#I'm supposed to be over the moon with Din

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Sarlacc: * Swallows Boba Fett * Me: *waits my turn*

[haruchi-slit]

JEALOUS, JEALOUS GIRL!

pairing: true form! sukuna x concubine! reader | synopsis: the king brings a girl and it just makes his favorite so jealous! | warnings: double penetration, sukuna 2pps, creampie (?), teasing, switch, lots of kissing, m receiving (blow job), biting (slight?), porn with plot (?), not proof read properly! chi-list

"I'm a jealous jealous jealous girl, if i can't have you baby, no one else in this world can."

you were trapped in this endless circles of boredom since the king left for a trip to China to meet its emperor, it's been months since he left and you missed him so much, you were left with uraume, they're fine to be with, but they're too busy to talk to you, too busy to make small talks. you were completely bored to death, until one day uraume happily announced that the king is coming back, "really he is?" you asked happily shaking uraume's shoulders. your endless circles of boredom will finally come to an end!

"yes, how many times would i have to repeat it for you?" uraume responds with a frown, removing your hands from them.

you were over the moon! you twirled around like you were a teenager getting her allowance

"the kinggg's finally baackk~" you hummed skipping towards your room.

evening rolls by faster than light, you heard the temples heavy doors creeping open, and the king's sorcerer murmuring "Sukunaa!" you yelp, running carelessly to the main entrance. you saw sukuna being escorted by the gaurds, sorceres and servants, you and uraume bowed your heads as soon as you saw him after passing the two of you, you looked up, with your eyes shining as bright as the northern star, smiling from ear to ear. until, you noticed a unfamiliar face, walking behind sukuna a woman who's about your height, brunette hair tickling down her shoulders, wearing a black and red kimono just like yours, but yours were adorned with gold roses and the red fabrics of your kimono were much more bolder than hers, your smile completely dropped as you saw sukuna's hand resting on her head, ruffling her hair, and she seems to love it, your eyebrows were quick to frown as you saw this gesture, you glared at sukuna and the girl with full of...jealousy. you knew that you weren't in the place to feel this, but still.

you learned that her name was qika, of course from uraume, they know everything about the lord's activities. qika is from China, she used to be the emperor's main whore, but the emperor gifted her to sukuna, because she is the only one who knows how to speak Japanese.

"it's pronounced as: i-ka" uraume says, carrying scrolls full of jujutsu in their hands, "anyways, why are you asking and aren't you supposed to be at the dinning room now?"

you rolled your eyes "I don't want to.." you clicked your tongue, "the lord's gonna be upset if you're-" "i do not care uraume" they raised a brow hearing you raise your voice, "are you jealous?" you rolled your eyes and walked out, striding straight to your bedroom, you didn't ate dinner that night you were too upset that the lord brought a concubine even though he could've just declined the offer.

"bullshit" you sighed softly laying in your bed, as you realized that the lord hasn't called you to get to his chambers. you let out a heavy, heavy breath as you rolled over to the other side of your bed, grabbing the soft pillow close to your chest hugging it tightly with a sour look in your face, when you were about to fall asleep, you heard lewd moans and squelchs from the other room, sukuna's room; your eyes shot open as soon as you heard it, 'fuckkk!', you could only thought to yourself as you sit up leaning on your bed's headboard, while you hear them fucking non-stop. "aaa my-my lord!" the woman yelps, you could only roll your eyes and do nothing about it,

you clicked your tongue; pulling your blanket on top of your body, then falling asleep eventually.

after that you were avoiding him the next day, depriving him even from your glance and presence always occupying your schedule with tons of other activities, you were lonely and fucking jealous, as he spends time with his "new favorite concubine", you could only clench your fist and frown your eyebrows, giving qika and sukuna dirty looks, sometimes even mocking qika for her forced voice while working with uraume "awh thaynk kyu my lowrd" you cursed under your breath, "did you said something?" uraume inquired "huh? no what did i say?" you respond with a defensive tone.

sukuna noticed that you were avoiding him. avoiding him in the hallways, dinning room, throne room literally every where, not batting a care for his presence. though, even if you were a brat, he let's you slide, you're still his favorite after all.

"let's see how long that brat's gonna take it. " he thought to himself. and boy oh boy he didn't expect to see you this fucking desperate. maybe he should make you jealous more often.

you're now on top of his lap, with his half naked body, his broad muscles flexing, as you stare at him intently, you just wanna smack that stupidly handsome smirk he has on his face, for fuck's sake you to do that immediately.

"trying to top me? hah...go on princess, I'd like to see you fail, yeah?" he chuckles leaning on the bed's headboard, as you stare at him with lust and desperation in your eyes, he laughed, "did you heard me and that girl yesterday, are you jealous?", he doesn't even know her name... "were you thinking of me while you were fucking her?" you spat back, grinding on his clothed shaft, he paused, in fact, he was thinking of you- , you glide the tips of your fingers on his markings tracing it gracefully you tilted your head to your left, "I'll take that as a yes. can she take you whole? can she grip your needy cock like i do?", you spoke. "cocky aren't you?" he grunts in respond while clenching his jaw, his lower set of hands creeped to your hips, squeezing it like it depends on his life, you continued to tease him, peppering his chest with sweet kisses, he threw his head back as your kisses travelled down to the mouth on his belly, you gave him a quick kiss as you proceed to his clothed cocks, you rubbed his cock slowly with his undergarment on, you held his clothed cocks on your tiny hands while locating the tip of his cocks, he lets out another grunt, placing one of his upper set of arms on your back as the other covered his face, he might not last long, letting you top him, but he loved seeing you on top of him with your alluring demeanor and dominant side it's just different, he threw his head back once more as you took one of his clothed cock into your mouth, as you circled the tip of the other cock with your thumb.

the king lets out heavy, silent grunts as you gave him an unbearable pleasure- to make it worst the fabric on his dick gave so much friction, enough for him to cum sooner, even though he tried his best to deny his climax, he failed miserably as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick cum, while his other cock spurted cum all over his mattress and yakuta, you snickred "what a mess" you glanced at sukuna with flushed face with his hand on top of his lips "bet she can't do that huh?" , his hands still lingering on your body, you smirked before untying your kimono, letting it pool down on the mattress, "you're such a fucking tease aren't you?" he grumbled, while you took his soaked yakuta off his body throwing it across the room, his cock is still hard, even after cumming, "f-fuck" he murmurs as you aligned his cock on your entrance, while you align his other cock on your ass, "you sure you can take all of me?" he let's out a whimpy chuckle, cupping your waist with his large hands, you didn't respond, you were too focused on proving him wrong and that you're better than qika. she was never better than you. you slowly put his cocks in you, your lips gapped as you take him whole, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you whimpered, your gummy walls swallowing him instantly as you collide your hips to his taking him full, from base to tip sukuna swore you almost made him whimper, you paused for a moment before moving your hips- you placed your hands on his chest as you bounced lightly on his cock, with every bounce sukuna tries his hardest to not let a single whimper out off his mouth, he bit his lips so hard it started to bleed, you watched his blood drip down to his chin, you sucked your lips between your teeth before licking sukuna's blood and latcing your lips to his, before letting out a giggle "ooo c'mon cursed king, don't hide those pretty moans, pleasee. for me?" you teased "s-shut up" he babbled as his hands support your hips from bouncing, you'd giggle on his grumped scowl while he throws his head back on the headboard, you could feel his pre-cum dripping from your pussy mixed with your arousal. you continued to bounce on his dick, you'd whimper every time his dick hits your g-spot you nuzzled on the crook of his neck bitting it, out of pleasure, while his cocks penetrate your tight holes...you can feel your climax brewing in your adomen, your bounce getting sloppier as your cunt drip uncontrollably, "hah-mm fuckk..!" you moan as you feel your climax creeping closer, sukuna's cocks throbs with every whimper that came out off your mouth. "fucking woman," sukuna growled, before pinning you down to the mattress "i should make you jealous more often, huh? "he adds putting you in a missionary before tucking your hair to the side so he could see your beautiful face, "you're so fuckin' gorgeous when your jealous, turns m-me on s-so damn much" sukuna grunts without missing a beat as he feels his climax near.

your gummy walls sucking him in with every thrust, your nails scratching his biceps and back, knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets of the mattress, while sukuna buries his cocks in you- "mfmmgh-" you whined before cumming all over his cocks-

"that's right, fucking cum on my cocks...h-hah-"

sukuna moans softly before nuzzling to the crevice of your boobs, snapping his hips to yours once more before reaching his climax, you could feel his cum oozing out off your pussy and ass, the both of you were catching breaths while sukuna's cocks is still intact, he does his final thrust fucking back the cum that oozed out off your cunt and ass, your toes curled while your eyes rolled to the depths of your skull, goodness...

"I'm getting rid of that girl, I'll get uraume to get rid of her... jealous brat."

a/n: idk lmaoo... Don't ask me why i named the other concubine "qika" i just want it to be different and unique haha, i kinda have a neutral feeling abt this cause whenever i proof read it, it sounds cringe and yuckie I'm not good at writing... anyways does anyone wants to be my anon/mutual?

[oneglass-zinfandel]

Movie Night, Cuddle Night

Mammon x nb!reader

Rating: fluff

Length: one-shot

Summary: you watch a horror movie with Mammon but he gets to scared and makes a mess so you switch plans and you fall asleep together

Warnings: None

Note: I was supposed to post part 1 of Buddy Daddies Rei x Babysitter!reader today but I had a bit of a block so maybe tomorrow, also don't question why a movies is online right after it has been made instead of being in the cinema first I don't know either

It was a usual day in Devildom, except you woke up to a notification. It was a reminder you set yourself around a month ago about the new movie coming out today! It was a horror movie called "The Walking Bread" (let me have fun with the name). You were excited to see it because you loved horror movies.

Soon you got up and got ready for the day going the dinning room to meet for breakfast with everyone.

Everyone sat at the table, conversations happening left and right until you spoke your head turning to Levi. "Hey Levi we still watching that movie tonight?" He looked at you confused for a second panicking once he realized what you were talking about. "Oh! Right,.. I forgot about that, i was stayed up to see it the second it came out"

Lucifer looking at Levi shaking his head to himself hearing he stayed up late.

Mammon looked at Levi and spoke loudly as usual "HUH?! You made movie plans with the human? Their supposed to be spendin' time with THE Great Mammon"

Levi looked at Mammon annoyed. You spoke looking at them both "well since Levi already watched it we can watch it together Mammon, although this IS a Horror movie so I'm not sure you could handle it" a small giggle leaving your lips.

Mammon waved his hands around sounding offended " Of course I can handle it! The Great Mammon is not scared of some movie! I'm comin' to your room later and provin' it!"

--time skip--

The night fell as the moon stood proud and bright. You were putting on your Pyjamas, a white two piece with golden bears on it. While you were patently waiting he wasent showing up, instead of texting him you went to get drinks as well as some popcorn.

You came back a few minutes later to see Mammon in your room looking thru your drawers. "Your finally here! What took you so long huh? You dare keep me waiting human?" He said trying to sound annoyed. "I was waiting for YOU, but you weren't showing up so I went to go get some food and drinks, and I got your favorite, your welcome oh great Mammon" You said walking past him to sit on the bed. He looked at your hands noticing the drink you mentioned blushing very lightly by the fact your remembered.

"Whatever, let's start already"

--small time skip-

You two sat the the bed shoulder to shoulder with your laptop on your lap and the food on his. Your drink on the bedside table and his on the bed because he swore "I won't spill it".

The movie was only 20min in but Mammon already got shaken a bit by the light scares.

30minutes passed, the popcorn long gone.

40minutes, you saw a spoiler before watching about a big jumpscare happening some time soon moving the mouse to "check how much is left" but looking at how much longer till it happens. 30 seconds, a small smile crept on your face. "If your Scares Mammon you can cling to me, I will protect you little Demon"

He looked at you for a second with a loud "HUH" and back at the screen saying " I'm not scared, if anything you should cling to me because this is way to Scary for a hum-" He was cut off by a jumpscare as he let out a girlish scream, even you flinched.

You heard a glass fall. Pausing the movie you looked at Mammon's side, the drink got knocked over by his jump on to your bed.

Great.

Mammon looked at the drink and back at you "oops.." You simply sighed putting the laptop down from your legs onto the other side of the bed getting off yourself.

"Yeah this movie is way to scary for you" you said looking for a new blanket in one of your drawers. "…" He didn't try to deny it this time feeling about about spilling the drink.

You cleaned up the mess putting on the new blanket leaving the dirty one on a desk to put to wash tomorrow.

"You know I can watch this alone later, if you want to spend time together so bad we can watch something more your style and maybe you can sleep here for the night" you say hopping to make him feel better about the situation.

"…can we watch that one action movie with the racing you were talking about some time ago?"

"Yeah of course" you said, he leaned his head on your shoulder. Putting your arm around him you petted his hair.

Sure he was a tsundere all the time but he has his soft moments, moments where he stops the act and shoes you how much he truly loves you.

