’t make eye contact because then he’s sure it’ll show on his face that he’s getting somewhat flustered, but he’d still ask if you’re okay with it, to which you said yes

the area where the arcade was is always somewhat crowded so when you two were getting there, scaramouche would tighten the grip on your hand a little bit to make sure you wouldn’t let go and you’d be pulled apart by people trying to walk past however they can

you know that if you two got serious about your relationship, he would want to be the first person to share the news with his fans

BUT since he was so popular now, you two lived in a pretty big city and now were at a popular area (+ scaramouche wouldn’t be the type to try and hide his identity because he’s never had people make a fuss when they recognise him)

you were a little worried someone would see you two and maybe take a picture and post it online and it’d go viral before he can admit it himself

because of that, you end up throwing back to him the question he had asked when he held your hand

“are you sure this is okay?”

your question confused him because he didn’t know what you mean, so he finally looked you in the eyes and waited for you to explain further

“it’s just- what if somebody sees us and recognises you?”

he looked away from you and back at where he was going, taking a few seconds to answer before he just shrugged

“i don’t care”

you softly let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you waited for him to say something, and almost missed the way he whispered

“as long as it doesn’t affect you”

for someone who seemed and actually tried to seem to self-sufficient, who appreciated his friends but was also okay on his own because he was absolutely comfortable with himself, he was actually…

more selfless than people would ever know, especially when it came to you

you two would have SO much fun in the arcade, trying every single game many times

this time though, scaramouche won in his favorite game so he lived up to his words

you two won so many tickets you literally didn’t even know what to do with them once you got the couple prizes you were interested in

you bumped into a couple fans of his, so you talked for a while

once again, you were met with suggestions of opening your own streaming channel, and even scaramouche said “i’ve told them that many times too, but they always say they think their streams won’t be fun enough”

and the fans are like “NO!! literally everyone thinks you’re super nice and fun!! of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but we’d love it!!”

one of the fans (exaggerating a little as a joke) said “i’ll be your number 1 fan i swear” and the three of you laughed, except scaramouche who just scoffed and smirked

“i am ALREADY their number one fan. but good try” <- scaramouche in his head. say it outloud u coward.

but at the same time it was a joke scaramouche chill pretty much everyone knows you’re their number one fan……. even though you think you’re so smooth………. they just don’t say anything

they were very nice and fun to talk to and you knew scaramouche and you didn’t really want anything else from the prizes, so you offered you two’s tickets to them

“we don’t really need these anymore so maybe you’ll have more use for them!!”

they got SO excited, the way their eyes lit up :( scaramouche is convinced you’re an angel but he’s also very happy to see how joyful his fans got because those were more than enough for the prize they really wanted-

so after that cute little interaction and having used up your energy for competition, you two leave and think of buying some ice cream or a milkshake or something to end the date nicely and to enjoy while you walk back home

the arcade was not exactly very close to where you two lived (it was far from your house, but even farther from his-) so he asked if you were okay with walking back or if you two should get an uber or something, to which you said you were okay

walking back with him meant!! a little more time you could spend with him

and he was happy you said that because he was feeling the same way and still didn’t want the day to end

we’ll see more about the kind of things he likes and dislikes if he’s released as a playing character BUT FOR NOW i really get this vibe that he’d LOVE boba tea

i even think he’d?? enjoy tea in general??? classy boy…

SO you two would end up going to get some boba

it was very touching how, when reading the flavors they had that day, he suddenly and casually went “oh, they have your favorite” and you looked at the one he was pointing at and !!! indeed it was your favorite!!!!!!!

he remembers this kind of details very well

you take the chance to talk some more as you’re walking home

scaramouche asks about your job with voice acting and you tell him that you actually have been recording some new lines for your genshin character lately because in the next update there’ll be an event involving them

he’s looking forward to it but he teases you a little asking if it’s okay for you to spoil him with such information

but it’s okay because it’s not like he’d tell anyone, especially knowing it could get you in trouble

when he drops you off at your house, he has a hard time saying goodbye

literally you’re standing at your door and he’s in front of you, a couple steps away, looking away from you

you don’t say goodbye either, mainly because you know scaramouche is working the courage to say something, and you can also sort of guess what he wants to say

you think of saying it first, but then think that it would make scaramouche proud to be honest about his feelings and confess first

“i’ve liked you for a long time”

you can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your face, unconsciously reaching a hand up to slightly cover it

“i feel the same way” you replied to him in a soft voice

he took a deep breath and exhaled it softly, finally lifting up his gaze and making eye contact with you

it was already dark outside, so you couldn’t appreciate the faint rosy blush on his cheeks well

“can i kiss you?”

your eyes widened for a second, not expecting him to ask and if anything, thinking he’d just step forward and do it

so you were a little embarrassed and caught off-guard to reply properly, so you just nodded and put your hand down as he took the last couple steps and his face was right in front of yours

he’d cup your cheek in one of his hands, feeling the warmth of your skin

you closed your eyes, and he looked at you for a second longer before he finally leaned in and closed the short distance that separated your lips

at that moment you both knew that you had been missing on so much more when you two just settled and were content with your friendship

but!! that was about to change now, so it was all worth it

after that, scaramouche would make clear that this would be the first day of your relationship!! and even if he didn’t say it with words, you could just feel his happiness!!

so!! after that, because of work you two got a little busy the next couple months so dates weren’t very frequent

or at least, they weren’t dates like the one you first had

but still whenever you two were free he’d go over to your house, or you’d come over to his to play, stream together, or literally just spend time together doing anything

he wouldn’t let people know you two had started dating straight away (if anything, only his other streamer friends -aka you two’s friends in common- knew)

but the day he said it, he wanted you to be there

SO one day you two were streaming and you were currently reacting to one fanart of you two together

so he looked at you and you made eye contact and it was like you two spoke with your eyes like

“do we tell them now”

“let’s tell them.”

so scaramouche would clear his throat and without closing the fanart, he’d say he has something he wanted to announce

everyone was excited thinking it’d be some new project, maybe involving you

maybe some merch??? and the fanarts had reminded him of it???????

BUT THEN he straightforwardly said

“y/n and i are dating”

and everyone goes aBSOLUTELY CRAZY

amidst the chaos, you two catch a comment saying “will you unban the people who shipped you two” and you laugh

and you look at each other like “did you read that one?” “yeah”

and scaramouche is like “yeah, i guess i will have to unban some people”

and when some get unbanned they’re like “fREEDOM!!!!”

and jokingly they’re all like “APOLOGISE!!!!!!!! SAY SORRY!!!” so he just laughs and you join them being like “!!! apologise!!! you banned them for it and!! look at you now!!”

so he ends up trying to hold in another laugh as he mutters a halfassed ‘sorry’ and everyone starts commenting claps and hearts and celebrating that he apologised. now justice has been made.

the rest of that stream suddenly feels livelier and brighter!! you two are laughing a lot and so is everyone in the chat!!

and also the new genshin event would’ve already just been released that same day so you can talk about some of your experiences with recording or what you thought of it

and scaramouche would let you play it yourself!! (he still hadn’t played it) and it was also the first time you played genshin live!! you’d show people the characters you have and everything and tell them some anecdotes

people would be SHOCKED because you!? don’t have the character you voiced!? D:

and you’re like “yeah… i pulled for them and used up all my primogems and… didn’t get them”

and your banner is back because of the event, so scaramouche won’t let this slide!!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL GET YOUR CHARACTER.

your luck is terrible compared to his so at one point you’ll literally feel bad for how much he’s spending for you to get it

but he doesn’t mind at all and everyone is having fun so!!

and once you finally get them you’re sO HAPPY and everyone in the chat is celebrating

and you think it’s over but scaramouche is like ???? what are you doing?? open the wish page again. you’re going to get them c6.

and you’re like oh my gOD PLEASE NO DON’T SPEND MORE MONEY ON ME FOR THIS

but he won’t listen and he’ll do it

so!!! he’ll always do his best to be the best boyfriend he can be for you!! so you better give him your heart!!!!

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshim impact headcanons #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche scenarios #scaramouche headcanons

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laughingphoenixleader · 3 years

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Pairing: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla

Word count: no idea

A/N: This is my first fanfiction that I’m posting out in the world! This takes place an hour or two after the end of Star Wars Rebels Season 2 Episode 7: Wings of the Master. I found a fanart when surfing the internet for Kanera content (as one does) a few months ago and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since! I don’t know whose work the art is but I’ll paste it on here! If anyone knows who it’s by, please let me know :) the art isn’t mine, but all of the writing is! Obviously, Kanan isn’t blind yet in this fic like he is in the fanart. I hope anyone who reads this likes it!! I’m hoping to post more fanfiction in the future—I have three others in the works already! I’m open to any and all feedback!

Hera rubs her temple as she steps out of the promotion briefing. Her head buzzes with new intel, and plans zip through her mind like starships. She is honored and ecstatic about her promotion to Phoenix Leader. At the same time, though, she can already feel the new responsibility settling onto her shoulders, all of the lives that will soon be placed under her supervision weighing on her. Hera can and will take on all of the privileges and authority her new position grants her, and she fully intends to own it, too. Still, her heart is heavy.

Truthfully, she’s still struggling with the losses they suffered on the first attempt to deliver supplies to Ibaar. Hera had been so determined to complete that mission, to find the right ship to make it possible, that the grief and sensation of failure hadn’t caught up with her. She had made sure of that. There wasn’t time to be crippled by guilt and loss when there was a mission to complete. Now that the mission was over, however, she can feel the effects of the losses setting in.

Thoughts swirl through her mind as she continues to head down the hallway towards the bay where the Ghost is docked.

If I had just let us turn back—if I hadn’t told everyone to keep going—maybe Phoenix Leader and the people on the transport would have survived.

She’d made the wrong call. Hera can still hear the panic-filled voice crying out, “Captain Syndulla!” as the transport—and the people inside—were blasted into a thousand pieces. She’d let her determination blind her, and lives had been lost because of it.

Guilt pours into her, paralyzing her. She stops walking in the middle of the empty hallway and steps into a nearby alcove to process it all. If I make a mistake like that again, the consequences will be worse now that I have more responsibility. What if I let everyone down?

Her churning vortex of thoughts and feelings is interrupted by a pair of strong, green-clad arms embracing her from behind, and a deep, warm voice comes from above her. “How’s it going, Captain?”

Pleasure surges through her lekku. His timing is perfect.

The pleasant surprise washes all of the guilt, fear, and sadness away, at least for now. Hera lets out a little “hey” of protest as Kanan Jarrus pulls her nearly off her feet, but an irrepressible smile spreads over her face. She closes her eyes and turns her face towards his, relishing the warmth emanating from him and the way his presence soothes her. Hera places her hands on the arms that envelop her, returning the embrace through a gentle squeeze.

“Better now, love,” she tells him. He releases her slightly so that her feet are fully on the ground and places his chin on her shoulder, still holding her close.

