#「 🪐 」 » dead by daylight. ･ﾟ✧

[sugawhaaa]

NOOOO MY XDINARY BRAINROT IS SO SO BAD RN TOO!!!!

I keep thinking about bunny hybrid junhannie going into rut and fucking the daylights out of his owner <33 promising to breed them full of his kits, babbling about how he cant wait to give them his mates mark </3 WORMS!!! HYBRID HEROES BRAINWORMS!!!!

HYBRID JUNHAN ONE-SHOT

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I can't help myself

Warnings::SMUT/some vulgar language

Genre:: it's kinda implied that the reader is female but it's never really said, breeding, hand job, nipple play, creampie (don't try this at home kids (╯✧▽✧)╯)

Pairing:: bunny hybrid!Junhan! X female bodied!reader

A//N:: I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABT WRITING HYBRID JUNHAN LIKE...YESTERDAY I'm usually not super into hybrid prompts but Junhan being a hybrid just makes sense 🤌 he'd feel guilty and embarrassed but would also jerk off to images of you 24/7

You weren't oblivious to a hybrid's heat. You've had your bunny hybrid, Junhan, for about 3 years, and every year around spring and early summer he goes through heat. He usually manages it very well. He talks to you about it but it's never very serious...perhaps it was because he was so young.

Now he's a lot older and you'd think that he's learned ways to manage his heat and impulses but this time it's all different.

It was around mid May when he woke up one morning, his ears perked straight up even though they're usually pretty droopy. He didn't pay much mind to it and went downstairs to you. You waved at him with a little "morning baby!" And his heart skipped a beat. His face turned red and he cleared his throat.

"M-Morning" he replied and sat down at the kitchen table. You raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior.

"Is it that time of year again?" You leaned on the table, unintentionally showing him your cleavage. He looked away, his ears flicking up again at the tip.

"Yeah," he said as his eyes tried to avert from you but he couldn't help it. You stood up again and continued to look through the kitchen for breakfast.

"What do you want to eat?" You asked.

"Oatmeal..." he said softly as he watched your body move swiftly. Your waist, your hips, your ass...he felt so bad but he couldn't help but stare. He watched you intently.

That day was about a week ago and ever since he's been distant from you. He'll hang out with you during breakfast and dinner but almost never aside from that. You weren't a fool either. You heard him in the dead of night masturbating using whatever he could find, a pillow, sock, his own hands, anything that could satisfy his needs. Every morning he'd have dark circles under his eyes and his ears would always be straight up. You knew this happened usually when he was turned on or hard.

Eventually, you had enough of it. You were worried about him and after dinner, you demanded that he talk to you in your room. You crossed your arms and Junhan sat on the edge of your bed. His ears drooped back, flat against his head.

"What's going on?" You ask abruptly. "I know you're in heat but you've never been so distraught. Usually, when you masturbate it's only for a little while and you know when to stop but I've heard you at 3 in the morning," you explain and Junhan turns red.

"W-Well..." he pauses and you decided to speak up again.

"Not to mention you hardly eat and you're not going outside. And back to the masturbating, you're using whatever you can find that somewhat resembles a sex toy. You even used my electric toothbrush as a vibrator!" You blurt out. You sounded a lot more angry than you were.

"I'm sorry!" He bowed his head on your bed. You looked at him shocked. "I-I Don't know what's wrong with me this time but I just can't stop myself. All day and night I'm so horny and there's nothing I can do about it! I masturbate for hours on end but nothing helps. I thought I might need to be more intense so I used other things to simulate toys and things," he explained with upset eyes. "It's so hard..." he looked at you with drooped ears. You hugged him and he looked shocked.

"You should've just told me," you pet his ears as you speak. He nuzzles into your shoulder as you hug each other. He accidentally grinds himself on your thigh as you hug but you ignore it. His ears flutter against your hand, softly petting them.

"I'm so horny," he cried out in a broken voice. "I just want to fuck you so bad," he whimpered and you chuckled.

"Okay," you pull back and start to take your shirt off. Junhans ears straighten out.

"Wait, wait, wait," he waved his hands around and you stopped what you were doing. "Are you sure? Like I mean literally. I want to-"

"I'm sure." You cut him off and continued to take off your shirt. Junhan watched intently. Watching how your body moved with so much skin exposed. "Cmere," you said as you pulled him close. You took off his hoodie and shirt. His hips subconsciously bucked against your hip as you held him. Little breathy whimpers escaped his mouth. As soon as you leaned back against the head of the bed he lost all his composure. He leaned down and kissed you passionately, his body pressed against yours as he kissed you.