He put his arms around you leaning in,his eyes focusing on the show, but the feeling of tour touch never leaving his mind. 'Warm' he thought to himself.

Somehow he feel asleep even thru the loud sounds of the movie he picked. You noticed eventually, carefully closing your laptop as you moved him to lay in bed with you, spooning him while petting his head.

Your head was on top of his, his face meeting g your chest he brought you closer even in his sleep.

You mean a lot to him.

Anyone else would have yelled at him for that accident but you didn't, you even offered to watch something you probably weren't interested in. You were to kind for him.

A mere human.

His human.

[kittlesandbugs]

BG3: The start of something Characters: Dark Urge (Nox) & Enver Gortash Warnings: Canon typical hints of Durge violence Word Count: 1212 Summary: After being badgered for almost two months, the Chosen of Bhaal agrees to meet with Gortash and find out just what he's about.

"Well. I'm not sure what I expected, but I won't say I'm not pleasantly surprised."

Your eyebrow creeps up as you glance over your tankard at the tall foppish man. His fine leathers declare he'd be more at home with patriars in the upper ring, but the ease of his stance suggests he's just as at home in a dive like this. You give him a wry smile as you rise to greet him, more than a little gratified to find you're half a head taller. When he takes your hand, he doesn't flinch from your dark gaze, and his grip is firm and strong. But there's something about him that makes your hindbrain itch with Father's displeasure. 

Despite the misgivings, you wave the serving girl over to bring him a pint of the same piss you're drinking. She's quick to dart over, flushing at your thanks and coin. You'll have to remember her for later.

"What did you expect?" you drawl as you retake your seat. "A man?" 

"Oh, nothing so droll," he says with a negligent wave of his hand as he slides into the booth across from you. "You know, terrifying horned helmet, spiked plate mail, something to strike fear into the hearts of all who stand before them." Then his voice lowers below the din of the tavern for your ears only. "Someone like Sarevok Anchev."

You chuckle and take another swig of your rotgut ale, giving him a toothy grin in response. Mareth was right. He does know who you are, even if he didn't know what you looked like until now. "Grandfather is not well-known for his subtlety."

His eyebrows raise in surprise and no small amount of awe. "He's your grandfather? Truly?" 

"Not exactly, but..." A shrug as you shake your head. You suppose technically he'd be something more akin to a half-brother? Uncle? Centuries and impurities muddle your relations. Father's lines aren't exactly known for their clarity or linearity. You respect the specter of the past enough to use his chosen title for you and your dear "little sister." But that's nothing this stranger needs to know. 

He huffs little breath of a laugh, dark bottle green eyes crinkling with mirth that ends as soon as he drinks. He winces at the acrid cheap ale. "Gods, next time we meet, I'm choosing the venue."

"What makes you think there's going to be a next time?" you ask, amused by his assumption that this is anything more than a satisfaction of curiosity for you. He's been attempting to get your attention for the better part of two moons, leaving messages with your people. More recently on their corpses, which is what finally prompted you to respond. Killing the congregation is your job. "I don't even know who you are. Or what you want with me, given that you seem to know which master I serve."

His face scrunches up like a fresh worg pup's, offended by the call out of his presumptuous familiarity. His brows knit in consternation, and then he sighs and nods. "Of course, that was quite rude of me."  He clears his throat and straightens his shoulders, offering his hand again. "Enver Gortash. Artificer, entrepreneur," his voice drops again to the level of conspiracy, "and Chosen of the Black Hand."

Bane. That explains the strange feeling that's been crawling under your divine flesh. Your lips curl instinctively in distaste matching Father's, your fist curling around the dagger at your hip as the image of his blooded corpse at your feet fills your mind. He'd make such a pretty one, too. 

Rather than be offended by your reaction, Gortash give a nervous laugh and raises his hands, entreating and placating. "Please, before you cast your full judgment on me, I did not seek you out to rehash a centuries old feud." He's quieter, serious in his claim to neutrality. 

"Then what have you sought me out for?" you growl low, a panther poised to strike. 

"Partnership," he says simply, not balking from your baleful gaze. "My master is almost as reviled as yours, staving off any kind of cooperative endeavors with most other sects. I believe that together we can achieve more than either of us could alone."

Your hand stays and you force yourself to relax. To sit. To breathe. To let him finish his proposition. 

"As a show of good faith, I have some information you may find most interesting, regarding some relics of your bloody sect." The smugness in his voice has returned, now that you've sat back. He fishes a sheaf of parchment from his pocket and unfolds it before sliding it across the table.

An advertisement for a new exhibit in the House of Wonders.  Not a place you generally think about, much less visit, lurking in the under reaches of the as you often do. Your eyes dart across the page, taking in the information. The dark side of Baldur’s Gate.  An anniversary of the Bhaalspawn crisis two centuries prior.  And on display… torture racks retrieved from a Bhaalist coven led by a human Bhaalspawn, Eler Had.  And the bones of a Bhaalspawn kobold, Toop.  You’ve heard tell of both of them, from Sarevok and your butler.  

“How dare they?” you hiss, your fist clenching around the parchment, hard as the set of your jaw.  “We are not some spectacle to be gawked at by cattle.”

“I agree wholeheartedly,” he says with a sympathetic tone, nodding his understanding.  “And I would like to assist you in retrieving these artifacts of your sect.”

"And you're just telling me about this? Just offering to help me recover them because…?  I have trouble believing this is just about making friends.” Your eyes narrow as you meet his gaze, trying to peel your way through the onion of his confident facade. "What do you hope to gain from this alliance?" 

"Well…" He gives you a conspiratorial grin as he leans in close enough for you to smell his sandalwood cologne over the unwashed stink of the tavern. "Let's just say I have some rather lofty political aspirations that would be greatly assisted by the judicious removal of several individuals.  And who better to assist me in this endeavor than one so very versed in the art?"

There's a low thrum of approval deep in your bones. Political upheaval is nothing but beneficial to the Lord of Murder. You feel your lips curl in sync with your toes as you imagine the blood sure to follow. The ruling class of this city is as insular and inbred as your own cult, much as the patriars pretend otherwise. They will not take kindly to this usurper wheeling and dealing his way in. You give him a decisive nod, extending your hand to seal the alliance. If the heist you’ll be planning at the House of Wonders ends up being a disaster, you can exact your retribution later.

He grins as he returns your grasp wholeheartedly with both hands. "Now that we're friendly, what may I call you?" 

"Nox. Just Nox."

"Quite poetic for a Bhaalist," he says, staring into the abyss of your gaze as his grin widens. "I can tell already. This is going to be the start of something truly great."

[engr4veq]

《 The "Ever" to my "Never"

《 NSFW!

warnings ⚠️ : !slight cursing, !fingering, !edging. (I think nsfw says it all)

Pairing: Lady Lesso x !Ever Reader

requested by: @primadonnagurl01

They've always said that evil was supposed to be ugly, but have they seen their DEAN? She's stunning.. infact you two have been in a relationship on the low, because Evers dating Nevers was forbidden.

You got caught up in all your thoughts not noticing how Lesso met your gaze with a smug smirk. She rested her cheek on her palm and stared at you intently raising an eyebrow making you blush and look down.

When you looked back to your food stabbing it with a fork you notice Tedros looking at you as if he wanted to talk to you. You smiled at him and waved he waved back with tinted cheeks. You smirked and giggled as you got up and pushed your chair under the table and walked off into the hallway. Unbeknownst of the same evil dean burning holes into the back to your head.

Tedros got up and walked off into the hallway telling his friends that he would be back soon. He jogged up to you and you heard his footsteps and turned around as he grabbed your shoulder.

In shock your eyes slightly widened and the wind caressed your cheek, spinning to meet his figure.

"Hey.. uh.. I thought maybe you wanted to go and have a little tea near the blue forest entrance.. and talk.." He said taking his hand off of your shoulder and straightened his collar.

"Ofcourse, I'd love to!" You beamed and took his hand that was outstretched to you and allowed his to guide you.

Meanwhile, Lesso was commiting murder to the poor food she had in her plate glaring at it as if it had killed her Mother.

"Lesso..? Why so tense?" Dovey asked smiling nervously at the evil dean as she then glared at her.

"I'm not hungry, Clarissa." Lesso said and almost darted out of the dinning hall. As she walked in the hall the light of the moon complimented her face as she turned to look out of the window. Her nails dug a grave into her palm and her jaw tightened seeing you giggling with Tedros near the entrance of the Blue forest.

"Yes, Yes, it wasn't really that funny." Tedros said snickering.

"But you're laughing!" You said trying to hold back tears and put your hand on the table. Tedros put his hand atop yours and squeezed it making you look down. You felt the stare of someone nearby and looked around you then looked up at the hall after the dining area and saw the shadow leave before you could see the person.

"Hey, I just wanted to say I care about you a lot, and I love you.." Tedros stuttered and looked away.

"Tedros, I only see you as.. a friend.. I'm sorry.." You said trying to avoid tears that could flood down your face in streams. "I have eyes for someone else.. I bet Sophie would like you, yeah?" you giggled trying to lighten up the mood.

Tedros caressed my cheek and chuckled, "That's alright.. I just wanted to get it over with.." He said and stood up as you looked up and him. He offered you his hand and you took it regardless.

The next day, the same event occurred, you hadnt seen Lesso in the room overnight, but you investigated and saw her asleep in her office chair. She refused to sleep in the bed with you? You noticed Lesso glaring at you even when you met her eyes, her knuckles turning as pale as snowwhite's skin making a shudder go down your spine.

Was she jealous perhaps? The thought of you talking to Tedros riled her up? You noticed this before you went to chat with Tedros again, her glare getting more intensive everyday you disappeared after dinner.

After bidding Tedros farewell you walk to the room you and Lesso shared and entered the room closing the door.

"These heels are ridiculous.. Seriously why am I so tired.." You groaned and almost flung your heels across the room before you sat on the bed.

You heard a chuckle in the room but saw no one, the chuckle turned into a dark laugh as you hear the clicking of heels across the room floor. Looking behind you, you saw the devil in disguise, glaring mercilessly at your form as she too climbed on the bed moving towards you as if she were a lioness. You allowed her to crawl to your knees and lean up to your ear biting it slightly making you wince.

《 I have never actually written smut before, I've only ever written, before the smut happens :(

"I see, you like getting off on your jolly good way, and getting distracted by foolish ever boy princes.." Lesso purred in your ear leaning back only to see your red face confusion spread across it.

"You look really red darling.." She teased, her forehead resting on yours gazing into your eyes with a smug smile.

" I- I- you- wha-" You stuttered trying to formulate a sentence blushing even harder if that was possible.

"Aw.. Look at you.. Going all dumb for me.." Lesso almost moaned and targeted your neck as her teasing spot abusing the sensitive area making you claw your hand in her hair.

"Lesso.." You moaned nuzzling your face into her hair trying to suppress the moans that escaped your mouth.

She sat up, both of you at eye level, she took your two fingers and put them in her mouth. You felt her tongue caress your finger tips and yelped. She smirked and took your fingers out of her mouth leaving a trail of saliva and moved her knee in between your legs, denying friction.

"F- fuck" You felt her hand go into your pants and touch you through your undergarments never breaking eye contact.

Her fingers subtly pushed away the layer of clothing, rubbing your folds.

"S- stop teasing.. please.." It was more of a plea than a question.

"I have a feeling you knew I was jealous and still went out with Tedros.. pet.." Lesso muttered taking her fingers out of your pants and and stretching them apart making a string of your fluids stretch across the distance, glaring at you.

"I- I'm sorry.. You cant leave me like this.." You begged your chest heaving up and down as you stared at the smirk on her face.

"Princess, you're going to have to beg.." Lesso said with pleading eyes and pushed you down onto the bed by your shoulders.

"Please.. Lesso.." You said almost drooling at the pressure she applied onto your wetness.

"Please what..?" She started to rub you through your clothes all while smirking.

"Please.. put y- your.. please.. Put your fingers inside of me.. Please my goddess.." You whimpered as she almost shoved her fingers inside of you making you yelp.

She slid in and out at a slow teasing pace fully taking out her fingers and inserting them back in.

"Oh.. Leonora.." You cooed instinctively rocking your hips as she sped up her pace. Right as you were at your peak she fully pulled her fingers out of your dripping wetness.

《 End of nsfw!

You didn't say anything, you just glared at her and faced away from her.

"Fuck you Leonora.." you muttered. She loved it when you used her first name, but when your tone was serious, she hated it.

"Really princess? Just because I denied your release..?" She cooed and looked down at your squirming figure. "You had me on edge when you went out on little tea parties with Tedros.."

You looked up to be met with a menacing glare from the evil dean as she pinched the bridge of her nose seeing your pissed off expression. She took off her coat and pulled you ontop of her. Both of your legs were tangled in hers as she planted kisses on your face making you drift off to sleep with a smile.

[sunlightbabe]

Hi Emily 💕

Congrats on the 1000 followers, you deserve every one of them.

