#Let me know if I missed any other Val crying moments

[oosleepyfaeoo]

A Kiss Is All I Need

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader Chapter Three

Summary: 2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. 2 months crying and feeling like shit but that all stopped when he meet you on that dreadful clothing store.

Words: 2k A/n: Ok ngl i kinda hate this chapter T^T I've rewrite it so many times and i still don't like it but i think it's better than the other versions. Also the series will be bigger >.> I think i will add 2 or 3 more chapters.

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A huff fell from your lips as you walked up the stairs to your apartment. The moment you saw Aemond’s card, you ran into your office to reread his resume. Desperately to see if you maybe missed something but there was nothing that mentioned the famous Targaryen name.

The Targaryen family is one if not the only, most powerful House in all Westeros. They come from royalty, inherited with old money. You only knew the basics from this ancient family since you didn’t like to read or watch news or drama from celebrities. You think you only heard Aemond’s name once when the news of his relationship with an older woman came out.

Aemond seems a private person so that’s probably why you didn’t hear much about him.

Why would he give his business card if he didn’t want you to know who he was? It didn’t make any sense!

Because he knew I wouldn’t have hired him if I knew the truth before the interview.

You sigh, putting your keys on your door lock and opening it. You were greeted by the sound of your daughter squealing and laughing which made a smile grow on your face.

Putting your bag on a small table beside the front door, you walk into your small but cozy apartment, and you are met by the view of your daughter sitting on the sofa while Aemond sits in front of her on the floor. Letting the small girl play with his long hair.

A giggle fell from your lips as you stared at the ‘beautiful’ hairstyle that your daughter made. One ponytail on the right side of his head, which is held by a hot pink hair tie full of glitter, and two small braids falling on his shoulders.

Emily notices you by the door and jumps in excitement. “Mommy! Look! I tried to do a... val-valryian?” She tried her hardest to say the word but failed which made Aemond chuckle.

“Valyrian.” He corrects her.

“Yes! I tried to make a valyrian hairstyle... but I think it didn’t go well.” She pouts while looking at Aemond’s hair.

You walked to her and gently kissed her head. “It’s perfect, sweetheart.” You took a seat beside her on the sofa. “Did you have fun today?”

Emily nods and smiles. “Yes! We went to the park and ate ice cream there! And then Aem took me to a toy shop and bought me this plushie!” She grabs the green dragon plushie beside her and shows you. “Her name is Vhagar! Aem told me that he once had a BIG lizard named Vhagar so I decided to name it after her.”

“That’s a gorgeous name, Em. Did you thank Aemond for the plushie?” You raise your brow to your daughter as she hugs Vhagar.

The girl nods. “Of course, mommy!”

You smile and pat her head. “Good. Now go clean your toys so we can go eat dinner.”

Emily quickly stood up from the sofa and ran to her room, picking up toys and plushies from the floor on her way there.

Aemond also stood up, pulling down the side ponytail that Emily had done but left the two braids on which were hidden a little by the rest of his hair. He looks down at you and smirks.

“You have a lovely home, Y/n.”

A blush spreads on your cheeks. The way his voice sounds so husky and gentle. His little smirk and the way his eye trails down your form almost made your knees give up.

“Thank you.” You say while folding an orange blanket on the sofa, trying to distract yourself from the handsome man in front of you. “Look Aemond... We need to talk.” You sigh and take a seat on the sofa, Aemond following your lead.

“About?” He asks, frowning in confusion.

You took out his business card from your pocket. “About you being Aemond TARGARYEN! About you coming from a freaking famous and ancient family. And the fact that you left that part out of your resume.” You rest your head in your hands. “Why would you need this job, Aemond?... I doubt it’s because of money.”

He closed his eye and sighed. “I know I should have told you but to be fair, I thought you would notice... You know, the silver hair.” He says while pointing to his hair.

You look down at your hands and let out an embarrassed laugh. “You’re right. I should have noticed that obvious part but in fairness, I rarely watch news or drama.”

He hums in knowledge. “Look, this wasn’t my idea. It was Aegon.” He starts playing with his fingers as his nerves begin to spike up. “I’m in a really bad place right now and my brother thought that if he got me to babysit one of the sweetest kids in the world, it would make me feel better... And I think he was right.”

A smile appears on your lips as a soft smile forms on his thin lips when he talks about Emily. Sighing, you rub your hands together. “Will it be dangerous for Emily if you continue to babysit her?”

Aemond frowns at your words. “Dangerous?”

“Yes, dangerous... Paparazzies, media, etc.” You look into his eye, trying to see if there are any worries that he might be hiding. “I don’t want Emily or me to get unwanted attention.”

Aemond grabs your hand and rubs gently his thumb on your skin. “I swear you and Emily are safe. No media or paparazzi will find you.” He says with a serious face. “I’m a very private person and I have contacts that will keep your life private from the world... so don’t worry, Y/n.”

You nod and sigh in relief. “Okay... Alright, alright.”

The last thing you want right now is an army of paparazzi on your door or following you around and fake stupid stories about you and Emily on the news. You bet Nat would be thrilled and say that you should take this as an opportunity (or take advantage) to grow your business. But of course, you wouldn’t do that. You want your business to flourish on its own and by your work, not by 15 minutes of fame because of Aemond.

His hand squeezes yours gently. Your heart feels like it is going to burst from your chest at the tiny and sweet smile that Aemond gives you. The things you would sacrifice to taste his lips.

For fuck's sake, Y/n. Get a grip!

“All done, mommy!” Emily reappears in the living room, dressed in her pajamas.

You stood up and walked to the kitchen to cook dinner while Emily took a seat beside Aemond, wanting to show him her favorite cartoon show.

After a few minutes, Aemond stood up which made Emily pout. “Well, i think it’s time for me to go.” He leans down and places a kiss on the girl’s head. “See you tomorrow, little princess.”

Emily pouts and grabs his arm. “Please stay a little longer! Eat dinner with us. Mommy is a really good cooker!”

“I don’t want to bother. I-”

“Nonsense! Come, eat with us.” You interrupted him. “I hope you like pasta tho.” You the pot in the middle of the table as Emily went to grab her favorite juice.

