#I’m just gonna disengage now

[stuckinapril]

I need to put extra effort into not falling victim to the whole misery loves company thing because I truly do teeter on the all too precarious edge of thinking that at times the universe does truly conspire me against me and do its all to ensure that every single thing is a struggle. That is not true at all but the momentary comfort of throwing your hands up and going “well this is the way it’s meant to be so why fight is” can be so tempting

[nyctoaerah]

Can you please write about kissing utahime or sanemi's scars? Any of your choosing between them ofc!❣️ Love your writing sm btw!!🥹🫶🏽

★ KISSING HIS SCARS!

CONTENT: Fluff, Implied that there’s an established relationship between Sanemi and Reader, Slightly suggestive at the end.

PAIRINGS: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

“Y’know... your scars are really pretty...”

“Are you trying to seduce me and distract me from the fact that you just slandered my breathing technique?”

Sanemi scowled, his nails digging into the flesh of your hip as he gazed up at you from his position in your lap.

“Aww, come on Nemi.. i was just joking,” you cooed, leaning down to boop his nose gently with your fingertip. A fiery blush immediately bloomed across his cheeks at the tender gesture

“tch..”

His strong jaw clenched as he warded off the fluttering sensation in his stomach.

“Doesn’t mean it’s funny,” he grumbled stubbornly, though his defiant tone was undermined by the visible effect you had on his body.

“Are you not even gonna say sorry?”

You raised a brow, pouting your soft lips enticingly as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“I would.. but.. i’m not apologetic.”

“means that it won’t be genuine.”

you said, biting your lip to suppress a smile as his blush deepened. Sanemi rolled his eyes as his hands slid further up your thighs. 

“Figures. You’re a brat after all, I don’t even know how I’ve managed to put up with that attitude of yours,.” he muttered, his warm breath caressing your skin. 

His hand disengaged from your hip to glide upward, cupping your jaw in a proprietary grasp.

“But i still love you.”

With deft force, he tilted your face toward his, turning you just enough for his lips to graze the shell of your ear.

“... I just noticed... but you look prettier today,” 

“That’s random.”

You quirked a brow, amused. “I’m always pretty.”

“Aye, which is why I said ‘prettier’, Sufletul meu.”

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against the pulse point below your jaw. A shiver coursed through your body at his touch, though you averted your eyes, feeling the flush of heat rise in your cheeks.

“Heh. Simp.” you teased.

Your fingers gripped his chin firmly, pulling his face away from your neck. Leaning in close so that your warm breath mingled with his own, you murmured softly

“You like me that much?” A playful giggle escaped your lips as you gazed into his eyes.

For a moment he said nothing, only holding your stare with an intense look before he finally spoke.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he replied lowly.

“No need for that. I already know.”

Smiling knowingly, you turned your head to brush your lips gently along his jaw, savoring the way his muscles tensed at your delicate ministrations. 

Your kisses trailed higher, pressing tenderly to the scar marring the right side of his forehead.

“You’ve gotten a new scar, I see.”  You mumbled.

“From my recent mission,” Sanemi replied, shoulders slumping slightly as memories of the fight surfaced in his mind. The stupid demon’s weapon had raked fiercely across his forehead, yet another blemish to add to the myriad of scars already mapped across his features — not that he gives a fuck anyways.

“You’ve got so many scars now, y’know”  You observed, calloused fingertips tracing lightly over the ridges of damaged flesh.

He hummed softly at his ministrations, tilting your head to allow him better access.

“Sure..”

“How’d you know this one was new then? if my face is so scarred, i mean.” 

“I just know, alright?”

“I know what parts i’ve kissed. And I’ve not tasted this spot up till now.”

“So it must be fresh. Don’t worry though, I’ll memorize this one too, just as I have all the rest.”

“Uh-huh,” Sanemi mumbled, his eyes narrowing as he observed you tenderly planting kisses on the rough terrain of his scars.

The warmth of your lips against his skin sent a shiver down his spine, eliciting a soft sigh to escape his lips.

“Are you done yet?”

he breathed, the words barely more than a whisper as he closed his eyes, relishing in the tenderness of your affectionate gesture.

After a minute though, Sanemi spoke up again.

“You know... Instead of using that pretty mouth to kiss me here...” His voice trailed off, a low hum resonating in his chest as he finally opened his eyes, his gaze locking with yours.

With a sudden movement, he reached out, his fingers tangled in your hair, and tugged gently, urging you to meet his gaze.

“You can use it somewhere else,” 

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐀/𝐍: HELP SORRY POOKIE IF IT’S TOO SHORT... I HV NO IDEA ON WHAT TO DO... AND IF I CONTINUED THAT THEN IT WILL SORTA LEAD TO A SMUT... but maybe i’ll just do a part two...? ANYWAYS GUYS, PLS SEND ME SOME KNY REQUESTS, PRETTY PLSPLSPLSPLS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 or a suguru req...

[queenimmadolla]

eddie, “jealous”, angst

𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

“Why are you blowing this out of proportion?!” Eddie’s voice bellowed from behind you as you stormed out of his room with him hot on your trail.

  The last half hour had been spent arguing, speaking over each other instead of listening and you were tired of it. You didn’t want to listen to him anyways and clearly it wasn’t going anywhere so you would be.

  “SHE LIKES YOU, EDDIE! She doesn’t want to be just a customer, she doesn’t want to be your friend, she wants to fuck you!” You shouted back, as you snatched your bag from where you’d left it on the couch and whirled around to face him.

  He was red cheeked, brows cinched together, mouth set in a hard line; one grimace away from being a full blown scowl.

  Eddie floundered a bit, mouth dropping open and shut repeatedly before he found his ground and stuttered out with his arms flying about to emphasize his frustration, “So? So what!? It’s not like I’m gonna drop my pants the second she’s near!” 

  You could only stare at him in disbelief, absolutely offended that your boyfriend was well aware of her interest in him and could be that fucking stupid or that fucking careless with your feelings.

  So, you snapped.

  “‘So?’” 

  Eddie didn’t bother masking the annoyance in his excessively loud sigh, arms and shoulders dropping back as he raised his face towards the ceiling. He knew that fucking tone of yours and what it meant was coming next. 

  “SO YOU DON’T FUCKING INVITE HER OVER TO YOUR HOUSE TO BUY DRUGS! NOT WHEN YOU’VE GOT A LESS INTIMATE FUCKING PLACE ESTABLISHED TO DO YOUR DEALS AT ALREADY, EDDIE!”

  His hands dug for purchase in his hair, “OH MY GOD! Do you HEAR yourself right now? All this because you’re just jealous?!” You didn’t stop, you were back to talking over each other again, “You want her to think she’s special, Eddie? Did you give her a deal for being pretty and flirty?”

  “MAYBE I DID!” 

  Suddenly, you weren’t talking over him anymore. You didn’t even look mad. And that kind of scared him.

  The anger washed right out of you and you looked disengaged from the conversation in a manner so natural it chipped at Eddie’s heart, anxiety sinking into his belly.

  “Okay, I get it.” 

  Eddie sighed, eyes squeezing shut as realized he’d crossed an obvious line in the heat of the moment. You turned, hand on the door and Eddie’s arms darted out, desperate to stop you when you flinched away, causing Eddie to also flinch back but it was the words you so casually spoke next that made him feel like he’d been shot.

  “Please don’t fucking touch me,” The door was opened, and quietly shut behind you.

  Then you were gone and Eddie stood there like an idiot, staring at the door and hoping you’d come right back through it.

[orangeocelotmartyn]

It was Martyn’s birthday over the charity weekend, and they decided to do a lovely surprise for him! Skizz especially was very sweet to check in on him

Martyn: --was, uh, was my actual birthday, um, and after we finished the stream for the day, I was like, really—my voice was blown out, and I was really crashing, and just exhausted from the day, and, uh, I went upstairs, got a drink, and as I came back down the elevator, the doors opened—and I was there on my phone, and I just sort of like, looked up, and all of the sudden everyone was stood there. Everyone. Like, people from the charity, like, all the Hermits, Timmy, everyone like that, and they were stood there with a birthday cake, um, and then they sang “Happy Birthday” to me and stuff, um, which was sweet. Cause I said prior to the trip, like, ‘please don’t make a big deal out of it.’ Um, I said like, y’know, I don’t want the day to be centered around me, I was like I’m just happy that I’m gonna be there with all those people for my birthday, I was like, I don’t want you tryna organize like, a meal around it and—doing anything towards my preference.

Martyn: “I would’ve started crying,” so, I did, but it was after the birthday song. So it was literally—they, they sang happy birthday to me or whatever—I think all of this was filmed, by the way, I think by the charity, I don’t know if we’ll ever get that footage, but, I must’ve looked completely like, just, like, completely caught off guard. Um, but yeah, they sang happy birthday to me, and then I had—(getting progressively more choked up) I’m getting teary now thinking about it—but I got a, um, just a massive wave of, like, homesickness, um, and I was keeping it together, like, I wasn’t breaking the surface, and then Skizz comes over, and in really his sweet, lovely way he just came over and was like, “man, so like, how old are you today?” and I was like, ‘oh, y’know, thirty-four,’ and he was like, “man. That’s such a great age,” he was like, “the kids are a couple years old,” and stuff like that, and he was saying ever—everything he was saying was super lovely, and like, super true, and it was everything that I was thinking in that moment?

Martyn: And it just (sucks in a breath, indistinct) fucking hell, and it just sent me over the edge? It just, it just immediately broke me, and I just sort of had to turn away for a second and wipe my eyes, and when I turned back Skizz had just like, vanished? Um, and I was worried that I upset him, or that I’d offended him, so I literally sent him a Discord DM that evening, um, saying like, ‘hey man, I hope you don’t think I was offended earlier on, like, I was just barely holding it together, and you being so lovely just like, sent me over the edge.’ And he didn’t see that for like, three days, like, cause he just didn’t pull up Discord on his phone or whatever. Um, but then he replied saying like, ‘oh man, don’t worry about it at all,’ um, he was like, ‘I can gauge, y’know, that, that something was about to happen, so I sort of just pulled myself away,’ and I was like, okay, cool, yeah, like, like Skizz is—like people are saying in chat, like, Skizz is got really good empathy, so I think he immediately clocked that I—I think he almost saw it behind my eyes before I went, and I think he then disengaged at that point? But it was really sweet, it was a really lovely moment, but—

[trans-androgyne]

Heyyyy guess who’s back from the psych ward B)

In all seriousness though, there are gonna be some changes to my blog. A huge contributor to my recent suicidality and resulting involuntary hospitalization was the current state of the online trans community. Seeing this discourse devolve into so much unabashed transmisogyny and transandrophobia (in addition to drowning out the voices of non-binary and intersex folks) feels like it’s slowly killing me. I feel even worse than I did when I almost detransitioned over it last year.

Radical feminism has become pervasive in the queer/trans community, with different branches discriminating against both trans people afab and trans people amab by considering one group or the other to be The Oppressor and categorically attributing them power that they simply do not have as trans people under cisheteropatriarchy (I don’t like agab terms in this context, but that kind of binary is how radfems sort the world: amab/afab, victim/oppressor). Too many folks refuse to listen to the experiences of trans people different from them and insist certain experiences are exclusive to their demographic and/or that one kind of oppression is objectively Worse than others. Not to mention just blatantly misunderstanding sexism and intersectionality.

So, I’m disengaging from as much of it as I can, at least for now. I won’t be checking the tags anymore, I won’t be reblogging quite as many posts. Instead, I’m going to focus on transfeminism from actual researched/published sources, not what random tumblr users claim it to be. That doesn’t mean there isn’t incredibly valuable theory on here, but I haven’t found a way to access it without also ending up knee deep in some of the most hateful and vile behavior I’ve seen within a minority community yet. I’m going to do my best to focus on trans positivity, my own life as a non-binary transmasc, and intersectional transfeminist theory grounded in real trans experiences. I'll start posting slowly again as I recover--it won't be as frequent as before, but what I do put out should be more well-researched and constructive.

If you’re still in the discourse trenches, responding to every incident of intracommunity transphobia on here and arguing on 10-note posts claiming to summarize transfeminism, I wish you the best of luck. Just please, take care of yourself and know when to step away. Stay safe out there.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Hi! How are you? Hope you are doing well! I didn’t see any mention of you ask box is open or not so take your time to answer this! ♥️

Id like to ask for a scenario or Headcanon with the tmnt boys x reader about a situation that happened to me recently, I was venting about work with a friend and she out of the blue just “can I take a picture of you? You look so pretty right now” and proceeded to tell me she felt like she was living the “bla bla bla place name, back story stuff” meme? (If you are not aware it’s basically a meme where someone is going on a full rant and the other can only see them through being pretty and ethereal, even when talking about something super serious 😂) I busted out laughing when she mentioned, I thought about the boys going through the same would be super funny, Maybe their crush doing mundane things and they are literally heartened for it?

If it’s too complicated to do allllllll of them I’d like ask for this to be a donnie scenario then 🫶 I know you are a ralphie girlie (which I adore your stuff for him like it’s so good??? Seriously I’m eating it up your recent posts) but if you feel comfy doing it all or just Donnie it will be more than welcomed!

thank you and hope you have a good day!

I'm unfamiliar with the meme, but I think it's from the LEGO movie? Anyway, I hope this is okay. 😂

Distraction

Donnie x reader

No warnings, just fluff

It didn't take much, and it was so damn frustrating. Especially while he was working.

Donnie restarted the sequence again from the beginning. He needed to get these disks calibrated before the next time they tangled with the foot, but for SOME reason YOU exist, and your soul purpose in life is to torture him.

A scent, a sound, the smallest indication of your existence pulls ALL his focus.

Right now, you're in the living room watching a movie with Mike and Raph, and Donnie just has this *last thing* to finish before he can disengage and join you, but now you're laughing and he's lost count again.

He sighs, ripping his glasses from his face and rubbing his eyes. Replacing his glasses, he glares at the lab's door. He knows he should close it, of course he should close it, closing it is the only way he's going to get anything done.

But the door was in view of the couch and you'd think that was rude, right? He didn't want to be rude...

No. You'd get it. Especially if he could finish up quickly and join you for the rest of the movie. Okay, he was gonna close the door. He nods resolutely to himself before scowling.

An IQ of 187 and somehow you're constantly turning him into an idiot.

He sets down the disk he's working on and stands, walking over to the door. He hears you laugh again and makes the mistake of looking up at you.

Whatever movie you were watching forgotten, Mike and Raph are listening to you tell a story about something that happened at work this week.

It's inane, something about an argument in the break room over the new coffee machines, but the colorful fairy lights scattered about the lair have caught in your hair and eyes, and he is trapped in your spectrum.

It occurs to him that you can't see it. The depth of you. The reds and pinks in your skin when it flushes with laughter, the blue cableing of your veins beneath. Tetrachromacy is an advantage that he's not sure he ever fully appreciated until just now. And it breaks his heart.

There has to be a way to show you. There's light filtering technology that help people with colorblindness. It couldn't be that hard to retrofit a pair of those glasses to fit custom lenses. He'd need to examine your eyes specifically, of course, to ensure his measurements are correct, but he already has the glass grinding equipment, and people are constantly throwing away frames, and it takes him a moment to realize that the room has gone quiet.

He blinks and his eyes refocus to find the three of you staring at him, standing dumbly in the doorway, staring at you.

"You good bro?" Mikey asks.

"Yeah," he squeaks, before clearing his throat, "Yeah," he corrects, "I'm good. I'm just gonna, uh... finish up in here. I'll be out in a few."

You smile at him and he nearly trips over... the door? God, he's a mess. He closes it quickly before he can make an even bigger ass of himself.

He walks back over to his current project and sits back down. He stares blankly at the laptop and scattered pieces of tech for a few moments before sighing heavily and pushing everything aside.

He pulls out a notebook and starts sketching a pair of glasses.

...

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[godisshook]

Temptation

Ian quickly rose through the ranks in Phi Delta Tau. Even though he was just a freshman, he had risen his way to the top. His charm, combined with his demeanor, made it impossible to resist him. Despite this, he didn't give in to the vices of college, focusing on keeping his body "clean." He chose to become his floor's RA so that he could hold himself and others accountable, in all respects, he was a buzzkill, or so everyone thought.