I won't annoy you with my terrible taste in music ... But I love the idea <3

And I'm torn between please make me laugh and break my heart .... So ....

List 1, number 15 and with Thomas. Please and thank you 🥺💕

hi foxy 💛 this is super late but i've always promised to write all the things i have asks for hehe. i hope you enjoy the angst <3

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It's quieter out here on the back porch. Behind you, back inside the house, you can only faintly hear the ongoing party- the din of people talking, people laughing, music blasting on the speakers, too faint to know what song but loud enough that you can still hear the bass through the glass sliding door separating you from all the noise. The view out here isn't so bad, you suppose. The grass is a little overgrown and it looks like the flower beds could use a watering, but from here you get a decent view of the night sky. The stars are nearly twinkling and there's a story-book-esque wispy cloud drifting in front of the full moon. It's relaxing. You're grateful that you're alone-

But as soon as the thought enters your head, you hear the door slide open behind you and the relative quietness of the moment is ruined as the noises from inside filter out and disturb your peace.

Sitting on the steps of the back porch, you close your eyes and inhale slowly. Maybe it's just someone out here for a quick smoke. Maybe soon you'll be alone again-

"Got a light?"

Who knew three simply words would jolt down your spine like an electric shock, stomach dropping. You would recognize that voice anywhere. You've spent enough nights falling asleep to it's late night ramblings, a familiar warmth pressed along your back, a wandering hand trailing lightly down your side and easing you into sleep.

Ignoring the sudden ache in your chest, you turn to look over your shoulder. Thomas is standing there in the moonlight, his slightly too large shirt slipping a little off one shoulder, his fingers nervously tapping against his thigh where his arm hangs loosely by his side. His back is to the door and so it's hard to see his face, to see what he looks like. Maybe it's better this way.

"No, sorry." You can feel the weight of your lighter in your pocket.

You turn your head and focus back on the yard, on the wilting flowers around the porch, on the scattering of trees and bushes at the end of the yard. A moment passes. You don't hear the door open again.

You do hear the creak of wood as Thomas walks towards you and sits beside you- a respectable distance away, as if you were strangers. As if you didn't know how nasally his voice got when he was sick, as if you didn't know his comfort foods or how engrossed in his work he could get, as if you didn't know he was so laughably bad at directions but it didn't matter because no matter where you went, there was always fun to be had, always an adventure waiting for you, always something new and exciting and-

You stop your rambling brain. There's no point in treading such familiar paths, not when you know what lays at the end.

You sit on the steps. Thomas sits on the steps. No one makes a move until-

Until.

".. how have you been?" he asks, voice a little quiet, a little unsure. As if he maybe shouldn't be asking you this. You wish he wouldn't, truthfully, but just hearing him against makes you shift a little more towards him. There's always been something within you pulling you to him and you fucking hate it.

"I'm alright," you lie. "You?"

A moment of hesitation. You refuse to look at him but from the corner of your eye, you see Thomas slump a little, elbows against his knees. You want to reach out and smooth your hand against his back, maybe scratch a little at the back of his neck and into his hairline just like you know he likes.

Your hands clench in your lap instead.

"I'm... busy," he says with a shallow chuckle. "Feels like I can't catch my breath, you know?"

You do and you don't. You haven't been in his place, but you've traveled alongside him. You remember the jetlag and visiting places you can't actually see before heading off somewhere else. You remember the late nights and early mornings and all the work between them both.

Thomas continues.

"I'm grateful, of course. For the chance to... to live out my dreams. I can't imagine me doing anything else- can you?" he asks with a little scoff. He fiddles with the rings on his fingers and you watch him. "It can just be a lot, at times. It's thrilling and I never want it to end but..."

He trails off. He doesn't finish the thought, but he doesn't have to.

It's stressful. You remember the nights where he couldn't sleep, working too hard, putting himself so fully into the music. The closer the deadline, the more stressed he would get. You remember arguments, harsh little comments thrown at each other- Thomas stressed about the music, you stressed about juggling your own life while juggling his, making sure you went to work on time and called your mother and paid your bills while making sure Thomas ate and got enough sleep and-

In the end, it hadn't felt much like a relationship. You had become a burden to each other and resentment had blossomed between you. Neither of you addressed it, not until it was too late, and you wondered how things would have turned out if you had. If you had taken a moment to talk about your feelings, taken a chance to hear each other out, to listen and grow.

There's a cricket somewhere in the backyard, chirping quietly. The song inside changes and you ca hear the party whoop excitedly at whatever song is now playing.

The silence between you grows.

"I shouldn't be here," Thomas says after a moment. "I should be sleeping. We're flying out first thing tomorrow, so..." He shrugs a little and you fight the urge to shift closer, to rest your head on his shoulder.

Things had fallen apart at the end but looking at him still hurts. Being so close to him makes your chest ache and you remember all the laughter and smiles, all the kisses and touches, all the joy between you two.

You bite the inside of your cheek.

"Just another thing to regret, yeah?" he asks with a sad little laugh.

You bite your cheek harder. What else do you regret? Do you regret letting us end? Do you regret letting me go?

So many things you wish you had said, when you could have said them. But that was months ago and you should know better than to dig up the past.

Thomas looks at you, and you look at him. He's waiting for you to say something, you know it. It almost looks like he's desperate for it, desperate for you to actually talk to him, to hear your voice, for you to open yourself up to him, even if it's just small talk at someone's party.

You look away and stand up, wiping your sweaty palms against your thighs.

"... go home, Thomas," you say, fighting the urge to look at him. "Go home, get some sleep."

He says your name, hardly louder than a whisper, and you can feel his fingers brush against yours. You take a step back, then another, distancing yourself from him.

"Leave. Leave before you have something else to add to your list of regrets."

The noise he makes, small and wounded, follows after you as you head back inside. Even the music blasting from inside isn't enough to drown out the way it echoes in your head.

[vellhighbandi]

what is your favourite poem (yours or someone else's)?

also guess whoo!!!

Like how am I supposed to choose one from these awesomely amazing poems I have read over time... Maybe if I hadn't come on Tumblr and my world was confined to books and irl friends I might have a had a favourite. But like. Nikamma Bhai ke baare me to hum bol hi nhi rhe vo alag league me hai apni. And Lilac, Nyx aur Simran sabdo ka kya trishul chala ke ghayal kar jaati mere paas sabd hi nhi bachte. Aur humare kavishab bhaiiiii have you read something from her. Agar inna kaafi nhi tha, to randomly koi aur mutual kuch Aisa likh jayega ki phir chaar din Tak dimaag me kuch sujhe hi na. Favorite kaise chunu yaar main. Okay so there's this child. Like adorable baby (almost 17) that wrote a poem about me. Like she wrote it on my shirt (last da jo shirt pe likhate hai) and it's bloody emotional. Like I know it is not a literary masterpiece, but emotionally that broke me. She barely.knows anything about me outside of school but that girl wrote such a beautiful journey of my school life. Imma have to give it her that poem has to be one of my favourites.

And then one of mine, me konsa mera favourite. Bhai mere saare poems meri zindagi ke kisi na kisi part se inspired hote hai. Like till now all of them have a part of me in them. Slight exaggeration, thora change in story telling but the fact of matter is everything in these poems is me. Like I wrote उमीदें when even with 98% no one in my house was happy. I wrote Lost Soul about the time in 2019 where I honestly was so lost that nothing felt right. किलकारियां was about leaving friends behind andthe friends I had made a long the way. There are like pieces I wrote about when I was suicidal and didn't see a way out, but had to persevere cause I couldn't justify my selfishness in quitting. Ghastly Men was written about an experience almost every female goes through unfortunately. Pain My Partner is a pretty self explanatory title. The Single Leaf was the story of how everyone actually goes through a similar life told in metaphor. Destiny is about my childhood dream of being an adventuring protagonist. Beautiful Right was just me simping over the idea of love. My heart shattered glass was about realising I might never be loved again. And then there was two pieces I wrote about a friend being in a toxic relationship forgetting and worth and finding it all over again. (I'm proud of that one, she cries reading that) Perfect Child is just he Burnt out kid in me venting wishing for something I'd never have. Scars are beautiful is again about scars physical or metaphorical changing how everyone perceives you as. अपना पाओगे the pessimistic in me revealing itself. Kubool ho was a collection of couplets I wrote on demand. Choices is about friendship and the worth of relationships in a world where the concept of it is foreign again a metaphors representation of a part of my life. My Beloved Moon is just be thanking all my people for inspiring me everyday in ways they didn't even know... And Crimson Mistake and The Lunar Loon was all thanks to these two kiddoes I have sort of adopted on here. So all my poems have something about them and I can't exactly choose from them all. Although I gink the first ones I wrote will always be special in some way.

(PS I'm a dunderhead at guessing. Please tell me who are you enough though I wrote a whole damn novel in lieu of a simple question)

[ooops-i-arted]

whichever question you most want to answer for each of them: Alanne, Brizsa, Ika’ika

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Alanne grew up in a reclaimed Mandalore, safe and happy without knowing the loss of culture or fear of genocide that her parents and Grogu experienced. To them, Mandalore was won with blood sweat and tears, a precious treasure to be protected and uplifted. But to her, it's just home. She doesn't have the baggage they do: Cara seeing the garden of lost Aldereaanian flora attempting to be regrown, Din seeing statues and art honoring former heroes, Grogu participating in a Jedi outreach program - to them, all of that is something that was hard-earned and could so easily be taken away again because they've experienced it. She sees it all with unfettered eyes; she's not unaware, but she didn't experience the loss like they did. She just sees beautiful flowers and pretty art and a cool place for her big brother to show off his skills. It makes her feel warm and happy and safe inside with no tinge of bittersweet feelings. She's the kid that always calls home or scrolls the HoloNet for updates on her favorite places when she's been away for too long.

26. What is their preferred mode of transportation?

Once Brizsa got a jetpack she was never going to put her feet on the ground or a train or anything else EVER AGAIN. It doesn't matter she was supposed to accompany Mom and Dad to a Senate hearing and look extra nice and presentable, JETPACK. Grogu has an upset stomach and needs a quick trip to a medic? JETPACK and don't you DARE throw up! Point A to Point B are less than fifty yards away? JETPACK. Mom and Dad grounded me? LOL, JETPACK. Finally got a proper suit for under the armor that seals and is safe for space? I'M GONNA JETPACK TO THE MOON, LEWZERS

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Ika'ika's most favorite way to go to sleep is nestled in a scarf at Dad's neck, soothed by the sounds and physical vibrations of Dad humming. (Din does not mind the tiny claws that leave the tiniest barest scratches all over his neck.) If that is not an option, a vibrating toy and the noise it makes in his crib will also help. He will also accept being curled up in Dad's palm or nestled in blankets (though Din is so afraid of him being smothered this only happens when Ika'ika can run away and find his own blanket nest).

[odetodilfs]

What I write for:

This post is supposed to be for my masterlist, but it needed remaking and the link stopped working anyway.

I will write:

Male reader (and characters obviously) Gender neutral reader Ftm reader (and characters)

I write smut, angst, fluff and drabbles!! (I'll write hispanic reader as well, but 99% of my works don't mention reader's race, but if you wanna request hispanic reader go ahead, I'm hispanic myself :) ) Fem readers can I guess see the fics as long as you don't fetishize the.... though I doubt why you'd wanna read them anyway? (This stops with Silva fics... please don't go on those!!)

Requests:

I'll signal if they're open or closed, but I'll prioritize my own ideas over them.

Please, I beg you on my knees that you say who tops and who bottoms if you do smut, I'll also write switching.

And PLEASE reblog my fics!! It takes two clicks, thank you.

PLEASE use your common logic and don't request disgusting kinks like piss, shit, etc

Kink list here

Fandoms:

Finally, onto what characters and fandoms I'll write for...

Joel Miller (TLOU) (No longer writing for) Agent Whiskey (Kingsman) Javier Peña (Narcos) Javi Gutiérrez (TUWOMT) Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble) Pero Tovar (The Great Wall) Dio Morissey (NYPD blue)

Marcus Moreno (We can be heroes) Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones) Ezra (Prospect)

Silva (SWOL) Steve Murphy (Narcos) Namor (Wakanda forever) Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Santiago García (triple frontier) Steven Grant (Moon knight) Marc Spector (Moon knight) Jake Lockley (Moon knight)

Miguel O'Hara (ATSV)

Jake (SWOL)

Non reader Pairings

Silva/Jake (Strange Way of Life) Poe Dameron/Finn (Star Wars) Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth (The Mandalorian) Frankie Morales/Santiago García (Triple Frontier)

[shirozora-draws]

Round 2 of the weekly sketchdump! God, I feel so incomplete if I don't draw Din at least once every 7 days.

I feel so bad to myself because I'm not bothering to attempt polished art pieces, and then I have to remind myself I'm not even supposed to be drawing right now. These sketches are a compromise, and by golly I need to keep doing sketches in this style. The thought of doodling Mando and OFMD things in grayscale with splishsplash colors is making me feral and I'm supposed to be writing right now.