“And you usually hate PDAs.”

“If I’m not mistaken, there’s no one in this hallway.”

“What would you have done if there were?”

Hera is silent for a moment, eyes still closed. “Nothing differently.”

She can feel him grin. “Great,” he replies. “Because there’s someone walking by now.”

Hera’s eyes fly open and search the hallway—which is still empty. She elbows him. “Kanan!”

A deep laugh vibrates out of his chest. She rolls her eyes, but allows herself to settle back into his embrace.

“Really, though,” Kanan says gently, all traces of mirth disappearing. The care in his voice sends another ripple of affection through her lekku. “How are you? I could tell you needed this.”

“And you were right,” Hera admits as he guides them down onto the alcove’s bench, arms still entwined around her. Normally, she’d break away now to explain what she was feeling, the thought of fellow rebels walking by and being made uncomfortable by their display of affection present in her mind. This time, however, she isn’t ready to move away from him. Besides, this isn’t a heavily trafficked hallway anyway. She does move to the side rather than sitting on his lap, though, her shoulder overlapping his. “It’s those people we lost the first time we went to Ibaar to deliver the supplies,” she begins, her voice heavy with returning guilt. “They died because of me.”

Kanan lifts his head from her shoulder, his aquamarine eyes staring seriously into hers. “Hera, no.”

“They told me they were taking heavy fire,” she continues, her voice growing more and more agitated. “They lost their forward deflectors, and I still told them to keep going. I should’ve told them to turn back.” A sound of frustration escapes her throat. “Why am I so stubborn? Why are they putting more people under my leadership after my decision led to several deaths?”

“Hera,” Kanan’s voice cuts through her hysteria, rich and deep and sure. “Everyone here knows that any mission could be their last.”

“I know that,” she responds, voice still thrumming with anguish. “But that doesn’t mean lives should be thrown away just because of one person’s inability to retreat!” She breaks her gaze from his, shaking her head and staring down at the floor. “I don’t deserve that promotion.”

Kanan gently lifts her head so that her eyes meet his again. “No one trusting someone with authority expects them to be perfect,” Kanan reminds her. “Everyone here has made a wrong call, has failed to complete a mission—which you didn’t, by the way—but that doesn’t mean they’re a failure. You weren’t treating anyone like they were expendable—your optimism led you not to give up. You were determined to get those supplies to those in need and refused to give up hope.” Tones similar to those he uses when teaching Ezra a lesson color his voice, though with considerably less frustration. “The only way to rise above your mistakes is to accept the lessons they teach and apply them in the future. Letting your mistakes destroy your faith in yourself isn’t going to help anyone.”

Hera listens intently, his sincerity like a bacta patch on a wound.

“Sato could hear all of the comms between you and Phoenix Squadron, and he didn’t demote you or chastise you. Clearly, he doesn’t blame you for the lives that were lost.” Kanan squeezes her tighter reassuringly. “No one does.”

His voice becomes harder, more insistent. “And of course you deserve the promotion.” He sounds offended at the thought of anyone suggesting otherwise. “You didn’t volunteer to leave the mission—you were committed to seeing it through. But when I volunteered you for the mission to Shantipole, you dove in—literally—and headed straight into a world that no ship is supposed to be able to escape from—but you did. You’d only flown that B-wing once before joining the battle, but you flew it like it was built for you. You’re the reason those supplies did get to those people. When I recommended your promotion, Sato didn’t waste a second before agreeing with me.”

Kanan’s words replace her guilt and grief with a swelling of gratitude and comfort. Hera won’t forget those who had died today. She’ll be more careful to see when a situation requires a retreat, but she won’t let her confidence in herself die. “Thank you, Kanan,” she tells him, her heart full. He places his forehead against hers, and they share a rare moment of contentment and peace, enjoying each other’s presence.

Hera reluctantly breaks the silence after a minute or so, lifting her forehead from his.“We should probably get back home,” she tells the Jedi. “I liked that B-wing, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting the kids wreck the Ghost.” Kanan’s flash of disappointment is so endearing. She lifts his chin reassuringly.

“It’ll be all right, fearless leader.”

Kanan unravels his arms from around her, replying indignantly, “Hey, no, you’re officially the leader now.” They’d had the argument many times, each insisting that the other is the leader of their crew. Hera always tells him that “captain of the ship” and “leader” are two different things.

Now she rolls her eyes, smiling, but doesn’t correct him this time.

“I guess it’s about time we get back, anyway,” Kanan continues before she changes her mind and decides to refute him. “How long has it been since you’ve eaten something?”

Hera’s brows knit as she attempts to remember. “Yeah, too long,” Kanan’s suspicions seem to have been confirmed. “Come on.” He takes her hand and pulls her up, out of the alcove, and into the hallway. They share a comfortable silence all the way back to the Ghost, which Hera now realizes Kanan must have left to come find her. Even more affection for him to rises in her at the realization.

When the cockpit opens, the two release each others’ hands and are greeted by a rush of cheers and pumping fists. Even Chopper waves his grasping arms and spins around in celebration.

“Go Hera!” Ezra yells.

“About time you got promoted,” Zeb grins.

“Congratulations, Hera,” Sabine tells her earnestly.

“Mom got promoted! Mom got promoted!” Chopper chants triumphantly.

Hera chuckles, heart overflowing with fondness for her crew. “All right, all right,” she tells them. “You’re going to make the rest of the ship think that something’s wrong.”

“Who cares?” Ezra says as he pulls everyone into a group hug. “Hera cares,” Kanan replies, but he puts one arm around her and another around Sabine. The hug is a little awkward, with Zeb being so much taller than Ezra and Sabine and Chopper standing in the middle of the circle, but in that moment, the crew feels truly united.

“Okay, I can’t stand Zeb’s smell anymore,” Ezra quips, stepping out of the circle. Chopper rolls over and smacks him with a grasping arm.

“Ow! You always do that!” The blue-haired boy zips into the cargo hold, trying to get away from Chopper, who continues whacking him as he pursues.

The rest of the family shares exasperated smiles.

Kanan nudges Hera forward, dropping his arms from hers and Sabine’s shoulders.

“Lead the way, Captain Hera,” he tells her, that crooked smile of his setting the inside of Hera aglow. “We’re all behind you.”

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gucciwins · 4 years

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Three Time

The one where Harry, Atticus, and Y/N celebrate.

Word Count: 2,988

A/N: Hello friends, this is a little continuation to my story Adore You. Harry is now a three time grammy nominated artist and i think that is beautiful. This is something short and i really do hope you enjoy it.

There is a lot that happened this year that she never saw coming.

First, a worldwide pandemic that would keep everyone locked indoors and having to wear masks. Secondly, Harry's Love on Tour getting rescheduled to 2021, but even that isn't looking good now. And lastly, being in Los Angeles in November as Harry is filming a movie as the lead male actor.

Ever since Fine Line was released in December, time seemed to fly by for them.

Harry was overjoyed at how loved Fine Line was by his fans. He was getting support left and right. He was a humble man, never letting it go to his head, always saying he couldn't do it without the help of the people on his team.

There have been rumors flying around speculating Harry having a girlfriend, a famous songwriter, but they have learned to ignore it. Harry doesn't feel the need to address his relationships because it's theirs. He would love to shout his love for Y/N to the world, but as long as she knows, he's content.

They celebrated their one year anniversary in Italy for a week before flying back home, they would have stayed longer, but they missed Atticus too much to do that. As soon as they got home, it felt like everything changed. Not between them, but with the world. It was madness to see a lockdown, fear had spiked, but safety was a priority that they took seriously. Meaning they had to take it day by day.

Ever since the worldwide lockdown in March, Harry discussed staying in Los Angeles with Mitch and Sarah for a few months. Atticus was quick to agree, but Y/N really wanted to go home. Harry reminded her it was better to be surrounded by a good group of friends than to be distanced from everyone in London's separate homes. She was quick to agree after.

Y/N didn't mind it much after; they all always helped each other out. There was also a lot of music playing, as well as creating. Harry said they might just have to get Mitch to release a quarantine album, which got Harry hit in the head with a pillow.

The one who was taking this the hardest was Atticus, missing Anne and Gemma, who was back in London. He missed going to the park to play, he missed running around free, and honestly, she did as well. They would go hiking and on walks, but it was not as open as before.

This is why, by June, they returned back home to London, and after a week of quarantine and negative test results, they went on the journey to visit both families. Y/N separated from them to visit her mother and step-dad even though Harry tried to convince her they could go together, but honestly, as much as she loved Anne and had started to see her as a second mother, she really needed a hug from her own. She promised Harry and Atticus she would see them the day after as she was coming to see Anne and they would stay the week with her.

During this time, Y/n started knitting, something she learned at a young age but would only do when she was stressed. She began teaching Atticus, but he could only keep still for a little bit before he had to run off and do a new activity. She knitted socks, hats, and blankets for their family and friends and shipped them off to them. Y/N even made Atticus and herself the JW Anderson Cardigan. It was a lot of work, but it came out lovely. Harry made them do a little backyard photoshoot because he loved it so much.

Harry had even surprised her when he told her it would be on the cover of Vogue. She was in shock, but she never stopped hugging him, telling Harry how proud of him she was. The day of the shoot was gorgeous, she had to remind herself to breathe a few times, or she would have passed out. Atticus was in the shoot with Gemma and Harry as they did a family shoot to surprise Anne. Harry kept asking her if she was enjoying it, and honestly, her smile said everything. That she was proud of him, that he was doing fantastic but most importantly, that she loved him. The skirt had a lot of filthy thoughts floating through her head, and she really hoped they'd lend it to Harry if she told him everything she wanted to do with him, specifically her under that skirt touching him.

Harry had her join for a few photos, Lambert pulling out a surprising look just for her. Harry promised these photos were just for them, even if he wanted to have them put one in just so the world could know how much he loved his family.

It's November now, and they are in Y/N's Malibu home, which they have been staying at since October. Harry has started filming "Don't Worry Darling," in Olivia Wilde's film. It was surreal when they found out; she couldn't be any prouder. Staying in her home was an easy choice; not many knowing where she lives, only a few friends, and Atticus loves having the beach so close even if it is a little too cold to go in now.

Y/N and Atticus can't go to set due to safety and regulations, but Harry calls and facetime them every time he gets a break in his trailer. He lets them know he misses them, but he really loves everyone he's working with. That the cast is incredible and kind. Harry would not stop teasing Y/N for her reaction when she saw the wedding ring on his left hand. It made her stop mid-sentence. Husband Harry is something she wishes to one day get because Dad Harry is an angel to his sweet son.

Harry has recently gone back to filming as it was postponed for two weeks because someone on set came out positive to make up for the lost time they started filming on weekends, which bummed out Atticus. Still, Harry quickly told him it wasn't his choice and that they would watch movies of his options as soon as he was back. Atticus loves Y/N a lot, but he's never going to love anyone more than his dad, even though Atticus does push Harry second sometimes.