James joined the frat cause of his dad, and it showed. He barely attended chapter meetings, and even when he did, it was usually after getting blackout drunk or ridiculously high. He started doing OnlyFans to help with his tuition, and while all the other brothers knew, nobody would confront him about it.

As Ian was returning home from class, he noticed a commotion coming from down his hall. It didn't take a genius to realize it was from James' room, so Ian walked down to tell him to quiet down. When he approached the door, he noticed it was open just a crack, so he peered in, looking for the source of the noise.

He looked through the crack in the door and saw James, clad in a maid outfit, posing in front of his laptop camera. He quickly pulled his head from the door, hoping James hadn't noticed him. Ian continued to peek as James lifted his skirt, and started jerking off. "You guys make me so horny," James said, moving his body closer to the camera. Ian could feel his dick press up against his pants, and he rushed to the bathroom before anyone could notice.

He looked at his bulge in the mirror, knowing it would be too obvious to just walk back to his room. He tried thinking of whatever he could to get himself to become soft again and thought of jerking off quickly to just "get it over with" Before he could do anything, the bathroom door *clicked* open.

"Are you planning on using the bathroom, or are you just gonna look at yourself in the mirror?" James said, as he walked in, now changed into shorts and a T-shirt. Ian looked back, forgetting how obvious his "situation" was. Ian looked down and immediately stared back up, his face turning beet red. James' eyes followed Ian's, straight down to his prominent bulge. James said, “I noticed you were looking at me from my door, I guess I’m now seeing the result of that.” “I didn’t mean it,” Ian replied. “I mean it's an honor that you, of all people, have feelings for me.” Before Ian could deny it, James would pull them into the bathroom stall, the space between them becoming noticeably small.

With the two of them now dangerously close, layers would come off in a flash. "You're gonna make me do something I regret." Ian's voice gained a hint of urgency, as his breath ran hot on James' face. "Then I won't, but you'll be begging for more." James pulled Ian into a deep kiss, but as James intensified the moment, Ian pulled away. "It was just so sudd-" Interrupting Ian, James would say, "It's fine, I was a little too forward, no hard feelings?" "Yea, you're all good," Ian replied. "Regardless, you were a good kisser!" James said, a slight blush on his face. Hands interlocked for a moment, but James would disengage. As he used his other hand to open the stall door, Ian kept his grip on James’ other hand for just one second longer, his touch lingering on James’ fingers. With James now gone, Ian absorbed the moment, how a hint of intensity clouded his usual good judgment.

As he walked back to his room, Ian's denied his feelings, even as he tried to hide his erection. Getting to his room undetected, he would lay on his bed, his mind replaying his bathroom interaction. He locked the door, opened his laptop, and typed James' OnlyFans link. Under a fake username, he paid for access, just in time for one of James' livestreams. He was only in his underwear, kneeling and facing the camera. Ian thought to himself, "He's proud of this?" James said, "Hi everyone, I'm so glad you could make it." Ian would simply watch as James spoke to those in his chat, as his erection kept him from focusing.

Slowly, Ian started rubbing his hard cock, and as James said, "What do you wanna do, daddy?" "I wanna fuck you," Ian thought to himself. Through bated breaths, Ian continued. James would begin fingering himself, and in a second, ropes of cum would layer his laptop, as James continued to seduce his audience. He quickly rushed to get tissues to clean up his mess and turned off his laptop.

Ian felt an intense shame as realizing what he had done kicked in. People had called him repressed, but he had never had someone make him feel like that. The fact that James, of all people, made him feel like this was enough to make him sick.  These "urges" had to stop. Ian resolved to stick to his regimen even more, and as morning came, he woke up before the crack of dawn to work out, choosing to forget about James. As his workout drew to a close, he heard a ding from the front, and before he could even look up, one of the brothers would point at the door and nudge him. "Bro, look who came."

As James stepped in, the entire gym, including Ian, would glance at him. Unaware that all eyes were on him, James headed towards the treadmills. He noticed Ian near the dumbbells with a few other brothers, and so veered over towards them. "Oh hey!" James said warmly. He was met with a cold, "What do you want?" from Ian.

This reply stopped James in his tracks. Finally noticing all the eyes on him, James replied, "Tough crowd I guess," a nervous chuckle underpinning the comment. "Everybody knows you're not here to work out, go home," Ian said. "You don't kno-," James protested. It was Ian's turn to interrupt him, as he said, "Go home." The other brothers, now crowding around the door, began to glare at James. Middle finger pointed towards the crowd. Turning back, he would scream, "We fucking kissed, Ian, kissed!" As the brothers looked towards him, he immediately denied it.

James felt nothing but hurt. How he somehow got tangled up with this guy, who denied them ever doing anything, despite him literally going to James’ door. Racked with this betrayal, James immediately thought to go towards revenge but decided to be cordial. He refused to speak to Ian and avoided him whenever he could. The two had gone into an unofficial pact, ignoring each other's presence entirely.

Weeks would pass, with the two barely talking. As he entered the laundry room, a muffled "Help!" came from the dryer door. He would walk towards the door, and Ian would look around at the scene, clothes all over the floor, and James at the center of it. James said, “Could you help, I put too many clothes in and it kinda….exploded.” His head was firmly in the dryer, and it was clear he didn't know it was Ian in the room. After contemplating helping out, Ian decided for the better and would move clothes from around James, freeing him from his entangled position. Immediately noticing his savior, James would return to ignoring Ian.

His eye would catch on a dildo in the corner, hidden under some clothes. Ian walked over to it and pulled it out from its hiding place. Holding it up to James, he said, "What were you planning on doing with this?" James replied, "Isn't it obvious?" Their two gazes met, an intensity rising from between their eyes. Ian began to get hard, his cock slowly rising in his underwear. James, now catching on, said, "You seem to always get hard when I'm around you, you are into me." Ian responded, "You wish, just cause you allow anyone to have their way with you doesn't mean I will" "What?" James replied, incredulously.

"Every cock in the house has been in you at this point," Ian said. James retorted, "Blaming your attraction to me on the brothers, how interesting," Ian paused, then replied, "You're so easy, you let anyone take advantage of you." Abruptly, James grabbed Ian's bulge, and said, "Just ram your giant dick into me already, I know you've wanted to!" James' words struck a chord in Ian, and he went on autopilot, gripping James' waist, and ripping through his underwear, ramming his cock into James.

"You fucking wanted this, didn't you?" Ian said as his cock slid into James' hole, with James gasping in response. "By the way you're going, you wanted this too," James said, gripping the dryer. Pain and pleasure mixed and mingled, as their bodies became hotter and hotter. Brimming with desire, months of tension were released in what seemed like a moment. Hoisting James up on his cock, Ian would bring the two to his unlocked room and close it behind them. After a few more thrusts, Ian got James down, with James walking towards Ian's dresser, the two taking an informal break.

"I'm not gonna be your fucking secret," James said as he drank from a water bottle. “You're not, and I’m sorry my stupidity got in the way,” Ian replied.  “Good,” James said. Returning to the bed, James would sit on Ian’s lap, sliding his cock in as he descended. “Fuck,” Ian said, tilting his head back. Ian would grab James by the back, and turn him on the bed. “Kinky,” James said. Their bodies would reunite as if separated from each other for ages. Ian lifted James’ thighs and began pumping his hole full, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through James.

Load after load came, and Ian kept going. James’ face had gone bright red, as he felt close to blacking out. “He definitely has a lot of energy,” James thought to himself. Ian kept going, acting as a man possessed. After drowning James in cum, Ian would finally have nothing left, and would cum one final time, sending his body into James’, the two now embracing.

"I'm a mess and I still have to go get my clothes," James said. "Sorry," Ian replied. A smile came over James' face as he replied, "Oh no, I definitely preferred you fucking me over sorting clothes." Rising slightly, Ian said, "Do you want me to help with anything?" "Don't worry about it," James replied. He laid a light kiss on Ian's lips, and walked to the bathroom to clean up.

Morning came, and Ian ruffled James’ dark hair, as his eyes slowly opened. “Morning sleepyhead,” Ian said. James cheekily replied, “You better be lucky you're hot 'cause that was the cringiest thing you've ever said.” “Whatever,” Ian said sarcastically. With a moment of morning kisses and sweetness ending seemingly too soon, Ian separated, off to get ready. James, in bouts of wakefulness and rest, barely noticed the time pass as Ian got ready. Returning to the bed, Ian stood on his side, but even so, his massive body towered over James as he slept. Feeling his presence, James would wake up, and look at Ian with fluttering eyes.

Shuffling under the covers, he moved over to Ian. Admiring Ian's body, James pretended to inspect him. “Whoa there big guy,” James said, feeling all over Ian’s muscly body. In a mischievous tone, Ian would say, “My arms are still sore after our “workout” yesterday, mind helping out?” Taking the hint, James replied, “It would be my pleasure.” He felt down Ian's powerful arms, to which Ian tensed in response, his breath hitching as James massaged each muscle, radiating heat throughout Ian's body. Ian said, "That feels so good." “Then let me make it even better,” James would reply, teasing at the knot in Ian's towel. A tinge of pain could be seen in Ian's eyes as he weighed the options, but he would ultimately decide to get up, but stay close to the bed as he put on his clothes.

“Come back to bed, babe,” James said. “Oh, so I’m your babe after one day?” Ian said, putting on his boxers. Smirking, James replied, “What can I say, when I get good dick I gotta claim it.” “You definitely got it” Ian said. Even the banter between them had a playfulness to it, and the two reveled in it. There was another still moment of simple peace, but once again Ian would interrupt it, “Well, I have to head out,” Ian said, putting on his sweatpants. “Could you stay with me for just a little longer, I miss your body on mine already,” James responded. To this, Ian said, “If I didn't have my practice exam today, I would have stayed.” Pleading, James said, “Just one more kiss, or two.” Finally swayed, Ian would give in, “I guess I could stay for a few more minutes.”

[mal3vol3nt]

https://www.tumblr.com/longing-for-rain/755847912227028992/here-we-observe-the-aang-boymom-in-its-natural?source=share

Hi! I'm curious on your thoughts of this meta.

hi anon! so sorry for keeping you waiting with this response, i know it’s been months. unfortunately this probably isn’t gonna be the response you wanted to hear—me breaking down this zk brainrot rant and subverting their claims with canon content. please allow me to explain though (this is gonna be long sorry):

the reasons i’ve been slow to answer this ask and others that have sent me zk rants are:

since joining atla twitter (@arrsapphics if you’re cool) i’ve been exposed to a lot more zk coke-fueled rants and just do not have the energy to torture myself by willingly reading their shit

a lot of these zutara stans on tumblr are a lot more deranged and genuinely horrible people now that i’ve been exposed to the twitter zks. of course, zks are stupid and ship-obsessed on every platform and some of them (one in particular comes to mind—if you’re on twitter then you know) are genuinely just as bad, but i feel the ones on here have a special type of hatred considering they can tag their posts to ensure their hate stays within the echo chamber

CONTENT WARNING: RAP3

the second reason is the biggest part of why i will no longer entertain posts from longing-for-rain. i have recently found out via twitter that they write rape fanfiction of katara. being a chronically online shipper is one thing but to write fanfic of katara being raped so that zuko can save her is truly where i have to disengage. they have also posted rants of them analyzing katara’s body in the show, measuring the size of her breasts and hips to support the delusions in their head about this 14 year old girl. i truly cannot engage with this person’s rants as if they’re just regular shipping war bullshit. this person is a sick individual who not only projects onto a 14 year old brown indigenous character but also sexualizes and adultifies her

for these reasons, i refuse to read a rant posted by her and other big zk blogs on this app. people who take their obvious fetishes and racism and project them onto underaged asian and indigenous characters have gained too much attention from me on this blog. i can’t continue reading rants from these people and analyzing them because i know these people are not treating this show and its characters under an appropriate lens and arguing with their points will do absolutely nothing but enrage me, other people in the ka fandom, and fuel their delusions with our anger as “proof” their arguments hold any weight. on twitter, i’ll continue interacting with what comes up on my tl from my atla moots and if that includes shitting on a deranged zk then fine. but on tumblr i refuse to engage, especially since this app has a tagging system that i use religiously

and i would like to encourage anyone who reads this to also refuse to take this person’s rants seriously and look at them as nothing more than cope-hatred by a sick individual with sick fantasies and thoughts about these minor characters. of course, if you choose to still engage then i won’t stop you and will probably like and reblog your posts 😭

i will just no longer willingly click on links to their rants and subject myself to their bullshit. however, if you’d like for me to argue against zk claims then you are more than welcome to send me a summary of what they’ve said and i’ll do my best to organize a response! i absolutely do not want to discourage anyone from sending me asks because i truly do enjoy answering yalls questions and i love knowing that people like hearing what i have to say on these things lol. please, send me asks about anything and everything! just please understand that i won’t be clicking any links to their posts and blogs or be entertaining anything that comes from the three main delusional zk blogs 🙏

i hope this has made sense and again, i’m sorry anon for taking so long to answer this ask and for not giving the expected response 🫶

[watcheraurora]

Avian Scar? Avian Scar!

Aka a ficlet that wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it 837 words

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“Scar—oh, Scar—your wings!” Grian lamented, slipping into a landing on his scaled, bare feet as his Elytra disengaged. He regained his bearings and approached Scar, looking at the grey-and-white harpy eagle wings tucked to Scar’s back. “Scar—why aren’t you taking care of them?”

“I am!” Scar blustered.

The gills on Grian’s neck lifted and settled. “You’re not,” he said.

“Yes I am! I’m keeping them clean and I wash them off in the shower every night.”

“Scar, you’re not supposed to soap them unless they get covered in mud or blood or something. You’re supposed to rinse them and then oil them while you reorder the feathers.”

“Well isn’t someone just all hoity-toity!”

Grian leveled him with a sarcastic eyebrow. “Come on. I spent the better part of four seasons with wings—apart from that bit where I was a mushroom. I know how to care for them now. Sit down.” He pushed Scar over to a bench at the train station and prodded until Scar sat down. Then set down his Ender Chest and pulled out a bucket of water and a brush. “Lucky you, I got a new one for this season, not realizing I was going to be aquatic this time. Guess I got too used to the wings.”

“What’s that?”

“This is a preening brush. Birds preen their feathers with their beaks. Our fingers are the wrong shape and material, so we have to do it with brushes. Here.” Grian passed the brush over. Scar took it. And stared at it. Silently. For several looong seconds.

“Wh… what do I do with this?”

“Stick your wings out. Let me rinse the grit out from between the feathers first. Then I’ll show you.”

Scar extended his wings to either side of him. They weren’t as lustrous as they’d been Day One. Limp and dull in color. The feathers brittle. Shaggy. Falling apart. Grian was astounded he could still manage to fly at all.

Quickly but carefully, he rinsed Scar’s wings, reordering the twisted feathers where he could, pulling out ones that had fallen but got caught, and occasionally picking out the larger debris. He worked quickly and quietly. So used to tuning out one of Scar’s silence-filling rambles about something inane that it took him until the start of the second wing to realize Scar was silent.

“What? No Disney news for me today?” Grian ribbed playfully.

Scar’s eyes—vibrant green against the forest he’d built by hand—were tracking every single movement of Grian’s hands. “How… how are you doing that so fast?”

“Practice. Like I said. I had wings for like five years.” Grian shrugged.

“Do you miss them?”

“Yeah. But it’s fun to branch out every so often. Be something new. And I managed to learn how an Elytra works. It’s not the same as bird wing flight but it’s close enough.”

“Why do you think I got the wings?” Scar asked.

Another shrug. “Zookeeper? You love your animals so much your code decided to make you part. I started this world normal. Not even wings for the first time in a few seasons. And then I got so obsessed with fishing that my code slowly adjusted to make me aquatic. It’s one of those pieces of this universe that just… make no sense, I guess. But you’ll have to learn to take care of these.” Grian finished the second wing. “Now let me show you how to oil them on your own. See this spot right here?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s your oil gland. You spread the preening oil over your wings from there. Hold the brush like—” He took Scar’s wrist and the brush and adjusted how Scar held the handle of the brush. “There you go. Now drag it down in the direction the feathers grow. With the grain. Like brushing hair. That’s it.”

Grian guided Scar through, remarkably patient. Scar tried to learn. He really did. It wasn’t his fault that his memory was a leaky tap and dripped things away to the point where he forgot them. But he wanted to learn. So he tried.