Aemond took a seat at the table, humming in pleasure at the amazing smell of your cooking. “I love it.”

From that day, Aemond took the habit of eating dinner with you and Emily. Months go by and you three have got into a healthy routine. You would drive Emily to her school and go to work, and by lunchtime, Aemond would pick her up and take her to the park to play or to his sister’s apartment. Emily and Helaena’s kids become fast friends really quick and at least once a week, Emily goes to spend the night or day with them.

You and Aemond got also close. He would spend a few hours talking to you while drinking wine when Emily was in bed asleep. You two shared some stories from the past, him talking about how he spent the rest of his childhood isolated after the accident when he lost his eye. And you about how hard was to be a single mother at a young age, how Emily’s father just disappeared after her birth and never tried to know or pay child support.

Aemond was quite angry with your ex’s choice of actions, which was understandable, saying if he ever saw that bastard, he would show your ex the consequences of being an irresponsible bastard.

As days pass, you find yourself falling and falling for your daughter's babysitter. You can’t help but feel attracted to him. Aemond was everything a woman would want in a man. Handsome, charming, smart, and good with kids.

Your thoughts are always on him, and your dreams are plagued by his lips and hands. You know that you and he would never work, since both of you are from different worlds. Him being literally from royalty and you are just a simple common woman with a cute bakery.

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“And then, me and Vhagar would fly away and explore the world!” Emily finishes her tale while showing Aemond her plushie dragon that was ‘flying’ in her hands.

Aemond just picked her up from school and took her to the park since it was a lovely day and she also begged him to go.

Aemond chuckles and gives her a sipping cup of apple juice. “And what about mommy and me? Would you leave us behind?” He faked a pout which made the girl’s eyes wide in surprise.

“Of course not! I would take you both with me!” She takes a sip of her juice and then grins at him. “We would fly to Dragonstone so you and Mommy could marry like the old Valyrian people did!”

Aemond almost chokes on his water. “W-What?” He coughs, trying to breathe normally.

Emily gives him a side-eye. “Oh please. I know you and Mommy like each other.” She takes another sip from her juice while Aemond just looks at her in shock. “You two are always sending weird looks to each other. And I heard Aegon saying that you are always eating mommy with your gaze... I don’t know what that means, but it must be good.”

“Emily!” Aemond was now red as a tomato. That’s it! That’s the last time he lets Aegon hang around with him while Emily is there.

The girl just shrugs. “Mommy likes you too, you know... I’ve never seen her so happy since you both met.” She gives her cup to Aemond and jumps down from the bench. “You should ask Mommy for a date!”

And with that, she runs off to the swings to play with the other kids in the park. Aemond just stood there with a cup of apple juice in his hand, his eye wide in shock at the small girl's words. She sounded so comfortable with the idea of him and you married.

Sighing, he puts the sipping cup on the bag and then looks back to where Emily was playing.

“Maybe the kid is right.”  

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

@val-the-bun you are Evil. You are evil putting this in my inbox.

More were-harpy Vaggie but it's sad now and everything HURTS (copy pasted here bc the format in the ask got effed but i refuse to suffer this alone)

val-the-bun asked:

And then, of course, *the trial happens*.

And *the absolute shit timing of the fallout*.

Charlie is too stuck in her own spiral while vaggie just... Tries to hole up on her own (her usual 'nest' was in their suite. But she didnt want charlie to have to deal with her).

Charlie is curled up on vaggie's side of the bed, buried in blankets while she questions if anything they had was real.

While vaggie is in agony for the first time in three years since she'd started changing. Every fiber of her being wants to call for charlie. Yearns for that safety... but instead she bites her tongue and just curls in on herself, alone in the room she hastily barred shut. ~~She deserves this. To be alone.~~

Not sure which hazbin is the one to hear vaggie's pain and tries to check on her (let's go with angel and husk).

The hasty barricade she put on the door isnt enough. Not when the others are trying to force it open.

Vaggie tries to scream for them to go away. The last scrap of clarity she has before that warning turns into a predatory *shriek*. Vaggie's monster form tears apart the already falling barricade, and bursts into the hall.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!'

'Fuck if I know, just run! Angel, hurry up!'

Vaggie is *tearing through the halls*, jaws snapping after Husk and Angel. They manage to hit the lobby, Husky grabbing Angel and flying like his life depends on it.

Meanwhile monster vaggie leaps after them... *right into the chandelier*.

Charlie hears the sound of that distant, shattering crash down below, and she *realizes*. Suddenly those painful worries have to get shoved down as charlie bolts out of their room.

'Please dont hurt anyone. Please, please, *please...!'*

Charlie's heart sinks as the shadows around the hotel start to writhe, and radio static fills the air.

'My my, what a surprising turn!'

Vaggie is *shrieking*, thrashing against shadowy tendrils as she tries to claw at Alastor.

'Now now. *Stay down*'

A rap of his cane, and vaggie's practically being crushed into the floor.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?!'

Husk is holding Angel back, looking away as Alastor starts to raise his hand. He cant watch this...

'Let her go.'

Alastor freezes when he feels the tip of an angelic spear under his chin.

There, standing at his side, in her full demon form, *is Charlie*.

'Ah, miss Charlotte. Lovely to see--'

'Let. Her. *Go!'*

For a moment, everything is quiet except for the sounds of vagging struggling, her talons digging into the floor. She's bleeding, golden blood pooling on the lobby floor... *And dripping from the claws on Alastor's hand.*

'Oh, very well. Good luck!'

Vaggie is snarling when Alastor lets her go. She starts getting ready to pounce when Charlie steps in front of her, spear in hand. Vaggie starts backing away, looking less like a predator and more... *like a cornered animal*. Her whole body seems coiled to run away as she keeps backing up, snarling and shrieking more in warning than anything else.

'Was it a lie?'

Vaggie shrieks at her, swiping at the air in the hopes Charlie would stay away.

'When you told me you didnt know what this was, was it a lie?'

Angel starts to step forward, but husk grabs his arm.

'Just let them do this...'

'Did. You. Lie?!'

Vaggie backs right into the wall, feathers flaring with a hiss.

'Was any of it real?'