I've been going feral all day over the helmeted Din with the red scarf doodle, like jfc I love this character way too much. Also, this is the best Luke face I ever drew and I'm so angry because that happens just once in a blue moon.

[townofcrosshollow]

COAGULA - CHAPTER 2

Genre: Post apocalyptic, queer horror

Content warnings: Body horror, PTSD, violence, sexual content

Word count: 1,333

CLICK HERE TO START AT THE BEGINNING

Sloane gathered her meager posessions and told her landlord to fuck off. It was time to enter the city market for hopefully the last time to stock up on supplies with this stranger.

In the harsh light of the desert sun, she finally got a good look at them. Their skin was pale beneath the layers of black fabric that pooled over their bony body. They had these long, well maintained fingernails painted a bright white with black lines down the center, and those lines continued down the fingers as tattoos before meeting at a crescent moon on the back of their hand. Their cracked lips were curled into an almost imperceptible smile- not a sinister one, although it was hard to tell with black cloth draped over their eyes. Layered over the loose mask was a beaded cord with dangling threads along its length, wrapped through holes punched in old world coins. There was a slight jingle while they walked. Like change in a pocket.

Walking down a rickety staircase from the precariously perched building with the stranger in tow, Sloane set off towards the market. The stranger followed her as she weaved between scrap metal buildings and groups of people, climbing up sets of concrete steps and jumping down from platforms. They didn't struggle to keep up despite their unweildy robes. The bullet wound in her side probably didn't help. She could have lost this person in a heartbeat before, but now she was only barely maintaining a pace ahead of them.

As the two ventured through the city, the person shrouded in dark clothing proffered a question. "What is your name?"

"Couldn't figure that one out?" Sloane slowed down a bit, allowing the stranger to overtake her so they could speak more easily. "It's Sloane, no last name. You?"

"I am called Whisper." The stranger paused for a moment, and the rustling of coins clicking together rose over the din of the streets. "I also have no last name, I suppose."

"That a nickname? Or did your mama really name you Whisper?"

"Yes." Whisper did not clarify further, and Sloane did not bother to ask.

The market in here was often crowded, perhaps because it was the only place within half a day's travel to get food and water. Sunlight beat down on the exhausted people, only shielded from it by clouds of dust kicked up in their wake and tattered cloth stretched between tall poles. It shaded the outdoor stalls where folks stood but did little to protect crates full of sub-par looking produce and salted meat from the intense heat. They were all arranged on raised platforms that descended into the center like a bullseye, and Sloane made her way around the outside of the uppermost ring to one store in particular.

The vendor here was a little better protected than the average, his counter formed from a window cut into one of the wooden buildings on this level. An awning in red and white striped cloth stretched out beyond it to shield him when the sun rose. Inside, it was hard to see the stock through the relative darkness, but Sloane knew what it was- all sorts of supplies, everything from fabric to food to weaponry.

Tom was leaning out over the wood counter, giving her a nonchalant stare and barely glancing at the person she had in tow. "About time you showed back up, beautiful. Missed me?"

She rolled her eyes. Every week, this song and dance. It was sarcastic, of course- with her dark skin cracked and mottled with scars and her body stocky and functional, Sloane wasn't winning any beauty contests. Not that she particularly minded. And he was well aware that he wasn't her type, so to speak. "Don't be a smartass. You know I'm not here because of your personality."

The man put on an exaggerated frown. "You only want me for my body?"

Flipping him off, Sloane gestured with her head to her confused companion. "I've got a charge who's in need of some supplies for a pretty long trip. Hoping you can convince us not to shop elsewhere."

"Hello, stranger," Tom called over to Whisper with a salute and a nod. "I am at your service. Your wish is my command. Depending on the wish, of course."

"Do you take shiny objects as payment?" Whisper asked, their head cocked to one side.

Before Tom had a chance to respond, Sloane cut in, shooting him a knowing look. "Yeah, he does."

Tom knew well enough to trust Sloane not to screw him over. "I take whatever's worth money. Whatever I can resell, of course." That didn't stop him from raising an eyebrow at his customer, unsure what exactly her payment was meant to be.

"It'll take a couple days worth of rations to get down to the next reliable market," leaning against the wooden counter to sneak a better look behind the shopkeep. Sure enough, it was still there- gleaming bright in the sun and left in a place of honour on a high shelf, a mahogany and gunmetal sniper rifle. The adjustable bipod, the incredible scope, the suppressor that wasn't shoddily put together out of scrap metal. It was untarnished, like it had been manufactured yesterday and placed up there to be admired. She knew how much Tom was asking for it, because Lord knows she'd asked about it more times than she could count. "How much for the rifle," she muttered again.

He didn't even bother to answer, instead countering it with a fair question. "How much is that charge of yours paying you?"

"They are paying what I charge," she responded. Not inaccurate, but certainly not truthful.

Whisper, hearing this, walked up a little closer to join the conversation. Standing at that counter right across from him they were altogether too close to the shopkeeper for comfort, prompting him to take a step or two back. They reached beneath their robes again to demonstrate the riches they were sitting on- that flickering cracked screen prompted a wide eyed expression from Tom as the stranger muttered, "I am paying her with these. I can do the same for you. They are of no use to me."

Sloane raised her eyebrows at Tom, proposing a sort of 'you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours' arrangement. Get her that rifle, and she'd ensure he got paid adequately. After a moment he piped up, waving the woman back into his shop. "C'mon, show me what you're looking to get and we'll discuss the price once I've got it all together for you." It was a transceparent farce, although Whisper didn't seem to notice. They had started fiddling with a pendant hanging around their neck, ignoring Tom and Sloane completely.

As soon as she stepped through the door back into the shop and out of earshot of the client, Tom grabbed her arm and pulled her close. He hissed in her ear, "What are you doing, taking a job for just a couple? They don't even know what those things are worth. Let's just take 'em all."

There was a long pause, long enough to get awkward and step back and eye each other up. Sloane finally responded. "That's a little fucked up."

"If we don't take them, somebody else is going to."

"Yeah, that's fucked up, man." She eyed the rifle again, stepping a bit closer. "You don't just steal shit from people. Even if they're... weird."

"How is it any different from what you were going to do? Charge them double or triple or who knows how much extra? Is it fairer because you're lying to their face?"

Sloane pursed her lips. She reached up and plucked the rifle from the shelf, hefting it over her shoulder with a defiant glare. "I'll get you one. For this." Turning to walk out, she muttered, "You ain't doing a very good job convincing me not to shop elsewhere."

[grogusmum]

A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 4 Freaking Out, On The Outside

DIN DJARIN X EARTHING F!READER

WARNINGS: Starting to get some angst on the board, panic, mention of loss of a child, pining, idiots who don’t know what to do with their feelings, excessive babbling

WORD COUNT: 3000ish

SUMMARY: In an effort to keep Din’s son safe from Imps and bounty hunters, he sets a course for a faraway galaxy. 

On Earth, Din and Grogu have been taken in by gentle reader, and reader worries about the Crest being found by the powers that be. Din teaches reader how to fire a blaster.

NASA... the smile left your face. Slowly you looked down at your food, with grimace, you gave Grogu most of the food on your plate, having lost your appetite.

You tried to shake the anxiety you could feel bubbling up.

"You two are quiet," Din said, you could hear the difference in his natural voice and the "baby monitor" voice. It was warm, smooth and deep.

You shook your head, angry at yourself. You're getting all... What? Starry eyed for a space man (you internally groaned at your choice of words), playing house with him and his tiny green foundling... when they were in real danger.

"Is everything alright," Din asked, uncertain.

"Yes, I mean, no.... I don't. I don't know."

Din brought the helmet over his head and came into the kitchen, placed his hands on his hips.

"What is it?" He looked at Grogu, who seemed happy, eating the pile of additional food on his plate.

"I-" you started. Mando stepped toward you. You stepped back.

It was the first time he had seen you look scared.

"I wo- won't harm you," Din took his hands off his hips and tried to look a little smaller. You realized how your reaction looked from Mando's point of view, and you hurriedly tried to explain, " no, no, I'm- not, I- okay....why did you come to earth?"

You touched him on the arm, you wanted to make sure he knew, you held no fear of him, that you were not suspicious.  Din looked at your hand, he knew there were pressing matters as to why you were suddenly so anxious... He answered haltingly, “to protect the kid. He is in danger- wanted by powerful people, since I have taken him into my care, I am to.”

"Y- you're refugees…” you squeezed his arm and then released it, “Okay, you know, we don't have space travel like you, we have gone to the moon, big whoop, I guess. And we’ve sent robots to Mars… but, um sorry... we have space programs. Probably still a laugh in comparison. We watch what's going on in space, well - our galaxy... I mean - some of it, oh I don't know!" You sped up, "We have satellites and the Hubble telescope and… I don’t know what all. But what I do know? We are super paranoid. Of each other. We... generally we, I mean, the government… the military, is watching for other countries... territories on Earth, that might be hostile to ours... I’m shocked they didn’t see some blip on some screen, when your ship entered our air-space, blamed Russia and start World War 3…” You shook your head, and your voice was traveling up to a higher octave you reserved for panic, “then there's NASA, um, the national air- aeronautics and space... association? No, administration...I know, I know, I'm babbling. The point is they must know you’re here! There is no way you set your Razor Crest down on American soil, and they don't know!" You took a breath, finally, realizing how you must have sounded.

"I suppose you could just- just- just fly a- away..." You also realized, to your embarrassment, your eyes were wet. Mando's blank helmet looked at you. You felt heat rise in your neck and face. You looked everywhere but at him.

Din wanted to close the distance between you. He tried to step toward you again.

Grogu had been watching and whimpered at your distress. Like Din, he had taken to you immediately and didn't want to see you in pain. You looked at him and were ready to kick your own ass. You rushed to Grogu, passing Din, who began to reach out to you. "I'm so, so sorry Grogu, I must have sounded so frightening." You picked him up, you looked into his eyes, "I promise, I will do whatever I can to keep you and your dad safe." You looked at Din, but your eyes didn’t make it up to the visor, shaking your head apologetically, "I'm an artist, I work at a bar... I don't have any power.” You breathed deep and shrugged “but I promise to help you. For what it’s, worth."

"Why," his question was not suspicious, "you don't- know us."

"I-" you began, "I don't need to. Know you, I mean. You need help. If I can give it, I will. Besides, I feel-" you looked straight into the Mandalorian’s visor and startled him, you were looking directly in his eyes. "I feel like you are finally here, and I didn’t know I was waiting for you... that sounded creepy, I'm being creepy. I'm sorry."

Din wanted; he didn't know what he wanted... he felt the same way. But, while he got the feeling you were one of those open spirits, who treats everyone as family, he was not. When you had tears in your eyes, so overwhelmed with worry and care for his and Grogu’s welfare, it tripped something protective in him. He wanted to shield you, from whatever you fear, to hold you.

"Let’s get my laptop- I mean computer and see about any UFO sighting or,” you said with a mirthless laugh, “ if any wars have started. I- I should have done this last night," you went to the living room, leaving Din with his hand half-raised, as usual, you were muttering to yourself, "idiot, debating over soups... "

Dins hand came down, slowly.  He stood in the kitchen a moment more, trying to get a handle on his feelings, before following you into the living room. You were already sitting on your soft couch. Grogu was beside you, his little hands on your thigh, peering at the screen. Din stayed standing.

"Please," you said gently, “sit. I'm sorry for freaking out. It doesn't instill confidence does it." He did, Grogu between the two of you. Grogu babbled, feeling happier, safe between the two of you.

"Okay, let's fire up the old Google Machine and see what's what," you said to Grogu, who replied, "patu." The child then looked at Din, who shrugged.

"Okay, well, wars would be in the headlines… we will chalk that up as a win… alrighty, U- F- O sightings," you muttered as you typed, "Neeewww Hamp-shire."

You found a sighting from last week, a bright light up Northumberland-way, and two nights ago was an egg-shaped “something” over Epping and only on conspiracy sites... you wondered if that in and of itself suspicious. But you didn't quite know what to do with your suspicion, you thought it’s probably on "the dark web"... but you weren't even sure how to access it.

While making lunch, you joked you needed to reevaluate your life... apparently you were supposed to be ready with computer hacking skills for extra-terrestrial refugees, not homesteading skills for the zombie apocalypse. When Mando only looked at you with a tilt of the helm, you decided Seamus had gotten it, and thought you were a riot. You also told Mando you would probably need to go to the market for food soon. Din apologized and you brushed it away with a dismissive wave and a “pshht!” 

Din thanked you for the meal from the other side of the door, explaining they don’t get much in the way of real food, mostly reconstituted meals and ration bars. The Child had much more to say on the subject, he almost danced in his chair and babbled happily. You took his little hand in yours, your eyes suddenly glassy, you bit back the swelling emotion. He stopped and looked at you with his great soft dark eyes with some concern. You smiled at him warmly, he then closed them contentedly, humming.