“Hey, uh, G? Will you, uh, keep helping me? I’m not gonna get the hang of this for a long while.”

Grian’s smile was exasperated—but also touched. “Sure. I can do that. But promise me you’ll take care of them.”

“I will, I will! Just need someone to show me how. A lot.” Scar chuckled. Grian joined in. “I appreciate it, y’know. You helping me.”

“Yeah, well. You need all the help you can get,” Grian teased. He giggled and used a rocket to shoot into the air.

Scar’s wings beat and he ascended right behind. “Oh no you don’t! You get back here, mister!”

Grian’s high-pitched giggles and full-bodied cackles rang through the sky as Scar chased him around Cherry Mountain.

Down below, Gem rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Weirdos,” she said fondly. She grabbed her Impulse goat horn and gave it a blow.

“Hohmygod!”

Grian’s cackling got louder, joined by Scar’s laugh.

[alchemistc]

I’m so SAD. But the hardest part is everything is just boring now 😭.

I’m a multi shipper at heart, started watching 911 for buddie (I thought it was a cannon ship, turns out I’d gotten it confused with Tarlos). But was barely in fandom, and then when Bi buck happened I was so excited and spent that first week reading both types of fics loving the boost in content. But, I really really quickly realized I had to block a ton of negative Nancys and without really meaning too started following almost exclusively bucktommy blogs.

I’ve had to take a break from that content for a while to deal with the breakup - so I’ve temporarily unfollowed a lot of blogs while the initial shock and anger is going on. I know that eventually I’ll be able to enjoy it again, although this may be a show I stop watching I don’t plan on abandoning the fandom for now.

So now my dash is so blank, and I got rid of all my other social media after Tuesday. I literally have nothing to fill my time right now!!!! It’s so damn boring. I need another hyper-fixation quick before my mental health nose dives.

Hi!

I'm giving you a warm hug. We had the rug pulled out from under us and I'm positive I am getting the least of the bvddie heat out most of the people I follow.

It's sad. It sucks.

It was astronomically bad writing and did not fit with the entire rest of the arc they gave us in canon.

I'm sorry you're feeling like this. I will tell you that last night I finally started listening to Fourth Wing while I prepped food for my weekend getaway, because at least I know it's gonna emotionally destroy me. After that I read some comfort fic from another fandom from my bookmarks, pet my dogs, drank some water, and went to bed.

We all get emotionally invested in things that don't have an end date when we start. It's just a facet of humanity that is so hopeful and beautiful and often bites us in the ass. Don't feel badly for feeling upset today, tomorrow, or in the future, when you thought you'd moved past it but something pings a memory - but grieve it, remember it for the joy it brought you, and try to move past it.

Some people will probably stick around. Inevitably some people will decide it is best for them to fully disengage. I'll be here, somewhere in the middle. So what's best for you. Take comfort in knowing that however long we were in this we were here together.

Drink some water, watch a comfort movie, find a book or show or movie that catches your attention. Cry about it if you need to.

Curate your community in a way that makes sense for you.

I've genuinely enjoyed getting to talk to and create for and cheer for the fic and art bucktommys created. I have discovered old friends and new ones because of it. I'm excited to see where they go next.

But right now it really sucks and it's okay to sit in that for a bit. I hope you can find the right balance and that the boring shifts into something that sparks joy for you.

♥️

[maybeiwasjustjade]

My first hate message wow. I feel so welcomed now 🥺.

But real talk. If you’re gonna be sending messages like this, at least have the courtesy to come off anon.

I mean, I already know exactly who it is because I’ve already deleted their response from the original post. So dear anon, I hadn’t blocked you then because it seemed you were just a bit lost and decided to reply to a blog that has repeatedly showed its anti IC and Feyre critical stance.

The Feyre/Clare Beddor post was specifically written to show the main difference in what happened to both characters: consent. It was never about Feyre not being traumatized, nor her sister more so. But Feyre made the decision to go UtM, and Clare Beddor didn’t. And last I checked, being manipulated using guilt + Feyre almost asking her mate to mind-control Nesta and Elain into agreeing was not consent.

But do show up again so I can unceremoniously block you. I have no interest in engaging with people who refuse to disengage with opinions they disagree with, nor do I wish to punish myself by trying to reason with stans so obsessed with their fictional characters that they start insulting real people. The moment I deleted your comment and replaced with a warning should’ve been enough for you to know you were unwanted.

I have a life; please get one. The block button is right there.

I’m going to assume you’re hanging around waiting to see if I respond to your message, so I’ll even do you a favor and tag every single anti tag so you know which to avoid so you can enjoy your little feyre vacuum.

[grailfinders]

Grailfinders #345: Kriemhild

today on grailfinders, we’re getting close to the end of our traum(a), but before that, we need to get revenge! on what, you ask? doesn’t matter, I’m sure we’ll think of something in the planning phase. to help out, we’re gonna be making a build of Kriemhild, Siegfried’s wife and avenger. (a “kriembuild”, if you will)

Kriemhild is a Mastermind (mistressmind?) Rogue to be a cunning little cutthroat, as well as a Hexblade Warlock to steal her husband’s gold and sword and start lopping heads. whether the gold or sword is the hexblade in this situation doesn’t matter that much, either way it’s a magical lump of metal giving you power.

...are nuclear power plants hexblades? I’m getting off topic.

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet here!

next up: waka waka waka waka

Ancestry and Background

once again, Kriemhild is Human, and with the variant rules that gives you +1 Intelligence & Charisma, as well as proficiency in Arcana (or maybe Nature? idk what skill would help you figure out your husband’s weak points), and the Lucky feat to forcibly re-roll a d20 that directly involves you up to three times a day. Kriemhild’s a schemer, and just like I said in the wodime build, sometimes you get to actually plan, some times you just have to pretend you meant for stuff to happen after the fact.

you’re a Noble of course, but we’re mixing it up and giving you proficiency in History and Intimidation. I hope I don’t need to explain that Kriemhild is scary. don’t cut her in line, trust me

Ability Scores

on that note, it’s no surprise Kriemhild’s Charisma is as high as it is- she’s scary, sure, but she’s also plenty devious and tricksy too. after that is her Dexterity. she wears like, zero armor for most of her ascensions, so good luck not getting hit. third is Intelligence for better scheming, and we’ll at least keep your Constitution positive so you can survive the occasional hit. just don’t go pissing off any gentleman inspectors. this does mean your Strength is a bit low, but it turns out that’s optional for wielding a greatsword, who knew? just drag it around til you need to murder people. of course, this all means we’re dumping your Wisdom score. berserkers, am I right?

Class Levels

1. Rogue 1: starting as a rogue gives you a lot of proficiencies, like Insight, Deception, Persuasion, and Sleight of Hand. you plan around people, and I don’t even know what proof “that Siegfried, and not Gunther, has taken Brunhild's virginity” (to quote wikipedia) would even look like, but you probably forged that. also, Dexterity and Intelligence saves, which is nice. you like fire, it would never hurt you.

if that’s not enough proficiency, you also get Expertise in two skills, doubling your bonus for Deception and Intimidation! you can also add a Sneak Attack to your damage while wielding a finesse or ranged weapon, though you also need either an ally standing next to your target or advantage to hit. it’s a bit situational, but an extra d6 is an extra d6.

also, you know Thieves’ Cant! it’s a language!

2. Rogue 2: second level rogues can make Cunning Actions- or, cunning bonus actions, anyway. you can dash, disengage, or hide as a bonus action, leaving your usual action open for anything you want, like murder! or planning murder!

3. Rogue 3: third level Mastermind rogues get a lot of stuff, including the full-class feature Steady Aim. if you don’t move before or after attacking on your turn, you can spend your bonus action for free advantage! just drag that big ol’ sword around and everything will work out eventually

but all that’s for later. for now, you’re a mastermind, which means you’re a Master of Intrigue- you’re proficient with even more stuff- the disguise kit, the forgery kit, one gaming set, and an extra two languages! you can also copy accents you’ve heard before.

also your sneak attack grows to 2d6. I’m probably going to forget to mention this every time, so just know you add another die every odd level.

if you’re eager to get to fightin’ you’re also a Master of Tactics, letting you use the Help action as a bonus action and at range! so I guess you’re not fighting with this, but every bit helps.

4. Rogue 4: use your first ASI to bump up your Dexterity. this’ll help you not get hit, and also use something small like a dagger. don’t worry, the sword is coming I promise. presumably your husband’s still alive at level 4.

5. Rogue 5: fifth level rogues get an Uncanny Dodge- if you get hit by an attack, you can react to turn a direct hit into a graze, only taking half the damage in the process. don’t die, basically.

6. Rogue 6: at sixth level you get a second round of Expertise, doubling down on Sleight of Hand and Arcana. forge gooder and remember how your husband can be killed. I’m sure that will never bite you in the ass.

7. Rogue 7: seventh level rogues get Evasion, so now your failed dexterity saves protect you as if they were successes, and your successes negate all damage!

8. Rogue 8: use your next ASI to bump up your Dexterity once again. not dying is a great strategy, keep it up.

9. Rogue 9: ninth level masterminds are Insightful Manipulators- if you spend a minute with someone out of combat, you can learn how their soft stats (intelligence, wisdom, charisma) or levels compare to yours, or you can even learn bits of their backstory or personality!

10. Rogue 10: tenth level rogues get another ASI, so start working on your Charisma. scheme better, and uhhh, this’ll help later too. that’s for later though.

11. Rogue 11: eleventh level rogues are a Reliable Talent, so now every time you roll a skill check you’re proficient in your roll will always be count as at least a 10. that means every deception check you have to make will always count as at least a 22 in total.

12. Rogue 12: did I say 22? let’s make it 23 by bumping your Charisma up to maximum with this ASI.

13. Rogue 13: thirteenth level masterminds can put a taunt on another party member with Misdirection- if you would take an attack while another creature is standing next to you, you can react to force said creature to take the hit instead. every good plan needs a scapegoat.

14. Rogue 14: at level 14 your Blindsense lets you detect invisible creatures within 10’ of you. I guess you could consider this the dragon sword helping out? it’s a little early, but at least it’s harder to get the drop on you now.

15. Rogue 15: with our last level of rogue, your Slippery Mind gives you proficiency with Wisdom saves. I wish it wasn’t so, but we don’t need any more warlock spells, and your levels have to go somewhere. what a shame.

on the plus side, your husband’s dead now.

16. Warlock 1: so, sorry about your husband, but on the plus side you inherited his Hexblade, so you get some Pact Magic out the gate! you only get a handful of spell slots, but whenever you cast something using your Charisma you can recharge the slot on a short rest!

speaking of spells, Eldritch Blast is a generic ranged option, Sword Burst lets you spin around and hit everyone, Wrathful Smite lets you add a little damage to your attack and frighten creatures who get hit by it (surprisingly effective against dragons btw), and Distort Value will make people care a lot more about some worthless rocks than they really should. yeah I’m giving you the rheingold too, it’s in your bond CE so it counts.

you’re also a Hex Warrior, so you can use your charisma instead of strength or dexterity to attack with a weapon chosen after each long rest. this doesn’t work with Siegfried’s sword yet, but we’ll get there.

for the time being, at least you can use Hexblade’s Curse on your next target, giving you bonus damage, an improved critical hit rate, and you regain health upon your target’s death, all for up to a minute, once per short rest.

17. Warlock 2: second level warlocks get two Eldritch Invocations, though we’re really only using one this level- the other is getting swapped out in a level anyway. Armor of Shadows gives you free mage armor on yourself for what is basically a permanent +3 bonus to AC while unarmored. ironically, your third ascension actually has armor, so this spell’s a bit late.

you also learn the spell Illusory Script, letting you write one thing but have it look like something else. I don’t think should really be part of Kriemhild’s kit, but it certainly fits the theme, doesn’t it?

18. Warlock 3: now that you’ve entered into the Pact of the Blade with an Improved Pact Weapon, you can summon just about any weapon you wish as an action and use charisma to wield it expertly. that being said, you can also turn a magical weapon like Balmung into your pact weapon.

of course, no matter what ability you use to swing it, a great sword will never be able to use your sneak attack, which is why you can also summon a Shadow Blade now. it’s a light weapon that deals psychic damage when it connects, but more importantly it has the finesse property. you can also summon it to your hand as a bonus action, and it lasts for up to 1 minute.

19. Warlock 4: now that your AC is decent enough and your Charisma is maxed out, use your last ASI to improve your Constitution for more health. you can also cast True Strike now, which is steady aim but worse, or use Crown of Madness to sow the seeds of war. if your target fails their wisdom save, you can force it to attack a creature of your choice, causing chaos and wasting its action. you also have to waste your action to keep the spell going, but rogues have tons of stuff they can do as a bonus action, so it kind of evens out.

20. Warlock 5: for our last spell, you can invoke the rheingold to Incite Greed, charming nearby creatures into congregating around you for up to a minute. they also have to repeatedly fail wisdom saves, but I’m sure it’s fine.

if that doesn’t work, you can always take the direct approach and use Eldritch Smite, burning a spell slot to add 4d8 force damage to your hit and forcing a save or knocking the target prone. this is actually a really nice way to knock a dragon out of the sky if you’re okay bending the rules to grab a bow, so I think our anti-dragon damage condition has been met by this point.

Pros & Cons

Pros:

with easy access to advantage and improved critical chances from your hexblade’s curse, Kriemhild is really good at dishing out critical hits, and thanks to sneak attack and smites, you can really capitalize on those to deal a ton of damage quickly.

you’re also great at sowing discontent in enemy forces, falsifying written orders and forcing them to attack each other with spells and misdirection.

on top of that, you make for a great party face thanks to your maxed out charisma, complete lack of critical failure on charisma checks, and expertise. you’re great at weaseling your way into a situation, then hacking your way back out.

Cons:

balmung is a greatsword, or at the very least a longsword. regardless, that fact seriously neuters the cohesion of this build. smites are nice, but you were already dealing way more damage with a regular dagger by this point. plus, being a sword prevents you from using ranged attacks, which are way more helpful when taking down dragons. basically if you play this build too close to character, it messes with the build mechanics and its flavor.

like mentioned above, your warlock stuff is cool, but it’s already outclassed by your rogue features by the time you get it at the end of the build. it’s a shame siegfried dies near the end of the nibelungenlied, because his sword would be way more useful early on.

every feature you have outside of your sneak attack is pretty situational, since a ton of it relies on fighting things that actually think. in fate and in history, this isn’t too much of an issue, but dnd has armies of undead, constructs, and wild animals that’ll shut down your provocations before they ever get started.

...ignore the fact that we've been infinitely more productive the two days ff14's been offline, that's a coincidence, I swear.

[callsign-rogueone]

Hey sweetie! (Me again lol 😵‍💫)

This was supposed to be one thing but the graphic audio made it two 🤦

Brennan and his children, I know I've asked before, but I need to know what he'd be like. And considering that you portray the characters so realistically... Please enlighten me, at least a little.....

There is this one line in IF that for some reason holds me my heart (a second just popped in my mind too 🤦 sometimes I had my mind) but it's a line from violet to andarna. Marbh was watching over Brennan while he was mending the ward stone 🥺 I need more of them. Marbh probably became more protective after the rebellion. But marhb staying on top of the chamber to look over Brennan 🥺

Do you remember that line from Brennan before the battle "disengage your limbs or whatever you're doing" ? If you wanna I'm sending that from the graphic audio you need to hear it, it gives peak "brother who accepts the relationship but is not happy with the thought of someone touching his youngest sister.