Charlie can feel the tears on her cheeks. But what she wasnt expecting was to see tears in Vaggie's eye... Even as she snarled, and shrieked, and snapped her fangs, she was crying.

Charlie presses forward, Vaggie raising up over Charlie with a hawk-like screech, talons lashing out... But they dont connect, her talons *trembling* as they stilled inches from Charlie's face, her own spear aimed at her chest. Vaggie's eye is wild and afraid, but Charlie can see the *pain* there, too. She let out another shriek, closing her eye like she was bracing for the inevitable...

[tinylilacbun]

Mob!daddy!Thor with a shy!little one, just holding onto any part of him in public and getting whiny when you can’t hold onto him, just wanting your dada. Just being a shy needy baby 💌

Your fanfics abt him have made me a Thor fan 🫢

Always Touching

Pairing: mob!daddy!Thor x shy!little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff, soft!Thor, clingy!reader?

A/n: it's my duty to make more people love Thor the way I do 😌 mob!daddy!Thor is literally the best thing I've ever started writing 🥴

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"And who's that sweetheart behind you?" asked Wanda, trying to peek behind Thor to see you.

"That's my little one. Can you say hi princess?" Thor tried to make you stand before him but you instead hid more behind him, feeling intimidated by the mobster Witch, knowing what she's capable of.

You were glad you had your daddy to protect you, he is so strong! And he promised you he would never let something happen to you and will always be there when you need him.

"Hi..." you said in a meek voice.

Wanda coos at your cuteness, now missing being with her boys right now, she can't wait to go back home again.

"Your little is adorable, Odinson," she said and both went on with business, you decided to play with Thor's hand in the meantime.

°

You were shy since you were a child and that never changed, you can't help it, and Thor always assured you that it's okay.

You are really depending on your daddy and couldn't stay away from him for too long or you would start to get moody and cry out for him.

Thor doesn't mind how clingy you are and how you always wanted to be in his presence. He would often carry you around and let you sit on his lap while he has a meeting.

The some-more scary things will be taken care of while you were asleep, he doesn't want his little one to be afraid of him, he couldn't bear the thought.

When you were outside shopping you are always holding one of his hands or onto his arm, scared you will get lost.

"You want to look around? You can pick whatever you want, love" he said when you entered a clothing store.

"Come with me, please?" you asked with the good old puppy eyes Thor isn't able to say no to, he would do anything for you.

°

But sometimes he has to leave you alone for a few minutes if it's really necessary, and that makes you cranky instantly. He can't even try and sneak out because you would ask him where he is going.

"No! Daddy no go. Want cuddles!" you whined from your spot on the fluffy carpet, arms high up for him.

He sighed and went to pick you up, twirling you around to hear you giggle and distract you from what he was about to do.

"It's really important, princess. You know I wouldn't leave if there was a other way."

You pout but nodded your head, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. Thor put you back down on the ground and at that moment walked Valkyrie inside, your babysitter and bodyguard.

"I won't be gone long. Please make sure she eats something before I come back and don't leave her side" Thor tells her while grabbing his phone and keys.

"I know how this works. Go and do your job, she's safe with me." Valkyrie waved him off and ruffled a hand through your hair.

°

Half an hour later Thor arrived back home and could hear your cute giggles through the mansion and followed them to the bathroom where Valkyrie was brushing your hair while you were brushing your teeth. You were also in your jammies and ready to go to bed.

"Dada! You back!" you mumbled with your mouth full of toothpaste.

He walked over to you and took Valkyrie's place behind you, taking the brush from her.

"I'll take over now. Thank you, Val. You can take the evening off." Thor told her and she nod, giving you a little wave before leaving.

You finished your routine with your daddy and let him carry you around, not wanting to let him go again.

"Daddy, can we cuddle now?" you asked rubbing your tired eyes, your head already resting on his shoulder.

"Of course, little one. We're gonna snuggle the whole night, promise" he whispered and laid you down on your shared bed before joining in next to you.

He handed you your favorite stuffie and popped in your pacifier as well. Next, he pulled you closer to his side and draped a blanket mostly only over you.

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[sternentreue]

🪻🍀 for Enzo :3

Thank you for asking about my boy Enzo 😭🩷

🪻 What is the most painful injury your Rook has received? How has it affected them once it healed/scarred?

It was a failed contract (Enzo would argue that it wasn’t a complete failure, for Viago it was a “disaster”): Enzo was assigned to assassinate a noble woman in Orlais; another high lady wanted to get rid of her because she was sleeping with her husband - the usual. Viago specifically chose Enzo for the contract because the target was famous for her promiscuity - a good match, he thought. Too good, it turned out. Everything was well prepared; a bought invitation to a soiree, a noble Antivan name, borrowed from a smaller merchant prince’s house, he even arrived two weeks earlier so as to establish his persona in Val Royeaux. They met. She was younger than he had expected, very beautiful and bold. It didn’t take long for them to retreat to the villa’s guest quarters and in his naivety Enzo decided to finish the job before finishing the job. Little did he know that his target was an assassin from the House of Repose who had seen through his scheme before they even got to bed. When they were right in the middle of it and he was leaning down to whisper filthy words into her ear, she rammed a letter opener into his neck. They wrestled for the letter opener and fought tooth and nail before he managed to reach for the dagger hidden in his clothes to stab her and slit her throat for good measure. It was messy, there was blood everywhere, hers and his own, and later Viago received an angry letter from the client that read “I could have asked my local butcher to do the job. It would have saved me trouble and money.” Enzo’s wound wasn’t lethal - the other assassin didn’t have the strength to drive the letter opener through his throat and she missed the artery (“Fumbler.”) - but it still hurt like a bitch and he had to sloppily stitch himself up. The encounter left him with a nasty scar, a cold and very disappointed stare from Viago and the lesson that you really shouldn’t shit where you eat. 

🍀 Has Rook had any near-death experiences? What went through their mind during what they thought was going to be their final moments?