More times than not, Harry will get home and find Y/N and Atticus napping in a new place of the house; the last time was outback in a little tent Y/N set up with fairy lights and had many pillows and blankets to stay warm. Harry was quick to climb in and wrap his arms around Y/N, who quickly woke up due to his cold hands, but he apologized quickly with kisses. She's a sucker for his kisses.

Every moment together is special for them.

Atticus called her 'Mum' a week ago and ran off, feeling embarrassed would not talk to her all day. Which was hard to do, seeing that they were the only three people in the house. Harry saw how sulky she was and talked with Atticus because neither would tell him what happened. Harry was surprised when Atticus told him what he said, but he was mostly filled with joy and a bit of fear. A fear that she could leave any day and not only would he be left heartbroken but so would his son, but he knows Y/N and the love she has for them. She's here forever, she might not say it, but her actions say enough for her. How she tucks in Atticus to bed with a kiss and an 'I love you.' Asking Anne and her mother on first time parenting tips when she thinks Harry isn't around. How much she cried when he got a scrape on his knee for the time in her care. There isn't anything stopping her from leaving, but she stays because she loves all she has. In the end, Atticus apologized for not speaking with her, and she hugged him and cuddled him all night long. Harry told Atticus that Y/N wasn't his mother, but she loved him like one and that it was okay with him if she called her that. Y/N was fearful of being a mom, but she loved Atticus like her own; even if she hadn't watched and cared for him since he was born, she was here known and would do so for as long as Harry and Atticus let her.

November 24th, a long-awaited day for artists in the music industry. Harry has to be on set at 11AM today, meaning they will be watching the live stream together. Jeff is with Glenne and is on facetime with Harry. He has his phone perched up against a candle. Harry is sitting in the middle, Atticus to his left and Y/N to his right. He's in sweats and a plain white tee, not needing to be dressed up, seeing as it only is nine in the morning.

The live stream is an hour-long. Y/N truly forgets how many categories they have until she watches. They woke up at eight am, had pancakes for breakfast, and spoke of their daily plans letting time go by them, allowing them to enjoy breakfast together as they do each morning.

Atticus can barely sit still, just wanting to hear his daddy's name being called. Harry is surprisingly quiet, just sitting back with his arms crossed as the live stream goes on. Honestly, Y/N is the only one showing emotion. She cheers as she hears HAIM and Phoebe Bridgers get nominated. She itches to grab her phone to shoot them a congratulations message but fears she'll miss something, so she just gives herself a silent reminder to do it after.

Sharon Osbourne had just begun to say the nominees for Best Comedy Album, and Y/N knows what is coming up soon. She isn't even listening to the nominees, just waiting for her to name the Best Music Video nominees.

As soon as she says, "Brown Skin Girl, Beyoncé," Y/N feels Harry's hand on her thigh tighten, and she feels for him. His nerves must be out of the roof, but he tries his best not to show it. Y/N shuts her eyes tight, putting her hand over his to let him know she's there for him.

When she hears the words "Adore You, Harry Styles," she feels her heart speed up. She opens her eyes wide and looks at Harry; his face is blank. Atticus is running circles around the couch, just cheering and yelling nonsense. Jeff and Glenne are cheering from the phone.

Harry lets out a big smile when he finally meets her eyes. "Adore you did it, angel." She whispers.

He nods. "That's unreal. To hear my name."

She leans in to give him a quick kiss as they settle back down, ready to listen for the upcoming categories. Megan the Stallion is starting the new section of categories, and Y/N isn't sure how to feel because she won't be able to take it if they don't name Harry again.

"Best Pop Solo Performance, Watermelon Sugar." This time they all break out into cheers as soon as they hear them call Harry's name after Dua Lipa's. "Watermelon Sugar" had been a hit from the day of its release. Now it has been nominated for a Grammy feels unreal to Harry. Two nominations, he would have never believed it.

Y/N's buzzing waiting for Megan to announce Best Pop Vocal Album. Harry is now leaning forward, knowing this is another category he could potentially be nominated for.

"Fine Line Harry Styles" As soon as she hears those words, the tears start running down her face; he did this. His album was nominated. Harry can't stop smiling as Atticus hugs him tight around his neck. He lets out a small chuckle as he sees her tears. He pulls her in, kissing her head repeatedly, smiling at Jeff's congratulations but mostly basking in the joy of three nominations and that he has the opportunity to share it with those he loves.

Harvey Mason JR. is here once again to announce the general field categories. Harry and Y/N nod along as the names of the nominees are called out. Jeff let out a cheer hearing HAIM nominated for album of the year. Y/N sighs, not hearing Harry being nominated but continues ready to hear Adore You for record of the year. Only it doesn't happen. Harvey Mason JR. bids everyone goodbye, and just like that, it's over.

Jeff breaks the silence, congratulating Harry before hanging up. Harry sits back with Atticus in his lap, a big smile on his face.

Harry is happy. Extremely happy, this has always been a dream of his, one he never knew would come true.

His second album got him three Grammy nominations. Atticus has no clue what these awards mean, but he's happy just seeing Harry and Y/N happy. Atticus climbs off Harry's lap, kissing Harry and Y/N's cheek, saying he's going to his room now.

Harry turns to look at Y/N, and the smile she had has now left her face, and now she sits there, lost in thought. This worries Harry; she was fine moments ago. He's got to go soon, so he needs to figure this out now.

"Honey, you alright?" Harry places his hand on her thigh, and she looks at him, nodding.

"Fine." She kisses his cheek. "Really happy for you."

Harry knows she is, but there's something else. "Spill."

She sighs, knowing nothing gets past him. "You weren't named for any general category. I'm proud of the three you got, but I was sure you would be at least nominated for record of the year." Awards don't mean much to Y/N anymore, but she knows how important this is for Harry. "I'm sorry, ruining your mood."

"You didn't. Thank you for caring so much." His smile is sincere, and she knows he wouldn't lie to her.

"It's okay," Harry tells her, wanting her to repeat it with him.

"But Harry," He puts his hands on her cheeks to get her to stop and look at him.

"Honey, it's okay. Three nominations are amazing, and I couldn't be happier."

"I know," She deflates. "3-time Grammy Nominated Artist Harry Styles has a nice ring to it." She smirks, noting the blush on his cheek.

"Dork." He leans in to kiss her nose.

"Fine Line is still my favorite album, you know, from everything released, named number one."

"You're just saying that."

Y/N shakes her head no, "Of course not. Yours is the one album I had on repeat the most. My Spotify wrapped will prove just that."

Harry snorts, "You're too much."

He pulls her in to lay on his chest, her arms snake around his waist. They hold each other tight.

"I'm proud of you," Harry whispers in her ear.

Y.N leans back, but Harry's hold is tight. "I did nothing; you just got nominated. For your second album, you deserve all the praise today."

"Honey, will you let me continue." Harry laughs.

"Sorry, H."

"I'm proud of you because, without you, this album would have never been finished. I would have never had the inspiration to finish Adore You. Would have never had the idea to make a fake island and promote it without ever adding my name to it. I would have never thought to film using a CGI fish, as my friend in the story. I would have never had the released "Lights Up," the song that started this new era for me but most importantly, I would have never found love. A love that is bigger than me that fills me with so much joy. A love that leaves me scared. A love that will forever keep on growing." Harry smiles as he wipes away her tears.

Harry loves Y/N with all he has. This album was his, but it was also hers. It's what truly brought them together.

"You made me cry, you jerk." She says, laying her head in the crook of his neck.

Harry laughs. "I just poured my heart out to you, and I'm the jerk."

"I love you." Harry grins. That's all he wants to hear. "I'll love you, today, tomorrow, forever for as long as you let me.

Harry can't contain his happiness and needs to show her. He connects their lips. It's a hard, fast kiss full of passion. They pull away because their smiles don't let them continue much.

"You've got to go." Y/N reminds him as he continues to press kisses all over her face and neck.

Harry settles down, smiling down at her. "I know." She leans forward, kissing him quickly. "We'll celebrate more when I get home tonight."

"Three nominations, wow!" Y/N says, standing up. "We're in for a long celebration once we get Atticus down to sleep." She wags her eyebrows at him.

Harry very quickly gets the hint. "I can't wait, honey."

Atticus comes bouncing down the steps giving his dad a kiss goodbye, walking him to the door, barefoot. Y/N follows Harry, giving her one last kiss goodbye as he walks to his car.

As he gets in and pulls out of the driveway, he sees Y/N and Atticus waving goodbye to him. Harry has a big smile on his face that no one can see. He's thankful to now be a 3-time Grammy-nominated artist, but what he is most grateful for is getting to be the person who gets to love Y/N and Atticus forever.

Thank you for reading! This was just a small little piece for a beloved piece I wrote. If inspiration strikes, I shall be revisiting this story.

Please let me know what you thought!

#harry styles #dad! harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry au #thank you for reading #adore you

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thatgoblin · 3 years

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Zemo is Your Date to a Wedding Headcannons

(I should be editing my fic, but instead I’m writing headcanons because of 1. My lovely Daniel Bruhl dream and 2. I have a wedding to go to in July and I don’t really want to but if Zemo went with me I’d totes be there.)

While you weren’t bothered by people asking about your relationship status, you really didn’t want to subject yourself to being the one person at your friend’s wedding that didn’t have a partner or kids at your age. You’re not sure if you even want to go because you’re not that close to your friend. You leave the invitation on the table and don’t think much about it till Sam brings it up and you say you’re not going without a date to have a buffer. Even if it was just a friend, you wanted someone there that knew you now instead of over a decade ago.

You ask Sam and Bucky, both saying they’re too busy with the boat and they didn’t want to start rumors that you could be dating Captain America or Bucky Barnes. It’s almost time to respond to the invitation, but you decide to just let it go and forget it.

A week later you get a letter saying ‘Thank you for your RSVP!’ and you’re confused because you didn’t send it. You ask Sam and Bucky and they didn’t send it.

That leaves Zemo, who’s been quietly observing the whole situation.

-Firstly, he’d just smile and walk away when you questioned him.

-Secondly, he’d take you shopping for a killer outfit. Be it a suit or a dress, he will not let you pick something less than stuffing. Not to mention the accessories.

-You’re actually excited to go to the wedding now, even though you have made it clear that you’re going as friends. ‘Of course, Schatz.’

-The day of, you’re nervous because you haven’t seen some of your friends in a few years due to work. Sure you kept up on skype calls and messaging, but now it’s in person and different. Zemo keeps giving you small touches and hand squeezes to distract you.

-When the two of you arrive, it’s in a sports car that was not released in your country, which meant Zemo shipped it there specifically for the wedding.

-Instead of holding hands, you link arms, making it easier to hind your clamy hands from him.