I think I overstayed my welcome. But alas. Here you have it. Brennan, bren, mender, the sweetest man alive 😵‍💫🥺

Love you 💐

Aura 🧡

hihi!! I still need to listen to the graphic audio but I’m scared lol

yes!! we need to talk about dad!Bren. he’s gonna be so sweet with his two little boys that look exactly like him 🥹 I’ll probably make a full post about him and some of the other guys as dads, but some initial thoughts:

he’s 100% always helping his partner take care of the babies. we stan an active father!! even if he’s tired from Lieutenant Colonel stuff, he’s always making sure that they have what they need and he’ll get up in the middle of the night to feed them / get them back to sleep etc etc

his mending! he’s immediately fixing any kind of injury. blocking the babies pain when they’re teething, and later when they’re running around, fixing any skinned knees etc. I think I talked about this before but he’d also be the go-to person for all of Aretia’s kids who need their favorite toys and stuffies fixed.

they’d 100% have little stuffies that look like daddy’s dragon 🥺 they’d love Marbh. and of course Marbh would protect Bren’s partner and their babies from anything and anyone. 🧡

Bren would also really value their education when they get a bit older. he’s always reading with them, teaching them another language like his dad taught him…

and of course when they’re more grown up, the age to enlist at Basgiath, he won’t pressure them to do that at all. if they want to be riders, scribes, healers, infantry, or take another path in kife, that’s fine with him. he just wants them to be happy. 🧡

and Marbh is definitely extra protective of his boy after the whole death and resurrection thing.

it must have been painful and emotional for marbh to feel Brennan fade away and then come back suddenly… and Marbh probably feels guilty for not being able to protect him then, too.

in my mind it wasn’t an instant recovery. like Naolin stabilized him and stopped him from dying but he still had to heal and rest for a while. Marbh would be worried about Bren and when he finally saw him again face to face he’d be so happy (even if he didn’t show it — I know they describe him as being kinda aloof lol)

I think he’d be a little glad when Bren went into hiding / wasn’t really in combat anymore. like, “good, he’ll be safe in the fortress. no arrows in there.”

and of course him watching Bren and the kids in the final battle 🧡 he couldn’t be there for Bren the last time, and look what happened then… so he’s being here now. and Marbh has grumpy dad energy to me (not as bad as Tairn’s, but close) so he’s making sure to protect the young cadets too.

that’s all I’ve got for now. more to come in a real post later perhaps, but I wanted to answer this and feed the Brennan girlies at least once this week 🥺🧡

love ya!!

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Clan of Three - Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen: The Rescue

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 9.3K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, blood, semi-angst, PTSD, some wholesome moments, sad moments, Fatherly Din

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Din wasn’t sure what he felt about Slave I they had found Dr. Pershing’s ship and were currently pursuing it when he felt this feeling that something is either going to go horribly wrong or something already has. It was like a gut feeling but he had to push it aside his priority was the two kids of Moff Gideon’s ship. The ship had just been disabled by an ion cannon and he could hear their panicked voices through the close-range communication, “They hit us with an ion cannon. Avionics are down. Comms are down!”

“Lower your shields, disengage all transponders, prepare for boarding,” Fett says as the ship docks the shuttle. Din leads first followed by a shock trooper as he enters the cockpit taking in the two pilots and the person he was after, “Before you make a mistake, this is Dr. Pershing.” One of the pilots says and Din nods,

“We’ve met. Are the kids alive?” Din looks over at the doctor whose face grows still.

“Yes, the child’s on the crew–” He starts but the second pilot grabs Pershing holding a blaster to his head. The door behind Din opens and Cara steps in with her blaster also raised. “Stay back, Dropper.”

“Easy, pal. Okay? I’m not with him. We can work something out.” The other pilot says holding his hands up easily surrendering. A bullet hits the pilot and he drops dead as they aim their blaster at the one holding Pershing hostage, “Drop your weapon.” Cara warns.

“No. No, you listen to me. This is a top-tier target of the New Republic. This is a clone engineer. And if they find out that he’s dead because of you, you’re gonna wish you never left Alderaan,” He says and Din sees Cara freeze slightly at the comment, “I saw the tear. You wanna know what else I saw? I saw your planet destroyed. I was on the Death Star.”

“Which one?” Cara grits and the pilot gives a fake laugh, “You think you’re funny? Do you know how many millions were killed on those bases?” He says pushing a very thin line and Din could feel the anger coming off Cara from the insults of her home planet.

“Drop your blaster.” She says her finger resting on the trigger, “As the galaxy cheered?”

“Last chance.” Cara warns her patience is stretched thin but the pilot just kept pushing, “Destroying your planet was a small price to pay to rid the galaxy of terrorism.” A bolt hits the co-pilot in the face narrowly missing Pershing, who screams in pain clutching his ear from the part of it singed off. Din turns watching Cara walk out heading back to the ship and Din grabs the doctor forcing him to the ship.

Arriving on the planet Lafete Din followed by Boba Fett enters a diner a hush instantly falls in the room with the appearance of two Mandalorians. Ignoring them Din heads to the corner where two Mandalorians in blue armor sit, “I need your help.” He asks and Bo-Katan turns to look at the man.

“Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters. Some of us serve a higher purpose.” She comments taking a swig of her drink, “They took the kids.” Din says and Bo-Katan pauses slightly now fully looking at him.

“Who?” “Moff Gideon.” Din says and Bo-Katan turns away hearing the name disdain in her voice, “You’ll never find him.”

“We don’t need these two. Let’s get outta here.” Fett says to Din and Bo-Katan looks over at the man wearing Mandalorian armor, “You are not a Mandalorian.” Bo-Katan comments and Fett shakes his head, “Never said I was.”

Reeves scoffs taking her shot of spotchka “I didn’t know sidekicks were allowed to talk.”

“Well, if that isn’t the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy. Easy there, little one.” Fett comments and the girl stands getting nose to nose with the bounty hunter, “You’ll be talking through the window of a bacta tank.” She hisses and Bo-Katan raises her hand.

“All right, easy. Save it for the Imps.”

“We have his coordinates.” Din says and Bo-Katan has surprise written on her face, “You can bring me to Moff Gideon?” she asks and Din nods,

“The Moff has a light cruiser. It could be helpful in your effort to regain Mandalore.” He brings up and Fett scoffs, “You gotta be kidding me. Mandalore? The Empire turned that planet to glass.”

“You are a disgrace to your armor.” Bo-Katan says her voice laced with venom, “This armor belonged to my father.” Fett retorts and the woman snarls, “Don’t you mean your donor?”

“Careful, princess.” Fett warns the former princess, “You are a clone. I’ve heard your voice thousands of times.”

“Mine might be the last one you hear.” Fett threatens and Reeves strikes with fists and kicks the two brawl out in the bar, Fett getting thrown onto a table and breaking it as he responds with flamethrowers before pulling out their blasters but the other female Mandalorian finally steps in, “Enough! Both of you! If we had shown half that spine to the Empire we would’ve never lost our planet. We will help you. In exchange, we will keep that ship to retake Mandalore. If you should manage to finish your quest, I would have you reconsider joining our efforts. Mandalorians have been in exile from our home world for far too long.” She says to the two before looking over at Din

“Fair enough.” He agrees, “One more thing,” Bo-Katan adds, “Gideon has a weapon that once belonged to me. It is an ancient weapon that can cut through anything.”

“Almost anything.” Reeves adds and Bo-Katan nods, “It cannot cut through pure beskar. I will kill the Moff and retake what is rightfully mine. With the Darksaber restored to me, Mandalore will finally be within reach.”

“Help me rescue the kids and you can have whatever you want. They are my only priority.” Din says as he gains the final two allies he needed as they return to Fett’s ship.

“This is Moff Gideon’s Imperial light cruiser. In the old days, it would carry a crew of several hundred. Now it operates with a tiny fraction of that.” On Slave I Bo-Katan briefs them all with the hologram of Gideon’s ship, “Your assessment is misleading.” Dr. Pershing speaks up seated with restraints.

“Oh, great. An objective opinion.” Cara says rolling her eyes, “This isn’t subterfuge. I assure you.” He says and Bo-Katan holds her hand up to Cara, “Let him speak.”

“There’s a garrison of dark troopers on board. They are the ones who abducted the Child and the girl.” Pershing explains and Din nods having seen these Dark Troopers with his own eyes on Tython. “How many troopers do they have armed in those suits?” He asks

“These are third-generation designs. They are no longer suits. The human inside was the final weakness to be solved. They’re droids.” Pershing explains that these troopers sound like a threat to their plan, “Where are they bivouacked?” Fennec asks and Pershing looks over at the map and then at Bo-Katan silently asking for permission which she grants before he points at a second of the map as it grows larger.

“They’re held in cold storage in this cargo bay. They draw too much power to be kept at ready.” He says, “How long to power up?”

“A few minutes, perhaps.” He says and Din is staring at the map

“Where are the kids being held?”

Din notices the slight hesitation in Pershing before he pointed at another section of the map, “This is the brig. He’s being held here under armed guard.” Pershing says and everyone seems to notice how he only addressed one.

“Where is the girl being held?” Din says and sees the fear in Pershing’s eyes and hidden behind the beskar helmet his expression was grim. “Where. Is. She.”

“Moff...Moff Gideon disposed of the girl,” His words were like knives that impaled Din and the room went deathly silent as Pershing tried to find a less harsh way of describing it, “Gideon saw her as a threat.”

“A threat!? She’s a child!” Cara hisses at the doctor her own anger and sadness thick in her tone. Din couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe, this wasn’t real. He would close his eyes and be back on the Razor Crest, you and the child would be with him and everything would be alright. He would take you to a planet where you all could be safe..you were safe. You weren’t de- He felt bile fill his throat but he forced it down.

“She was a threat to the revival of Mandalore,” The comment brings attention to the Mandalorians in the room, “What revival of Mandalore?” Bo-Katan says hearing this news of her homeworld and Pershing feeling the danger of not speaking more and being forced to keep going.

“Gideon planned to retake Mandalore and rebuild the empire from there…with the girl, he initially gave the option of her taking the Mandalorian throne beside him,” He pauses the thought itself even disgusted him, “To take the throne beside him and produce Mandalorian heirs..” Din felt sick no he didn’t want to picture any of this. You were a child you were only seventeen, you haven’t lived and to hear you would be forced to create children by Gideon...He was going to rip Gideon apart.

“But the girl is from Tatooine how could she…” Cara comments stopping from saying that part, “Do that.”

“She is born on Tatooine her mother is from the planet but her father…” Pershing starts and his gaze briefly meets Din before moving to Bo-Katan, “Is of Mandalore..her father's parents being...Obi-Wan Kenobi and Duchess Satine Kryze.”

Bo-Katan’s head instantly snaps up hearing the names before it all clicked, “No..” She shakes her head stepping back slightly, “They said neither of them survived. No, they didn’t survive. I-” The fear crossed her face before there was no way of denying the truth. How did she not see it..her nephew’s daughter..how did she not see the features of her nephew or her own sister in the girl. Bo-Katan covers her mouth the truth that her entire family was truly gone was too sickening.

“What did he do to her,” Bo-Katan whispers the horror in her eyes as Pershing guilty has to continue, “She rejected his proposal and he..he killed her.”

“Where is she,” Din speaks up having been deadly silent and the energy coming off him was only rage. Anything could set him and he was going to kill everyone on the cruiser…and when he got to Gideon. He was going to put him threw more pain than he’ll ever experience. Din wouldn’t grant him the mercy of a quick death but something that will last years. He would push aside his own survival to make sure he feels this pain to remember what he did to you.

Pershing looks at the Mandalorian in fear, “Gideon put her in the brig.” He says and Din looks forward.

“We split into two parties.” Bo-Katan says quickly swiping the tears brimming her lashes as she quickly clears her throat, “I go alone.” Din says his word final and everyone looks at the grieving man and doesn’t argue.

“Okay. Phase one, Lambda shuttle issues a distress call. Two, we emergency land at the mouth of the fighter launch tube, cutting off any potential interceptors. Koska, Fennec, Dune, and myself disembark with maximum initiative. Once we’ve neutralized the launch bay, we make our way through these tandem decks in a penetration maneuver...” Bo-Katan’s voice drowns out as Din is pulled into his head. His hands were in tight fists his armor felt like a deadweight on him he couldn’t think it was just acting now. What was he going to do when he finds you…how is he to tell the child..he would have to tell Cobb. He wasn’t even sure how he was keeping it together, he was split between killing anyone in his path or screaming and crying his heart out. He was never more thankful for the beskar for hiding the tears that silently slid down his face as their meeting for this final fight ended and they moved to the shuttle to go to Gideon’s cruiser. He was going to avenge you and you would be given a true Mandalorian burial…maker he was going to do everything right for you. He was going to save the child he would promise you that he won’t fail twice.

You open your eyes finding yourself in your old home in Mos Eisley… it was the night you lost your parents everything looked exactly the same. “Mama? Papa?” You call out as you see a shadow blur past you entering your parents' room. Walking towards the door you pause before pushing it open about to step in.

“Y/n? What are you doing up?” Your mother’s voice makes you turn around and you see her standing in the middle of your living room with a confused look on her face. She didn’t look different at all shock was written on your face. “Mama..?” You whisper your voice gets choked up as your eyes begin to burn. You step closer looking at her with wonder as she smiles cupping your face a gasp pulled from your chest feeling her warm touch. Her smile is comforting as she frowns slightly wiping a tear you didn’t know was there, “Why the tears sweetie?” She says and you were certain she was real..this was real.

“I-” The doors cuts you off as a tired-looking man walks in, “Now where’s my little womp rat!” Your father’s voice produces more tears as he drops his bag spotting you scooping you up in the air just like when you were a child hugging you, “I’ve missed you, my daughter.”

“Papa…” You whisper your hands instantly digging into the back of his shirt holding him close, your face pressed into his shoulder breathing in the scent of your father. His touch, his voice, his warmth, everything..this was real. You pull back seeing the wide smile on his face and you can’t help the broken cry to come from your mouth.

“What’s wrong darling?” Your father asks and your mother joins his arm wrapping around her side and you have to take a step back looking at the two of them.

“I…I just never thought I’d see you again.” You whimper trying to hold in the broken cry, that little girl praying maybe it was a cruel joke and you would see your parents again. The hope that girl held onto all these years was that she would have her mother’s comforting words again and her father’s strong hugs back in her life. She thought that girl had died along with her parents but they were in front of her.

“You must have missed me a lot when I’m gone from work.” He says with a laugh and you chuckle with tears in your eyes from his joke. You still couldn’t believe your eyes. You must have died and gone to heaven for this to be real.

“This is the non-diplomatic option,”

A searing pain fills your body and you feel your insides rip apart. You cry out hitting the ground as your parents rush to help you. Your hands hold your stomach as they help you to your feet, pulling your hands back seeing red coating your hands and stomach. Your gaze snaps up and your parents are gone the lights in your home out leaving you in eerie darkness. “Mama?! Papa!?” You shout looking around and your stomach churns seeing your father’s deceased body on the ground the sandstone soaked with his blood. You gasp turning away from the view only making yourself see a part of your mother’s body through the doorway to their bedroom. You hit the door pushing hard against it to let you out and it slides open as you fall out. The sand digs into your palms as you try to catch your breath focusing on calming the panic in your heart.

“Y/n?” Cobb’s voice calls out and you look up as he stands over you looking over you with a concerned look on his face. “What are you doing out?” He takes your hands helping you up and he doesn’t even notice the blood that covers your hands that doesn’t transfer to his.

“Cobb…I..was just..what am I doing..” You try to explain but grow even more confused looking around not in Mos Eisley but Mos Pelgo the second home you had with the Marshal looking after you.

“I think you had a long night of training and you need some sleep,” Cobb says trying to lead you toward your guys' home. Training..going across the dunes…the jedi texts…your lightsaber..the Krayt Drag-no that didn’t happen.

“Ni vor entye gota'la par ner ad's oyay” “Ni'm Ni ceta Din.”

Arms hold you close as comforting words are whispered to you a language spoken lightly to you. There was a man he had…you never saw his face..why?

“Din…” You whisper out and Cobb gives you a look as he tries bringing you inside but you pull away.

“Din? Not sure where you got that name from come on I’m taking you off helping the elders tomorrow you need rest.” His hand reaches out but you recoil back. Why had you thought of this man…who was he. Cold flashes of metal, a ship of the old republic, the giggles of a child.

“No..this..why am I-” You shake your head moving further away from Cobb concern on his face, “Come on kid, this isn’t funny whatever joke you’re pulling.”

“Put her in the brig and let her die a jedi,”

You gasp in pain as it grows stronger your knees hit the ground hard now metal not the sands of Tatooine. Your hand presses hard against your stomach cringing in pain a metallic taste fills your mouth as you spit on the ground seeing red. Struggling to stand and looking around find yourself on a ship the hallways are long, and the coldness surrounded you as you move through them feeling yourself grow weak. Your hand is still held against your stomach as your other grabs the wall to stabilize yourself as a gasp of air tries to fill your burning lungs.