There was no thought in his touch, he just wanted to feel you. Your body, your lips, your most sensitive areas. He wanted it all and you were giving it to him. He bit down on your neck suddenly and you jumped. He sucked on the skin leaving a red mark on your lower neck. He continued this a few times but he got bored quickly. It was apparent he just wanted to cut to the chase. One of the straps of your bra fell down your shoulder and his ears twitched at the sight. You smiled and put your arms behind your back to unclip your bra. As soon as it fell his eyes lit up, his ears straightening again.

He licked your nipples softly and gently, just grazing his textured tongue across your sensitive skin. He loved to hear your soft whimpers of pleasure but it just wasn't enough for him. He craved you more. He needed more of you.

Junhan moved lower to the waistband of your pants. You nodded and he took them off, leaving you in only your panties. You put your hand on his chest before he could continue, his ears drooped back as he looked at you. "Here, let me help you out a bit," you said as you gently pushed him to lie down. Junhan laid back and waited for your next move. You undid his jeans and he blushed, his ears still tucked back. You took off his boxers as well, finally freeing his precum-covered erection. He bit his lip and looked down at you through fluttered eyes. You gently wrapped your hand around him and his breath hitched.

You slowly started moving your hand up and down, watching how his entire body reacted. As you picked up the pace his moans got louder. His knees jolted forward every now and then.

"I'm gonna cum," he whimpers out before grabbing the bed sheets. "Please, please," he whimpers as his back arched, pushing your hand down to the base of his cock. You continued at a steady pace before speeding up, finally letting him release. His cum dripped all over your hand and down to his base. His body twitched lightly as his ears curled. "I wanna breed you so bad," he whimpered out as he looked up at you. His eyes weak.

You looked at him surprised. He had never been so straightforward before. "Are you sure?" You asked softly, finally releasing your grip on him. Your hands sticky and wet. He looks up at you with the most desperate and eager eyes. His ears fell back as he looked up at you, his lips slightly parted. You caved in and nodded. You pulled down your panties and tossed them to the floor with the rest of the clothes.

Junhan looked you up and down. If this was an anime his nose would be bleeding and drool would be pouring from his lips. You laid down on your back and Junhan loomed over you. He bit his lip impatiently waiting for you to give the okay.

"Okay, start slow," you smile and he finally pushes inside you. You gasp as he fills you with his hard cock. You take a deep breath and Junhans ears stay straight up. He slowly starts thrusting into you, letting you adjust.

"I want to breed you so bad, fill you with all my cum and you'll take it all," Junhan mumbled as he tried to hold back his thrusts. He wanted to rut into you like this was the last time he'd ever get to fuck, but he didn't want to alarm you.

You look up at him through hazy eyes, seeing his long black hair all over his face and the lust in his eyes. You hold his shoulders and he just can't resist anymore. He starts pounding into you to the point your whole body shakes with each thrust. "You're going to keep every single last drop of my cum inside you," he groaned as he held the pillow next to your head. "I can't wait to mark you, you'll be mine," he smirks as you become a moaning mess.

You start clawing at his shoulders from the pleasure, little scratches present on his shoulders. "That's it, baby, you're so tight," he mumbles. Every word that comes out of his mouth slurs into the next. "Keep every drop in that tight pussy," he hisses before gritting his teeth. His head falls forward and his ears fall back.

"I'm gonna cum," you whimper out softly. Junhans eyes light up at your statement. Your words encourage him to thrust faster and harder. You throw your head back and arch your back. "Yes!" You moan out as you're just about to tip over the edge. With one final hard thrust you both cum at the same time. You feel his hot semen fill you up as your body convulses from pleasure. Junhan leans down and kisses your neck softly as sweat drips from his forehead, his cock still buried so deep inside you.

He chuckles softly from the rush of pleasure. "Fuck I needed that," he laughs as his hand runs up your body.

"You wanna do round two?" You smirk and Junhans ears shoot up.

"Of course," he smiled and pulled out of you. "Let's catch our breath for a minute first," he sighs as he throws his head back, sweat dripping down his neck to his chest. While he's cooling down you move into a doggy style position in front of him. Junhans eyes light up as he sees your ass out right in front of him for his taking.

"Ready when you are~" you hum happily and Junhan can't help himself. He pushes back into you quickly. You jump and grab the pillow in front of you. Junhan grabs your hips and holds you steady as he pulls out of you and then back in even harder. The sound of your skin hitting each other echoes throughout the room. "This position feels so good," you moan as your eyes roll back.