Enzo was on another job to kill a merchant in Minrathous who was messing up the lyrium market. The access to his house was poorly scouted and Enzo was given misinformation about the entrances; they were well guarded by sellswords. He decided to take the rooftop and use an open window. However, this was Minrathous, not Treviso; the high-town roofs are not built to be climbed by wayward Crows, the angles are steep and the ledges small. When he reached the window he was startled by a moving figure and he lost his footing. He fell and would have died if he didn’t hold on to bedding that had been hung out a window further down. He could let himself down safely from there but he was too shaky to take on the job for the rest of the night. When he fell he was thinking of Viago, his older brother, how disappointed he would be about another botched job. But most of all he was thinking of a younger Viago, much shorter with unruly locks and yet without his ridiculous facial hair, who protected him from that vicious Mabari and their mother’s beatings. Would he cry for him?  Bonus: When Enzo lay awake that night, still shaken by the experience and to be honest also embarrassed about the whole thing (Why would he waste the last seconds of his life with thoughts on stupid Viago? It should have been tits.), he came up with a new plan on how to reach the target. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a case that wasn’t well used. He reluctantly opened it and took out one of the small vials stored inside, inspecting it closely. He groaned at himself and started to write out his report in his usual negligent fashion: Useless informant, didn’t know about sellswords at the front door. Access via rooftop was unsuccessful impossible deemed unfeasible. Planning to eliminate the guards with “Just Desserts” this afternoon. “Damn you, Viago.”

[livingthedragonlife]

Rook Plants Ask Game

I decided to answer all the questions in that ask game i reblogged yesterday and im going to post all the answers for fun <3

[the ask game in question]

[my Rook, real name Valonril, also Val, I’ll be using all 3 interchangeably]

🌻 How old is your Rook? How do they feel about celebrating their birthday? What gift has meant the most to them?

Val is 28 and happy about it! There was a time in his life that he didn’t think he would make it this far, so he makes sure to celebrate every year. Mostly alone, doing a special thing for himself, but he isn’t averse to small get-together or gifts.

The best gift he’s ever gotten was from a close friend in the Veil Jumpers—custom archery gloves, when he decided that a bow would be his weapon of choice. For many years, he’s lovingly kept up maintenance of the leather and repaired any damage they receive.

🪻 What is the most painful injury your Rook has received? How has it affected them once it healed/scarred?

Rook is on the list of people who have broken their bones falling off an aravel. He broke his leg, which absolutely fucking sucked while traveling. It wasn’t so bad when they finally set up camp, because being a craftsmaster’s apprentice meant he was sitting down to do most of his work, and didn’t have to go very far when he needed something. It healed mostly without incident, but he can always tell when it’s going to rain when his left leg randomly starts aching.

The rest are under the cut because this is very long!!

🌹 What’s the first genuine fight Rook got in with their love interest about? How was it resolved?

Val romanced Davrin, and they’re kind of the inverse of each other? Rook is a silly, goofy guy to hide his stress and dark thoughts, while Davrin is very serious to hide his gooey caramel center and devastating survivor’s guilt. They can kind of talk past each other in times of emotional distress. 

There are times when it seems like Rook really isn’t taking shit seriously, and that upsets Davrin for obvious reasons. Meanwhile, Rook is taking everything so seriously that he’s working overtime trying to make sure nobody notices. Being accused of not caring, of joking around too much to keep some fucking levity in his life, set him off real bad. Davrin doesn’t get why Val can’t just be serious about this, people’s lives are at stake, and Val is like I AM!!! YOU LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW CAREFULLY I AM CONSIDERING THIS, ON PURPOSE, LET ME HAVE ONE (1) JOKE. 

They go cool off and come back to talk about it later. It’s a moment where they get to understand each other better.

🌸 Does your Rook have any siblings or close friends they see as such? Where are they during the events of Veilguard?

No siblings, but he had/has close friends! 

Isera was his childhood best friend from his clan, they always talked about being sisters like Andruil and Sylaise, because she was the hunter, and Val was the creative one. Their relationship stumbled when he came out, because they both really leaned hard on that “sisters” thing, and he was worried he’d lost her. When Val explained his connection to June to her, she went, “So we’re not Andruil and Sylaise. Because you’ve been June all along, Sylaise’s husband.” And then he started crying and they hugged it out. She was the first person he talked to about leaving his clan to join the Veil Jumpers. She was sad to see him go, but fully supported his need to move on. He misses her a lot, but they had the most closure of any of his relationships from his clan, and he’s more or less at peace with not having her in his life anymore.

Eloren, another Dalish elf from the Veil Jumpers, was another close friend, and one person he saved during that mission where he lost the map. They were fresh recruits together and bonded over not knowing what the fuck was going on, ever. At a certain point, Val felt comfortable enough to come out and Eloren went “YO ME TOO” so they then instantly bonded over being trans men as well (though Eloren leans more he/they transmasculine). For a very long time, they were inseparable, and they even had a Thing (sexual) for a little while. It was really healing for Val to get to directly talk about his problems with someone who could relate, and give him hope for his transition since Eloren was much farther along when they met than he was (his clan was a lot nicer about it than Val’s, which he was envious of but also glad for—it meant not all clans were like his). Obviously when Rook left with Varric, their relationship paused, but when he came back they picked up right where they left off as besties. Eloren is doing Veil Jumpers things for the duration of the game, and he survives to the end. Because I said so.

🌾 If there was a demon trying to trap/take over Rook, what kind would be the most successful? What would break their hold?

Despair demons have a particular affinity for targeting Val already. He has a lot of baggage from the transphobia he experienced in his clan and after, and ruined his relationship with both his parents about it. It is, unfortunately, very easy to bring him back to that place of despair, living a lie because it makes other people happy, feeling like something’s wrong but nobody believes him, walking on eggshells around people who are supposed to love him. The betrayal from his family and some of his other clanmates, and having to make the heart wrenching choice to leave all of them behind, even the ones who supported him. Every time they fight despair demons, Rook is not having a good time. This is all in addition to how despaired he would be if the demon decided to target his fear of letting down his team/everyone dying because of his actions.

I think a desire demon might get him too, though. Getting access to HRT and top surgery (“surgery”) was hard enough, he’s worried there might never be a way to get him the body he truly desires, outside of blood magic. It would be harder to get him, but if a desire demon promised him magic bottom surgery, and made a convincing enough argument? He would really be at risk of taking that deal.