“Kid..” A voice calls out and your head snaps up at the end of the hall stands a man covered in armor. He seemed familiar but you couldn’t remember where as you stand on opposite ends, “olaror yaim,” He calls out the language smooth on his tongue his hand raised held out for you to take. Then it was flashes of memories watching them as they played out in front of you.

“You need to get patched up or it’s going to get infected.” You look over your shoulder glaring at him. “I don’t need your help.” His hands are rough as he cleans the cut on your temple on Arvala-7 the first real interaction between you two.

“Come on we have to go!” He jumps off the speeder grabs the child and you jump over the side almost falling to the ground if he didn’t grab you. You shake your head trying to keep the pain in. “I can’t...my foot.” You say your voice trembling and he looks around before handing you the child again and scooping you up being held in his arms as blaster fire soars over you as bounty hunters and Mandalorians fight for your escape.

The bolt hits the pan dead center it knocking over. Your hands drop down holding the weapon to your side. “You did well.” Mando says and you look up at him before nodding slightly returning the weapon to him, “Keep that up and you’ll be a sharpshooter.” You can’t ignore the warmth that fills your chest hearing the compliment and noticing the pride that was in his voice. The confident feeling didn’t leave you just hearing the pride in his voice something you could never get rid of the feeling.

“I’m assuming you knew I was coming.” You say and he looks down at you the damn helmet hiding his emotions. “No, not really, just a shot in the dark.” He says taking the rifle and slinging it across his back but not taking the blaster, “Keep it…it will keep you safe.” He says pushing the blaster back into your hands and you look down at the item gifted to you, just like the knife.

“Down!” He yells and you drop down as his flamethrower burns two droids as they melt together. You stand up your blaster firing at the droid he was once fighting in the head, while he shoots at the droid you cut the foot off. The six droids lay dead around you, oil and parts surround the two of you. The cheers from the prisoners witnessing the fight. “You good kid?” He looks at you silently checking you for injuries and you nod. “I’m fine Mando.”

“No what are you doing?! Cara let go of me. Mando get up! We have to go!” Cara begins pulling you towards the sewer vent, struggling slightly pulling you with one hand and the other holding her blaster. “Mando stop her! Please don’t leave me! Din! Get up, please! I don’t wanna go! Cara let go of me! Din! Din Please!” Your voice screams out your hand trying to reach out to him as his hand drifts off you falling to his side.

Your body collides into Mando’s your arms wrapping around his waist tightly and his free hand rest on the back of your head keeping you close to him as he whispers words that you can’t understand. The beskar cold on your skin as tears fall down your face. You pull back looking up at him grateful to see his metal helmet, his rough gloves wipe away the tears on your face. “I thought you were gone.”

“I know I shouldn’t have done that but there was no time to explai-” You’re cut out and pulled into his chest as he holds your head close to his chest not caring the saliva was getting on him. This surprises you and Cobb as well who feels like he’s intruding on a moment. “Ni vor entye gota'la par ner ad's oyay” Din mumbles so quickly that you could barely pick up any of the words he rushed in Mando’a. Din holds one hand on your upper back the other clutched within your hair though it doesn’t hurt you. You felt safe in his embrace.

You curl up against his side the child cooing in your arms as you try to steal as much heat of the Mandalorian, his arm around your back holds you tight against him, “Get some sleep kid,” He says looking down at his two children making sure they were alright before worrying about himself. The cold was harsh but the heat you had gotten by being cuddled with two others made going to sleep pretty easy.

But it wasn’t coldness from the air but his words as your heart breaks, “Din I only just learned your name! You probably weren’t ever going to tell me anyways. No matter how much you try to teach me about the Mandalorians I won’t be one. I’m not your daughter and you are not my father!” You spit and the atmosphere is quickly cold and you step back realizing the words that came out of your mouth. “You're right…You're not my daughter and I sure as hell ain't your father. When we meet the Jedi we will be going our separate ways.” Din declares and you can’t ignore the malice in his words. You knew you hurt him with what you said but just hearing him say those same words back to you felt like a dagger in your chest. You nod sharply looking away from him trying to keep the quickly forming tears. You don’t deserve to cry...you caused this. You just ruin everything and push people away. What you feared so deeply...being alone had smacked you in the face so face  

The pain in your heart turned physical as you gasp for air as he holds you down, “You’re going to be alright..you hear me…you’re not leaving me.” He promises you his hand squeezes tightly on you before he pulls away slightly and you see him rip something off himself and you feel rough skin against your hand and on your face. Your eyes though weak and hazy widen feeling the skin touching yours, the contact of his against yours. You knew the importance of his creed the reason his skin, his face is hidden behind beskar and he just broke a part of it…for you. He squeezes your hand again his other swipes the tears from your cheek the pads of his fingers warm, “You’re going to be alright.”

“I don’t wanna die…please...please I wanna stop…dad.”

You freeze watching yourself cry out to him..you weren’t sure what you feared more. Knowing that you would never have the chance of having a normal family, never see your mother’s smiles or feel the embrace of your father, or have that little girl get part of her dream back. To have someone love her, protect her, make her smile, make her cry, to have that figure back in her life. You couldn’t stop it you said it and it scared you. He had fit the characteristics from the moment you met him.

“Dad..” You call out to Din your weak limp as you try to grow closer to him but it seemed like the hallway stretches farther your limp turned into a weak run. “Dad…Dad! Dad!” Something trips you and you hit the ground gasping for air the pain in your stomach only grows stronger as you push yourself to your knees but you stop when you see what lies in front of you. You’re frozen…paralyzed looking at the body that lays before you, her face dull as she stares straight up her eyes lifeless.

“No…no no No!” You cry out scrambling over your body your hands colliding with your shoulders as you shake yourself trying to wake them up. “Wake up…wake up wake up!” You cry out as your lifeless eyes stare back at you, the wound in your stomach too great. Your hands press to stop the bleeding the blood pouring past you like a river feeling the pain in your own grow stronger making you cry out in pain,

“Please you have to wake up...I wanna go home..you have to live.” You cry tears fall from your face as your cry into your chest feeling defeated. Your life felt like a grain of sand so minute as it blended with the rest of the dunes. Would you remain here forever forced in this state to watch the world around you? Was Din going to find your body or were you to rot in this cell until they dispose of you themselves?

“You gotta wake up..please you have to.” You whisper into your chest as silence is your only response a hand rest on your shoulder and you jump looking up and seeing a man staring down at you. He’s dressed in robes with auburn hair and a thick beard there’s sadness in his eyes as he looks at you.

“It is not your time young one…” He speaks his voice calm but with strength behind him as he bends down before putting his hand over the wound where yours lies. Another hand joins in and you stare at a beautiful woman with an elaborate headpiece and kind eyes, two more join, and your father smiles at you his hand cups your face though you only feel coldness off it while your mother just smiles, people, surround you their hands touching your shoulders or your legs any part of your body they can touch and you feel strength grow in your limbs.

Someone touches your chest right where your heart lies and you feel a wave of energy flow through you it was a shadow of a man but you catch the details of Mandalorian armor though old and unlike anything you’ve ever seen. You stare into the helmet feeling his gaze back.

“These are your final steps.”

You wake up with a sharp gasp your cuffed hands instantly going to your stomach seeing the hole in your clothes feeling your back as well feeling the hole in your shirt your skin was clear only covered in blood but there wasn’t a single scratch on your body. You bring your hands up to your temple feeling the stickiness of the blood but no pain when you press down where the cut was. A faint whisper brushes your skin as you turn to look off in a direction and through the walls and everything you can sense him.

“Moff Gideon..”

It’s a silent rage one no one suspects just building as the doors to the cell open easily and you enter the hallway. Turning the corner and spotting a lone trooper walking down the hall you follow after your footsteps silent as you pull the vibroblade from their belt stabbing them rapidly on their neck as they let out a blood-filled gargle before collapsing on the ground. You kneel down prying the blaster rifle from its grasp seeing it had one round in it before needing a new charge. That was alright you were going to make sure you didn’t miss and if not you were going to rip him apart with your own hands.

The plan was set as they traveled through hyperspace Din was off to the side silently watching everyone else prepare his mind was only focused on two things, Save the child and if given the chance kill Moff Gideon himself.

“Prepare to exit jump space.” Fett calls out through the comms on Slave I as Bo-Katan pilots Perhsing’s shuttle, “Copy that. Get the hell out of there as soon as they clear us to dock. And your shots have to look convincing.”

“Power up those shields, princess. I’ll put on a good show.” Fett comments and they could hear the smirk in his voice, “Watch out for those deck cannons.” Bo-Katan warns while powering up the shields.

“Don’t worry about me. Just be careful in there.” Fett comments as Reeves jumps in, “Exiting hyperspace in three, two, one…” The ship jolts out of hyperspace as the plan begins.

“This is Lambda shuttle, Two-Seven-Four-Three. Requesting emergency docking. Repeat, requesting emergency docking. We are under attack.” Bo-Katan fakes distress as she dodges the blaster fire sent by Fett as they fly toward Gideon’s cruiser.

“Copy, Lambda shuttle. Request received.” A comms officer responds, “Stay clear of the launch tube. Deploying fighter squadron.” Two TIEs launch from the cruiser but Bo-Katan continues straight toward the launch tube, “Request denied! Please clear the launch tube until fighters deploy!” The comms officer speaks up.

“Negative! Negative! We are under attack!” Bo-Katan cuts in as they draw closer to the launch bay ignoring the shouts from the comm officer, “Clear launch tube immediately.”

“Hang on,” Bo-Katan says as they fly straight through the launch tube crashing into the bay the ship jerking around the large scratching as the shuttle drags against the ground. Troopers stand outside the ship as the ramp lowers down.

“What are you doing? Get that thing out of here!” A trooper shouts out but a bolt hits him in the chest and he drops dead. Blaster fire is quickly exchanged as the troopers in the bay are quickly taken down and Gideon watches this all from the bridge listening to their screams

“Activate the dark troopers.”

“Moff Gideon,” The comms officer calls to him as he turns away from the large control table and the look on her face as she tries to hold back the horror, “The girl…she’s not in the brig anymore.”

The women move ahead clearing the bay with ease and Din silently exits the ship looking over the damage as he makes his way toward the dark trooper bay. The halls empty most of the stormtrooper after the women as they head for the bridge leaving the path clear for him. Reaching the dark troopers’ cargo hull right as the doors begin to open and Din hears the heavy metal marching as they move towards the door,

“No. No!” Din yells dashing forward and putting Pershing’s code cylinder into the slot to close to the door but one droid holds the door open and manages to get through. It fires at Din with precise shots hitting the beskar making him stumble back. Din fires back with his blaster but it has no effect the bolt bounces off its armor just like beskar it swings its long arm and Din slides under it sending his flamethrower and melting the face but it still doesn’t react as it grabs Din by the throat slamming him against the wall the beskar denting into the thick metal wall. His whole body is rattled as he is repeatedly slammed deeper into the wall. Sending the whistling birds they explode around the droid only staggering it and dropping him. Past the droid, he can see the others punching the glass windows trying to break through. A punch straight to his chest sends him sliding across the floor and he stands pulling off his spear gifted by Tano fighting against its sheer strength and size before he stabs it straight into the neck. It malfunctions before falling down defeated. Din rushes over turning the code cylinder right as they pry the doors open, depressurizing the cargo bay the troopers are sucked out into space. Leaning against the wall sucking in a heavy breath from the battle his body aches being thrown around. Moving towards the droid grabbing the beskar spear before heading for the brig. His mission to save the kid was his only priority.

In the turbolift, Cara continues to fiddle with her large gun that is jammed, “Dank farrik! Son of a mudscuffer!” She hisses and Bo-Katan looks over at her, “Are you sure you don’t need any help?’

The shock trooper slams the gun against the wall and it powers up right as the doors open “I think that did it. Excuse me.”

“Hostiles! Stop!” A trooper yells out as they enter the bridge but Cara mows them down with her weapon they quickly enter the bridge taking down the officers inside that try to fight.

“Weapons system disarmed,” Reeves says disabling the systems on the large console as Bo-Katan looks around only one thought on her mind.

“Where’s Gideon?”

The halls are silent as Din travels turning the corner and spotting two troopers guarding a cell. Coming up behind one he juts the beskar spear stabbing the one further away from him before bringing the spear up to the trooper's neck and pulling back. Their legs shake as they grasp the beskar spear trying to stop it from choking him. Din pulls harder pulling the trooper into the air and with a sharp jerk, a crack fills the air as he snaps his neck. Putting away the spear taking out his blaster he moves to the door panel and opens it. Relief fills him spotting the child who coos happily seeing Din. He rushes forward grabbing him and releasing the cuffs from the child’s small wrists.

“You’re alright kid..” He whispers to Grogu still keeping his guard up. He felt guilt in him a grieving father having to give the news one of their own was gone. But when he looked at him it was almost like he knew something he didn’t...that things were going to be alright. “Bo-Katan..come in Bo-Katan.”

“I read you, did you rescue the child?” Her voice comes through his comm, “I have we heading towards the bridge, you have Moff Gideon in your custody?” He asks and it’s silence that only fills a pit of fear in Din.

“Moff Gideon wasn’t on the bridge…we thought he was with the child..” Bo-Katan’s voice comes through and Din is confused and nervous about what this meant.

“What.” He had assumed they were with him but it did make sense he would be with the child if he was neither here nor there…where was he?

“Din.” “What?” He calls out hearing the urgency in Bo-Katan’s voice, “Head to the main hall we’ll meet you there. We found Gideon.” Din’s already rushing to the map location sent to him.

His presence moved through the walls before stopping in one location as you follow it entering a grand hall on the light cruiser. It only held one door and you spot him standing completely alone his back towards you. Raising the blaster aiming at him to pull the trigger and deliver the final kill. “A bit of a coward’s kill don’t you think princess? At least give me a warrior’s death just like you Mandalorians.”

“You don’t deserve a warrior’s death you monster.” You growl moving towards him until you were an arms-length away, “Amusing. I’ll be sure to give you one then.” The blade of the Darksaber swings out and you lean back dodging the attack. Firing your only shot at him but he blocks the blaster fire swinging again making you move back again. He attacks in wide sweeping motions and your still cuffed wrists restrain you from the force leaving you to yourself. Pulling the knife from your belt ducking under his arms cutting at his side as he growls out in pain swinging the blade with rage in him.

“You just don’t know how to stay dead!” He shouts and you smirk the knife coated in his blood in your grasp, “Try killing me better.” He roars arching the blade down and you are forced to move backward as he swings the blade out you lean to the side but he raises his foot kicking you straight in the stomach and you fall to your back. Gasping for air as he stabs it towards the ground but you roll out of the way.

“You’re weak! A thief from Tatooine! You’re insignificant, your scum, from a dying race. The Jedi are gone! The Mandalorians are gone! And the remaining hidden in the gutter will be brought out and slaughtered.” He shouts swinging the blade down on your again and you thrust your wrists forward as it cuts through the cuffs and the spark before falling off your wrists. You stare up at him as a look of horror crosses his face as he sees the cuffs restricting your abilities fall off.

You swipe your hand out the Darksaber sliding against the floor and your other hand in a fist. Gideon grabs his neck and pulled straight into your grasp as your fist slams straight into his face and he sees stars. Your other fist is swinging right after digging into his face and a loud crunch fills the air as his nose shatters blood pouring like a fountain and getting all over your hand as you grab the back of his head and slam it into your knee. Each punch for everything he's done, for your grandparents, for your planet, the death of your parents, for all the Mandalorians, for Kuill, for IG-11, for you. He deserved every hit and you weren’t stopping until his blood painted your skin. You scream bringing your fist down on his face, you ignore the pain that fills your hands you would break yourself until you knew he was dead. Gideon’s on his back unable to defend himself as this girl pounds her fists into his face breaking both his and her bones. Blood splatters against your face and his features are covered in blood as he tries to fight off you. You hold your hand out the beskar weapon pulling into your hand as you activate the blade over him as you stare at his defeated face and him staring at the wrath in yours.

You’re ripped off him and you fight hard kicking your legs out throwing your head back to hit them your arms trying to break from their grip. You swing the weapon in your hand but you’re quickly disarmed. “Get off me! Kriffing let me go” “Kid stop! Stop it!” A voice yells out to you as you’re pulled away your vision is blinded seeing someone come to Gideon’s side. You lose sight of him as your turn around your wrists grabbed to stop you from fighting and you stare back at metal.