After eating, Din and Grogu had gone for a walk, back to the Crest to get some supplies. You sent Seamus with them. Din didn't really know why, but the dog was good company, so he went with it. He went up the ramp and got Grogu’s pod, the blue blanket from Sorgan, and his beloved silver ball. For himself he packed a few changes of underthings and clothes... he looked in his weapons cabinet, it felt strange without them, but wondered if it would be poor manners to bring an arsenal into your home... he grabbed his toiletries and decided he'd figure it out later. It wasn't far and it wasn't like he was unarmed. He looked longingly at his amban rifle... he decided to take it with him. Seamus was in and out and around the ship, sniffing and quietly vocalizing. 

Din placed Grogu in his pod and headed down the ramp, setting the security protocols from his vambrace. He looked at the trees, the leaves red, gold, and some mixed with green. He listened to birdsong and the scurrying sounds of small animals in the underbrush. He could smell the pines and wood smoke. Grogu watched his father and copied him, listening and watching, he liked Earth, at least the "New Hampshire" part. Din did too. Especially the Juniper Cottage part.

You could hear Seamus' happy bark as they neared the garden gate, announcing their arrival. "Mrrah," Grogu informed his dad as he reached for the hens as they clucked and pecked around the yard. Din huffed a laugh and set him down so he could visit with them. The little one followed them through the clover and grass, they picked up their pace, and Grogu tripped. The Rhode Island Red, Clara, turned and came back to him, and he reached out and touched her fluffy feathers, cooing, delighted.

"Be gentle," Din reminded him.

You came out to meet them, the cats at your heels.

"Get what you needed?" You looked at the floating pod, the haversack, your eyes landed on the long rifle, then looked at Din.

"Do you have a safe place for this?"

You showed him to the coat closet under the stairs to the attic.

You continued to look at the door, after the rifle was stowed away behind it, you reached up to a sliding latch near the top of the door and engaged it. You had never had any type of firearm in your home. Living in such a rural area, you knew many hunters and were not opposed to eating the venison your friends shared, frankly, you preferred it to meat from the grocery. But this felt different, it felt strange.

"Are you alright?" Came Mando’s voice through his helmet.

"Ah, yeah." You said still looking at the closet. "We should get outside to Grogu and the ladies."

Din looked at the closet door as he left the living room.

"Sometimes, when someone learns to use a weapon safely, they fear it less," Din said quietly.

You watched Grogu sitting with all the hens, Clara on his lap, he was thrilled. You smiled, Din smiled at you, then followed your gaze and chuckled.

"Mando, I'm sorry. You are in a strange place, and I have informed you that it could be dangerous for you. You have every right to want to be prepared to protect you and yours."

"Thank you."

"I set my phone… it’s um like a communicator? And a little computer, to notify me of any reports of sighting in the area, I kept it a wide circle. Surrounding states as well as New Hampshire... just to be safe, I mean, it's not like you just dropped straight down... right?"

"Well, I used the hyper-drive to get us well within your, what did you call it air- space?" Din explained 

"I don't know what that means... like warp-drive? That's Star Trek, forget it," you shook your head.

"Well, it’s untrackable in advanced galaxies- it can a little dangerous to go in or out of it while in a planet's atmosphere. But it can be done, I almost-" Din did something between a sigh and coughed.

"Almost?"

"We- I... almost landed on your Juniper cottage because of it," Din said it like it was a confession.

"Oh! Well. You didn't so, yay."

"So- you wanna shoot a blaster?"

You laughed, "Gods, yeah!"

You got the feeling Din liked the idea of teaching you. As he set up a space that would be safe to have target practice, you offered to try putting Grogu down for a nap. You had trouble separating him from his new friends, the chickens, but all the fun had worn him out. You brought him into his and Mando’s room and closed the curtains. You started singing a gentle song, about lovers, dreamers, and rainbows, swaying with the music. When you reached the bridge, your voice hitched, "…all of us under its spell, we know that it's probably magic..." a tear slid down your cheek as you placed Grogu in the cradle and turned on the baby monitor.

"Sleep sweet, you little green jellybean" you murmured as you slipped through the door and into the kitchen. Mando was standing right in front of you, you jumped.

Din grew up listening to ballads and anthems about great warriors, sung in baritone. He decided this was why he was so captivated by your voice, it wasn't particularly high, only comparatively. But it was sweet and lilting, and you seemed so at your ease and confident. He had heard the emotional break too, after you got over being startled you looked into the visor, how do you always find my eyes? Din could the tear still on your cheek.

"You’re crying."

You wiped the offending tear and shrugged. Quietly leading away from the door. You didn't speak until you were almost at the front door, "it’s fine, are we all set?" You weren't sure you'd be able to just change the subject twice.

"Yes."

You walked beside each other in companionable silence. Din took the lead as you got closer to the ship. In the clearing he set up a couple targets, ten yards from the Razor Crest, he had taken some durasteel sheets that were stored in the hull and painted a large X on them.

"I figured it might best out here," Mando said.

You turned off the monitor, knowing was out of range.

"What do I do?"

He had a smaller blaster he had taken out of the Crest and showed it to you. Just as you had taught him to make kindling, he explained the parts of the blaster, how it worked, and then demonstrated. You jumped a little at the sound and flash. He switched  the lock on and handed the weapon to you, "show me your stance."

You stood, legs about shoulder-width apart, doing your best to copy the stance Mando used. You placed one foot back, then bent your knees.

"Very good," Din praised. He stepped behind you and his hands came out to touch your hip and back but he stopped.  "I- can I, touch you?"

You knew that this was completely innocent, but what felt like a live fish in your belly thought different and flipped. You told the fish to stop it, and you told Mando, "of course." He placed one hand on your hip, the other on your back, and indicated moving so your bottom was out a bit, and your back leaned forward a little.

"Nice," he said. Your face warmed. "Do you remember where the lock is?"

You showed him.

"Yes, switch it off, and hold it with two hands for now, and aim," he directed. You and your tummy fish noted his hand was still on your back. You did as he directed. "Both eyes on the target and squeeze the trigger."

Your eye line was right over the blaster, whether you thought it would help or not really, you let your breath out slowly, as you squeezed the trigger just as you would when you loose an arrow.

You hit the target, not a “bullseye”, but not bad. Din rubbed your back, and then seemed to realize it and patted it instead, "G-good job."

You hopped on the balls of your feet, pleased. Beaming at him.

There was a huff of laughter, "wanna try again?"

"You bet I do!" You went back into the stance Mando taught you. You looked at him, and he nodded. You slowed yourself down, breathed, and squeezed.

You hit the target, this time well inside the X. Din was impressed, he had you practice several more times. You were consistent, so he had you try one-handed. After three attempts you laughed and declared it a disaster, missing entirely two of the three times. Din chuckled. You walked up to it, touching the scorch marks on the tree where you missed. Din joined you, “what is it?”

“I, um, I’m just thinking about, the blaster, um bolt? And the damage it can do, and bullets and guns… the weapons used here…I’m sorry.”

Din watched you, you were looking up at the tree. You had apologized to the tree. He could not describe how your contemplations made him feel. But he knew something about you kept pulling him toward you. Your sweet songs, your sincere commitment to helping them, your “breakfast”, and even the voicing of your many meandering thoughts… but what would you think to know he is a bounty hunter. That as a Mandalorian, weapons where a part of his religion, and for reasons he couldn’t fathom… dank ferrick, he hasn’t known you a full rotation… he feared disappointing you.

“I am, I-“ Din didn’t really know what he wanted to say, which was very uncomfortable, and unlike him, well- that wasn’t true, if he didn’t know what to say he kept his mouth shut, and that was fine with him. But he wanted to talk to you, and fight through not knowing, and that was unlike him. He touched your hand that still rested on the tree, “I do a lot of damage.”

You looked into the visor, into his eyes though you didn’t know it. “Well. I- didn’t think you were covered in armor because you were an architect.”

Din laughed. Really laughed, partly because he realized he was holding his breath awaiting your verdict. He released your hand, you could still feel the tingling warmth. You slid the safety on, turned the blaster barrel away from Din, and handed it to him.

“Thank you, for teaching me,” You said quietly.

“You’re welcome.”

After closing the Crest up for the night and setting the security protocols Mando joined you as you headed toward the trail and made your way up to the cottage. As Mando walked beside you, he sighed, the silence felt different. Like there was something he wanted to say.

“I can hear the gears turning.”

“What?”

You chuckled, “you’re thinking very loudly.”

“Did- you lose a youngling?”

 Part 5

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W-wait you kidnapped, Jareth?

Obi-wan x reader

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Summary: Dropped into a strange world, pretty much on to a Obi-wan's lap, only for him to take pity on you. What a pity...

Word count:6237

Warnings: Kidnapping of a non-starwars character, tight pants wearing person.../ tight pants/ references to something under tight pants. Post Padme and Anakin reuniting. Some language. Age gap.

Okay, so maybe you had been in another dimension, with no intention,with a bit of a mind flip, you're into the time slip. You don't know how it happened one minute you was  sleeping, having one of those dreams when you are falling but you couldn't wake up, until you had shot awake from painful landing.

Well, the landing wasn't painful, two points of impact, under your legs and on your shoulder blades. Opening your eyes suddenly, to see a auburn haired man, his eyes bright, as they starred into yours, yes he was handsome. Some sort of cream wrap tunic, dark brown shirt underneath, hiding his chest. It was hot, very hot, how was his face no sweating, your arm now around his shoulders to prevent you from falling. No doubt your face showed shock.

"Who are you?!"

What else was you supposed to say, other than 'where am I?' It was not long at all before 'Obi- wan' the man who had caught you had taken you to some green guy called Yoda. Aliens, you would not have guessed it, well most people know there are actually aliens, there are so many galaxies. There was no earth in the place, so they had concluded it be some sort of bigger power had brought you were.

Yoda seemed nice enough, basically the Lady Galadriel of this place, insuring you that no harm would come to you. Of course, he had put the top Jedi on the job, Obi-wan, why did you have to put with the handsome ones, you'd end up red faced even if he looked at you. If he wasn't a nice person then he would've just dropped you.

In the short time you had been in this place, you had wondered why you had fallen in this place in your shoes. However, that is irrelevant, you had learnt about Jedi and siths, typical good guys versus bad boys. Not bad boys...not yet, of course I'm thinking about Din Djarin,well he's not evil.

Yoda did have a lot to say, except oh yes just so you know you've just been dumped into a foreign universe and now you are going on a space ship. You had been given a bag, with sets of clothing for you as well as some other supplies. Obi-wan being himself, not that you knew his regular behaviour, took your bag, when you were both walking towards the ship. Not that it was in view not yet.

"W-wait, so we are going into space?" Your voice laced with panic, as you speed walked next to Obi-wan to keep up.  He had let out a deep chuckle.

"Where else would we go, little one?"

"Uhm, literally anywhere else, do I not get food before we leave? I just got here! I'm starving."

The ship, now in view, was it floating? Was it just on a platform? Nope it was floating, did you just the force to do that, like an elevator? Looking at the Jedi, grinning as you both got closer and closer to the ship.

"It's not that bad, I won't let anything happen to you, nothing will if I am the one steering it anyways..." Obi-wan whispering last bit, but you still heard him, brows scrunching toward, who else would be piloting the ship? You? Never.  That when you saw him, stood on  ramp of the ship, assuming he was waiting for you and Obi-wan. His hair short, light brown and spiked. Was that a rat tail? Oh gosh. He was cute, but you could tell he was trouble.

"Oooh, Master, I thought you said no attachments." Obi-wan had scoffed at the boy, as you both got dangerously close, the boy looked at you with a smirk, his cheeks bunching up like a clown. That he was indeed.

"This is Anakin, Anakin, Y/n, she will be coming with us,"  Obi-wan looked at Anakin who still was looking at you, only at his master briefly. When he did Obi-wan's face could only be described as that face off Zoolander, Blue steel. Why was he pursing his lips, was he expecting a peck or was that just his stern face?

Of course when you held your hand out to shake his, he had took your hand in his pressing his lips to your knuckles. You looked at Obi-wan wide eyes, was this legal? Was Anakin even an adult? Only just, but still, he was not your type.

"Anakin, that's enough, what have I told you?" Pulling Anakin from you , pushing him into the ship, Anakin turns his face to you sending a cheeky grin. Only for Obi-wan to give him another shove out the ship. Obi-wan gesturing you for you to get on before him, with a small smile. "Thank you."

You weren't sure where you were going, hell, you didn't even know what planet you had just been was, but now you say in a seat gripping it, as Obi-wan began to pilot the ship, is that what it was called? Was called something different? You weren't sure, all you knew is this was scary. If you crashed there was little chance of survival, there's no oxygen in space.

Anakin sat next to Obi-wan, both focused on the darkness in front of them. You sat on seat that you could only describe as one of those joint seats at the back of a bus, an British bus. Maybe it's the same for different countries? The chair against the wall, you had strapped your bag down in the seat next you , as well yourself.