What would snap him out of it… In the case of the despair demon, reminder that he doesn’t exist to please other people, for sure. He doesn’t exist to serve the whims of people who won’t respect him anyway, and the reminder that he already figured that shit out—it’s why he left his clan, he was sick of stifling himself for the sake of others. And/or being reminded that people love and respect him as a leader, and that he has friends/loved ones who will be there for him if and when something bad happens. Pretty straightforward “your mental illness is wrong” solution.

In the case of the desire demon, that’s a tougher one. It’s harder to get him into the demon’s hold, so it’ll also be harder to get him out—because if it can convince him it has what he wants, he’s really bought in hard. It’s what he’s been chasing for his entire transition, and getting him to “give it up” will be a fight for whoever’s attempting to get him to see reason. I think teasing apart the fact that the demon’s offer is inherently suspicious would loosen the grip at least a little. If demons could do this, it would be happening all over Thedas. Even if they can, making a deal with a demon never goes well. Plus, he always said he wanted to do it without blood magic—how far is he willing to bend his values? Not convincing him that he doesn’t need/shouldn’t want it, per se, but that this isn’t how he wants it, and he knows that deep down. And if you know him particularly well, the reminder that not having his perfect body doesn’t mean he’s not a man, and that the demon is doing exactly what his parents/clanmates did to him: trying to mold him for its own desires for what it thinks he should be, with no regard for his actual wellbeing. 

He would be deeply unwell after either of these encounters! <3

🌱 Was Rook involved romantically with anyone before Veilguard? What was their partner like? How did the relationship end?

Val had some short-lived relationships both in his clan—less than 6 months in every case. They were awkward at best, due to in part being a closeted gay trans teenager who didn’t understand why he really liked boys but… not like this. Even after he came out, and very early on HRT, he still felt like he was expected the play the role of a woman/girl even though his partner would call him by the correct words. Especially during sex, he hated sex for a very long time. And that was without the explicitly transphobic stuff he was going through. Pretty much every relationship at this point in his life fizzled out or ended on bad terms.

The Veil Jumpers introduced him to more people in general, and more trans people, including more trans Dalish elves. He did not feel even a little comfortable with a romantic relationship at that point in his life, mid-transition and pre-top surgery, especially considering how poorly the others in his life had been. After top surgery, though, he basically immediately entered his Slut Era, and though he does still have bottom dysphoria, not having boobs really changed the game for him. He was confident enough to enjoy being naked, and uh that really improves one’s sex life! His relationships after that were still pretty short-lived—though he got up to a year and a half once!—but he was much happier during them, and they ended amicably much more often. After Strife told him to get the fuck out, he hadn’t been intimate with anybody in a while and obviously was a little too busy for it while travelling around with Varric and Harding. 

🌼 If someone was to ask Spite what Rook smells like, what would he say?

Rook probably smells like the magic herbs from his HRT potion and leather cleaning supplies from when he cares for his armor. So in my best impression of Spite’s words, he smells like, “plants and tallow.” 

Making it better: “Plants and tallow. Always cultivating, maintaining, his body and others.” 

🌷If Rook needed to get away from their responsibilities for a moment, where would they go? Where is their safe space outside the Lighthouse?

He’d probably go fuck around in the woods honestly. He’d take his puzzle and some snacks and go hike around Arlathan for however long he needs to in order to feel normal again. But really, anywhere quiet with his beloved June’s Knot is his safe space. He wants to be alone with his object.

🥀 What figure from Rook’s personal past would be added to the regret prison?

Rook will always regret leaving his clan at least a little, and a big part of that is because he misses his craftsmaster, Hanarel. The man became his surrogate dad after his actual dad turned out to be a transphobic asshole, and his mom turned out to be too busy hand-wringing over their deteriorating relationship to protect him from it. As Rook was his apprentice, Hanarel would constantly “ask him to work late” (translated: allow him to stay late and do busywork to avoid his family) to make sure he was doing alright, and went out of his way to use proper masculine suffixes for him even before he started HRT or anything, when he still looked like a cis girl and most people would forget (or “forget”). Rook never properly thanked him for giving his young trans self a safe(r) space, and being a positive masculine role model for him. He wishes he would have done it before he left his clan for the Veil Jumpers, but he was so anxious to leave that unsafe environment, he just bounced without thinking about it. It eats at him sometimes. 

🪷 Does your Rook have an irrational phobia? (ie spiders or large man-made objects submerged underwater)

Rook is terrified of heights. Every time he uses the ziplines he is praying to gods he’s not even sure he respects anymore. He is forced to climb up so many things in this game and he’s shaking and sweating and sobbing and throwing up the whole time.

🍀 Has Rook had any near-death experiences? What went through their mind during what they thought was going to be their final moments?

It would be hard to go through this whole game and not have a few. During that double blighted dragon fight he absolutely had one.

The first thing he would think, hitting the ground and bleeding out, would be “I failed.” He was supposed to defeat the gods, it was his responsibility, and he fucked it up. So many people are going to suffer now, because of him. He’d think about all the work he’d done, left unfinished. And then he’d think about his clan, his family and friends, the people he hadn’t spoken to in years, even if he was sure some of them never wanted to see him again. He would want to apologize to his team for not being able to lead them, and in this particular scenario of the double dragon fight, he would wish he said something to Davrin while he had the chance.

And then he lives!! Hooray!

💐 What is the relationship Rook has with their faction mentor? What was the moment they sent Rook away like? 

Strife and Valonril weren’t, like, adversaries? But it was apparent early on that Val was gonna do his own thing, and they didn’t always see eye to eye. He respects Strife for his knowledge and experience, he would never say the man is stupid or a bad leader. But also, you know, sometimes his orders are wrong and dumb. Strife thinks Rook is this close to being a loose cannon, but he keeps saving lives and being stubbornly determined at all costs and getting people to like him. They respect each other, but different philosophies in leadership make their relationship kinda tense.