“Kid it’s me! Stop it…stop!” You weren’t sure you would ever see him again, as he holds you still though you try fighting. “He has to die! I’ll kriffing kill him. Gideon has to!” You shout trying to break free from his grasp but he’s like beskar unbreakable your anger moves from Gideon to him as your hands pound on his chest and you try pushing him away. The pain in your knuckles that were definitely shattered fuels you further. “I have to kill him…I have to…let me go!” Your fighting grows weaker as he pulls you into his chest holding you tight to him as your shouting turns to cries your fist against his chest weak as you break down in his arms.

“I have to...I have to stop him...Din..” You cry into his chest as his hand strokes your back the other holds your head to him, “Shhh…gev…gar cuyir morut'yc…ni cuy' olar…ni ganar gar cyar'ika...I got you..it’s alright..” He whispers as he holds you close to him. He never wanted to let you go and he wanted to take all your sadness and pain from what you experienced and cast it away. He wanted you and the child to be safe and happy living the rest of your lives in peace.

Din pulls you to your feet holding you to his side as you look at Gideon lying in a crumbling mess of blood on the floor. The group had entered the room ready to take on Moff Gideon but hadn’t expected to see you above him about to give the killing blow. Din had to grasp onto the wall his whole body felt weak just hearing seeing her he felt thrown in two different directions one removing all the air in his lungs and the other filling him back with life. Cara checks Gideon’s pulse as he sputters awake but weak, “He’s alive.” Though it’s not in relief but for other reasons. Your body felt on fire the blood coating your hands and face as you hold your hand out calling the weapon back to your hand. It was heavy a weight to your grasp whispers coming off it but your gaze was drilled to Moff Gideon as he is shackled.

The group was surprised to see Gideon and yourself but one is surprised for another reason looking at the weapon in your possession, “What did you do?” Bo-Katan asks looking at you.

“She left him alive, that’s what happened. And now the New Republic’s gonna have to double the payment.” Cara says looking at the New Republic prize but Gideon has a weak smirk on his face, “That’s not what she’s talking about. Why don’t you kill her now and take it but you wouldn’t do that to dear family? It’s yours now.” He coughs some blood out then looks over at Bo-Katan

“What is?” Din asks confused about what’s going on, “The Darksaber. It belongs to you.” Gideon comments looking at you with a bloodstained grin as you look at the weapon in your grasp. You look at the hilt before moving towards Bo-Katan holding out to her.

“Now…it belongs to her,” You say. A pained look on her face as she doesn’t accept the blade, “She can’t take it. It must be won in battle. In order for her to wield the Darksaber again, she would need to defeat you in combat.” Gideon explains the joy on his face watching the frustration and pain on the female Mandalorian’s face.

“I yield,” You say pushing the blade further out to her, “It’s yours.”

Gideon laughs shaking his head and moving closer from the ground but is pushed back by Cara, “Oh, no. It doesn’t work that way. The Darksaber doesn’t have power. The story does. Without that blade, she’s a pretender to the throne.” Din looks at the expression on Bo-Katan's face as she knows he’s right,

“He’s right,” Bo-Katan says her history of the Darksaber having not rightfully earned the blade a crack at her integrity. “Come on, just take it,” You say, this wasn’t you. You weren’t a ruler, you weren’t meant to lead people, especially ones you didn’t even know you shared blood with. The weapon branded you for the responsibility it carried and the pain it has inflicted on others and yourself. You felt your skin burn just holding it you felt sick just looking at it.

“Well, perhaps she’ll get another crack at it,” Gideon smirks right as an alarm goes off blaring in the bridge as Fennec looks at the schematics on her vambrace, “The ray shields have been breached. We’re being boarded.”

“How many life forms?” Bo-Katan asks as they prepare for the fight and Fennec looks at them with a concerned look on her face, “None.”

“Seal those blast doors!” Cara says as Fennec quickly closes the blast doors and they move further back preparing for the dark troopers to come to their doorstep. “You’re about to face off with the dark troopers. You had your hands full with one. Let’s see how you do against a platoon.” Gideon sneers at Din who holds the child now furthest away from the blast doors prepared for the fight.

A bang on the blast door makes you jump and you see the blast doors slowly dent as the pounding on the door grows louder, “They’re here.” Reeves says. Din pulls you to stand bringing you to stand behind him, you could see Gideon was moved to the side. You look away down to your hands seeing the blood that coats your arms and the weapon held in your hands. Looking forward as the dent in the blast doors grows larger when another alarm sounds and Reeves moves to see what it is, “An X-wing.”

“One X-wing? Great. We’re saved.” Cara says sarcastically preparing her blaster and Bo-Katan speaks into her comms, “Incoming craft, identify yourself.” You look out the window as well as Grogu looking at the starship grow closer, you could sense something great coming from them as they boarded the light cruiser. You’ve never felt this strongness in the force before as it washes over you. At the same time, the droids stop attacking the pounding on the blast doors ceasing,

“Why did they stop?” A woman in black and orange armor says you look through the hologram on one of their vambraces a hooded figure disembarks the X-Wing making their way through the halls before they encounter dark troopers in a storage hall and you see a blade emit as they cut through the droids. You watch this person deflect blaster fire, cutting down dark troopers and even crushing one.

“A Jedi?” Bo-Katan whispers as you hear fighting come from right outside the blast doors with loud blaster fire but it sounded like this jedi on the other side was winning. As they grew closer you see the jedi finish off the last of the dark troopers the presence of this jedi was strong.

“Open the doors,” Din says and the others look at him like he’s crazy, “I said, open the doors.” The other armored woman shakes her head, “Are you crazy?” She disagrees and Din moves to open the doors himself. They open and you see the destruction and the defeated droids as the hooded figure enters the energy is almost overwhelming as the jedi removes his hood and your jaw drops staring at the man.

“Luke Skywalker…” You whisper in awe staring at the jedi from your home planet. Small farmboy from Tatooine to Master Jedi, the one that took down the Death Star and defeated Darth Vader.

Din steps forward looking at Luke, “Are you a Jedi?” He asks and the man nods his hands folded in front of him,

“I am,” He says before holding out his hand, “Come, little ones.” He looks over at the Grogu in the seat and over at you who stands behind Din. You feel frozen being addressed and you look over at the child who doesn’t move as well. Din seems more focused on the child as he looks back at Skywalker,

“He doesn’t want to go with you.”

“He wants your permission,” Luke says, “He is strong with the Force, but talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect the Child and the girl… but they will not be safe until they master their abilities.” He explains and you look at Din seeing him look at the child and you. He moves towards Grogu picking him up and holding him in his arms and you finally move coming to stand by him as he looks down at the both of you,

“Hey, go on. That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind…” Din says looking at the two of you, “I’ll see you again. I promise.” He says and your eyes burn with tears watching the sad moment between him and Grogu but also knowing you were losing him as well. The small hand of the child reaches up touching the metal of his helmet before looking up at him with sad eyes. Your chest tightens seeing Din’s hand reach up and he removes the beskar that shields him from the world. The most important part of his creed was broken for you both. You weren’t sure what you expected but he had a strong jaw that was covered in a patchy beard to a rugged face, his eyes were brown, and his short hair brown as well sort of untamed being covered by the helmet. His eyes were filled with sadness and his lack of control over his expressions due to the helmet was apparent. Grogu reaches his hand up touching his skin for the first time as Din closes his eyes trying not to break. You looked away feeling like you were intruding on this moment between the two. Opening his eyes he looks over at you a bit surprised seeing you looking away and then down to the child, “All right, pal. It’s time to go. Don’t be afraid.” Placing the child to the floor he looks up at Skywalker but cooing comes from his leg seeing the child holding on to his pant leg. The sound of the droid appearing as an astromech droid appears in blue and white colors as it beeps almost speaking to Grogu as he moves towards the droid. It beeps shaking with happiness making the small child smile as you watch with a bittersweet smile. Luke looks down at the child as he raises his hands to be picked up and the jedi complies holding him in his arms. He looks down at the child before the Jedi's gaze meets yours, “Come, little one” He says holding his hand out and you feel frozen in carbonite. You felt embarrassed and scared as you stood covered in blood that was not your own like this was proper material of a jedi.

“Y/n...” Din calls out to you and you feel torn between two worlds, one world where you become a jedi learning of the force but meaning you leave Din, and the other you learn more of your past but never get the proper training from a jedi. You shake your head panic flooding your veins, “Kid..” Din’s hands grasp your face making you look at him and you still were not used to seeing his actual face. There was sadness but he was also trying to look strong for you.

“I just got you back..” You whisper as he swipes away a tear that falls down your face and he gives a sad smile, “You won’t be safe with me..you have to go.” He says and you shake your head trying to refuse.

“You’ll be alright cyar'ika.” He says as he helps you turn to face the jedi stepping forward feeling the warmth from the Mandalorian leave you as you stand in front of the Jedi quite intimidated by his presence. You holster the hilt to your belt feeling its presence and your hands nervously swipe at your pants trying to get any excess blood off them as you look at Skywalker and then at Grogu in his arms. Tears burn your eyes as your fingers gently rub his ears a coo coming off him, “I’ll miss you so much.” You whisper to the small child that looks at you with wide eyes before you step back away from the jedi shocking him and Din who watches.

“I can’t…I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks as you reject his offer and the Jedi looks over you sensing something in the force and seeing the weapon resting at your hip, “Without proper training, you will cause harm to those around you and to yourself.” Luke warns you trying to get you to reconsider, he knew what he felt in the force when the two of you were at the seeing stone. He felt the trained guidance that the child in his arms went through as he handled the force, but yours was frantic and unstable with a lack of training you lacked balanced and could be easily swayed to either the light or the darkness that he feared. Your emotions guided you through the force and you tread on a very thin line where one step could quickly pull you to the dark side.

“Your connection to the force is driven by your emotions without proper guidance you walk a thin line that can have you fall down the path of the dark side,” He cautions you trying to get you to understand the decision you were going to make. Even Din was worried that this Jedi knew that your choice of not going could end with you turning evil he didn’t want that for you.

“Kid-” “I’m sorry…I’m not going,” You cut Din off looking at the Jedi, “I’ll take my chances.” Your decision is final as you step beside Din your hand slipping into his. While he felt fearful of your rejection to join the Jedi Din couldn’t ignore the happiness he felt knowing you weren’t leaving. Luke looks over at you one last time before nodding at you and Din.

“May the Force be with you.” He says before turning you watch the child as he looks at you two standing holding hands being each other's pillar. Skywalker, his droid, and Grogu enter the turbolift and you look at the child for once last time giving a weak smile as tears slide down your cheeks and you could feel the sadness coming off Din being forced to say goodbye to one of his children. You both lost a part of your clan but the two of you would support one another until that fateful day the child would return to you and you all would be together again.

A/N: Season 2 of Clan of Three is done! It's been so exciting continuing this story and I'm so thankful for the support! You all are amazing and I can't wait to release the book of boba fett and season three!

[somberjoon]

METANOIA [4]

✩ pairing: wolf hybrid nj x cheetah hybrid reader (f) - eventual ot7 x reader

✩ genre: soul-searching , romance🔞 , found-family , healing , angst , happy ending

✩ word count: 6.3k

✩ chapter warnings: uncertainty in behavior and emotions , anxiety and crying , discussions of inadequacy and feelings

✩ summary: She doesn't know. There is so much about her and her cheetah that she hasn't had the privilege to understand. Unknown backgrounds and unknown emotions clash with feelings of want- hopes of being herself unapologetically. Namjoon seems to be someone that can help her- but can the rest of his pack truly be what she has wanted and needed?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 , ch.3 , ch.4 , ch.5

“Joonie! I’m so happy to finally catch you while I’m in the office. How are you?” 

Mila was always a rock in Namjoon’s life- one he didn’t know he’d need or find. When Mila found him, he was just another hybrid that needed help when the system was against him in multiple ways. Because he was too old to be “supported” by the shelter he was in, his choices were either to be kicked out with no resources or to end up with a mysterious fate because of the shelter’s shady practices. Now he knows what they do- trafficking, the selling of specific hybrids to different illegal industries, illegal euthanization- but back then, he was going to choose that route blindly, just so he wasn’t living on the streets. 

Mila found him when she was making her rounds at the shelters, using the organization’s funds to pay the little fees the ‘of-age’ hybrids were under. She helped him personally, as her position wasn’t what it is now- placing him in a temporary home, visiting him personally for readjustment with humans, and helping him find a job that was hybrid friendly. She’s someone that’s dear to him, as he is to her. 

“I’m doing great, how are you?”

“Eh, the new position is a lot more work, but I have more say in where our money goes so- I can’t be too mad.” She eyes the disengaged cheetah that seems to be lurking right outside her office. “Is this-? Taehyung?”

Mila never really had the time to meet Namjoon’s pack, and the rest of his pack never had the time or ability to come into the organization while she was in office- Taehyung and Mila have never met each other but know of each other. Namjoon wishes it didn’t have to be a random check-in that got her to meet his family but this is what it has come to.

“This is. Taehyung.” He turns and waves the nervous cheetah in, giving his waist a squeeze to keep him close and less anxious. 

Mila’s smile is enough to have Namjoon relaxing at the first meeting, but Taehyung isn’t one for first impressions- he values time and familiarity. 

“It’s very nice to meet you, I’m Mila.” She stretches out her arm to invite the cheetah in for a handshake. Taehyung doesn’t shy away from formal greetings so he gives in immediately. 

“Nice to meet you too.” Mila brightens at the response, letting his hand go to clasp both of hers together in front of her. 

“I’m gonna be honest, I think I know why you’re here but, I’d love to hear what you have to say.” Mila looks up at the two from her office chair. 

“It’s about the new case-”

“You can use her name here.”

“Y/N- I’m the only known hybrid that’s been in contact with her, and she definitely hasn’t met another like her. Taehyung also hasn’t met someone like him because of their rarity. I thought this would be a great opportunity for the two, but I didn’t share any information or specifics as I knew he’d need to be with the organization to help personally. I talked to them both and they both are up to having a time to meet up- is there a way we can make that possible?”

“Honestly, I think it would be great to see Y/N making these connections and having these relationships naturally. Through you and through Taehyung when he meets her- I think she would benefit greatly from creating these connections herself by her choice- without the help from the organization. I don’t mind them meeting, I don’t need him to be an official volunteer. If she consented to the meeting, then information can be shared between you and Taehyung- of course the most basic information out of decency, but you get it.” 

“Ah I guess I didn’t think about it that way. Nothing like this has come up before.” Namjoon looks over at Taehyung to gauge his reaction, reading a calmed expression that Namjoon knows is relief.

“No worries, it truly depends on the circumstance. But, I trust you and I trust your judgment. And I really like the idea.” Mila’s praise makes him blush a little, tail happily wagging at her confession.

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to make notes.”

“Let her know that the meeting can be out of volunteer hours if you both would like that as well. Notes aren’t a necessity all the time, especially if you guys are creating relationships outside of just a ‘volunteer’ stand-point.”

“Oh- uh, I’ll definitely talk to her about it.”

“Perfect. Is that all you need from me then?” 

“Professionally? Yes. Personally, I’d love for you to meet my pack members sometime, even if it’s just me and one other or a couple at a time whenever we can make it work. I’ve been wanting to but these last couple years-” 

“I understand, Namjoon, don’t worry. I understand pack dynamics and the adjustment period for the new members. Don’t worry at all. If anything I’d love to give you a paid position here- and then maybe we’d be able to figure something out sooner.”

Mila has been trying to push a paid position into Namjoon’s lap for almost a year now, but working offsite for a hybrid shelter feels more important at the moment. The shelter is still not up to par in his opinion, and the hybrids under his care know him personally. He couldn’t leave them with someone random, that’s the worst thing someone could do to them- connect, then leave them with little to no notice. Once you connect with them, you’re a strong tie to them emotionally. Though he doesn’t see them all the time, he does random check-ins weekly and everything is going okay. 

This is only the third shelter he has done monitoring at thanks to the organization helping him find a job in the ‘hybrid facility monitoring’ department of a local law firm. He is satisfied with his job, and he loves to do volunteering in his down time. He doesn’t want to change anything at the moment. 