You had completely forgotten that you were wearing a baggy t-shirt with trousers, and shoes. That night you must've been so tired that you didn't change, you don't know what happened that night.  You must've looked very out of place, especially with what you had seen everyone else was wearing. Why were they all dressed as Jesus? You were surprised they were surprised they weren't wearing sandals.

"So, where are you from?"  Anakin had spoken gently not taking his face from his position, had made you snap out of thoughts.

"Y/h/c." You weren't sure if he meant planet, you had just stuck with your home country. Anakin had clicked his tongue, thinking, before he could say anymore Obi-wan had stopped him.

"She's not from this galaxy, Anakin." Obi-wan spoke like Anakin was supposed to know that, well you was wearing a shirt that literally had Keanu reeves face on it.

"Well then, how did you get here?"

"I was sleeping in my bed, and then I was falling somehow, whoa Obi-wan happened to be standing below me, and caught me, the end." Anakin had let out a loud snort turning to his master.

"No attachments, well, Master, if I didn't know better, I would say this was the beginning of something that was meant to be."  You swear you saw Anakin raise his eyebrows at Obi-wan, though you couldn't see properly from sitting behind.

"Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth." Why did that sound so familiar... Obi-wan was harsh to his Padawan, he didn't seem to be repulsed by you, maybe he felt uncomfortable by the tone of Anakins voice. W-wait did he just quote Gandalf?

After that everything was silent, for a while anyways, Obi-wan soon told you to go to the bathroom thing in the ship, you had already forgotten what he called it. Informing you that you should change into a set of clothes you were given; so that you would not stick out.

Clothing choice was good considering; you didn't know where you were going but you were glad you were given trousers for walking. Especially what you had been heard, you did not fancy being killed because you had tripped on the dress you were wearing.

The only reason they had took you to this planet was for them to negotiate with someone,  you could swear you saw one of them talking to someone on a hologram, why didn't they just do that. When you did arrive, you had to walk far into town. Security reasons, but the ship stood out more on it's own.

You were definitely not expecting to end up in pub, where else would they find a bad guy. It wasn't high tech like you had thought, it was a tavern, old fashioned. For a hot climate the bar was quite cool.

Strange that Obi-wan had made you sat at a table alone, there was a open space, you assumed for dancing, sat at a booth, you had perfect view to the little stage. Though there was no one there. Obi-wan and Anakin had went searching in the bar for the man or woman , or them, you weren't sure. You didn't understand how it was safer for you to be alone.

Twiddling your thumbs bored, the chat of bar was considerably low, it had already began to get dark. Soon enough the pub would be packed. You hadn't seen the man make his way on stage, standing in front of a microphone, while a couple of other people set up behind him. He did not look the band sort, but those other men were there to play the instruments, since there was only one mic.

It was only when the music began to play did you look up, a skinny man, stood at the microphone, his eyes the brightest blue, though his left pupil bigger than the right. His eyebrows had no ends, eyeshadow flicked up into an wing , the end facing his hairline, his cheekbones clearly highlighted. His hair huge , blond, long as well as being a mullet.

His shirt crisp white,with a leather brown vest, his sleeves puffy. The vest only went above his hip bones, beneath that was some very tight pants. They were almost leggings, the grey clearly presented his package. The boots what a slight heel on them reaching up his calves.

This man was clearly handsome, but he reminded you so much of Bowie, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky

Within your eyes."

His gloved hands on the microphone, as your eyes were glued to him, his eyes gliding over the bar before meeting yours. His eyes eyes latching onto y/c ones, a grin spread across his face, showing his slightly croaked teeth. You quickly looked around making sure he was looking at you, glancing at Obi-wan and Anakin who were busy arguing.

"There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast

In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon"

As your eyes went back to the man, his position now moved, instead of a microphone, he had a mouth piece, a few people waltzing together on the now on the empty space from earlier, but now it wasn't empty. Your heart raced as the man continued to sing, heading your way slowly, dancing with others as he did so.

"Within your heart

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all"

You don't what possessed you to stand up, but you did. Your feet pulling you towards the dance floor, a smirk upon the mans face as he saw you approaching him, you had blinked and with that he had disappeared. Your eyes searching the crowd, he was still singing.

"But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love."

You were feeling embarrassed when you could not find the man, especially being on the dance floor alone. You had almost had a heart attack when someone had placed their hand on your arm. Turning around you were face to face to the grinning man, offering you his hand. Your hand in his gloved one, the other on his shoulder, his on your waist.

"I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now

We're choosing the path

Between the stars"

Smiling up at the man, you felt like nothing else matter, as you waltzed with him, your movements so smooth that his hair didn't even know. Maybe he wore a lot of hairspray. Your eyes never leaving his, you couldn't remember knowing how to waltz.

"I'll leave my love

Between the stars

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling-"

What you did not notice was the two Jedi's calling your name, as they searched for you, only for Obi-wan to lock eyes onto you, getting Anakins attention, as he sighed. One rumb of the moustache and both of them started heading your way.

Jareth at eyes finally left yours, he had stopped singing, he had not let you go though.

"What are you doing, Y/n?" You had instantly unlaced your hand from the man, turning to face Obi-wan's disapproving glare, Anakin sniffled under his hand, glad he wasn't getting in trouble...again.

"Dancing?" You had even had a second to react when Anakin had stroked his moustache again, and the man was cuffed. Pulling you gently by the arm, you all made your way out of the bar, no doubt that was embarrassing. You had accidentally gotten the guy captured because you danced with him. Then again, Obi-wan would've spotted him singing as well, so maybe it wasn't your fault. Little nervous to why they wanted him, hopefully not for murder.

Once you did make it back to the ship, Anakin was to fly the ship, while the strange man  sat next to your bag, and you next to Obi-wan across from him. 

"I don't understand, I'll did was dance with him, he didn't try to kill me, so what's the problem?"  Obi-wan scoffed, staring at the man, not turning to even look at you.

"The problem is that he kidnaps children."

"No, I take the unwanted ones, those that are wished away." That sounded familiar, the hair, the pants, the David Bowie everything, it was clear who this man was.

"Ben, you can't speak him like that, do you not know who you have captured? He's Jareth, the goblin king!"  Jareth had just smirked at Obi-wan, quite frankly the outburst had made Obi-wan jump. No one called him Ben.

"W-well, I've heard stories of The Labyrinth."

"I'm sorry, how did I not see it before, the hair, the music, the very tight pants , the-"

"Why were you looking at his trousers?" Obi-wan now had turned to face you, his eyes eyes searching your face for answer, his voice stern, your face blushed. You really needed to stop talking about pants all the time.

"Do you want her to look at yours instead,Master?"  Obi -wan had choked his bearded face reddening. His eyes now off your face.

"Oh, I've already looked, what about some tighter pants , I must say you have lovely arse though." Placing a hand on Obi-wan's lower thigh, if his face was red before it was now, he couldn't look at you. A gentle squeeze of his thigh, and he had to excuse himself.

Once Obi-wan was out of ear range, the three of you laughed, though Anakin hadn't seen nor knew what tipped Obi-wan over the edge. However, Jareth had smirked at you, he knew very well what you had done. You had barely had known Obi-wan for four days, and he already felt like he was breaking the rules.

It was very clear why Obi-wan actually left the room, his trouser were now tight on him.

"So, love.."  You were surprised, obi-wan had taken the cuffs off Jareth in the ship and left him with you.  One of his legs , thrown over the end on table, as if it was an arm of a chair.

"Stop that." Anakin's voice stopped Jareth saying anymore.

Before you knew it, you had been talking to to Jareth the whole journey back, Obi-wan had came back shortly after; sitting next to Anakin. 

It was not like you had anything better to do other than speaking to the fae, Obi-wan just criticising Anakin. 'He's overly critical.' What do you want Anakin, a kiss on your cheek, oh sweetie you are doing absolutely amazing at killing the guys on our side.

Stepping out of the ship, Jareth now singing another song, like he was in a movie or something. You had caught eyes with about her man in robes, another Jedi. Hold on, that couldn't be Samuel L Jackson?

"Hey, Jareth?"

"Yes, love."

"Can't you just magic yourself out of this situation back to the your castle?" Jareth's hands weren't cuffed still, he had turned his face towards you with a grin, looking back at him, you felt bad he was only helping he wasn't killing people or anything. He was a lovely guy.

"Yes, I can, I was just waiting for a kiss goodbye." Pointing to his cheek, your pinks slightly pink as your pressed a kiss to his soft skin. With that you had pulled away, one last smile, he had turned dramatically, spinning his cape with him, glitter flying everywhere. Off flew a a light brown owl. He was gone.

"Mother fucker." Your lips turned up slightly trying to prevent a grin, as you turned back to the Jedi's that did not look impressed. Well, Anakin he did not care he just smiled, knowing you were probably were going to get in trouble. You literally didn't even do anything, all you did was kiss the mans cheek.

"What did you do?" Obi-wan eyes on you , his words  like a sharpened butter knife, you could say unnatural...even supernatural. This hands on his hips, pushing his robes back.

"W-what? Me? I told you he was bloody magic ;but no, you didn't listen."

"Control yourself, now come, Master Yoda requests all of you." Did he just tell Obi-wan to calm himself , he just called Jareth a motherfucker. 

The meeting with Yoda, Windu  and the three of you, wasn't with the Jedi republic. According to Yoda, this matter wasn't of importance, he didn't expect You'd been able to hold Jareth for very long. Master Windu, didn't give no shits, he was disappointed.

It wasn't like he killed a bunch of kids, not like Anakin was going to. Not just the men, but the woman and the children too. Jareth basically had loads of Goblin children living their best life's in the goblin city, that wasn't threatening. So, the Goblin king got away, why don't you go kill bloody Palpatine.

The next few weeks were not as eventful, stuck in your room bored, it was awkward to go out you didn't know anyone. Especially not Obi-wan you were pretty sure he hated you at the moment. You did not want to have to get involved with him and Anakin training. Exercise...no thanks.

You really did feel bad for how you acted towards Obi-wan, he was a Jedi you couldn't touch him like that. So, when he turned up at your room in the evening, with your dinner, it was surprising. Normally you'd get brought to dinner by one of the younglings.

Obi-wan stood in front of you with a small smile as he held the tray. The tray with two plates of dinner.

"O-oh, hi," pulling the door open with the door handle allowing Obi-wan into your room, before shutting it behind him.

"I thought maybe you wanted someone to eat with you," He did not expand further. Obi-wan was a kind man, he took a pact basically to have no family no nothing, just to protect the galaxy. With a high chance of death, he was a noble man, you couldn't think of anyone you knew from back home that would do that. You should not have gave him a boner.

Placing the tray on the table within your room, but instead of sitting down, he had lifted the whole table towards the balcony. Obi-wan has , went to Yoda before coming to your room, stating this was strictly professional nothing more. Yoda had just laughed. "Dine with her , you will."

Seeing what Obi-wan was doing, you had grabbed a chair too, onto the the stone of the balcony. The view of the planet, Coruscant was not the best, but it was better than looking at a wall. Ten again you'd be eating in a moment so you wouldn't have to look at either. Fresh are was good though.

Sitting down at the round table with Obi-wan was weird, you really felt guilty for your behaviour it was eating you up, whilst you both ate your dinners up. Looking up to Obi-wan, his eyes fixed to his plate as he struggle to cut a potato, his golden hair tucked behind his eyes.  Orange light from the setting sun shined into his hair, as well as his cheeks, his eyes glistening.  

"The way I acted on the ship, was completely inappropriate, I am so sorry, there is no excuse for my behaviour.  I admit I'm glad you are here now. I don't expect you to forgive me."

Obi-wan's eyes now looking back into yours, his eyebrows frowning together slightly, his knife and fork on his plate, as he lent back in the chair. Rubbing your sweaty hands along your trousers roughly, a small laugh let his lips.

"I must have missed something, you complimented my behind and squeezed my knee. That's hardly anything to apologise for, if anything I would've expected an apology for not listening to my orders."  That guilt did seem to fade away, mostly. Your cheeks reddening, as Oni-wan continued to look at you.

"I'm sorry for not following your orders, especially when in a pub on a strange planet."

Smiling at each for a moment before going back to your dinners before they got cold.  Not speaking fully until you had both finished eating.  

This became a daily occurrence for weeks, then months. You were still not returned home, you were stuck. You didn't feel alone not like you did when you first arrived. You did miss home very much, but nothing could be done about that. 

Sometimes, sorry, every time Obi-wan went out of Coruscant you went with. Even if it was dangerous, either you'd stay in the ship or simply go wherever with him.  It wasn't hard to see how close you had gotten to Obi-wan, the Jedi council did not like it one bit, not that you knew that.  Obi-wan had insisted that he had been assigned to protecting you and that was what he was doing. Not that was far from the truth.

No attachments, Kenobi? Okay.

What makes matters worse you had no currency, it wasn't hard to guess who would supply you with clothing's such. Obi-wan would take you to the market to buy you anything you needed. In return, well, there wasn't much you could do, certainly wasn't safe for you to go off on your own, especially not being from this universe. So, you just kept him company.