-Everyone is excited to see you. Your friends are happy to see you after so long and of course want to know everything about Zemo. The fact that they would rather hear about him and not yourself is a bit disheartening. You had just wanted to not be alone at the wedding.

-Zemo is ever the observant man and rescues you before it gets to your friends asking about how you’re ‘just friends’. You take your seats and despite trying to hide your hands, he takes it without flinching. He strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, easing your nerves and making it so easy to lean against him.

-The wedding starts and as much as you love your friend, it was just another wedding. The connection you used to have wasn’t there anymore, but that didn’t mean you weren’t happy for them.

-At the end when everyone is filing out to go to the reception, there’s photographers taking pictures of everyone for the newly wed couple and somehow you and Zemo end up getting quite a few taken of the pair of you.

-At the reception, everyone is able to let loose and have fun as food and drink is served and the dance floor is opened up. While you were content to stay in the back at a table to eat and have a glass of wine, Zemo was not.

-It takes a bit of prodding, but he eventually gets you out on the dance floor. That’s when the real fun started.

-The songs were goofy, ones meant to be played at a high school prom in the early 2000′s, but then someone decided to put on a tango. Zemo did not let you run away, instead holding your close as he lead you through the steps.

-The whole event was supposed to be just friends, but with him pressed against you and your faces so close, it was hard not to swoon. The whole dance floor clears to make room for the two of you suddenly putting on a show.

-The dance is something Gomez and Morticia Addams would have done, spins and dips, a rose suddenly between Zemo’s teeth, even him kissing you from one hand to the other along your arms and shoulders.

-When it ends, you’re both out of breath and the room is cheering for you.

-You’re sure your friend would be upset for stealing their moment, but you don’t really care anymore.

-The songs change to slow dances, but still Zemo doesn’t let you leave the dance floor. You stay close as his hand goes to your waist as he holds the other, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

-You find yourself actually having fun as you keep dancing, taking small breaks to get a drink or relieve yourself. Zemo reminds you that in Sokovia, weddings would go all night and into the wee hours of the morning. While he may have had the stamina, you weren’t sure if you did or not.

-The dancing at least keeps you from sitting still long enough for someone to question you and Zemo’s relationship. It’s honestly the most fun you’ve had in so long.

-You make your way to the head table where you greet your friend and their partner, making chit chat and congratulations. You don’t see it, but Zemo slips them an envelope with a check for a wedding present. If you knew how much it had been, you would have tried to stop him.

-More dancing and drinking, some of it almost ballroom grade and some of it was you trying to teach Zemo Gangnam Style.

-He really enjoys Gangnam Style.

-Near the end of the night, you’re both giggly and happy, bidding the rest of the people that were still there a good bye before leaving. Neither of you are drunk on alcohol, but drunk of happiness. It had been too long for either of you to have let loose.

-Instead of driving to the airport, you get a hotel for the night. You almost protested, but you were too tired to fight it and the though of a comfy bed was too much to say no to.

-When you get to the hotel, you almost expect separate rooms, but Zemo gets one and you’re not that bothered by it.

-You get to the room to find it’s more of a large studio apartment with an equally large bed.

-While you should feel tired, Zemo breaks out more wine and turns on the music. In the room you can take your shoes off and continue your own dance party. After all, when was the last time you had more fun?

#zemo/reader #zemo #baron zemo #zemo x you #zemo headcanons

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vaguekiwi · 3 years

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Fluff, Number 18! Any ship works :)

Fluff, 18: "I'm quite comfortable here"

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there's only like 0.4 seconds of fluff I'm so sorry

“What are you gonna do when you get out, Parker?”

“If he’s smart, he’ll turn around and come back. Nothing good outside these walls.”

“I don’t know,” Peter finally spoke, dropping two cigarettes into the middle of the table, “I’ve heard there’s a new Thai restaurant in Flushing that’s not bad.”

“Great,” Scott shrugged and dropped his cards face down, folding with a huff, “Get dinner with your aunt, then steal an order of springrolls and come home.”

“Home,” Peter echoed with a wry smile. He looked around the table at Scott, Clint, and Wade. “You fuckers are batshit if you think this is home.”

“Aww, remember when Pete first walked in here and said things like gosh and heck,” Wade sneered and leaned into his side, pressing his lips to Peter’s neck. Once upon a time, Peter would have blushed and leaned away. Now he shifted and let Wade put an arm around his waist.

“Get a room, Wilson.”

“Fuck off, Barton. I’m congratulating my baby boy on his sinful mouth.” Peter turned his head and parted his lips, letting Wade drink him in. Scott picked up five cigarettes from the pool in the middle of the table and started to throw them while Clint imitated gagging.

When Wade pulled away his eyes were dim and piercing and focused as he stared at Peter. “You really leaving for good, baby?”

“I’m cleaning up my act.” Peter said, as resolute as ever, “and you’re gonna get released in a few years and then we’ll —” Peter cut off when something crashed across the rec room. He twisted around in time to see the TV knocked off the wall. Thor yanked a chair out from underneath another prisoner — sending the seated man toppling to the ground — and then whirled to slam the chair into Tony Stark’s face.

Wade found Peter’s hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.

Whistles started blowing and voices started shouting as three guards burst into the room, barking for everyone to stand up and get against the wall while they resolved the brawl.

“There goes our game,” Clint grumbled, raising his eyebrows as Scott pocketed the cigarettes. “You folded, Lang.”

“And you all stopped paying attention. I basically won.” Scott clapped Peter on the back as they made their way to the wall, bracing their arms outward and waiting.

“I’m serious, Parker.” Scott looked over at him, “I’ve got a master’s degree and I still ended up back here. It’s not as easy as just cleaning up your act. And Wade…”

From Peter’s other side, Wade chirped, “I gotta say I’m quite comfortable here, officers! Think this pat down could take any longer?”

“Can it, Wilson!”

Scott turned around, lowering his head alongside his voice, “Just don’t be surprised, Parker, if he chooses this place over you.”

#anon #spideypool #wade wilson x peter parker #prison au #grace writes a little #ask game

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Welp sorry it be late, schools a bitch..

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Warning: murder, crime, cussing, depression, mentions of abuse, insanity.

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Chapter 8: Some sort of remedy..

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Days turned into months which all ended in an ever growing pit of hopelessness.

Six months had passed since they lost the starlings. SIX fucking months, and not a damn sign that the Dream Team were even out there.

His eyes burned as he stared into the void for hours on end. The only thing keeping him from going out of the emergency hatch being the warm cup of coffee that somehow kept it’s warmth on the freezing ship.

His skin was flaky and sticky, yet he couldn’t be bothered to wash it. His stomach turned in pain, when was the last time he had eaten? His throat was sore from the coffee and his entire body complained about the stress.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the ache that seemed to seep from his core and into his bones and blood, making him more weak than physical health could ever compare too.

At this point tears were long forgotten, only leaving stains where they should be. It did nothing but cause more damage than good. His brain turned with thoughts that swore there would be vengeance for whoever stole his family.

The time had given him plans of what he would do. Most of them ending up with the starlings safe and the ship and inhabitants blown up in a painful death made by his favorite chemicals. There would be no time for them to escape and nothing would remain if he could help it.

Even then his mind was brought back to the sheer feeling of the empty void that was so easily accessible. No one could stop him if he tried, yet everything held him back.

He took a sip staring into the void, his mind buzzing with thoughts bouncing from topic to topic.

He remembered Tubbo’s eyes. The way they shone with a crave for knowledge, causing the kid to go into a fit every time Wilbur told him to go to bed.

He also remembered the distrust that gleamed in his eyes when he brought him back from that awful ship. The one that enviably broke the kid. The one that made his nature ever so careful not allowing the kid to trust anyone.

He couldn’t blame him. What Schlatt did caused his mind to forever be closed off.

He was worried for who Tubbo would blame. If it was Tommy, there would be too many issues that could cause them to fall in a different rabbit hole.

His mind wandered to the human. The bright and explosive human, that made the charred heart of Wilbur Soot turn. He had already grown attached to the kid. It had only been three days before they were ripped apart. It hurt much more than he thought it would.

His mind buzzed to the what if’s both good and bad. He took another sip. This time he stared into the void with admiration. His mind focused on plans and back ups. The details and potential failed choices. Trials and errors that only existed within the limits of his mind.

He didn’t move until Phil told him it was lunch. He pushed down the urge to hold back for another meal and ate the food offered.

He dragged a bean bag and coffee table to the spot and stared into the endless void. Continuing his train of thought, only pausing to answer questions from his family.

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“C’mon!” Tubbo whispered to the lacking Tommy who still couldn’t quite compete with the other’s agility. “The tracker says he’s in this room.”

They stalked silently to the door, having already memorized the creaks in the hallway. Tubbo pushed the door open and they dived into the room, barrel rolling so they wouldn’t be above the bed.

The pair clipped on gas masks and released the sleeping fumes. Tubbo signaled Tommy allowing him to sneak to the side of the bed. Carefully he laid down a bucket and took a knife out.

The man fell silent. His breathing stopped and there was no motion in his body.

After the blood stopped dripping they staged a suicide and left the room. Closing the distance between them and their ship easily.

Once they got to the ship, their hero congratulated them and they headed back to their room.

Strangely enough Tommy didn’t feel any type of excitement or joy at the mission going well. It felt wrong and burned his gut making him want to crawl into a ball and never wake up.

If he told Dream he would say he wasn’t going with his instincts and that he should forget the poison he was taught.

Dream was right.

So he laid in bed and silently congratulated himself, even though he wasn’t proud.

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The mission went well, in Dream’s eyes.

In Tubbo’s opinion it could’ve gone better. The human was sloppy and lacked quite a bit and was sloppy when it actually came to the job.

He was also being sloppy since he communicated more than once during the entire thing.

Hopefully he won’t have to do that when he finishes the escape route.

The only good thing that came out of the ship was he stayed fairly fit and was more attentive then he ever had been. Why did he start slacking in that sense?

His mind wandered to the many nights he stayed up late working with Wilbur on his latest fascination. Or when Techno would read his many different novels to him, since he wasn’t able to read as well as the rest of the crew. Or the times Phil would show him the cabin and teach him small tricks on how to steer the ship. Or when Ranboo and him stayed up for hours on end, exchanging small conversations and staring into the vast void of space.

Tears threatened to fall.

His mind wandered to the conversation Ranboo and Tommy had. How useless and pitiful that jealousy was. Now the one he could blame his recent pain on was laying in the same room as him, just as restless as he.

The human was strong and passionate, he could give him that. But he was also stubborn and impulsive, along with being impossibly loyal.

If Tubbo could get him on his side, they would most likely be able to get off the ship and hopefully kill their captures, if they weren’t able to get that far Wilbur and Phil definitely would.

He settled for letting himself fall asleep to the soft breaths of the human. He knew the other was still awake. He hadn’t really slept the entirety of their imprisonment most likely due to paranoia.