The moment Strife sent him away was closer to a “you can’t fire me, I quit!” on Rook’s part tbh. He refused to budge on his conviction that the team’s lives were more important than that stupid ass map, and the argument that ensued from that stubbornness was explosive. Val stomped off, indignant, leaving Strife huffing and puffing with equal rage. When they meet again after Solas’ ritual, they do that thing where they narrow their eyes at each other and quietly decide that they can put the past aside… for now.

🌺 Is there an object from Rook’s childhood they look back on fondly? (ie a favorite stuffed animal, book, or food)

Valonril still carries around a June’s Knot he was given while in his clan. It was his favorite toy as a kid, and became a fidget toy as he grew up. It’s an impossible puzzle, built so it can never be solved, and since the game has never depicted one, I’ve imagined it as a 3D sliding block puzzle. If it could be solved, it would create a smooth surface on all sides, but there’s always at least one block out of place disrupting the shape. He can almost-solve it as many times as he wants, in countless ways, and often uses it to help himself focus or keep his hands busy while doing something else. He takes it literally everywhere.

🌿 Does your Rook have any tattoos? What was the moment when they got them like? If they’re a Crow where is their de Riva brand located? What vallaslin do they have/how did they earn it if they’re Dalish?

Val is Dalish and has some non-culture related tattoos! For fun! If Veilguard was based, he would also have piercings 

He has the vallaslin of June, the god of crafts. It’s both a practical meaning, because Rook was the craftsmaster’s apprentice before he left his clan, and a personal one. In the myths about June told by his clan, June “created himself” and as a trans man that story always resonated with him. He got his vallaslin right on time at 18, and picked it for those two reasons.

His other two tattoos are on his chest and right arm. The one on his chest is the little swirly/diamond design, he got it to commemorate his top surgery after it fully healed. The sleeve on his right arm is something he’s just doing for funsies—he started it while in the Veil Jumpers and unfortunately had to stop before the design was complete because Strife told him to fuck all the way off. He plans to finish it at some point!

The “unfinished” part would be that he wanted it to go all the way up and over his shoulder and cover the back of his arm, but as you can see, it is not that way.

🍂 What was it like the first time Rook killed someone? How did they react afterwards?

Oh, he was unwell.

Rook was not a hunter, and hadn’t so much had killed an animal (on purpose, anyway) before joining the Veil Jumpers. He knew the necessity of hunting and saw the hunters in his clan carrying back fresh animals, so doing that didn’t bother him so much. He had to fight sentinels in Arlathan, which was difficult physically, but not emotionally. 

Killing a person? Horror unmatched. It was in self-defense, when he and a small group of other Veil Jumpers ran into some thieves who were trying to steal some artifacts and wouldn’t take “please stop” for an answer. But he did not have a good time and it’s a big part of why he’s pretty obsessed with saving people’s lives.

[diamond-endermite]

Persona x Hazbin Hotel

hold on let me cook, I know this sounds insane. (also sadly have not watched the Hazbin Hotel show in full, I can't stream it. no money. so any mistakes are my bad.) But...... the Overlords have palaces. Val is lust for example. but this idea started with Vox, I find him much more interesting in this au. he would have a palace similar to Osaka jail from P5 Strikers. the main cast walking into a world full of tech, with a tower in front of them, their mission is to get to the top. but as they go the place is not as they expected. they think Vox is just a jerk, he hangs out with Vals. it's not hard to believe he's similar to them. but they come to learn more about him. anyway by the boss at the end it's no surprise that the fight is not as crazy as they thought. after the talk with Shadow Vox, the fight starts, the room that was once an office opens up into a platform, the walls are gone just an open dark blue sky, with blue rings above them. Shadow Vox is going to show how strong he is. Shadow Vox jumps off the side, but the crew soon hears the sound of drones, as Vox now standing on a drone flies up next to the building other drones at his side. he is 100 meters tall but looks the same as usual, which is weird. all the other palace rulers changed their forms, but Vox. the battle begins, and lasers are being fired, drones doing most of the fighting, but also Vox after a few rounds changes up and electric attack. It's one of those big ones, the crew has to block/guard. after taking down some of Shadow Vox's health he starts to move he's on a drone, and he begins to fly around. at this point, he can't be hit, and something has to be done to slow him down. now if you want to be that person, you could write it as throwing an Alastor Body at Vox gets him to stop. as he grabs it and just holds the pillow. keeping him still so the fight can keep going. XD

this keeps going for a wail, but the crew wins. Shadow Vox is down, and he's crying? now this bit would be up for debate. I don't really know how Shadow Vox world reacts. but there would be a moment and... real Vox walks in just asking if everyone is done. XD Now this was an idea I had, where Vox gets wind of the Meta App and gets himself a copy, he knows he has a palace. this is not why Shadow Vox didn't change going into fight mode. but Vox just reflects, and for whatever reason I don't know, I sadly have not watched Hazbin Hotel in full (I can't afford it) so I may be missing something on Vox's character. but Vox reflects/talks to Shadow Vox and for whatever reason you want to give him he gets a persona and joins the Shadow Hazbins, he becomes the navigator. sorry for the long-winded post, just wanted to get this idea out there. also one final note, Vox and Alastor would become friends again. Alastor joins the team after his own Palace is dealt with not sure how that would look. then Vox joins the team. Alastor is not happy, but at some point befriends Vox again. (ps. I really love Alastor and Vox being friends.)

[eclvpses]

As per usual, Valentina knew exactly what to say to make Rosa’s heart skip a beat, then squeeze tight with yearning. Even though deep down she knew they weren’t good for each other, past fights and break ups proof of that, she’d also been the person to love Rosa the deepest. Out of everyone she’d ever been with, if she’d ever had any doubts about being cared for and fussed over, those didn’t carry over with Val. It’s what always drew Rosa back to her - she was loyal, and fierce, and so infuriatingly headstrong - and Rosa generally found she couldn’t get enough of it. Looking at their clasped hands, she knew the better idea would be to let go, step back and give herself space to think clearly. But Rosa found that in that moment, she couldn’t, because as deeply as Val loved her, Rosa felt a similar devastating love that always made letting go impossible. It’s how they wound up in this cycle time after time. “I know,” she whispered, finally giving Val’s hand a squeeze back and pulling her in closer. If she was going to indulge in her fantasies that they could maybe be the perfect couple one day, Rosa didn’t want to waste a moment on hesitations or disparities. “I miss you too.” Horrifyingly, she realized that she’d started to actually tear up. Not that she should be particularly surprised, Rosa was the type to cry over spilled milk. And so much had transpired between her and Val, it felt almost satisfying to allow emotions she wanted to keep tampered finally flow out of her. “Even though I probably shouldn’t - I miss you all the time.” Swiping at her eyes quickly, Rosa gave a half-hearted shrug, seemingly out of nowhere, trying to convey she was fine, everything was fine, even if she really felt like her brain was melting and her heart was squeezing into shapes it couldn’t take on. “Yeah, you can get me a drink,” she finally conceded, glancing nervously at where she was still holding Val’s hand, then into her eyes. “And then you can take me home. If you want.”