"Good," he hisses and increases the pace. Your tight walls sucking his cock dry. "You better keep all of this cum inside you, I'm gonna fill you so much to the point you're going to burst," he smirks and claws at your hips and ass as he pounds into you. You feel his length continuously hitting your g-spot and you feel like you're going to explode from pleasure. Junhans hand creeps up your back and grabs your hair in a tight and messy ponytail. He pulls your head back and you moan loudly. "You're so close darling, I can feel it," he smirks as he thrusts into you faster.

"Y-Yes," you whimper as your orgasm approaches fast.

"I can't wait to fill your little pussy again," he mumbles as your moans become louder. Junhan groans deeply as he feels his climax approaching. This knot in your stomach is just about to burst when he finally hits your G-spot one last time. You come undo beneath him but he doesn't stop. "Just a little more baby," he grunts before finally climaxing, painting your insides white. He lets your hair go and let's the rush wear off the both of you.

You let out a calm sigh and he pulls out. He lays down next to you and looks at your face, your hair a mess. "Did I go too hard?" He asks softly as he brushes back some of your hair.

"No, it was perfect," you smile. "And besides, as long as your happy I'm happy,"

[fullsaw]

Hello! My name is Buster/Alice and This is my main blog!

This is my introduction post ~

I am 17, Irish, Nonbinary, and go by any pronouns (They/It/She/He). I post my art and stuff/opinions about media I enjoy.

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The fandoms I'm in include:

Furry! 🐺🦙

Sing 🐨🎤

The Magnus Archives 📼👁

Angry Birds (Movies & Summer Madness) 🐤🐷

Five Nights at Freddys (Games and Books) 🐻🎩

Gravity Falls (Fiddleford Freak) 📜⚠️

Dogs in Space 🐕‍🦺🌌

Bojack Horseman 🐴🍾

Portal 🤖🎂

Silent Hill (Passive Observer & Lore Enjoyer) ⛓🌫

Dead by Daylight (Lore Enjoyer) 🪝🕸

Horror Movies (Love Texas Chain Saw and Alien) 👻🔪

Guardians of the Galaxy (Rocket, but also love Quill, Nebula and Mantis) 🦝🪐

Smosh (Tommy Fan, Angela Stan) ☀️🔍

Musicals (MASSIVE Hatchetfield fan) 👯‍♀️🎶

Requests -

I take Gif, Art and FanFic requests, my rules go as followed ~

Gif [CLOSED for now] - I can make gifs of Movies, Specific Characters or scenes!

Media includes:

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, NOPE by Jordan Peele, Angry Birds 1 & 2, The Bad Guys, Sing 1 & 2 and Dogs in Space!

And

FanFic - [Keep in mind I only write for fandoms I'm in]

Yes! - Angst, Comfort

Depends (Dm First) - Shipping, Transphobia, Homophobia

No. - NSFW, Your Selfship, Your OCs, Racism, Proship, Zoophilia Etc.

And

Art - I Draw!

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No. - NSFW, Racism, Homophobia, Proship, Zoophilia Etc.

I may or may not do colour/shading depending on my mood

F/Os

I am a selfshipper and my current F/Os are:

Baby Bear (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish)

Embarrassment (Inside Out 2)

DNI -

People who Selfship with my F/Os, Racists, Misogynists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Xenophobes, Proshippers, Pedo/Zoophiles and Zionists

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[venusorbits]

( 🪐 ) . . . — UPCOMING WORKS

template credits: [ https://www.deviantart.com/thatporcelain ]

━━━━━ LUCID DREAMING

SYNOPSIS: You'd give everything just so you could walk once again. Bound by a wheelchair. You come to resent everything. You have no ambition. Goals. Passion- Well, you once did. Now, you sit on the sidelines while everyone's hard work seems to be paid off by success and it falls right into their hands. While you're there, right where you left your old self. Stuck. In this time loop of never-ending nothingness. It's the same cycle again. And again. Again. And again. This, upon opening your eyes, those times seemed to stop, this place is the same. But different. Different you say? You could stand once again. You were dreaming of an opposite world where you seem to live your life without your wheelchair. It gave you peace. Then in your dreams, you meet him, Kim Mingyu.

━━━━━ DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

SYNOPSIS: Summer has come around once again yet still lingers the horrors that have plagued Camp Haven for many years, Camp Counselors turned up mangled, dead and bloodied nearly 5 years ago, in the summer of 1975. Questions still remained unanswered. Camp Haven is an experience of a lifetime, they say, well, you could say that.