“I’m really sorry, I enjoy how I have everything at the moment. But, I won’t just leave the organization randomly, maybe later on when I need to get out of the house more often I’ll get back to you.” He gets a sweet laugh out of Mila before turning to Taehyung to see he’s antsy being out in an unfamiliar environment for so long when it’s not needed. 

“I’ll try to catch you another day to make some plans, but I gotta get home to log in- I’ll see ya’.” He gives Taehyung’s waist a quick squeeze for reassurance. 

“Of course, of course. I’ll see you later- and goodluck with everything.” She gives him a familiar smile that he knows is something a little more than a kind farewell. He returns it with a nod before turning to leave. 

-

Y/N

Her restless body wakes her far too early. She stares at her dark ceiling, too many thoughts rolling around in her head. 

Having relationships is odd to her, in a way that feels emotionally taxing. She’s to be mindful of how she presents herself, how she talks, how she reacts to their personality. It’s all so much to think about. With Maria she’s used to it, with Richard it’s getting easier, with Namjoon it feels like no work, but someone from Namjoon’s pack that she’s never met before? It’s scary thinking about how wrong it could go. 

Namjoon doesn’t even know enough about her to trust her with a pack member. She can’t help but think he’s being a little rash. She hasn’t told him anything. Nothing about how she survived on the streets, about who and why she distrusts so commonly, nothing about how she cowers under the attention of a man. She can’t do this- not without being a little honest with Namjoon. 

-

With her anxieties, Y/N ends up outside sitting in the divot of her favorite tree at the time that Namjoon shows up. 

“Ahhh, that’s where the spot is. Very nice.” 

She startles at the sudden disruption to her thoughts. Looking down at the comforting Namjoon that always quiets her mind, she mirrors the smile he’s giving her. Wasting no time, she scoots effortlessly to the edge of the divot and jumps down landing on her feet. She pats at her butt and the back of her legs to rid the fabric of any dirt or bark. 

“Here, you got leaves in your hair as well.” Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to help her pick a few of the green friends from her hair- always careful of her ears. Her attention is set on him and the attention he gives to her hair- until she spots the bag he’s holding. He clutches the plastic bag that clearly has two small containers of pre-cut watermelon in it. 

“Watermelon?” Is all she asks, hoping that he brought it for her again despite not being used to so much being bought for her. She’s okay with being spoiled a little if it’s out of her say- she’s never asked him to bring her the juicy fruit. She steps closer to give him a look she doesn’t clock as anything specific. 

(To Namjoon it is absolutely begging).

(Namjoon is a sucker.)

“No hug this time?” He asks her, pulling his arm with the plastic bag back around his back out of her reach. He stretches his other arm out for the hug, fake-hurt eyes looking down at her. 

She wants to relish in the feeling of his warmth- a constant heater- but she really would rather have the fruit as quickly as possible. She gives him a quick squeeze not even long enough for Namjoon to put his arm around her. All she can do is smile up at him and wait. 

Luckily he gives in, handing her the bag. 

“So, what should we do today?” Namjoon asks. 

She mentally smacks herself for forgetting everything so easily. 

“Actually- can we, maybe, go out today? Just to talk?” 

“Definitely. Do you have somewhere specifically you want to go?”

She thinks of all the places she’d be most comfortable at when having this conversation. Surprisingly- all that matters is that Namjoon is at that place with her. That’s where she’ll be most comfortable. 

“No, anywhere is fine.” 

-

It’s the same park where she was able to run freely in- the grass tall and breeze light, just as it was that day. He was the first person to ever open her up to the point he did that day as well. He was gentle, sweet. She has no idea how to act around Namjoon, but she wants to think they’re friends. Maybe this isn’t just a volunteer-case relationship. Or maybe this is just how hybrids treat each other and she never knew. With care and mindfulness that shows they’re all the same in some way. 

But, no matter how hard she tries- she can’t not think about him. About the way he holds himself, how perfect he is toward her. She didn’t have an ideal type before this, never once did she think that she’d be able to pick a person from a bunch and have these strange feelings. But he’s Namjoon- and she doesn’t want to lose him. 

She doesn’t let herself think too hard about it, this conversation will give her all the answers she needs. 

With both their windows down, Y/N watches as the park they ran in is slowly passed. She looks back at the large field, thinking of that day and why he didn’t stop to relive it. 

“Where are we going?” She turns to him. Never does she watch him as he drives them each time. She can’t put her finger on it just yet- but the sight of him and his muscles that she never pays attention to as he shifts the gear, turns the wheel, and rests his arm on the window makes her mad. Or irritated? Or- something. She just avoids seeing them as much as possible. 

“There’s this pretty look-out spot just up this hill, we’ll be able to see the park from there and the city in the horizon. I think you’ll like it.” 

The drive isn’t much longer but it’s definitely much more scary than usual. The steep sides of the hill that the road winds up to create is causing her to slink back into her seat so she doesn’t have to look at the drop. Namjoon maneuvers the twists well, but she can’t help but heave out a sigh when they finally reach the spot at the top that he parks into and cuts the ignition.

She forgets about the watermelon in her lap, immediately opening the bag to distract herself with something refreshing. Namjoon’s hand rests on her shoulder with a touch that’s barely even felt. 

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I should’ve warned you the drive was a bit much for the first time.” Her anxious nerves loosen up with the comforting touch, popping a piece into her mouth for further distraction. 

“It’s fine.” She looks out in the distance she wasn’t able to fully take in. The mid-day bustle of the city is quiet from here- silent and calling for appreciation. She didn’t realize how big it all was. “It’s pretty.” 

This is the first city she’s been in, two nearby towns and the surrounding areas were always small and harder to be unnoticeable in. She was in this city the longest after she realized she truly couldn’t take the stares and pitied looks any longer. In the city it’s a lot more common to be on the sidewalks, in alleys, under dried, old bridges. This was a place she could get used to living as she did- at the bottom of the food chain. Alone. It was the easiest way. 

“It is. Perfect for the good news I have.” Namjoon gives her a cheeky smile that lightens her mood unknowingly. “You can meet Taehyung whenever you’d like.”

“Taehyung?” She turns to him to show her attention. 

“Sorry I never let you know his name. I wasn’t sure how everything would go at the organization- and I didn’t know how to cross that line between us. Personal details and such.” Namjoon gives a little wave of his hands, nervous-looking for the first time. 

“But anyways, Taehyung would love to meet you this week, or even this weekend. He doesn’t need to be a volunteer to- I talked to him about it after we left the organization. He’d like to get to know you without any labels anyways. He wants something natural.” 

Her cheeks pink at the knowledge of Taehyung’s eager sounding wants when it comes to her. She didn’t think anyone would ever want to meet her. Let alone meeting her out of choice and wanting something more out of it all. This is a special case. Maybe he won’t like the way she acts, or the amount of emotional baggage she carries- maybe she’s not what he imagined- 

“Namjoon.” His name forces its way out before she can think more on it. 

 “Yeah?”

“Are you sure that I should meet him?” Namjoon’s attention snaps to her gaze. 

“Of course I’m sure. Are you- do you not want to anymore? It’s okay if you-”

“No. No, I want to. I just-” Her throat closes at the sight of his attention. His scanning eyes are trying to read her. A raw feeling of something bitter and gross fills her mouth. Her past, the things she’s done, the desires she has- she pushed them all down when they found her under that bridge. She promised herself she’d never look back. She’d never tell anyone. She’d never have to be that person again. She has the chance to be someone new. And still these awful things want to be seen. 

“Y/N?” Namjoon’s warm hand is placed on her’s that she set on the middle console. Instead of the usual warmth he gives her, the wretched memories make her yank herself from underneath him- sticking both her hands underneath her seated bottom. She pushes down the tears threatening to silently release. 

“You don’t know anything about me.” She whispers, worried about what she’ll say otherwise. She’s already turned to look out at the horizon so she doesn’t have to see his reaction to anything. 

“What do you mean?” 

She swallows thickly at the sound of him. God, this is worse than she’d thought it’d be. 

“You know nothing about me, Namjoon. Why would you trust me with him? Why would he want to meet me? Why-” She has to stop as a crack in her voice threatens to cause her wet eyes to spill over. “Why are you so nice to me when you know nothing?” It’s not how she wanted it to go. It’s not as simple as she wanted it to be. An impending feeling already takes hold. She’s doing this too soon. 

“Y/N.” Namjoon grabs her attention once again. Her attention is on him but she still doesn’t take her eyes away from the city. 

"Y/N." The assured voice draws her in more than she'd like to admit. Her eyes find his again. There's nothing malicious- only concern and interest.

"Can I ask why you are asking these questions? Just so I can understand better."

She tries to find disingenuous hints in his expression. The tightness of his features proves she can do this with him- he's being genuine. 

"No one knows anything about me except me. No one has ever shown me respect or care like Maria does, like- like you do. What- Why? Why would you? Why do all of this with nothing in return? Why waste your money and time with someone you have no reason to be around?" 

She somehow keeps her composure despite her voice being all over the place. 

“I’m trying to forget everything and just let it go but- but it’s obviously not working. And I’m confused as to why suddenly everyone is nice to me. After everything I’ve been through, now it’s like- it’s like nothing happened and everyone, including me, is ignoring it. I’m irritated, and I’m irritated that it’s my fault.” 

The tears fall helplessly now, silently and without any grand show of arrival. She can barely see his face through the blurry wetness- she wouldn’t want to see his reaction anyways. She’s embarrassed more than anything. 

“Y/N, I’m not here for no reason. I’m here for you.”

Her scoff is an audible, gross thing she can’t stop from coming out. 

“You want me to believe that?”

“Yes. Because I told you. Because you said I respect and care about you. Because I have a choice to be here, to spend my time and my money on you- and I choose to be here. With you.” His voice is even and gentle unlike hers- making her feel more wrong, more out of place and rancid next to someone like him. 

“Don’t do that.” Namjoon almost pleads. 

“Do what?” 

“I can tell when you’re thinking too much. Your eyes don’t meet mine and they go out of focus, your ears turn down like mine do when I’m overthinking, and your tail tightens around your waist. I can tell.”

She insecurely wraps her arms around her waist to cover her tail, feeling vulnerable. 

“We’re responsive and emotional- hybrids- we need emotional connection and likeness in something and someone. I’m here to be there for you when you need that.”

“I don’t want to be a case that someone has to tend to. I want a friend- I want-”

“What makes you think we’re not friends?” Namjoon cuts in when she can’t think of that specific thing she craves. 

“We know nothing about each other.” She mumbles, wiping the wetness from her face. 

“And we won’t know everything about each other for a long time. That doesn’t mean we’re not friends- that means we’re learning. It’s only been a couple weeks, Y/N, we aren’t just going to immediately tell each other everything. I know you wouldn’t want to- and I don’t want to just yet.” 

“Because you can’t trust me.”

“Because I want us to have something real. Something long-lasting and considerate. I don’t want us to trauma-dump and rely too greatly on each other. Of course no relationship is perfect, but that’s why we’ll learn. That’s why I’m glad we’re having this conversation.”

She composes herself enough with his response, relaxing just the slightest into the passenger seat. 

“Do you trust me?” He suddenly asks after not getting a response from a thinking Y/N. 

“Yes,” she confesses with a whisper, “that’s why I’m scared. Because I know nothing about anything and I still trust you.”

“I trust you too.”

“No you don’t.” 

“What’s the difference? Between your truth and my supposed lie?” 

“You’re perfect. You’ve got a family to think about and feelings you haven’t shared with me. You’re a hybrid- I barely am one, how would you trust someone like me?”

She watches as Namjoon’s eyes point out the changes in her comfort based on the slightest of movements. She just about scoffs again at the realization that she has no idea about any tells in hybrids. She knows nothing. 

“Our difference in backgrounds doesn’t change the feelings we have, or the responses we have to each other. Your choice to keep your past a secret is the same I have made. I haven’t always had a family and I haven’t always been the Namjoon you know. It doesn’t matter anyways, our past- not when we’re just trying to find people to comfort us and care for us.” Namjoon swivels his head to make sure Y/N is looking into her eyes when he finishes his response. 

“To trust blindly is the most vulnerable thing we could do- and that in itself is a lot more important- more meaningful than the pasts we are trying to hide.”

Y/N is speechless to say the least. Teary eyes watch Namjoon as his downturned eyes plead with her to understand. She doesn’t ever want to see him looking at her like this again- the ache in her chest and limbs clenches harder and harder with every passing second. 

“So- ask me again.”

“What?” 

“Ask me again why I trust you to meet Taehyung.”

At first she’s hesitant, closing her eyes to take a few deep breaths she desperately needs. Her lungs hurt but she breathes until they aren’t as tight. 

“Why would you trust me with him?” 

“Because I do. That should be enough, but since it’s not- I trust you because you’re a hybrid- because I know you both need this- because I met you and you’ve been nothing but gentle in our time together- because you are worried about who I bring around Taehyung, and that means more than you can imagine- because you’re you, Y/N. Because everything leading up to now has been nothing but pleasant and trusting.”

“Is that enough for you?” He asks with finality that she can feel in her bones. Because it is enough. It’s more than enough. It’s more than she could ever ask for and even-even more. Because she’d trust his judgment of hearself even if it wasn’t true. She’d shape herself into whatever he wanted.

“Yes. It is.” She swallows down a swirl of strange feelings, trying to grasp onto something to say, something to prove herself with. “You believe that I trust you?”

“I want you to trust me, with every piece of truth I can muster, I’d hope you feel that you can lean on me, trust that I’ll be there for you.”

This is turning into something she was nowhere near expecting. He’s putting far more into it than she thought he would. He’s crushing her down into a palm-sized thing for him to have and keep for whatever he’d need or want. 

“I’m scared to meet him.” She confesses. “I’m scared that I’ll be nothing he expected, nothing he’d care to meet again. I’m scared that it will mean everything to me but he’ll realize I’m broken and incomplete and he’ll never want anything to do with me.” She takes another deep breath, ready to seal her fate. “I’m scared that his distaste for me would lead to me never seeing you again.” 

The silence feels so suffocating, Namjoon just sits, waiting for something she can’t figure out. Until he’s opening his door and walking around to her’s, opening it and waving her out with no words. Blindly, she follows. Keeping her arms around herself to self-soothe. 

“Yell it. Yell out how you feel.” He stretches his arms out towards the horizon. 

“Why?” She asks, still stuffy-nosed and wet-eyed. 

“No matter our age, no matter the emotion that’s overwhelming us, we need to expel the pent up adrenaline that’s eating us alive. Yell it while no one but me can hear. Yell it to get it out of your bones and muscles- let it be between us.”

She looks at him skeptically but turns to the city, taking in the colors, the breeze, the obvious life that thrives there.  

“I’m scared.” 

“Louder.”

“I’m scared.”

“Louder, put your whole body into it.”

Y/N uncrosses her arms, unwraps her tail, and tries again. Leaning forward, she tries to forget how stupid she looks. 

“I’m scared!” She screams with a crack.

“Of what?” 

“I’m scared! Of everything!”

The relief is almost instant. A weight releases from her that she didn’t realize was a constant companion. With the relief comes an audible choke that she can’t stop. The loud sob causes her to bend over and catch herself on her knees. Sobs and choked breaths rip from her- all those times she forced herself to be silent in her pain, this is how it repays her. This is how her body finds revenge. 

But this time she’s not alone. 

Namjoon

The urge to soothe, to comfort is too strong for him to just watch as she breaks down in front of him. This was his idea- even if he knew she needed it, the expulsion of her emotions is more than he can handle to just watch. 

He gently pulls her up by the shoulder, letting her decide if she wants the same thing when he turns her toward him. Thankfully, there’s no hesitation in her leaning into him, pressing her wet face into the front of his shoulder, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and torso. He doesn’t have to think about holding onto her, rubbing her back in motions he hopes are soothing for her. 

He lets the breeze-filled silence fill their space, waiting until her sobs turn into minimal hiccups and shaky breaths. 

“It’s okay to be scared,” he starts with a sure but calm tone, “but you don’t need to be scared about this one thing at least. Taehyung and I were the first of our pack. I know my pack very well, but Taehyung and I have had a lot of time to get to know each other.” He can’t help but let a light laugh out at the remembrance of their past. “I know that this meeting means the world to him- it means more than anything I think. He’s very in touch with his cheetah, and he has no one to share that with. None of us are like him. You could hate him and vow silence towards him and he’d still try over and over again to change your mind. He’s minimalistic and puts his thoughtfulness into actions instead of words. He’s emotional but extremely shy- he’ll want to be around you just to have you near, just to make sure you're real and safe.” 