Valentina was not one to think twice about her actions. Everything she did had purpose and meaning. It made her angry that the guy felt entitled to Rosalind in any way when she herself who had a real connection to her didn’t act in that way. Not that she wanted to or would have, specially knowing how Rosa probably felt about her. “He should be lucky that’s all he got.” she said, glancing in the dudes direction who now was exiting the building. Had she not craved Rosa’s attention so much, Val would have probably followed him out. Showed him her new weapon of choice and asked for his personal opinion. Instead she put him out her mind and smiled at Rosa- who’s laugh satisfying this ever present feeling inside of her. “Don’t you worry about him. I’ll always keep you safe.” she said, taking her hand for a moment and giving it a squeeze. She meant everything she said. Val would burn the island and lay everyone at her feet if Rosa asked. Despite their history there wasn’t one single thing that she could do or say to make Val not love her. Not a single thing. “Thank you, but how about this one on me? I’ve missed you.”

[runnning-outof-time]

For your in bed together blurb request: How about a 46 with Tommy? xx Val

Thanks for sending this in, Val! 🥰 I’m sorry I went a little somber with it. 46 is because this is the first time I’ve ever seen you cry. 

Here For You

Tommy Shelby

Warnings: mentions of the death of a grandparent

Tommy comes to visit (Y/N)’s family home, hoping that his girlfriend would be there.

He waited patiently outside the door after knocking on it, hoping someone would answer. After a few moments, his hopes were fulfilled when the door opened to show (Y/N)’s mother.

“Hello, Mr. Shelby, what can I do for you today?” she asked, a bit of shock in her features.

“Is your daughter in, Mrs. (Y/L/N)?” he asked her as he removed the peaked cap from his head.

“She is…she’s in her room,” the older woman responded, her words taking on a somber tone.

“May I come in and see her?” he asked another question then.

“Yes, you may, Mr. Shelby,” she nodded before stepping aside and opening the door wider for him to enter.

“You can call me Tommy, Mrs. (Y/L/N),” he reminded her as he stepped further into the home.

“I know. It’s just so different yet. I’m not used to it,” she told him with a smile, “and you can call me by my name as well,” she added then.

“That would be improper of me, Mrs. (Y/L/N),” he responded with a smile, his words making her chuckle. She didn’t think that the gangster that ruled over Small Heath would be so polite, but he was surely proving her wrong. “Where is (Y/N)?” he asked then, going back to the original reason behind him being there.

“In her room,” the woman responded before motioning to the stairs.

“May I?” he asked before motioning there. She nodded, a sad smile on her face. He nodded as well before he slowly ascended the steps. “(Y/N)?” he asked softly as he knocked on the door that was slightly ajar.

“Yes?” came her soft voice from the other side. He could tell by her tone that she’d been crying. The thought tugged at a place in his heart he didn’t even knew he still had.

“Can I come in, love?” he asked her, his voice still soft.

“Yes,” this response was even quieter than the first, but he still heard it. He pushed open the door and entered the room, shutting it quietly behind him before he shrugged off his overcoat. “You shouldn’t see me like this, Tommy,” she said from where she was tucked under the covers. He couldn’t even see her face because she was facing the wall, but again, he knew she was crying.

“I won’t think any different of you,” he told her as he moved over to the bed. “May I sit?” he asked her then.

“Yes,” she whispered, giving him the go-ahead to sit down on the foot of the bed. They sat in silence for a few moments then before she began shaking slightly. “I really miss her, Tommy,” she said through her silent sobs as she tried to make it seem like she was perfectly fine. Her attempts weren’t going so well.

Tommy frowned at her broken statement as he then stood from the bed. “Scoot over,” he told her, his words finally making her look in his direction.

“Why?”

“Because this is the first time I’ve ever seen you cry, and I think I know what might help,” he told her as he took in her tear-soaked face.

“Ok,” her response was weak, but she listened to what he said, moving over in her small bed so that he’d have just enough room to lay next to her. When she was situated, he laid down, draping his arm over her. She found his hand quickly, twisting their fingers together and holding onto him tightly.

“I’m sorry you’ve got to see me like this,” she said in between her sniffles, “and that I’m pulling you away from the things you’re doing.”

“You’re not,” Tommy disagreed with her statement, “and don’t ever apologize for how you’re feeling. I’m gonna stay here with you until you feel better.”

(Y/N) smiled at his words, letting go of his hand so that she could bring his knuckles up to kiss them softly. “You might be stuck here for a few days, you know,” she told him, trying her best to make light in their situation. Her heart was really hurting at the moment, but it helped having him with her.

“I’m fine with that,” he told her, his fingers finding hers again so that he could squeeze them.

———

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[rkrispyt]

*sigh*

Oh boy.

What is there to even say?

I suppose my immediate thoughts are...

I imagined the worst and it was that they a. would leave Portwell without even a moment to put closure on it, see any of it from EJ's point of view, and let them move forward as friends and b. wouldn't resolve EJ's entire plotline this season, we'd never even find out what he does next or what happened with all that

...and shocker, guess what happened (or rather didn't)?

The way they treated portwell...goodness. It's like season two was a fever dream. In the end they just used them to beat a dead horse of "EJ sucks and was such a mistake, YOU'RE so much better and everything he was not" even though we SAW that EJ IS/WAS those things in season two but...again, fever dream, amirite? Sorry but...did the Ricky/Gina pairing need all that to help move it along? That seems like an awful lot. Why so much shit talking of EJ/Portwell? Damn. Just mean and not necessary.