He wondered if he tried, maybe they would be friends or if that only existed in another world.

His thoughts roared with possibilities and thoughts of other lifes. Slowly he drifted into a slumber.

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His captain had turned into someone he no longer recognized.

Full of a sickly passion making him crave power.

Anyone and anything that got in the way was destroyed, which is how George found himself packing his case and booking a flight ticket off of the next planet.

He suggested they change the training for the starlings. Dream absolutely hated that and saw it as a direct violation of his loyalty.

George could feel the tears prickling his skin as he remembered how human the Dreamon looked when he finished his screaming. There were no words for the blood lust and betrayal in the dreamon’s eyes.

He bit back the pain that seemed to be swallowing him whole.

An idea blossomed.

He could use this moment as a last act of defiance.

A way to show how much pain the crew brought him.

A smile perked on his face.

An insane laugh bubbled.

Without another thought he tampered with the crew’s dreams. Letting them have the most peaceful sleep of their lives.

Dream had made a mistake. The co pilot landed the ship smoothly on the next planet.

He walked to the one room he refused to visit and opened the door.

The droneling was the first out, quickly followed by the human.

The two were off on an unknown planet and the ship was back in motion. Stopping at the planet they would use to resupply the ship and drop the ex-crewmember at.

The ship lost three inhabitants that day. Two of which got out undetected and one that would definitely have a target on his back for the rest of his life.

The other crewmen were kicked off at the next planet leaving a furious dreamon to wilt in his own madness in the void of space.

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George- gets kicked out..

George- Ima make Dream mad

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storiesabouthumanandthings · 3 years

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Pebble Problems

After Sokka was told his proposal necklace looked like Momo made it, he decided to up his game. The following month he spent just watching the Otter Penguins to see how they selected their stones. Most pf the stones were just smooth and round, which is what he had used, but he noticed a specific stone was preferred.

Sokka then spent the next month combing the shore to figure out what made some stones better than others. Colour seemed to be the big deciding factor. The problem was every time he saw a good stone, an otter penguin saw it first and took it away, or when Sokka was able to get the stone first, the otter penguin would steal it from him.

Occasionally, he had to make cover stories for why he had scratches and bite marks or when his coat was torn. After many months and many unsuccessful trips to the shore, he was finally able to get his hands on the perfect stone. It shined brightly in the light and the colors seemed to shift and move. Sokka took some leather he had stored. He then had Toph help, using some of the meteor metal, to make a small clasp to hold the stone.

Once all the pieces were together, the last action was to engrave the stone. He knew he only had one chance at this and used sketches before finalizing his design. He combined the Fire and Water symbols. The outer rim had the flames stretching out. In the center, where the normal circle swirl in the fire symbol was replaced with the water symbol. It looked like the Water was surrounded by fire.

Sokka wrapped the necklace tight in the softest furs he could find. Sokka held onto the necklace for what felt like ages, waiting for the perfect moment to propose. Waiting to be alone so it was just the two of them. He finally found his moment; on the night of the full moon, on the day of the summer solstice. It was perfect, when the moon was at the fullest and the day was at it’s longest.

“I got you a gift, to commemorate when our journey finally ended the 100 year war. And hopefully with this, start a new journey,” stated Sokka with a shaky voice. The gift was accepted but no further talk about it happened that night.

As Zuko was walking through town the next day, alone for the first time, he could hear the whispers and feel the stares of the villagers. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, hoping they weren’t afraid of him as he was a fire bender and his last visit was very pleasant. He eventually ran into Katara who ran up to him upon seeing him.

She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the side, “Congratulations! I am so happy for you.”

Zuko raised an eyebrow, “uh, thank you?”

“So spill. Who is it?”

Zuko stops walking, “Who is what?”

Katara sees the confusion on Zuko’s face and quickly pieces together what is going on, “You haven’t heard people whispering about you?!” she scream whispered.

Zuko nodded slowly, “Well, yeah, but not what they’re saying. I thought they remembered the last time I was here without you guys around me. With the ship and fighting and searching for an old man that was actually a kid.”

Katara gasped, thinking to herself that Zuko has no clue, “Zuko, I need you to think hard. What does your necklace remind you of?”

Zuko thought for a moment, “Well, it kind of looks like yours?”

Katara nodded, “and what does that mean?”

Zuko thought hard and was silent for a moment before shrugging, “it’s a family treasure?”

“Why would you think that?”

“Well, when were trapped in the cave, I remember you mentioned you received yours from your mother.”

“uh-huh,” Katara nodded, trying to lead Zuko to the answer.

“So since I go this from Sokka, I assumed it was a family treasure. To show I am a part of the water tribe now?”

Katara gasped and turned red, shaking her head.

“If it’s not that, the what is it?” Zuko was very confused.

Katara just walked away, shaking her heard, “no, nope, no, uh uh, nope, not my job, no, no, ……” continuing to talk to herself as she walked away.

At that same moment, Sokka rounded the corner. Katara pointed a sharp, threatening finger at Sokka, shaking it in his face, “You Idiot! Why didn’t you? You didn’t tell? Why I!” only able to get partial thoughts out.

Sokka stood there with with his hands up, “I don’t know what is going on but I didn’t do it.”

Katara waved her arms, causing the snow to form around Sokka in a pillar, then pushed it towards Zuko, “Explain! Now!”

Sokka began to stutter, “Well, it’s, like, um, this. Katara, what happened was-”

Katara, cutting him off screaming, “Not me! Him!” and stomped away.

Sokka called back, “At least release me from the snow.”

Katara flipped him off, “He will unfreeze you if he feels like it.”

Sokka and Zuko stared at each other in silence for a while for Zuko spoke, “So I guess you need to explain something to me?”

Sokka blushed, “I guess but can you unfreeze me first. This is really cold.”

Zuko crossed his arms, “uh, no.”

“No?!”

“no”

“Why not!?”

“Well since I got up this morning, the whole town has been talking about me”

Sokka blushed brighter as Zuko continued, “I thought it was cause I am a fire bender but Katara made it clear that it’s about this gift you gave me.”

Sokka nodded and turned his gaze away from Zuko, “Yeah probably.”

“So what is so special about this necklace? I thought is was a family gift, like Katara’s, but she pointed out it’s nothing like that. So what’s the truth? Is this one of your pranks?”

“What? A prank? Nooo, no, no, no, no. It’s nothing like that!”

“Then what’s the truth.”

Sokka mumbled to himself, “I thought you knew, I thought I was clear.”

“Sokka! Tell me the truth, or you’re going to stay frozen.”

Sokka looked up to Zuko, “Well, it’s kind of like a family gift.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well it’s a gift you give when you ask someone to join your family…..”

Zuko nodded slowly, “To show that I am accepted in the Water Tribe? But Katara said it wasn’t that.”

“Well, it is and isn’t like that.” Sokka again began to mumble to himself, “why is this so hard?”

Sokka breathed deep before continuing, “The necklace is used to ask you into my family….”

Zuko nodded slowly but still confused.

“.…as in marriage. I was trying to propose to last night. But I didn’t do it right. I wasn’t clear enough. I thought I was and I thought you knew what the necklace was about because we found out Katara’s necklace was from Pakku proposing to Gran Gran and you were there but not for that part but I didn’t remember that. So I thought you knew but clearly you didn’t and I must have embarrassed you. You have been walking around with everyone staring and you didn’t know why. You probably would have said no-”

As Sokka was spiraling, fast speaking, and freaking out, Zuko was blushing bright, causing him to heat up and melt the snow. Neither of them noticed the Sokka was freed until Zuko leaned in and kissed Sokka, “Yes, Sokka, I will join your family.”

Sokka smiled as tears of joy welled up in his eyes. “I mean, they literally can not be worse than my family,” Zuko joked, trying to break the tension.

Sokka laughed and grabbed Zuko’s hands tight, “Now hold me so I can warm up.”

As they walked back into the street, Katara had gathered their friends and most of the town.

The whole town stood silent until Sokka raised their clasped hands. The town cheered and people began to scurry in different directions.

Zuko, now again confused, walked over to Katara, “Now what is happening?”

Katara rolling her eyes, “Well since he didn’t explain everything!” pointing sharply at Sokka, “now that it’s completely official and public, the town will make a feast for the new couple. A heads up would have been nice, Sokka.”

Sokka smiled, blushing, rubbing his head, “Well I didn’t know when I was gonna do it, it was spontaneous.”

Katara walked away, sighing, “You’re the biggest idiot.”

Sokka watched her walk away. Zuko grabbed Sokka’s hand, giving it a small squeeze, “That’s rough, buddy.” They laughed together and kissed.

#zukka #just a small idea I had #my fic #atla

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cutieodonoghue · 2 years

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invisible string (8/18)

summary: modern soulmate birthmark au; After Omera lost her soulmate, she lost hope she’d ever find love again. Then, a short time before Earth’s first colony ship will be sent to a place they call the Outer Rim, she meets a Mandalorian whose touch makes her Soul Mark burn. (Mandomera!)

rating: hard T

word count: ~7.6k

prev. chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

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Chapter 8: The First 24 Hours of Your Bond

“Congratulations! This is a big step! Your journey is just beginning, so try not to take the first days for granted. Inevitably, you and your soulmate will face challenges that will test your Bond. These first few days will determine whether you win or lose when those challenges present themselves.” - The Guidebook to Soulmates (pub. 2039, Motto)

There was a tangible sense of warmth that filled her. It ran from the top of her head to the very bottoms of her feet. It lifted her mood and thoughts until she felt like she was lighter than air.

It was the happiest she’d been in a long, long time.

The joy radiated within her chest and shined on everyone she came into contact with at the office. Nobody knew the reason, but she did: she Bonded with her soulmate.

Omera could remember the day she Bonded with her husband very clearly. The same sensation flooded her system. Her soul was finally at peace, but beyond that, there was clarity and joy and wisdom beyond her years that all became an easy part of who she was in one blinding instant.

The best part of these feelings was the knowledge that it wasn’t the end; that she’d barely tapped into the possibilities of who she was now that her soul was Bonded to another.

Fennec noticed a change in her the instant she entered her office and lifted a curious eyebrow. “Should I ask?”

Omera released an airy sigh as she floated toward her seat. “I just had the most beautiful walk outside on my break.”

Fennec tilted her head toward her shoulder. “I can see that.”

“Yes,” Omera replied lightly. “It was a very nice walk.”

Her assistant hummed skeptically. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she glanced toward Omera’s left wrist, which was exposed for them each to see very clearly.

“Pretty Mark.”

Omera smiled. There wasn’t anything that could have pulled her out of this joy she felt. It was impenetrable and unbreakable, just as she hoped that her Bond to Din would be.

“Thank you. I think so too.”