Anakin being Obi-wan's padawan he came along too, not to the market but on missions, but that was obvious. You had felt like a burden , you really did,  being reassured you weren't, Obi-wan had given you a role. A purpose. You were their healer.

Not Obi-wan purposely getting small injuries, he'd argue wit himself and sometimes Anakin, that it wasn't on purpose and if it was it was only to make you feel like you part of their team. Not that Obi-wan longed for the soft touches of your skin on his.

However, he was not expecting you to get hurt, no he would not have, he had sworn to protect you and he had failed. You had arrived on this strange planet for 'negotiations' for this clan to basically team up with the republic, but Darth Maul had gotten there first. Of course, you had been kidnapped, since Obi-wan told you to stay in the ship.

Darth held you off the floor by the back of your neck, holding the lightsaber out ready to kill you, not really just leverage. Obi-wan and Anakin in front, they really had no plan. Well, Darth Maul almost stabbed you, but you had the higher air and took a blade from your pocket and stabbed yourself. Blood pouring out of your Abdomen, as your eyes watered, your throat blocked up.

Dropping you to the floor, Darth Maul had laughed. "Oh, I like her." Obi-wan did not like that at all, seeing you face down on the cold floor him an Anakin activated their lightsabers.I could describe the whole fight sequence, but you already know Darth Maul wiggled himself out of that situation back to the Sith, not surprising, you wouldn't remember anyways, you had passed out.

The clan now on the republics side,  only because the Jedi's had saved them and promised protection.

Obi-wan had carried you back to the ship with Anakin, who began to start the ship. He felt guilty to wake you up, he would rather stitch you up when you were unconscious.The thought of hurting you plagued his heart, maybe he should get Anakin to do it. No, he couldn't go through with someone else hurting you.

Grabbing the medical kit, Obi-wan had made his way back to the bed, your body still, he would've been happy if this was Anakin. The thought crossed his mind, to stab Anakin, so he'd bloody shut up. Our tunic now drenched with blood, he could clearly see the tear in your shirt. He was not going to wake you , deciding just to cut a square out of your shirt.

You wouldn't be surprised if that shirt wasn't fashion back home, you know people wearing bandanas as shirts, here's what hot now, reveal your hip and your abdomen with a square hole! Who knows, I don't know anything about fashion, except I dress like David Bowie. Shut up , no one cares.

Your face was already laced with cold beads sweat, like Obi-wan but he felt like furnace, his long hair pushed back, his lips squished together as he grabbed the anaesthesia, pulling up your sleeve carefully before injecting it quickly. Then he had gotten to work, soon enough, you was stitched up.

Only problem was, that Sith had damaged the ship, so Anakin only got the three of you so far before having to land on freezing planet. But, it gets better, Anakin being really great, and supposedly a great pilot had hit the side of a mountain. Snow had covered the ship, you were trapped by an ocean of snow.

Of course, R2 hadn't came in this trip, just luck, only thing that was working was the heating and lights, the signal had gone. No way to contact anyone, however, someone was bound to notice in a few days something had gone wrong.

This was not going to be like without a paddle, where you'd all be in your underwear and spoon. We do not shaggy here, um? Get it before Shaggy is in that movie? 

Eventually, you had woken up, a little dizzy, probably would not have if Anakin wasn't having a tantrum. You didn't even question how you got back to the ship, your shoes tapped quietly against the floor , as you made your way to the cockpit.  Both Obi-wan and Anakin were stood in the centre of the room, Anakin point and clenching his fists, Obi-wan just stood there.

You got a feeling that Anakin was not good at keeping his emotions in check, why was he always so emotional. Obi-wan was now sipping juice, no blue milk, yuck, Anakin still shouting.

"You're jealous, master. You're afraid I am getting too powerful, you want me to fail!"  Placing his drink down, Obi-wan had caught your eyes,  his face lightened into a smile from his frown. "Mum,  you think I am ready to be a Jedi Master, right?"  His eyes soft on the sight of you, coughing slightly, you had looked back at Obi-wan who turned to you in a swing, now amused by his Padawan.

"I'm sorry, aren't I a similar age to you?" The cold temperatures from the snow, had transferred into the ship, but Anakins cheeks still burned. He just stood looking at you unable to speak, Obi-wan had laughed patting his Padawan on the back once.

"Don't worry about it; he does it to everyone. When he was younger, it was difficult to convince him to stop calling me father. Sometimes, he still does." 

"Liar, I do not. You treat me like a whore ; calling everyone my father. I do not, it was mistake!"  Anakin was overwhelmed, his voice defensive and loud as he left the room, leaving you with Obi-wan, who's lips were twitched into a large smile , as he stroked his moustache.

For a few moments you both stood in silence, before you had looked down to the ache and coldness on your lower abdomen. A hole on in your shirt where you we're stabbed, now stitched up.

"Oh yes, sorry about your shirt." Your finger tips tracing the fabric, then touching the wound, pain shot through your body, letting out a welp. Obi-wan eyes had widened, stepping close to inspect the wound again, why would you poke it?

"It's just a shirt, it's not like you don't buy them all anyways, thank you for that again, also thank you for stitching me up ,  that was you?"  Your voice quiet, under his gaze, a deep chuckle had left his mouth.

"Yes, I did, I hardly trust Anakin's flying, how are you feeling? That was very well done back there, but I do recommend you don't do it again." You had scoffed, letting out a short laugh after, Obi-wan looked at you rising his eyebrows, to warning you.

“Oh, yes, I plan on stabbing myself again, who do you think I am? Loki? Okay, maybe I’ll fake my death for attention too.” Obi-wan’s hands gently placed on your shoulders, squeezing lightly , as he looked into your eyes. His blue orbs intensely on yours, his hair neatly tucked back.

“I wouldn’t allow that, from now on you don’t stay in the ship alone, If something happens to you I’d never forgive myself, and I believe that you were sent here for a reason. Not to die.” His hands had left you , smiling at you once more, before leaving the cockpit.

Not only after that you had retired to your bed, in clothes without holes, your now many blankets covered you. Thanks to Obi-wan again, since you all spent so much time on the ship, it was necessary for situations like this. Of course, as long as the ship wasn’t blown up again.

Though the heating was working, it didn’t stop the cold from the outside. Curled up so tight in your blankets, trying to retain heat, you could not get comfortable to sleep. The cold nipping at your feet and cheeks, your nose was probably red too.

Only an hour or two from when you first got into bed, sighing , all your blankets wrapped around you, stepping out of bed. Quietly, making your way around the ship, just to tire yourself out, or to make yourself really cold. So, when you would get back into bed you’d be like ‘oooh warm’ and fall asleep.

You had meant to wake in on Obi-wan sat in his chair in the cockpit, wrapped up in his robes, seemingly fast asleep. His arms crossed, his auburn hair covering his face , neck cranked forward. He was going to have a sore neck in the morning.

Turning on your feet, slowing walking out of the room, pulling your blankets tighter. A sigh had left Obi-wan’s mouth, not loud but you heard it. Your movement now softened, you continued with tiny steps.

“I know you are there, Y/n, come back.” No doubt you almost peed yourself, hearing Obi-wand raspy voice, he had been a sleep, you felt horrible. Walking back from the door way, Obi-wan had turned to chair to look at you.

“I didn’t mean to wake, I didn’t know you was even in here.” Obi-wan opened his mouth yawning loudly, before looking back at you, snorting a laugh, at your choice of clothes.

“What are doing up?” Shifting on your feet, covered with socks, the icy floor numbing them.

“Can’t sleep, aren’t you cold?” You wondered if Anakin was having trouble sleeping too, he must’ve been fine, since he left Obi-wan in here. Obi-wan probably never meant to fall asleep, waiting for anyone to contact. Shaking his head, he had opening his arms up gesturing you over.

“Come here, darling.” Not sure on what he was going to do, yet you still walked towards him, you trusted him. You were glad if you were stuck you was stuck with the Jedi. Pressing his palm around your clenched hand that held tightly onto your blanket. His hands were really warm, like had them between his thighs. His lips moulded into a circle shape, inhaling sharply.

“Oh, I should’ve brought you more blankets.” His hand still on yours, looking up at you, a small smile on your face, your teeth felt like ice cubes, a few moments went by, you weren’t sure what he was waiting for or what you were waiting for.

“ Do you think I could stay here...with you?” Your cheeks now felt hot, the words barely a whisper, you shouldn’t have asked, it’s completely inappropriate. “I-I can go back to bed-“

“Nonsense.” Obi-wan had pulling you into his lap, okay, so maybe you thought he would’ve been like yeah and you would’ve sat in the chair next to him. You head resting against his chest, his stubble tickling upon your head. Obi-wan’s arms wrapped around you tightly, sealing the blankets. Yours around his waist, feet tucked up on the chair, as well. Obi-wan warmth surrounded you with his scent, the soft touch of his lips against your temple.

“Am I allowed to love you, Ben?” Your eyes fluttered closed, your voice barely above a whisper, Obi-wan’s heart hitched into his throat. He flirted too often and he knew it, and he knew that his feelings weren’t platonic either, he wouldn’t have spent dinner every night alone with just anybody.

“No, I suppose you’re not.” What would the council feel about this, he wished he could blame Yoda for making him guardian over you and that first dinner with you.

“If you aren’t supposed to have attachments, then what am I? You promised Master Yoda to protect me, isn’t that an attachment. Would anyone be able to tell? You have to be with me pretty sure all day anyways.”

Your words made him ponder for a moment, he knew you were right, you had already acting like you were together for a long time, not directly in front of council though. It was clear Anakin saw it too, he wouldn’t have called you mum, that was weird though. Maybe he has a kink think because he hasn’t seen his mum since he was 9.

Obi-wan looked over you all the time, brought you everything you needed, ate dinner with you, kept you warm, stitched you up, protected you from strange people. There were times where you’d turn up to his room crying, or upset or missing home, he’d comfort you. Similarly to this situation, you’d end up in his bed, not like that, you in his arms stroking your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple as you fell asleep. It was not new.

“You are right, I love you.” Looking up to the Jedi, as he smiled down at you.

“You do?”

“I do.” He may not have kissed you then, but you had time, you weren’t about to let Anakin take him from you. What mattered was you were together, even being away from your home, you had another. With Ben and a ‘son’ that was older than you.

Oh , Anakin was so cheeky when he had awoken in the morning seen you against his masters chest.

“I knew it.”

[chaoticgeminate]

*flails wildly at all your wips*

What to pick?!

*flails again*

Okay-

Dreamwalker Dio?

Omega Din?

💚

Hazel I love you so much, you always make me smile huge. Here's what I got and they're kind of long because I'm feeling stupid excited about them both.

Dreamwalker Nico (Iridescence-verse obviously 😘):

He was almost ethereal, a slow grace to his movements like he was drifting, and you couldn't help but keep glancing at him while gathering the pieces of his order. Dried lavender, silver powder, and sage sachets for protection in sleep were set carefully into the custom wooden chest; the locking mechanism was a puzzle style lock that only he and you knew how to open.

Tucked beside the sachets were the braided cords of winter widow silk, in a variety of pastel blues and violets, and lastly were a half-dozen candles made of dwarvish glowfly wax. You glanced at the name on the top of the order form.

"Nico? Your order is ready."

His smile set your heart thundering in your chest as the man drifted his way toward you, it wasn't too wide or too shallow and looked so sincere. His hands skated over the box you'd left open, carved to his exact specifications by hand during the full moon, and his voice was somehow firm and soft at the same time.

"Such quality and beauty."

"You designed the chest."

"I wasn't talking about the box, sweet thing."

Omega Din:

"I didn't realize you were an Alpha."

Din's voice was gentle and you turned your head to glance at the armored warrior, his tall and broad frame with muted colors screamed Omega louder than his protective and nurturing instincts for Grogu did. You supposed he wasn't actively trying to hide his nature, it wasn't like anyone would be stupid enough to challenge an Omega with a child to a fight and expect to win.

"You weren't supposed to find out."

Admitting it out loud felt strange and you hastened to make sure he didn't think the wrong thing. Didn't think that you were hiding it from him for any reason other than the truth.

"I was raised to blend into the crowd, to go unnoticed, so aggressive posturing and wearing bright colors were sort of counter-productive to that. I spent basically my entire childhood having any of the instinctive Alpha reactions to posturing and challenges beaten out of me. Until you came and bought my freedom I wasn't allowed to be an Alpha."

A large hand settled on the back of your neck, his thumb brushing right over your scent gland under the high-collar armored vest you wore and you knew he could feel the suppression chip embedded under your skin.

He moved behind you and covered your eyes with his hand, making you raise your brow carefully, but the soft hiss of the pneumatic pressure being released followed by the flood of his scent shot a ripple of something down your spine.