━━━━━ THE BODYGUARD

SYNOPSIS: The Royal Family has always been an integral part of the current society, it is considered the greatest honor to be given the opportunity even to step within palace grounds and work for the monarchy. They were known for their glory, power and lavish lifestyle, not only that the members of royalty were adored. However, none other than, the Princess who is next in line to the throne, was the most eye-catching of them all. She had garnered fans from all across the globe for her sophisticated grace, charming smile, graceful kindness and her ethereal beauty. The Princess was globally recognized as the most influential and well-known woman. With that, the young princess’ life is always at risk with your life at a spectacle, you are in need of the top bodyguard from the country. Which, the top security company comes in, they train the top bodyguards who work for the elites. There's the SEVENTEEN unit who was known to guard the CEO, NCT unit who guards the most well-known celebrities and there's ATEEZ unit who have traditionally served the family of nobility.

Choi San, his family, as loyal as ever. History shows that his lineage has been to stand beside the Royal Family even going as far as to how the traditional monarchy was established. Now, his father passed the torch to him to continue the tradition that has been passed from generation to generation. 

[leofrith]

🪐,🍬, and an optional 🪲?

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

starting therapy tomorrow!! please fix me!!!

i've finally been writing again for the first time in literally months.

submitting my application for my italian passport later this week. not that i'll really have cause to use it anytime soon but it'll be cool to have regardless.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

i answered this one here but i love violence so another one: ascended ast*rion is the most annoying bitch alive (or. well. dead, as it were.) and i cannot stand him. like yeah sure i'll ascend him at least once because taking the same path every time would get boring pretty quickly but literally every clip i've seen of this man gives me the ick and i cannot for the life of me understand why people find him attractive. i see zero appeal. what a fucking clownnnnnnnnn.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

i've been writing on and off all day so here's 49 words from this afternoon:

That single sliver of clouded daylight reflects off the blue of her eyes and makes them look paler, less vibrant. It’s not so dissimilar to how Leofrith feels now, knowing that their time together is spent, like the world that awaits them outside has been drained of its colour.

send me some emojis!

[rosiesthehat]

_ hush my darling, you're here with me! 𝅄 ׁ ˳🫧 .

⃟🔪 ˑ dead by daylight ꒱ ۫ ᬊ.

anna, the huntress _ nsfw alphabet котенок _ anna, the huntress x reader. (sfw)

 ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧  the conjuring ♱  ⋆⸜

a joint prayer _ lorraine warren x reader (sfw)

𖥔 ݁ ˖ dune ☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*⋆。˚

how much sand can a hand hold? _ lady jessica x reader (nsfw) chapter 2 , sand. (sfw)

𓈒   ⏜       ˚   ࣪ 𓈒 other nerdy stuffs! ⟡ 🪐

you make my whole world go 'round _ emilia harcourt x reader (nsfw)

[platonicxreader]

🌊 about the mods 🌊

currently there are 2 mods, mod galileo (🪐) and mod newt (📼).

📼 both mods 🪐

creepypasta

dead by daylight

homestuck

marble hornets

mob psycho 100

pokemon

slashers/horror (the boy [2016], scream [1996], tcm [1974])

undertale & deltarune

🪐 mod galileo 🪐

invader zim

resident evil (mainline games only)

star wars (most movies and shows, some legends)

viva pinata

📼 mod newton 📼

danganronpa

genshin impact

madoka magica & magia record

rpg maker horror games (witch's heart, ib, etc.)

slashers/horror (friday the 13th [1980])

your turn to die

[fawnghuleh]

.. on call 🪐

hi! this is my main blog :)) i do have another personal one but likely won’t be sharing it for my own protection. i go by actually tons of names which you can find in my carrd!!

honestly this is just going to be a place where i can post my poetry ((lots of vent stuff)) as well as sort of just reblog and post random stuff while sticking to a certain aesthetic on my other blog!

as for boundaries that aren’t rlly specified in my carrd, do not follow me or interact if ur page is nsfw, i am seventeen.

do not repost or use my art without my permission! you may repost/use my poetry so long as you do not claim it as yours and credit me! do not heavily reference or trace/steal my art, do not plagiarize my writing, etc. normal type stuff. my writing tag is #fawnymphpoem <3

fandoms include ..

ghost (band), dead by daylight, stranger things, final fantasy, general slasher/horror content, the owl house, hannibal (nbc + books), and like?? tons more, you’ll get an idea from what i reblog :] i am looking for moots!