She was able to focus more clearly than she had in an entire week, although she was often distracted by the new way her Soul Mark appeared on her wrist. It was a deeper color, which would make it clear to anyone who saw it that she’d Bonded.

Omera hid her Mark as best she could when she picked Winta up at the end of the day. She didn’t want her daughter to ask questions. Not yet. She and Din still had so much they needed to talk about.

Where did they go from here? How would they make it work? Was a path forward together what they wanted?

Before they made their status as soulmates official through the Bond, she’d always felt an abundance of caution. It was against Din’s beliefs to Bond, and she’d suffered enough in her past to be careful when it came to soulmates.

Their Bond made her feel whole again, filled to the brim with unspoken promises of a future that she knew they’d share. She could see visions of it when she allowed her mind to wander.

He’d given her as much as he could. She’d felt his face. She’d touched his lips and cheeks and nose. She’d felt the facial hair on his jaw and learned that he had brown eyes. His lips were soft when he kissed her.

They shouldn’t have crossed those lines, but doing so was inevitable. She’d felt it. She knew he felt it, too.

It wasn’t the same as before, when they hugged in the hall and she felt like her soul wanted to escape her body. Instead, the yearning was soft: a whisper in the back of her mind that was content as it was, but could feel even more so.

While Winta finished her homework in her bedroom, Omera stood in her kitchen with a recipe for dinner opened on the tablet screen in front of her.

Warm afternoon sunlight poured into the room from big open windows, comparable to the light she felt in her soul. The day was still full of hope and opportunity. She could practically taste it on her tongue and feel it within the individual pores on her skin.

Cara entered the kitchen, having entered the apartment on her own volition, and immediately gasped, “You Bonded.”

Omera narrowed her eyes back at Cara. Her mood was so impossibly high that nothing could have squashed it down, but maybe a conversation with Cara might- especially if she already knew.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“How was it? Magical?” Cara asked. She leaned against the kitchen island to Omera’s immediate right. “Did he take his helmet off, or was there some kind of weird… under the helmet Bonding technique?”

Omera rolled her eyes, playfully annoyed. “There was no Bonding.”

Cara hummed. “I’m your best friend. I think I know a thing or two about the differences between Bonded Omera and Unbonded Omera.”

Her heart leapt. Cara was one of the only people in her life who had been there since her first Bond. It made sense that she would have seen the biggest change in her right away.

The joy she felt refreshed itself as if it were brand new with each passing heartbeat. It made it impossible to not smile.

“I’m just… happy. Is that okay? Am I allowed?”

“Yeah. Of course you are.” Cara grinned. “But is it because of him or…”

Omera laughed and shook her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Okay, then tell me how training was. You never messaged back when you were done.”

While Omera chopped a fresh tomato, her mind drifted to the way Din had held her right next to the simulation tank. He let her take what she needed from him and never once pushed her away. It was at that moment she knew that things would never be the same between them.

She hadn’t thought about what happened in the simulation tank since it happened, too overwhelmed with hope and joy for it to matter, and for the first time that afternoon, the light she felt became dampened.

She’d lost control. She couldn’t focus clearly enough. The pressure was too intense, both mentally and physically. She kept thinking that if she failed, she would have failed her husband, too.

“I…” Omera stopped herself and sighed. “I had a panic attack in the simulation pod.”

When Omera looked up at Cara, she wore a frown of true concern. “And you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” Omera smiled softly. “It was… scary. The last time that happened…” She shook her head. Cara knew exactly what happened the last time she had a panic attack, so she wouldn’t have to spell it all out for her. “Din was there. He helped.”

Her eyes went to the cutting board again.

“You must’ve touched him,” she surmised. “Last time you touched him, you kind of were like this, too.”

If Cara asked enough questions, she’d get to the truth eventually. She was a cop- it was what she did. Omera chose to throw her a bone, hopeful that it would satisfy.

“We did touch.”

She intentionally kept her left wrist downturned, very aware of the fact that Cara watched her every move. She was dedicated to the secret, just as she was dedicated to Din, and would keep it to herself as long as she possibly could.

“Shit,” Cara sighed wistfully. “You guys have a really intense Match. I don’t think a lot of people have to deal with the afterglow of a handshake.”

Omera immediately looked up at her friend. “Winta’s here. Please mind your mouth.”

Cara walked away from the kitchen island beside her, finally, and wandered instead to the other side, where she took a seat on one of the barstools.

“Do you want me to watch the kids for you tonight?” she asked casually. “You can go see him- alone.”

“Who says I want to go see him?” she argued, somewhat amused though she played it off as annoyance.

Omera finished her task and looked at the tablet with the recipe on display. On the screen, there flashed a message notification from Din.

Her heart leapt excitedly. She hadn’t seen or heard from him since he walked her to the elevator after their Bond.

Din: Grogu drew this. Said it was for you.

Attached, there was a picture of Grogu with a huge grin. In his hands, he held a picture of a funny looking rabbit. The artwork was shaded in by all varieties of crayon swirls and scribbles.

It was very much a drawing done by a toddler, but she did love the intention behind it- and the little boy she saw with happily squinted eyes in the photo.

Omera: I love it! Thank him for me.

“You think I’m ridiculous,” Cara scoffed. “I’ll watch them both for a few hours. It’s fine.”

She really shouldn’t. She should have patience and the capacity in her heart to move a little bit slower. But then again… they had a lot to talk about.

“Are you sure?”

Cara smiled, relieved that she’d finally got Omera to be honest, and nodded. “Yeah. No big deal.”

Omera: Do you want to go for a walk tonight? Just us? Cara can watch Grogu.

“Hi, Cara!” Winta greeted brightly.

“Hi, kiddo. How was school?”

“Good. I learned about cars today and I thought of you.”

Cara chuckled. “That’s cool. Did you blow their minds when you knew everything already?”

Winta shrugged as she stepped beside Omera by the cutting board on the counter. “Maybe a little.”

A message from Din came onto the screen and earned Omera’s full and prompt attention.

Din: Give me an hour?

Omera: That works. See you soon.

It didn’t matter what the food was. Grogu always seemed to get it everywhere. It was in his hair, on his clothes, on his face and hands… not to mention the mess on the table and on his chair.

Din sighed as he sat the kid in the tub he’d filled with warm water.

Grogu tilted his head back happily and grabbed his favorite bath toy, a frog that spit water if he filled it. The purchase was a mistake. There wasn’t ever a single bath time that ended with Din having walked away even a little dry.

He liked to think he’d become something of a bath expert. At first, it took a full hour. Now, it was down to under twenty minutes on a good day. The kid liked the water, so if he could spare the time, he’d let him soak in it for a little while longer.

He agreed to meet Omera, though, and already pushed the hour he’d promised her.

Grogu made noises as he played, funny sounds that only a little boy could conjure up, and attacked Din’s bared arms with squirts of water from his frog.

“What does a frog say, Grogu?” Din asked.

Grogu scrunched his nose up. “Rrrrribbit!”

He nodded and laughed under his breath at the pure innocence of the kid. “Yeah. That’s right.”

His fingers went through the kid’s hair as he scrubbed the shampoo into it. Then, careful, he shielded his eyes as he washed it out of his hair.

As the suds washed off of Grogu’s head, Din heard a knock at his front door.

With a heavy sigh, he glanced over his shoulder to see if he could grab his phone from where he’d set it down. He didn’t think it had been a full hour yet, and Omera wouldn’t have come to him first. Would she?

He reached for the kid’s big fluffy towel and held it out.

“I have to get the door. C’mere.”

Grogu whined, dissatisfied, but did as he requested and stood upright. Din wrapped the towel around him and then swept him upwards with a rocket noise so he’d laugh. He was rewarded with a happy giggle.

There were moments where he recognized how different he’d become around the kid. It wasn’t in his nature to be loving and kind like Omera was with the boy, and sometimes he wished he could be. Instead, he did what he could, and that meant he began to pay attention to what the kid liked so he could use those things to make him happy.

The kid liked rockets and cars. He liked to play with blocks and stacked towers all over the house- wherever Din would let him. He liked roughhousing, too, which Din used to his advantage to try and begin to show him how to fight like Mandalorians did.

They’d formed a close relationship, one full of promise and trust. It was something Din could be proud of- how he’d brought this child out of a quiet and shy shell to the happy kid he’d become.

Din carried the boy out of the bathroom that sat opposite his bedroom. He set him down there, behind the baby gate he’d installed to keep the kid from running wild around the apartment.

“I’ll be right back,” Din told him. “Want to pick your PJs?”

Without a word, Grogu immediately took off to where Din had laid out the choices for him on top of his bed.

Din wiped his wet arms against his damp shirt while he went to answer the door and then replaced the sleeves so as to keep his skin hidden from sight.

When he was alone with his thoughts for even just a few seconds, his mind drifted to what happened just a few hours ago in the clinic with Omera: they Bonded.

It felt like he’d been asleep for his entire life, and he could finally see the world and all of its colors and brightness. Sounds were sharper, his vision was clearer, and his mind had never functioned with such precision. He could feel it deeper than his senses, as deep as he could go within himself, where his soul was at peace with his choice.

While he wasn’t sure what all of it meant, he knew he liked it. Even before he met her, he’d never felt as in control of himself before. There was clarity that came with their Bond unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

He would understand if Omera came by before he was prepared to see her, excited to see him, and he couldn’t help but smile as he approached the door because he felt that way, too.

His soul was content as it was, but he knew if they were together again it would be even better.

When he opened the door, the happiness he’d felt the entire day instantly plunged out of his system and instead he went stiff with panic and dread.

It was his Mandalorian accountability mentor, and not a moment too soon.

“Is it a good time?”

There was a good reason that the accountability mentors were told to surprise and show up at random. Sometimes, it was a phone call. Other times, they’d come to him just like this, with expectancy in their posture and four words on the tip of their tongue: have you been faithful?

Din forced the panic down as deep as it would go.

There was, oddly, a sensation of peace that he felt in direct assault against the panic. It wasn’t him who felt at peace. Was it Omera? Was it their Bond? There was still so much he didn’t understand about soulmates and he hoped he could ask Omera about it all soon.

He looked over his shoulder and then gestured to the Mandalorian to come inside.

“Just took the kid out of the bath. Give me a few minutes.”

He didn’t look back to see that the Mandalorian entered. He just trusted that they did.

With his chest tight with dread and his head clouded with condemnation, Din made his way down the hall back to Grogu’s bedroom. The kid sat in the middle of the floor with a pair of his favorite trucks.

His sigh alerted Grogu of his arrival and the toddler grinned at him. “Da!”

Din entered the bedroom and went to grab the clothes from the top of his bed. “You didn’t choose, did you?”

Grogu tilted his head and smiled. “Go space!”

He couldn’t help but smile, even though he knew the Mandalorian just up the hall could probably hear everything the kid yelled.

“Shh,” he hushed, then gestured for Grogu to come to him with one hand. “C’mere, Engineer Grogu.”