Namjoon tries to think of anything else to reassure her, anything he knows is true and would help to calm her nerves. 

“I’m not in touch with my cheetah.” Her voice is more of a hum into his shoulder than anything, making goosebumps prickle underneath his long-sleeve shirt. 

“He won’t mind it one bit. Honestly-” He pulls back a little, causing her to pull her face from his body and look up at him. Her puffy eyes and red features make his heart clench, his ears immediately drooping at the sight. “I think he could help you with that more than either of us realize.”

-

“Are you sure about this?” Taehyung asks for the third time since they were getting ready to leave the house. This time, Namjoon is pulling into the Caddel household’s driveway as Taehyung looks around the front of the house nervously. 

“Yes. I was sure this morning, and I’m sure now.” 

Taehyung gives him an eye roll that could kill and waits for Namjoon to start the adventure up the front door before he takes action right behind him. 

Namjoon was careful to instruct Taehyung on possible triggers for Y/N before they set out for the day. He’s extremely understanding, especially when he can relate to what can cause discomfort. He also made the effort to wear freshly cleaned clothes to limit scents and present his own scent upfront. 

Namjoon’s at the door before Taehyung can ask anymore questions, knowing that if he could sit and anxiously wait for hours he would. With two knocks he expects Y/N to answer the door, but this time it’s Maria. 

“Hi sweetie,” she gives a smile to Namjoon, herding the boys into the house to take off their shoes and put on guest slides. “You must be Taehyung, very nice to meet you.” She smiles at him but doesn’t make him give a proper greeting to keep it casual. 

“Nice to meet you too.” Taehyung responds back as he waits for Namjoon to kick his shoes off. “Thank you for allowing me to visit Y/N.”

“Oh, of course! I’m very glad she has you guys, I want to do more for her but this is really the best way I can do that. So, thank you as well. Speaking of Y/N, she’s in her tree again- got too nervous and has been up there for about an hour now.” Maria explains. 

“You’re doing a lot for her, Maria, I know she really appreciates you. And thank you for letting us know.” Namjoon makes sure to let her know.

“Thank you for letting me know, I’ll try my best not to disappoint. You guys can go right out, I’ll have lunch ready in an hour.” She gives them confident smiles before letting them go. 

Namjoon leads the way, head circling with the possible outcomes. What if he doesn’t know how Taehyung would react? What if he was wrong and Y/N hates him forever because of it. What if he breaks her trust with the hope he wasn’t even trying to hide. He pushes that down, putting the trust he has in Taehyung to the forefront of his worries. He knows him. He knows how much this means to him. 

Y/N perches in her usual spot, looking up instead of out over the fence. Taehyung waits a few steps behind to allow her to come down to him out of choice. Another detail Namjoon thought would be good to include. 

“There she is.” Namjoon smiles up at her as she startles again. Her fast growing hair is in a high ponytail today, a common style now that she has the means to take care of it properly. The strands are pulled back carefully to accommodate her ears. The fuzzy, little things search for an out of sight Taehyung once she realizes he’s here. He gives her a minute to figure out what she wants to do. With a nervous look at Namjoon, he gives her an assured nod. 

It seems to be all she needs as she moves and hops down with practiced ease. With a look at Taehyung he sees the same nervous expression, giving him a knowing look to show it’s going to be okay as well. 

She peaks around the trunk just as she did when meeting Namjoon, but this time she wastes no time showing herself. She side steps to get to Namjoon’s side, accepting a reassuring hand on her back. 

“Taehyung, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Taehyung.” 

Y/N

She honestly didn’t know what to expect in terms of feelings upon meeting him. There is that anxiety she hates so much, and the impending feeling of doom that she seems to have so much lately- but, there’s something else there. 

He’s pretty, just like Namjoon- he looks nothing like Namjoon, but pretty just the same. His hair is lighter than both her’s and Namjoon’s, a wavy style that seems effortlessly perfect. His ears peak out the top of his light brown waves, camouflaging well into the strands. He’s in clothes that seem to match her’s. Plain, comfortable bottoms and a plain t-shirt under a plain zip-up. His tail catches her eye, swaying effortlessly, lifted and cared for with no thought behind it. She looks down at her own to see it still wrapped around her waist like always. 

She gives him a nervous glance before unraveling it from herself and letting it fall as it usually does. She isn’t used to keeping it up, her muscles ache after those unplanned times it seems to have a mind for itself and sway around with no direction. Even now, she lets it fall into the grass under her socked feet- but it takes tentative swishes around under the attention of Taehyung. 

As she avoids looking at his face to not have to see his reaction to her unsure instincts, she startles at a sound from him. A shocked sound of joy leaves the other cheetah, causing her to look at him and find a toothy grin that stuns her. She looks up at Namjoon who seems to have a very similar expression towards Taehyung. 

“Go ahead.” He gives her a light nudge on the back. 

It’s not disgust on Taehyung’s face. It’s an expression she can’t place, but at least it’s not disappointment. He’s smiling at her so earnestly, she doesn’t think twice about taking the tentative steps to stand in front of him. Despite his now content smile, she can see his details up close. The wetness in his eyes surprises her. 

“Taehyung?” She questions. 

“You’re real.” He says, sounding more like he’s convincing himself than stating it to her. “You-” He lifts his hand to roll a curl of her’s between his fingers, looking at her and watching her in awe. She tries her best not to shy away, letting him search for whatever he needs if it means he’s okay with her. 

“Hi.” She gives him in the silence, hoping she doesn’t sound awkward. Her smile is content under his attention despite not knowing him. With her greeting she takes in his scent, the warm, fresh scent seems to perfectly fit him. 

“Hi.” He responds back, his voice less stable than before. 

Her overthinking in how he feels blocks her instincts. An underlying feeling of want and yearn creeps their way into her muscles. Her own cheetah wants something she can’t quite figure out. Just like in times of pain, her cheetah is responding in a time of want. It’s a new warmth, a new feeling of being heard and understood. 

He’s being vulnerable for her, he’s emotional in front of a stranger when Namjoon said he was usually shy. He’s being sincere- she can try to find a way to do the same. 

Instead of blocking that scary feeling of unknown want, she tries to let it slip out, she tries to show him some part of her he can see as meaningful. To show them both that she’s trying. 

Taehyung

Despite Namjoon telling him that Y/N wasn’t familiar with her cheetah, he can feel it. He can feel a connection of familiarity that he’s yearned so long for. Her pretty ears and tail are just like his. Their patterns and colors so similar. And up close, she’s perfect. She’s nothing he could have imagined. She’s far better than anything he could’ve honestly dreamed up. 

She looks up at him with curiosity that melts him. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable but he needed to touch something, feel her in some way and make sure she was really in front of him. 

“Hi.” She says, her voice uncertain but light. Her uncertainty in it all makes his cheetah want to soothe, his heart hurting at whatever she could be going through. 

“Hi.” He responds, no knowing exactly what she needs in the moment. 

He lets Y/N watch him, search him for whatever she may need. Her ears and tail tell him she’s thinking, looking for what to do and how to act around him. He debates cutting in and trying to be vocal about his intentions, but it seems Y/N decides first. 

With Taehyung’s hand just out of reach of her face, Y/N leans towards him. Her cheek meets his fingers still holding her hair. He drops the strand, letting her move as she pleases. Her soft skin rubs against his fingers- he opens his hand to welcome her more. She takes the offer, fully resting her cheek in his palm, her eyes starting to water. 

Taehyung does his best to take it slow, rubbing his thumb into the top of her cheek with slow strokes. Once she’s okay with that motion, she turns her face into his palm, being able to smell him and now her scent mixed with his. 

“Taehyung.” She whispers, sounding like she’s in pain from whatever she’s thinking. 

“Y/N.”

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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 12 | Love Confessions

You're Not My Secret | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,006 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - High School, Dean Winchester Has Self-Esteem Issues, Castiel Makes the First Move, First Kiss, Making Out Summary: Dean thinks he's an irredeemable bad boy, but Cas knows better.

Repeat Until Death | @huggybearsunshine

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,218 Main Tags/Warnings: Depression, grief, loss, displaced anger, Dean uses his words Summary: 15x3 The Rupture but with a bit more honesty

Belonging | @pluckydean

Rating: General Word Count: 1,300 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-canon, Love Confessions, human!Castiel, disregards 15.19 and 15.20 Summary: It would've been easier if Dean had said what he wanted to say the moment Cas got back from the Empty. Now it feels like every passing minute is another minute too late, and the words are harder to reach.

Manually Disengage | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,192 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Episode: s10e14 The Executioner's Song, Dean Winchester Bears the Mark of Cain, First Kiss, Suffering Dean Winchester Summary: “My garrison was chosen to besiege Hell because of my disciplinary issues, Dean. You need to understand, Naomi and the intelligence division were exhausted by repeatedly reprogramming me over my fascination with and sympathy for humanity. It was a tactical choice.” “To get you outta the way?” “No.” A headshake. “Because they knew I would care enough about a human soul to do the job correctly. They were making strategic use of an unconventional asset. I was commended for it, actually. For raising you almost completely free of demonic taint and also for the meticulous restoration of your vessel. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought I’d be reprimanded for being too late and allowing the first seal to fall.” “Well, look what that got us,” Dean says bitterly. “A bunch’a near-misses for the world ending and now I’m gonna end up turning into a fucking demon anyway.”

A New Hive | @sunshine-zenith

Rating: General Word Count: 3,246 Main Tags/Warnings: Falling Angel Cas, References to Past Homelessness, Protective Dean Summary: Softly, Dean asks, “Well, what happens to her, now?” Castiel uses a small touch of his Grace to rejuvenate the bee so she’s no longer dehydrated or exhausted from her flight. The bee flicks her wings a couple times before taking off again. Castiel watches her, not quite jealous, but still filled with longing as he is reminded of his own wings, broken and flightless. He doesn’t look away as he replies, “There’s that community garden. Odds are, hers wasn’t the only colony in the area. If she’s lucky, she might be accepted into one of the other hives and find a new permanent home there.”

The Confession Constellation | @pointyearedelvishprincling

Rating: General Word Count: 3,735 Main Tags/Warnings: love confessions, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, just two dudes sitting under the stars, maybe they’ll kiss Summary: Something's up with Cas. It's been a long drive, and Dean is determined to get to the bottom of whatever he's done to piss off the angel. On a warm night on an empty road, they trade long-held secrets under the stars.

Downpour | @sunshine-zenith

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,737 Main Tags/Warnings: Self worth issues, Falling Angel Cas, First Kiss, Salt ‘N Burn Hunt Summary: Its raining, its cold, and Dean just wants this salt and burn hunt to be over with. The ghost they're hunting gets the jump on him, but luckily, its Cas to the rescue. Cas, driving his car, illuminated by the rain, and swinging like a badass. The sight has Dean longing to kiss his Angel.

it's golden like daylight | @watchinghimrakeleaves

Rating: Mature Word Count: 3,884 Main Tags/Warnings: Season/Series 10, canon divergent, dean winchester bears the mark of cain, love confessions, first time Summary: While hunting for a cure for the Mark of Cain, Castiel finds release in the arms of strangers. Dean is less than pleased when he finds out.

A Novak Family Reunion | @destielsuperfan

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,453 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Metatron (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, Amara (Supernatural), Naomi (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Hannah (Supernatural), Anna Milton, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Dysfunctional Family, Supernatural (TV) Characters, Heartwarming, Found Familiy, Protective Dean Winchester, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Openly Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Homophobic Language, Castiel's POV, God | Chuck Shurley is Castiel's Parent, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending Summary: When Castiel receives the upsetting invite from his brother, he has to chose whether or not to endure a painfully long Novak family dinner. Dean persuades him that it could be a good idea to attend given their "special announcement" Castiel has yet to share. Cas thinks he is crazy, it's not like Dean hasn't experienced a dysfunctional family dinner with him before!

i fold in half so easily | @autisticandroids

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,806 Main Tags/Warnings: non-consensual voyeurism, hurt no comfort, grieving, cas & jack, dean saves cas from the empty, post-canon, destiel getting together Summary: A study in learned helplessness, set in the Men of Letters Bunker. Cas clings hard to what he has, and doesn't think about what he doesn't.

Stupid | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: General Word Count: 4,831 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Mistaken Identity, First Kiss Summary: Since he forgot his phone at work Dean borrows Charlie's cell to send Cas a quick message. What follows turns his world upside down. (In which Cas thinks he's talking with Charlie and reveals way more about his true feelings than Dean is able to handle.)

Tell Me We're Real | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Mature Word Count: 5,851 Main Tags/Warnings: Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On, Suicide Attempt, Hurt/Comfort, Emotionally Repressed Dean Winchester, Psychological Trauma, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: *You’re not real,* Dean thinks idly. *But that’s okay. I’ll still take it.* “I’m real, Dean,” Cas whispers, so quietly that Dean almost can’t hear him. These words are just for Dean. Sam’s not allowed to have them. “Jack rescued me. Now I’m here to rescue you. Everything’s going to be fine.”

Mine, Yours, and Ours | @huggybearsunshine

Rating: Mature Word Count: 5,982 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel possessing Dean Winchester, consensual possession, angelic grace, hurt/comfort, accidental confession, sharing a body Summary: Castiel is badly hurt, and Dean has to make a difficult choice.

Smoky Mountain Angel | @notastupidbird

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,906 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Childhood Friends, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Dead John Winchester, Grief/Mourning, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Barebacking, Rain Sex, Power Outage, First Kiss, First Time, Marriage Proposal, Love Confessions, POV Dean Winchester Summary: “Hey, uh,” Dean says, clearing his throat. “Thanks for coming up here with me, man. I know you never liked the guy, but ... when I heard you were in town, I....” Dean trails off, not sure where he was going with that thought. Cas looks over at him. “It’s no trouble,” he says. His voice is low and rough, but quiet and gentle in that way it always was before. It’s the same way that used to make Dean’s chest ache. “And I’m sorry for your loss.” - + - After his father’s death, Dean finds himself back in his hometown, once again boxed in by mountains and his own personal demons. When his childhood best friend Cas agrees to help Dean clean out John’s old cabin, the two of them are forced to reconcile old feelings after a thunderstorm leaves them trapped there overnight.

Saharaa | @deanabean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6,951 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Alternate Universe - Western, Drifter CastielHurt Dean Winchester, Starry nights, Campfires, Sunrises, Declarations Of Love, Discussion of feelings, Parent Dean Winchester, Emotionally Competent Dean Winchester, Forehead Touching, First Kiss, Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative Summary: The stars were bright as they were high, the fire was warming the air between them. Castiel doesn't know why or when did this "trip" of theirs first developed into a habit. He also doesn't remember how it went and grew itself into a fully fleshed sacred tradition. but it did, and he is nothing else is eternally grateful for that.

The Eastern Tower | @twinone1221

Rating: Mature Word Count: 10,370 Main Tags/Warnings: Dystopian AU, Canon Typical Violence, Chased through the woods, Headshot, Kill It With Fire, run for your life, broken arm, Tortured for information, Beheading Summary: In the post-apocalyptic town of Bunker Down there are four towers that must be guarded. Dean is 8 months into his two years of guard duty on the Eastern Tower, where nothing ever happens. Cas is a runner that uses the path connecting his town, New Haven, with the Eastern Tower of Bunker Down. As he’s running the path after the first snow of the season he realizes that something is following him. Will he reach safety in time?

The Tempest | @whichstiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,264 Main Tags/Warnings: Shakespeare, Verse, The Tempest, Canon divergent Summary: When Team Free Will learns that Bobby is in Heaven’s lockup, they mobilize to spring him out. Dean knows that nothing is ever easy, which is why he drags Castiel along for a last-night-on-Earth extravaganza just before the heist to free Bobby goes down. That evening shifts their relationship in new and unsettling ways, but there’s no time to explore it. They’ve got a mission. This tale, told half in prose and half in the style of a Shakespearean play, follows our players as they try to enact their rescue. The plan is simple: get in, get Bobby, get out again. When the rescue goes sideways, Dean, Sam, and Castiel find themselves trapped in a version of Shakespeare’s The Tempest - and the world is populated with some very familiar faces.