DNI racist, homophobic, ableist, transphobic, islamophobic, xenophobic, etc. (general criteria.) proshippers, michael myers themes/blogs, nsfw/kink blogs, your general type of weirdos, someone i have blocked and very obviously don’t want to be around.

that’s it !! thank you <33

[hurtsmost]

( 3 / ? )

[the-archxr]

daylight

din djarin x jedi!reader

summary: it’s been 30 years since you last felt the force. until now, when it walks in with a lonely mandalorian.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* y’all I got a little teary-eyed writing this so I apologize in advance. So this takes place like before his entrance in TBOBF just in case anyone was confused on the timeline. ALSO, if this one goes well, I might do a part two (maybe make it a little spicy if you catch my drift, cause now I need Din to reunite with his Jedi family), but idk lemme know if you guys would be interested in part 2?

warnings: (shockingly) the tiniest bit of angst, lotta fluff, two idiots being instantly into each other (not really love at first sight but also it kinda fucking is)

word count: 3.5K

🪐

“Hey, have you heard that Jedi joke?”

Your eyes flit up to the Gran that’s seated at the end of the bar. He’s one of your regulars, stops by here almost every night, and orders the same thing while laughing along to the same tasteless jokes. Though, in his defense, he’s too drunk to probably even realize they’re tasteless.

You sigh. “No, Crik, I haven’t.”

“Well obviously, cause no one’s alive to tell it!” The whole bar lets off a resounding laugh that echoes and beats against the walls of your cantina. You just roll your eyes.

You pick up the Gran’s drink and put it to the side despite his loud protests. “I think someone’s a little too drunk. Go home, Crik, your husband is probably worried sick.”

“Ah, he’s fine. He knows you’ll take good care of me, even if I were to be dead on the floor.”

You cross your arms and look down at him. “Go home, Crik.”

He sits there for a few seconds, silent and still, then lets out a loud sigh and pushes himself out of his seat. He wobbles for a moment before gaining his footing and placing down a couple credits on the counter.

“Hey, how come you don’t laugh at my jokes? They’re priceless, especially the Jedi ones.”

You pick up the credits from the bar and put them to the side. “Crik, you only have Jedi jokes.”

“My point exactly!” He begins to slur over his words but he remains adamant. “I come in here every night, and I make everyone laugh, except you.”

Resting your hip on the counter, you look over to the small crowd that’s formed around the bar—they all stare at you in curiosity.

You huff through your teeth. “Well, maybe I just don’t find the eradication of a group of people to be funny, Crik. Sounds like you need to get some new material.”

The crowd laughs and whistles at Crik who drops the topic with a groan and a wave of his hand. He reaches the door before turning around to you with his mouth wide open.

“Goodbye, Crik.” You say louder, ushering the man out.

He chuckles, hiccups then wobbles out of your cantina.

Shaking your head, you push yourself off the counter and walk towards another patron beckoning you on the other side of the bar.

You begin to pour the customer a drink before the screech of the revolving door alerts you. You groan. “Crik, for the last time. Go. Home.”

Silence. Your whole cantina goes dead silent in seconds. Even the customer who sits in front of you with who you were in the middle of a conversation with. You watch as his eyes are blown wide as they stare at the door.

And then you feel it.

You almost don’t recognize it. After all, it’s been thirty years. Thirty long, excruciating years of fear and suppression. But then it grows, and the sensation is unmistakable. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your blood races with familiarity.

Your first thought is that they found you.

Even with Empire gone, there are still people hunting down Jedi, no matter how skilled they are or were, no matter if they were padawan or master. You imagined (more like hoped) there were at least a couple of Jedi left, there had to be. If you were alive, others had to be too.

But somehow they found you. They found you and now…

Now you’re going to die.

You place the glass down in front of the still silent customer with shaky hands and take a deep, steadying breath—the air scratches at your suddenly dry throat.

You prepare yourself to fight, not that you could do much. You haven’t interacted with the Force in years and you can’t remember even where to start. At this point, you probably couldn’t even move a cup a couple of inches, much less throw it. Needless to say, you were fucked.

You turn around quickly, hands clenched to your sides as you ready yourself for anything and everything.

Everything...except him.

He seats himself at an empty table in the darkest corner of the room, forcing you to strain your eyes to get a good look at his features. But then you see a flash of glinting beskar and your anxiety melts away as fast as it came.

Mandalorian.

Your body eases for a moment, but your heart feels as though it’s going to pound right out of your ribcage. Instead, you focus on your breathing in an attempt to come back down to reality.

You turn back to the customer you were tending to, only to see that he’s gone. As is half the patrons that were in here earlier.