His boy did as he was asked and Din made quick work of tucking him into his pull-ups and then his space themed pajamas- patterned with stars, planets, astronauts, and rocket ships. Finally dressed, Grogu smiled up at him.

“Go space, Da! Vrooom!”

Grogu used his hand to pretend to be a ship, blasting off of Earth into space. The child had only just begun to show him this much energy on a daily basis. Din was grateful that he’d become more comfortable around him.

“Yeah, buddy,” Din murmured. He lifted a hand to lift the wet hair from his forehead. “I gotta talk to someone. Be patient for me, okay?”

Din held his breath and considered what he’d say as he walked out of Grogu’s room and moved up the hall to find the Mandalorian just inside his kitchen.

“Sorry.”

“He’s talking some more now.”

Din nodded. “He is.”

The Mandalorian hummed with curiosity. “Do you think he’s ready to join the others at the covert?”

A lump formed in his throat. “Not yet. He has opened up to me, but with others… he hides.”

He had yet to admit to the covert what he’d done- that he’d put Grogu on the manifest to join him on the ship to the Outer Rim. He knew it was wrong to continue to keep it a secret, but Fett’s suggestion whispered at the back of his mind louder and louder the further he strayed from the Way.

“You haven’t brought him to the covert in a while. It’s important to do that.”

“I know…” He sighed and shook his head. “He likes to play with a friend when I pick him up at the end of the day. It’s difficult to pull him away when he likes something.”

The Mandalorian tilted their head, puzzled by what he’d told them. “It is your job as the child’s guardian to lead him down the right path. If he is distracted by this… friend… then you should intervene.”

Din’s jaw clenched. His fingers curled into a fist at his side and then released again. He didn’t like the way they spoke to him- as if they wanted to find a reason to rat him out to the leadership back at the covert.

“I will do what’s right for the boy,” Din replied evenly. “When he’s ready to visit the covert, we will.”

He was met with silence. Then, the terrible inevitable, “Have you remained faithful?”

His Bond with Omera was more than a step away from his faith. He broke a key tenant to remain chaste and abstain from desires of the flesh. He’d plunged headfirst into his Bond with Omera without any thought to the Way.

Guilt sank deep into his gut when he thought about it: the gentle way she’d touched his face and how she whispered that she didn’t want him to go anywhere. The way his Mark had grown ever hotter the longer they touched theirs together.

And then he thought of the relief: the way he felt right then, so clear and full and whole. It was as if the creation of their Bond had revealed to him who he really was.

It was against the Way to lie, but if he was truthful, Grogu would be taken from him. He’d be an outcast. Forever.

He just decided to keep the kid. Was he willing to let the boy go? Was his soulmate worth more to him than a lifetime of Mandalorian teachings?

The longer he fought with himself over these complicated problems, the more he realized what a bad decision it had been to Bond with Omera in the first place. He’d acted on impulse in the heat of one moment that would forever impact the way his life was lived.

It was against the Way to lie, but he needed more time. What was one more broken part of the Mandalorian code at this point?

“I have.”

The Mandalorian nodded. “Have you struggled since we last spoke?”

“Some,” he admitted. “It’s hard to avoid her the way I need to if I’m going to remain faithful.”

They gestured out toward the apartment. “Perhaps you and the child should move. Put some distance between you so all you have to see of her is at work.”

Din was silent. The obvious answer was no, but the Mandalorian in front of him wanted to hear him make positive steps.

“We’re here because the company provides it,” Din explained. “Where would we go instead?”

“The covert has a few open rooms. It might be a good way to integrate the child into his new living arrangement. Once your contract is finished, you can leave him behind.”

He held his hands together behind his back and straightened his shoulders. “The child feels safe here. Progress would be lost if he had to start over.”

“It is your choice, but the longer you allow yourself the temptation of your Match… the more difficult it will be to ignore it.”

“I understand.”

The Mandalorian nodded at him. “Thank you for being honest.”

His mentor stared at him for a few seconds in silence and for every millisecond that passed, Din swore that somehow they knew the truth about everything he’d done.

“Do not forget our purpose,” they intoned with a kind voice, “we are givers and helpers. We fight for those who need it. We raise children to do the same. Keep a clear mind so you can be the best help to those around you.”

Din nodded in agreement. “This is the Way.”

He held his breath as he watched his accountability mentor turn and walk up the hall toward the door.

It was wrong. It was all wrong.

How had he allowed any of this to happen?

His eyes closed and he released a heavy sigh once the Mandalorian was gone.

Guilt was the only thing that filled him- no more joy, no more peace. Guilt that he’d broken the Way. Guilt that he’d liked it. Guilt for what he had to do next.

Din slowly went back to the bathroom, where he’d left his phone, and stared at the time for a full minute before he opened the messages he’d shared with Omera.

Din: Can’t meet up tonight. I’m sorry.

“You look like you could use a drink.”

Din stared blankly at Boba Fett’s amused smirk. Without pause, the man tilted his head back and waved him inside the threshold of his home with one arm.

Fett lived right on the water in a small beach house that had a dock in the backyard with a little dinghy attached. A bulldog rested in a cushioned pillow next to the front door and remained quiet, though its ears perked up in alert.

Din carried Grogu, who fell asleep somewhere between the lobby of their apartment and the midway point of the walk up the beach to find Boba’s home. The child snoozed with his arms wrapped around Din’s neck and his legs hooked around his hip, cozy and content even though he wasn’t in his own bed.

“Lay him down here,” Boba suggested gently.

He pushed a pair of pillows to the head of his sofa and then grabbed a blanket from the back that he prepared as Din did as he was directed.

Once Grogu was comfortable, Din draped the blanket over top of his slumbering form and took his hand through the hair on his forehead. The boy stirred some but didn’t wake.

As Din helped situate the kid, Boba wandered out the open back door to their right, just off of the living room.

The space apart from the man gave Din a chance to inspect the home visually. It was a quiet place with off-white walls and tile floors. The rooms were small with just enough furniture within them to feel occupied. In the living room, where Grogu slept, there was a model of the Razor Crest on display in a glass box that sat beneath the television.

On the walls, there were miscellaneous photographs of the beach- sand and waves and sea life. Din’s smile grew when he spotted a picture just beside the back door of Winta, a few years younger, with a big grin on her face while she helped Fett hold a massive fish twice her size.

Din stepped out of the house and into the backyard. Fett sat in a wooden yard chair, one of two that faced the dock and beach. He sipped from a bottle of beer and gestured for Din to join him in the opposite yard chair when he approached.

“Get comfortable. I won’t bite.”

Din sighed as he reluctantly did as he was told.

They both watched and listened to the waves roll in on the shore. The sun had gone down a while ago, and all that remained in the sky were stars that shined brightly beside the moon.

To his pleasant surprise, Boba didn’t poke or pry at all. When Din sent him a message to see if they could meet up to talk, he imagined he’d have questions. Instead, he seemed willing to wait for him to be the one to initiate the conversation.

“You told me your father was Mandalorian,” Din finally said. “Were you a Foundling?”

Boba turned his head to look back at him. “I was.” He nodded slowly. “My father was given the responsibility to take care of me when I was no older than your boy in there.”

Din’s chest felt tight. Since he told Omera he couldn’t meet up to talk, he felt nothing short of miserable. He messed up where it came to his beliefs and to the Mandalorians as a whole. He Bonded with his soulmate. He went behind their backs to put Grogu on the ship.

Where would it stop? How could it end well for him?

The heavy weight of guilt was what drove him to ask Boba if he could stop by to talk. The man was the only person he knew who had a history in the past with Mandalorians. Maybe he would be able to give him advice about how to handle what he’d done.

“What happened?”

Fett smiled. “My father met his soulmate shortly after he was assigned to me. They Bonded.” His expression fell, dismayed, as he sighed heavily. “He walked away from the Mandalorians to be with her, but she left before the end of the first week.”

Din frowned. “Did they let you stay with him?”

Boba tilted his head back and forth. “He atoned and broke the Bond. When I was six, we got out, but the fight was brutal. My father lost everything he had.” He downed a sip from his beer and wet his lips as he straightened up to face him. “Why did you come here tonight? I know it wasn’t to ask me all this.”

Din averted his focus and looked down at the ground. Fett didn’t need to be told everything, but it almost felt as if he was the only one who might understand and lend him wisdom where he needed it.

“I…” he paused. His breath caught in his lungs and tears burned behind his eyes. “I’ve been lying to the Mandalorians.”

Din didn’t dare look up at the man. He didn’t want to know if he was surprised, or if he was disappointed, or if he was amused that he’d strayed. He just needed someone to know.

If the Mandalorians knew, they would react coldly. The weight of his sins made his stomach lurch when he thought of how he had fallen astray. He couldn’t face his sins, as much as he knew it would be the best thing to do.

“I met my soulmate,” he continued, “and I asked for accountability, but it’s been difficult to stay away from her.” Finally, he looked up again and directed his gaze back toward the open door behind them. “I haven’t told them the truth about the kid, either.”

“That he’ll be on the ship?” Fett asked with a much more gentle tone than Din expected from him.

He looked at the man and nodded. “I’ve… grown attached to him. You were right.”

A ghost of a smile sat on Boba’s lips, but he didn’t let it grow any wider. He sat more comfortably in his seat and folded both hands against his chest.

“It took two years for my father to win the battle against the Mandalorians. They won’t take it well if you decide to pull him out.”

Din took a deep breath until his lungs were full and turned away from his companion to look out at the night sky. He still felt awful. None of it felt right. He’d grown up with the Mandalorians. They cared for him. To turn his back on them was wrong.

“They raised me,” Din replied. “It isn’t that simple.”

Boba was quiet for a few seconds.

“My father raised me to be Mandalorian because it was all he knew. The only difference was: we allowed ourselves attachments.” His statement hung in the warm night air for a while. “It is the Way to be loyal. Where does your loyalty lie? With the Mandalorians, or with your boy?”

Grogu refused to sit in his own chair.

He whined and whimpered when Din set him down on his own and clung to him until he relented and brought him into his lap with his stuffed bunny in tow. The kid then buried his face into Din’s chest and curled his body close.

Armas sat opposite them behind her desk. She hadn’t said a single word, but the kid was already afraid.

To be fair to Grogu, they had walked all this way at sunrise with the intention to meet with the Mandalorian leader before work. He had to take Grogu away from his toys, which meant a small meltdown at first, but eventually he warmed up. Until they entered the covert.

Din’s arm wrapped around Grogu in an effort to comfort the boy and he made sure the bunny was secured before he lifted his eyes to the Mandalorian leader.

“I have signed Grogu up to join the mission to the Outer Rim,” he told Armas. “He is too young to learn here at the covert, and by the time he will be capable of learning, there will be more Mandalorians on future colony ships. He will have the same opportunity there as he would here.”