WIP Title Game

[dindjarindiaries]

Am I don't know am "I'm sorry but... who are you?" "I'm sorry if I give you the wrong impression" and "I've got you" with Din? Maybe something like Din finding out he has a lost child?... I'm sentimental with fathers and children relationships ok?

character: Din Djarin

prompts: “I’m sorry, but... who are you?”, “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression,” and “I’ve got you” from a prompt list that’s since been deleted!

warnings: mentions of death

rating: PG

masterlist

It’s been many moons since he last saw you. Din tries not to think about you anymore—but sometimes, he can’t help it. He wants to know what happened to you. If you ever made it out safe. If you were living a happier life now, like he wanted you to. He never wanted to force you out of his life, but it was too dangerous. Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to him, but at least he knew that you were going to be in a safer situation.

The thought of you came up when Din arrived to the marketplace here on Vallera, aiming to pick up some quick supplies for the Crest. He’s returned to his life of bounty hunting after he found the child’s home—as hard as it was to leave him. He only works for Greef, who he knows is reliable and won’t mess with any other Imperial warlords. Din’s still not used to having to cut the amount of supplies down, now only having to fend for himself like he used to. He wishes it felt more natural. Instead, he finds himself feeling as if he’s always missing something, like he’s never quite complete no matter where he goes or what he does.

Din left you here on Vallera, which is why you’ve come to mind. He wonders if you’re still around. He won’t let his hopes get up—he never does. He knows you probably wouldn’t want to see him anyway. The decision for you to be left here wasn’t a well-received one by any means, and Din will never forgive himself for not trying to leave on better terms. But in the moment, his care and concern for you conquered all else, and he was able to get away fast. He knows there were still tears running down your cheeks as he turned on his heel and left. Din wanted more than anything to run back to you and wipe them away, to tell you that everything’s okay and that he’d never really leave you. Instead, he did just that. It was the best option for you and your safety.

Din lets out a soft sigh, hoping the noise doesn’t pass through his modulator as he walks through the various booths. He can hardly remember what he’s supposed to be getting, now. The thoughts of you have consumed him whole. He curses to himself, attempting to swallow back the painful feelings as he presses on. Din observes the booths as he passes them, trying to get his focus back on track. Fruits. Meats. Cloths. Health—

Suddenly, there’s a tugging on his cape. Din immediately stops, his hand brushing over his holster as he turns around to face whoever’s standing there. He sees a young girl cowering away at his rash actions. She can’t be older than eight, and instantly Din softens as he releases his hand from his blaster. He’s blown away by how familiar she looks—and his heart aches upon realizing that he’s recognizing you. It’s almost as if her face is yours but with more childlike features. Now I’m seeing her everywhere, Din thinks to himself. It’s gone too far.

“Can I help you?” Din asks the child, trying not to let his voice be too harsh nor too soft.

The child’s hands clasp nervously behind her back as she looks up at him, and Din’s heart softens upon seeing her innocence. He’s always had a soft spot for children, knowing how he ended up himself—alone. After he took the child under his wing, that softness only grew. “Are you a Mandalorian?” she asks, keeping her voice gentle. Din’s once again reminded of how much she sounds like you.

“Yes,” Din answers simply.

The little girl smiles, her dark eyes lighting up. “It’s you!” her small voice exclaims, almost cracking a bit in her joy. “Mommy told me to find you.”

Din feels confusion fill him immediately, and he bends down closer to her level as he tilts his helmet at her. “I’m sorry, but... who are you?” he questions softly.

The girl’s face falls, and Din’s heart almost shatters upon seeing her evident disappointment. “Oh,” her voice says, sounding distant. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. Mommy must’ve been talking about a different one.”

Din knows there wouldn’t be another Mandalorian, and so before the little girl can turn to leave, Din reaches forward to place his hands on her shoulders. His visor meets her eyes as he addresses her firmly. “Who’s your mother?”

When the little girl says your name, Din feels his heart practically launch into his throat. This is your daughter. Having a piece of you in his hands again makes him want to collapse with relief on the spot, but he knows he has to continue his investigation if he wants to find anything out.

“Where is she? Is she safe—are you safe?”

The little girl’s eyes start to tear up already, and Din’s heart begins to crumble inside his chest. “No.” Her small voice is a ghostly whisper, and Din’s protectiveness instantly starts to kick in. “Mommy is... gone.”

“Gone?” Din can barely recognize his own voice through its sheer emptiness.

“There were bad people,” the little girl starts to explain, swallowing back her tears. “Mommy told me to go. She said they were going to hurt us. She told me to find you.” She stops, her dark gaze looking at Din with sadness and desperation. “I’ve looked for you here everyday.” Her gaze falls again when she adds her last bit. “I went home once, but Mommy was...” She doesn’t finish. She doesn’t have to.

Din hadn’t saved her. He swallows hard, trying to keep his emotions in check for the sake of the last piece of you he has left: your daughter. “Why did she ask you to find me?”

The little girl’s gaze goes back to Din, and he sees a warmth there as she answers. “She said you’d help me find my Daddy.”

Din furrows his brow beneath the helmet. How could he help her find the father? Unless... Din freezes completely. The last time he was here was all those years ago. Nine years ago. He remembers that night before he left you. He remembers all the other ones just like it before that.

He can see it clearly now. The fact that this girl’s gaze looks just like his own. The brown locks that match his own untamed mane underneath his helmet. It makes sense. He’s the father.

Din feels as if he can’t breathe, but at the same time, he’s never felt so full of life before. He doesn’t know what to say, so he says the first thing that comes to mind. “Ad’ika?”

His daughter’s eyes start to fill with tears again. “That’s what Mommy used to call me.” She then stops, her eyes widening as realization fills them. A smile grows on her lips as she looks at him. “D-Daddy?”

Din nods, kneeling down and opening his arms to her as she practically runs into them. She starts to cry with joy into the cloth of his shoulder, and Din holds her as close as he can manage. He closes his eyes and feels them tearing up, thankful for the helmet that hides such an emotional reaction from the people around them. “I’ve got you,” Din coos to his daughter. He feels a tear escape his eye. “You’re safe now, ad’ika.”

“I missed you, Daddy.” She grips the cloth beneath his armor tighter.

Din swallows back his emotions, instead pulling her even closer. “I missed you too.” Both of you, he wants to add—but somehow, he knows you’re here, even if he can’t see you.

[melancholicillusions]

How you two meet.

Tuesday, January 13 2018

"We are expecting a rather violent snow storm this evening. Its suspected to last a good three days. Infact its suppose to drop below freezing tonight and its expected to stay that way leading into tomorrow morning..." The women on the small television exclaimed.

"Ugh.. Of all days She could have made me work..." Y/n sighed, looking out the window which reflected no other color but white.

"Well what can you do about it?" You coworker Dokyeom chuckled, mixing the batter.

Rolling your eyes you walked over to the oven placing the empty pan inside and pulling out the cooked bach, setting it on the table turning off the oven.

"Well I could go home b-"

"Then go home, ill cover for you."

You smiled. "..but! You didn't let me finish. I was going to say.. I need this job."

Cocking his brows he reminded you, "y/n you dads a billionaire, you said it yourself he's given you more than enough to buy a nice car, house, and then just sit on your ass all day, for the rest of your life."

"Yes but he's also only a billionaire because of his father and his fathers, father. Should i go on?"

Dokyeom quickly declined your offer waving you off with his towel. "Blah blah blah."

"Haha very funny. Hey can you go tell them they need to leave? Its a minute till closing time."

"What?! Why can't you do it?" Dokyeom complained.

"Because, one I have to stay late anyways remember? Im on clean up duty. Also I dont like kicking people out.. Besides, I think they're homeless.." You trailed off.

Dokyeom sighed. "Fine. But you owe me.."

"대박! 감사해요." (Awesome! Thank you.)

"I see you've been practicing." He commented.

You smiled.

He made his way to the simi-empty dinning room where a young man and a child sat. The man had a smile on his face as he listened to the small child, who from what I could understand was telling him about her day at daycare. I couldn't help but feel guilty. Trying not to think about it, I began throwing out old samples and displays that once sat in the display case, though I over heard Dk politely tell them they had to leave.

"Excuse me, sir.." He started.

Trying my best to make it seem like I wasn't there I slouched down behind the case. Listening to the small conversation between the two men, peaking around the corner. The male looked up at Dk, worry on his face as he pulled the small girl closer. she looked to be around three while the male looked to be in his late twenties. He had short brown hair and what looked to be a faint beard growing. He was wearing an old torn-up off white sweater, ripped black jeans, and a gray scarf. The girl on the other hand had oily black hair that was pulled into a ponytail. She was wearing a hoodie that was three sizes too large for her, an ankle length navy blue skirt, and a red bennie.

"...I'm sorry to say that's its closing time and you'll have to leave." Dk finished.

"Ah, I'm sorry. We hadn't realized what time it was. haha!" The man said. Standing up to pick up the small child only to sit her down and begun putting her winter attire on.

"Okay. Stay safe." Dk smiled and started walking back to the kitchen putting the freshly made batter into the fridge for early shift staff tomorrow and begun washing the dishes.

"Daddy, are we gonna sleep under the bridge again?"

My breath hitched, and i slowly stood up looking at the child who was now putting on gloves while he wrapped the scarf around her neck. As she looked up to him warmly.

"N-no sweetheart we'll find somewhere."

Once his stuff was on he picked her up and made their way out into the harsh weather with one last glance into the kitchen, making eye contact with me for the first time.

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"Welp that concludes our shift.. I owe you one Dk. Again."

Dokyeom chuckled putting his coat on. "You sure do. Now if you'll excuse me I have a wife and daughter that are waiting for me. The wife especially." He winked.

"Gross, really Dokyeom? Really."

He smiled before clocking out, telling you to drive safe and walking out the door. I followed his steps only there was no one to tell drive safe and I had the extra step that included locking the doors.

"Shit, it really is cold out here... Doesn't help that my car is halfway down the fuckn' street." I muttered to myself.

Sitting in my car I couldn't help but think back to the man and his child. What she said to him specifically.

'Daddy, are we gonna sleep under the bridge again?'

Resting my head on the steering wheel I sighed. "Why didn't i say anything..."

Once I was done pondering and beating myself up about the past I started on my way home. Though the road I usually take was blocked off so I had to take the Sketchy way, through the alley and under the bridge. When it was in sight I calmed my nerves with some low-fi music my friend Yoongi produced. As I was driving through I saw someone- no someones. A familiar red bennie was huddled into something. I couldn't help but pull up next to them, driving slowly. Rolling my window down only to be greeted by snow and cold air assaulting my face.

"Excuse me. Do you need somewhere to stay?" I had to yell just to be heard over the yelps and roars of the winter air.

Man stopped and so did I, the little girls grip remained tight on her fathers arm.

"Uh. No, thank you we'll be fine.." He responded looking down.

"Daddy I'm cold.." She said and as a response he begun taking off his coat only to wrap it around her small frame, because she had one of his arms he could only use one to keep himself warm.

"Come on, its suppose to drop below freezing tonight, and if she's gonna have your coat.. You'll freeze... You'll both freeze."

He sniffled before telling her to get in the car.

"Come one Haru, get in the car... Hurry sweetie."

You smiled unlocking the doors, he sat in the back with her.

"You can get in the front."

"No, its fine." He quickly responded.

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"Here, I'll go make you two some hot chocolate."

"Hot chocolate! Yay!" The child now known as Haru yelled in excitement.

"Here let me help you princess.." He said taking her shoes and wet clothes off.

When you came back you set the three cups on the table and warmed up some left over egg soup.

"Do you have some dry clothes? Haru's are wet.." He said sounding timid and a bit hesitant.

"Uh ya.. Um, can you keep an eye on the food? You know to make sure it doesn't boil over."

"Sure.. Come here haru, and stop bouncing around on her furniture." He said sternly.

You chuckled walking to your room looking through your night gowns looking for one that was, shall we say appropriate for someone of her age.

"Finally..." You sighed.

'to the moon and back.' It read.

You started looking through the stuff your late husband left behind, and came up with a shirt that said 'proud husband of a kick ass military wife!' And some sweats. Quickly folding them you made you way into the kitchen where Haru and her father waited.

"Oh you could have made yourselves a bowl.."

"Oh, sorry we didn't want to touch anything..."

Making your way to the cabinet s to get them a bowl. "No no its fine im sure you two are starving anyways.. Here are the clothes. I found some for you to..."

He smiled slightly, "I'm Jeonghan by the way.."

"Im y/n. So that's your daughter?" You smiled as he picked Haru up and begun to dress her.

"Y-yes, her mother died at birth and things went down hill from there.."

"Oh, I'm so sorry.."

Jeonghan looked at you "I saw a picture of a man.. Assuming by the shirt you cave me your married?"

You cleared your throat. "Um no he died 2 years ago.."

He stared at you before apologising profusely.

"Heh.. No its fine, I guess I'm over it anyway.. I didn't stop and cry when going through his stuff.." You chuckled.

"No one ever truly gets over the loss of a loved one..."

He looks at you. You shake your head. "That makes two of us.."