There are a couple of stragglers, those that aren’t frightened at the sight of a warrior decked out in weapons. You assume that, like yourself, they’re the ones who’ve seen his kind before. Though that ignorance is at the fault of no one. Much like Jedi’s, Mandalorians are a dying breed.

It’s the one, if not the only thing, the two have in common.

Then, the realization hits you again in your calmed state.

How does a Mandalorian have so much of the Force around him?

You sneak the occasional glance at him every so often over the next hour. He stays in the same chair, at the same table, and never once goes to the bar or beckons you to get him a drink.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’d been frozen in carbonite. But he breathes all the same; moves the joints of his neck around once in a while when you imagine they get stiff. You’re not surprised at that though, given the way he’s been hunched over the table this entire time, playing with a small object in the palms of his gloved hands.

At this point, all your customers have left. It’s closing time, and realistically you should be kicking this random guy out so that way you can get some actual sleep.

But you don’t.

Part of you can’t bring yourself to do it out of how utterly pathetic he looks. But the other part of you is curious—wants to know why a Mandalorian who has no detectable high amounts of midi-chlorians, just reignited your ability to detect the Force on a random weekday night.

You finish washing the glasses and set them on a drying rack before walking out of the bar area and straight to his table.

“We’ve been closed for twenty minutes, ya know.”

He looks up at you, albeit slowly and your heart stops. Your fingers twitch with anticipation, something they haven’t done in what feels like forever, but it's easy to ignore.

He sighs, his modulator making it echo in the empty room. “I’m sorry, I—I'll go.”

He goes to stand up but you stop him. Your hands brush the cold beskar on his shoulder as you ease him back down in his seat. “It’s okay, if I wanted to kick you out, believe me, you’d be gone by now.”

Your fingertips feel like they’ve been lit on fire as invisible static shoots through your nerves. The muscles flex as you sit down, but you’re quick to shake off the strange, yet very familiar feeling.

He looks at you and you take a moment to watch as shadows dance across his smooth helmet; visor darkening with each slight movement.

He’s confused. You can hear the dials turn; can hear his thoughts go quiet as the two of you sit in awkwardness.

Holy shit.

Maker, if you weren’t intent on talking to him, you’d be throwing up from sensory overload right about—

“Look, uh, it’s okay, I can—I can go. I’m overstaying my welcome.” He mumbles out as he collects himself. Something whispers to you then; a murmur of muscle memory that threatens to break from beneath the surface. You feel it through the jittery sensations in your arms again. And soon you become acutely aware of the hyperactivity of his thoughts. You can’t exactly pinpoint much, can’t describe in detail what he sees as he goes through what are very clearly vivid images to him. But you do feel the emotions, can feel the tiredness in his bones and the way his heart…aches.

A name calls to you suddenly.

“Who’s Grogu?”

•

“So…” he’s fiddling with the object again, a small silver ball that rolls around in his hands. “You’re a…a Jedi?”

You sigh, tipping the vase of spotchka into a large glass. You gesture to him if he wants one to which he responds with a shake of his head.

“Uh...I guess?”

He hesitates. “You guess? How can you guess if you’re a Jedi?”

“No,” you say with a scoff as you heave yourself up onto the counter opposite him. You watch as the liquid swirls around in the glass, the blue almost sparkling beneath the dim bar lights. “I mean, 'I guess', because I don’t know what I would be classified as.”

“I’m not following.”

Huffing, you place your glass down and cross your arms over your chest. “Thirty years ago the Jedi were more or less eradicated. Do you—you know that much, right?”

“Yeah,” is his quick reply.

“Right so when the Jedi were wiped out I was just a padawan. I was in the early stages of my training, so when everyone…when everyone died, I had no one to train me anymore. Meaning I never progressed past that point in my teachings. So yes, to answer your question I was training to become a Jedi, but technically I’m not anymore.” You catch the way your voice suddenly chokes up at the end and you cringe. He notices, you can tell he does from the way the helmet glances at you, but thankfully he’s quick to look away.

The both of you are quiet as you just sit there, stewing in the tension of shared histories and trauma.

He then breaks that silence by telling you about Grogu. About how the two of them met, how he found out he used to be a padawan at the Jedi Temple in Coruscant, and how his mission was to return him to a Jedi to continue his training.

He tells you that he had completed his mission, but he grows quiet after that. Your heart aches at the silence. “Who ended up taking him in?”

“A…Skywalker...?” he says as he racks his brain for the name. “Luke Skywalker.”

“Skywalker?”

He shifts around in his chair but keeps his visor on you. “You know him?”

You shrug. “I haven’t heard of a Luke, but…” you frown, “I know the name, Skywalker.”