Armas sat straight up, her shoulders squared, and nodded slowly. “You have made this decision on your own.”

A flutter of anxiety rushed through him. “He is in my care.”

“It is not your place to choose who goes to the Outer Rim.”

Din stared at her for a few seconds. “I am his guardian. He relies on me to protect and nurture him.”

“He is a Foundling in our care,” Armas reminded without an ounce of emotion. “You are the one we chose to provide that care. It is not your duty to take him halfway across the universe.”

His jaw clenched before he looked straight down at the kid in his lap. Grogu’s focus was on the bunny in between his hands. He seemed a little more comfortable, but still refused to look anywhere but at Din’s chest.

“You are meant to be his guardian until you leave,” Armas informed coolly. “We will find him another guardian then.”

He nodded. “I will be alone when I get to the Outer Rim.”

“For the time being,” she confirmed. “It is a great honor. You will be a Mandalorian in a new world. The possibilities are endless for how far our reach will extend.”

Din swallowed. His grip on Grogu tightened. “I am thankful to have been given the opportunity.”

Armas tipped her head toward him. “Do not lose focus on the goal. We need someone with your ethic and strength to succeed.”

He thought about his conversation with Fett the night before. Where does your loyalty lie? The reason he brought Grogu to the covert was to solidify his loyalty, but it wasn’t to the Mandalorians. It was to the kid.

So far, Armas had stomped on his aspirations and gave him absolutely no way forward. There wasn’t a lot of time before the ship would leave- at least not enough time to fight a custody battle- and Din knew that there would be a way to convince the covert leader if he just found the right buttons to press.

“Then let me bring him to the Outer Rim. He trusts me. He will learn best from me when the time is right. I will impart the same ethic and strength to him.”

The room was quiet for a long time. Armas studied him, then the kid. The child sensed the silence in the room and frowned at Din.

For the first time, he spoke, a quiet, “Da?”

Grogu pressed his cheek against Din’s heart and leaned his whole body against him while he instead looked at the windows against the wall. Din’s arm wrapped around him and the boy sighed softly, fully content.

When Din met Armas’ eyes, she sat forward and clasped her hands together on top of her desk. Her shoulders slumped as if she were worn down.

“Very well. You may take the child with you to the Outer Rim.” She shook her head and released an audible breath. “But as a reminder, if you break from the Way, we will take him and you will need to face atonement before you can leave Earth for the Outer Rim on our behalf.”

It was difficult to see it as a victory with the stipulations attached, but Din nodded regardless. Grogu was allowed to leave. With one less thing the Mandalorians might find out about on their own, now all he had to keep secret was his soulmate.

“This is the Way.”

Omera felt miserable.

Her heart hurt like it had suffered the burden of brokenness and loss- an intense form of grief that refused to leave.

The feeling came on suddenly, and no matter what she tried to alleviate the way she felt, nothing worked. No funny TV shows, no snuggles with Winta, no snacks of dark chocolate.

She lay awake with her eyes on her Mark for hours. She sent Din a message to ask if he felt alright, but it went ignored, and still the awful feeling persisted.

Work was easy. It was good to fall back into the routine of calls and meetings and following up on messages. It was, in some ways, the same way it had been before she had ever met Din.

She liked to focus on the work. It soothed her. The misery she felt took a backseat when she instead worried about two dozen fresh and complicated problems that arose surrounding the project. Even better, she didn’t have distractions in the form of all of those irritating symptoms that arose thanks to her Mark before the Bond.

At lunch, she and Fennec sat together at her desk so they could continue to work through the break.

Her assistant eyed her carefully. “You’re different today. What happened?”

Omera looked up and shook her head. “I didn’t sleep well last night. I’m sorry if I’m bringing your mood down. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Fennec’s eyes darted down to her covered wrist. “You Bonded. That’s what’s wrong.”

“No, it’s not that…”

Before the conversation could continue, there was a knock at her door and she averted her focus away from her assistant to see that in her doorway stood the Mandalorian.

Din. Her soulmate. The one her soul was Bonded to.

Her heart squeezed tight at just the sight of him. She was desperate for their connection even when it felt so miserable.

“How can I help you?” she asked politely.

He looked at Fennec, like he wanted to clear the room, then his focus settled on Omera. “Can we talk?”

Instantly, Fennec pressed the button on Omera’s desk that made the see-through glass window walls turn frosted, which gave the office complete privacy. She stood with her lunch in hand.

“I’ll be in the conference room. Get me when you need me.”

Omera opened her mouth to argue that Fennec could stay, but her assistant moved too quickly past Din in the doorway for it to matter.

The door sealed when he finally entered. They were alone.

She stood and held her hands together in an effort to remain cordial and strong. They stared at one another in silence as he moved toward her slowly.

“You didn’t come by this morning.” She tried to sound neutral even if she felt awful. “Is everything okay?”

Din stopped when he got to the corner of her desk while she stepped out from behind it so they could be closer.

“It was a mistake. Bonding.”

She looked up at the place she knew his eyes were and shook her head. “It happened. We can’t take it back.”

Din nodded. She wasn’t sure if it was in agreement, or if he needed a moment to gather his thoughts.

“I asked for accountability from the Mandalorian covert. I told them that I had found my Match when we met. They came to check on me last night before I was supposed to meet you.”

Omera shut her eyes. There was an overwhelming sense of guilt that hit her all at once. It was because of her that he struggled, and continued to struggle, with the Mandalorians. She didn’t want him to have to choose between one way of life and another, yet she Bonded with him anyway.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I should have been-”

“I don’t blame you,” he said before she could spiral. “I wanted it to end. The… way it felt was overwhelming.”

Omera shut her eyes and tilted her face downward in shame. “Yes, it was. But that doesn’t make what happened right.”

She heard him sigh as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I’ll lose the kid if I tell them the truth,” Din confessed. “I won’t be Mandalorian anymore. They’ll take him. I’ll lose everything.”

Suddenly, the misery she felt made sense. If this was what Din had to deal with, it was logical to follow that she would have felt the effects of his deep and broken inner turmoil.

“Oh,” she whispered as she looked at him again. “I’m so sorry. That isn’t fair.”

He exhaled. “I’ve been… miserable. I just needed to see you.”

Tears formed in her eyes. “I know. I’ve felt it.” She looked down at her left wrist, covered by a loose-fitted sleeve, and pulled the fabric back so she could show off her Mark. “When you’re Bonded, your soul is tethered to the other person, so the big emotions- the hurt or the happiness- you feel the same way.”

He was quiet as he processed what she told him. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” she shook her head. “I bear the same burdens you do. That’s all.”

Suddenly, but carefully, Din put both of his palms on her sides. She followed his lead and wrapped her arms around his neck as she stepped into him so she rested just beneath his chin. His arms were warm where they tightened around her waist.

He held her like a promise. He needed to see her. It wasn’t over between them.

“In four months, the ship launches,” Omera reminded. “And when it does, none of this will matter. We just need to keep it a secret until then.”

“It will be difficult to lie for that long. It is against the Way to lie.”

Omera pulled away from the embrace to put a small distance between them again.

She wished the answer to this problem was clearer; that Din wouldn’t have to sacrifice in order to keep what he deserved out of his life.

“What do your instincts say?”

He was absolutely still, his arms by his sides, and his fingers curled restlessly against his palms.

“That I chose you and I don’t regret it.”

Her heart leapt wildly. She hadn’t expected him to say such a thing.

“You don’t have to say that,” she told him as her brow tightened inward. “You’re Mandalorian. Everything that happened between us- our Bond- it was done to quiet our souls. Now that we have peace, you should keep following your code. It’s important to you.”

Din nodded and slowly explained, “Mandalorians follow a code of honor. Loyalty and strength are key parts of that code. When we make a choice, we follow through with it.”

For a beat, he was quiet. Then, he reached out and took her left hand. Her Mark was made darker by their Bond. She still wasn’t used to the way it looked.

“I chose you when I agreed to our Bond.” She lifted her gaze to find that he stared at her. “I will honor that choice.”

Her lips parted and her heart raced. “How do you intend to do that?”

Din surprised her again. Without another word, he pulled his helmet off of his head and set it down on her desk.

Her eyes grew wide in shock. She stared directly at his face, no longer hidden by his helmet or the darkness behind her eyelids.

The first thing she focused on were his eyes. They were brown. Just like he’d told her they were.

She adored everything about him before she had seen his face, so she would never have been disappointed by him, but she felt a small sense of relief to know he wasn’t hard to look at. His features were soft, though she could tell he was made somewhat uncomfortable and awkward from the years of time he’d spent hidden behind his helmet.

Omera smiled affectionately as she swept her eyes over him. She wanted to memorize each line on him, every detail, and never forget.

“Hi,” she exhaled, overwhelmed. “It's you.”

He was captivated by her, so completely overwhelmed to see her this way- to be seen by her- and she could see it in the light in his eyes.

She reached up and her fingers gently touched his cheeks, the same way she’d held him the day before. When she did, he closed his eyes just briefly, like there was tangible weight in her touch that he wasn’t used to.

“One hundred and seventeen days,” he said in a quiet voice. “We can keep it secret that long.”

It was addictive to believe in the hope and promise of a future with someone who knew her as deeply as her soulmate did. For years, she denied herself the possibility of something as good as what Din offered her, and with it in front of her, she almost didn’t believe it was real.

“If it will be easier, we don’t have to see one another everyday. Four months isn’t a long time compared to what’s ahead.”

Din swallowed. He shook his head as her hands fell away from his face to instead rest on his shoulders while his hands found her lower back to hold her closer.

“No.”

It was a simple answer and she liked it. He didn’t need to say anything else. He wanted her and he didn’t want to sacrifice any time together for anything else.

He chose her. He chose them.

“Okay.”

When he dropped his forehead to hers, he released a wonderfully desperate soft sigh through his nose. “Can I kiss you?”

She couldn’t keep her smile away. “Yes.”

Her hands went to the back of his head to hold him when their lips met. He was fiercely passionate, like he had a point to prove, but she felt that intensity fade when her hand settled on his jaw and instead he kissed her like they had all the time in the world.

When it was over, he stayed where he was as they each evened their breathing.

“Winta is going to sleep over at a friend’s house tonight,” Omera murmured. “If you want to come over, we can talk and…” She paused when he pulled away just enough to see her. “Maybe we can watch a movie, or go for a walk with Grogu?”

His hands slid against her arms when they fell to her sides and he leaned in so he could kiss the center of her forehead before he rested his forehead on top of the crown of her head and looked into her eyes.

“Okay.”

Omera’s heart finally felt wholly content again. The dark clouds of misery were gone and she felt the radiant sunlight return, which meant Din must have been satisfied with the decision they’d made.

“Okay.” She smiled wider. “Brown Eyes.”

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#mandomera #din x omera #the mandalorian #my writing #invisible string fic #these chapters keep growing when i'm editing them lol #oh well

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