He nods curtly, taking that as a hint to let go of the subject. You can see your reflection in his beskar; can see the perpetual frown that’s painted on your face, and somehow that deepens the rotting feeling in the base of your stomach.

For thirty years, you never talked to anyone about your time with the Jedi. Not that you could anyway. You didn’t trust anyone enough to tell them that, always in fear someone would rat you out to the Empire and you’d lose all that you had worked so hard to bury. Even with the Empire gone, the thought of finally telling someone never came up.

But here you were, telling a stranger, much less a Mandalorian, your entire life story.

It was definitely strange.

The feeling of erratic energy had died down over time, resorting to a baseline of a familiar thrum of life encircling you. And, as though those thirty years of radio silence didn’t exist, your body acclimates to the sensations so very quickly. It comforts you in a way, like the warmth of the sun beating down on your face after stepping out of hyperspace. Or like the familiarity of greeting an old friend—the feeling of the Force rushing through your body cements itself in your memory and takes home in your heart.

All because of him.

“If you don’t mind me asking…” your attention shifts to the man in question. “How did you escape?”

You pause at that as the last nearly two and a half hours pass by you in a flash. You really shouldn’t be telling him this. For all you know, this man, this bounty hunter, could be corroborating your story before bringing you to the nearest outpost to hand you over. But at the same time, your mind can’t bring itself to believe that.

Because you can feel his emotions. They radiate off of him in waves, energy that, much like the Force that shrouded him earlier, ebbs and flows with the way he moves. And you can feel deep in your bones that he’s good. He’s kind, and he’s gentle, and you are so incredibly drawn to him.

He’s magnetic, and you’re exhilarated.

You make eye contact with him through his visor. You can’t see his eyes, but you can feel his stare and your heart stutters at the intensity of it.

Of him.

“I think that’s a story for another time.” You whisper. He bows his head lightly, accepting that as his answer, and goes back to rolling the ball around between his thumb and index finger.

You wonder then, in a random jumble of thoughts what he looks like. If he’s as beautiful as his energy. Of course, he is. You have no doubt about that.

And truly, he’s nothing but a stranger. A passing ship in the night that docked at your cantina and ignited something within you that you haven’t been able to grasp in such a long time. But he's special because you've started to feel like your old self again: bright and airy, staring at the world with wide eyes and an open embrace.

He’s a stranger, but a friendly one. He trusted you with the knowledge of Grogu and his attachment to him, so you decide you need to repay that trust.

So you do.

“You wanna see something cool?”

Even with the helmet, he’s full of emotion. It’s fascinating to you and makes your pulse pump just a little bit faster. “Sure…?”

You laugh and hop off the counter. “Gimme one sec, I gotta go get it.”

He sits there and waits as instructed as you run up to your lodgings above the cantina. You come back down the steps and open the door to the bar a couple minutes later with a large brown box in your hands. “You wanted absolute proof I was a Jedi, right?”

“I guess.” He mocks you playfully which forces you to lightly punch him in the shoulder. He laughs at that, then sets the ball down as he gives you his undivided attention.

You lift the lid off the box and pull out your lightsaber. It’s cold and heavy and feels strange in your grip. You haven’t used it since you landed on the planet thirty years ago, electing it to sit beneath your bed, unbothered and untouched. It's sat there for years, but you never gave it up. You could never bring yourself to.

You figure he honestly doesn’t need proof of your status as an ex-almost Jedi, and truthfully, there’s no need to show him the ancient object. But maybe you can blame your excitement on the heat of the moment: the decision made by a tired cantina owner, who really should go to bed, but doesn’t want to because they’ve never felt more alive.

You turn on the weapon and a blast of purple shoots out with a whirr.

“Dank farrik,” is his mumbled response. His gaze is fixed on your movements as you play with it, moving it around as you swing lightly. Your actions are a little sloppy with inexperience, but you enjoy yourself nonetheless. It brings you back to a time in flashing images and familiar scents and sounds. Your senses are flooded and you can’t help but laugh at the obscenity of the situation.

Never in a million years did you guess you’d be picking up your lightsaber again. Let alone picking it up in front of a stranger. A Mandalorian, of all things.

With one final swing, you turn it off and put it back in the box. “For someone who hasn’t used that in a long time, you’re pretty good at it.”

You laugh loudly as you fall against the bar. “Well, that’s cause you aren’t a lightsaber user. In reality, for lack of a better word,” you place the lid on the box. “I fucking suck.”

It’s his turn to laugh and it shakes you to your core—the sound reverberates against your ribs and falls to your stomach where it dramatically erupts in a flurry of electricity.

You catch your reflection in the side of his helmet, a face covered in adoration and amusement. You reset yourself before he comes face to face with you again because you really shouldn’t be looking at him like that.

His laugh dies down and then for a moment it’s just the two of you staring at each other. He’s larger than you, almost intimidatingly so, but even beneath the weapons on his hips and the angular cuts of his armor, you can’t help but see him as smooth edges and soft curves.

He’s truly something else.

“…Do you need a place to stay?”

•

He stays with you for nearly three months. Within the first week, the two of you fall into a rhythm where he basically rents out the spare bedroom in your upper-level lodgings for free (though to your dismissal, he profusely tried to convince you to take his credits, he still does sometimes), and in exchange, he helps out with the cantina.

He’s quiet for the most part, but extremely considerate, which part of you hates because it makes you like him even more (and if it’s anything more than like, you’re certain you would die of embarrassment). But in general, you like having him around and you can tell, with your developing abilities and the strengthening of your connection to the Force, he feels the same way.

You refrain from looking too much into his mind though to tell how he truly feels about you. You’ve wanted to. Maker, have you ever wanted to.

You realized how easy it could be. There have been many sleepless nights where you’ve thought about prying into his thoughts, leaving with what you needed, and confronting him about it in the morning. But those ideas always leave a sour taste in your mouth. Because spying on him is the last thing you want to do.

But the thought, however wrong it may be, has never been more appealing to you than now as he packs up his things in preparation of leaving you.

He got a transmission earlier this morning offering him a bounty fob, to which he took almost immediately.

You ignored how much that notion hurt you because truly this wasn’t your business.

Your space cowboy (which you had so affectionately labeled him after a night of him telling you stories of bounties) wasn’t yours to keep. He had to go. And you had to stay.

You had closed the cantina down for the day: a loss of credits hurting far less than losing the piece of your heart he had so quickly captured. You were too upset to run a bar, but you didn’t tell him that out of fear of what he may suspect.

Which led you both to this moment. You stand in the middle of a crowd of family and friends that all watch and wave as they send their loved ones on their way to travel the galaxy.

You look up at him as he gets his credits ready for his ticket. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

He looks to you. It’s the middle of the day, the sun is at its highest point, and really it shouldn’t be as sad as it is.

The sun shines on the beskar—illuminates him in ways that you’ve witnessed thousands of times before, though it doesn't fail to take your breath away. He’s the only thing you’ve looked at for weeks and now you’re not sure you want to look at anything else.

He tilts his head gently and steps closer to you. So close, that if you had just reached your fingers out, you’d be holding his hand.

“I’ll be okay, cyare.” You roll your eyes at the nickname. He never told you what it meant, but that never seemed to really bother you. To you, there was something beautiful in unsaid words. But maybe if you had the courage, you’d ask now. You'd wait patiently to see if that word means what you hope that word means.

But you’re not brave. Not now, at least.

He looks at you for a little bit longer before lacing his fingers with yours. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? I could protect you if that’s what you’re worried about—people finding you—I could protect—“

You squeeze his hand. You really aren’t brave.

“I just don’t think I’m ready for that,” you sigh. You watch as the last couple of people board the ship. “You should go, space cowboy.”

His shoulders shake with a silent chuckle, though it doesn’t last long. He gives you one final nod, runs his thumb over the back of your hand then let's go.

He looks at you over his shoulder as he goes through security all the way to the mouth of the ship. But once he’s inside, he’s gone.

And it’s when you’re positive he can’t see you that you let yourself cry. You cry because you had no heart to tell him that today the Force felt cold.

Colder than it's ever felt before.

[lukasismissing]

Intro

Since I have had this blog for years and never made one-

Names I go by- Nova, Lukas, Drew 🍄🪐

Age is 21 (Ancient, I know)

He/They/It/Thing/Void

Panromantic bisexual polyamorous

《 Things I will post: 》

Welcome to Nightvale

NBC Hannibal

Baldur's Gate 3

Breaking Bad

Youtubers/Streamers

Disco Elysium

Misc. Anime

Overwatch maybe

Dead by Daylight

COD MW2

??? Memes?

Just about anything really

Audhd and mentally ill. Please be patient with me <3

I unironically kin in the year 2024, so if you don't want doubles for the following characters, be warned:

• Cecil Palmer

• Hanzo Shimada

• Will Graham

• Jesse Pinkman

• Dean Winchester

• Stu Macher

• Wrench

• Simon Riley/Ghost

• Harry Du Bois

~☆ Thanks for stopping by !!