And last but not least, the biggest shocker of this season for me: the way this show has completely turned me against Gina Porter.

I have been RIDE OR MOTHERFUCKING DIE for her since day one moment one of this series. And I spent 99.9% of this season wondering who this podperson version of her is.

Not because she did questionable things. But because there was absolutely no accountability for those things. She's 'the main girl' now, so they've Mary Sue'd her into some flawless can-do-no-wrong version of the character I loved. But that girl? In S3? That's not Gina Porter. In fact, some of us have now dubbed 'Pina Gorter'.

Man oh man, I don't know what this season was but it was not the show I have loved for two seasons. The heart of this show, the root of it, has been missing for me since 3.01. I've hated to admit it, struggled to accept it, but by the time the credits rolled on this finale, it left me with no choice but to face it.

The HSMTMTS that I loved so much is no more.

The Gina Porter I loved so much is no more.

The Portwell that won my heart has been erased in canon as if it never happened.

And the EJ Caswell that shockingly won me over in S2 absolutely deserves better. I will fight for his happiness from beyond the grave. I cannot wrap my head around all they did to him this season, why they felt he deserved any of that, and the fact that they left it all unfinished once it served its purpose of justifying Gina breaking up with him.

They really left him with no friends whatsoever, crying after his father fucking hung up on him when he tried to have a heart to heart. Which doesn't bode well for him being with everyone BUT Val as he navigates this next step of life. Lucky EJ.

Like...Val couldn't swing by Ashlyn or Gina on her way out to be like "EJ really needs a friend right now and I gotta go - get on that, bitches"? It makes so much sense for Ashlyn to be there for him, and is such a great opportunity to move Portwell into friendship post dating for her to be there for him even though things are weird because despite the breakup they DO still care about each other.

Honestly though...this show left things with Portwell as if...I mean, do they care about each other? Like, at all? I don't know that we're meant to believe they do at the end of the day.

I have so so many more thoughts on this finale and season and what on earth this means for what season four will look like for those that continue to watch.

For now all I can say is...

We are in the darkest timeline. Truly.

[thefanficmonster]

idk if u know him but i just found out that technoblade has cancer and now im really sad but it did get me a lil curious to see a small corpse x reader scenario or headcanons where reader announces they have cancer in the midst of playing with corpse and their friends on stream?

Sorry for the long wait dear but here is your request finally fulfilled. Because of my long queue I decided to go for headcanons and I hope you don't mind. If you want a full fic of this concept don't hesitate to let me know ~ XOXO, Vy 💕

Streamer gang & Reader (Gender Neutral)

TW: Mentions of suffering from cancer, Mentions of hospital visits and hospital treatment

- You had been running late for the stream you and the crew had arranged a few days prior - Because of certain problems with the system at you hospital, you had to attend your appointment that day instead of the day before, the timing clashing a bit with the timing of the stream - You sent Rae a quick text that you'd be late for the event, hoping she wouldn't ask why - And luckily she didn't - Truth be told, it's not like you were going to extreme lengths to hide your illness, you just didn't want you friends seeing you differently - Still, however, you were planning to tell them sooner or later - You always made up scenarios in your head of how it would go and only in a few were your news accepted lightly - You hated that you had to risk all those other, far less fortunate alternatives, but it was what it was and you had zero control of how they’d react so you were practically helpless in that field - That being said, you just let out a sigh every time your mind started going down that route - “Hey guys, sorry I’m late. The hospital messed up my appointment which was supposed to be YESTERDAY. So shout out to them, you guys suck. Just kidding, y’all keep me alive.” - Your friends chuckled at your comment, paying no mind to it as anything but a joke - “Time you switch hospitals then.” Toast nudges you jokingly - “Oh trust me, bro, that would be hella more complicated than just making appointments in my local one. All my paperwork, records, medical history, everything’s there. I can just about imagine how much of it would be lost if I moved.” - Corpse scoffs, amused, “Damn, you make it sound like you’re in and out of the hospital more than I am.” - You playfully roll your eyes even though he can’t see me, “Yeah, well having cancer does that to a person.” - The call goes quiet for a few moments, making you think back to what you just said, turning pale as a ghost, all you blood running cold - “Fuck-” Corpse is the first one to speak up, “That’s fucking horrible.” - “Why didn’t you tell us?” Rae follows him up, voice equally as concerned as Corpse’s, both of them clearly rattled by your confession - As is the rest of the game lobby - You fidget with your hands, your eyes stinging with sudden hot tears that are threatening to spill but you refuse to let them - The last thing you were expecting when imagining the aforementioned scenarios was crying - You thought you had come to terms with it long ago to the point where you can even joke about it but turns out you were wrong - “I-” You begin to speak but stutter because of the knot in your throat, “I didn’t want you guys to...pity me or see me any differently. I-..I wouldn’t be able to stand even you treating me like I’m fragile and overthinking everything you say in my presence.” - Your response is answered by another moment of silence before your racing mind is put to a slight ease by Corpse’s voice travelling through your headset - “Nothing will change, Y/N.” He says, tone still shaky but at least steadier than before, “You’re still the most badass impostor among us.” He pauses, “Pun was not intended, but I truly mean it.” - “Yeah, you’re still the same and so are we, this changes nothing.” Toast says reassuringly. - “However!” Rae interrupts, causing your heart to drop, “Do you promise to never again keep us in the dark about things going on in your life? We’re your friends and we wanna be there for you, don’t keep our hands tied.” - Your heart rose and dropped yet again but did so under the effect of a completely different emotion than before - joy - The tears prickling your eyes are now happy tears, ones you hadn’t let out in years - “I promise.” You say with a sniffle, “And one more thing...” - “Yeah?” Corpse says - “Thank you.”

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[beef-brisket]

Adam stared at Lucifer. God, he wanted that phone back. He doesn't seem too mad, so that was good.

Lucifer: ...alright

Adam couldn't grab the phone back quick enough.

Adam: m-mama!?

Lucifer stood by while Adam was on the phone. He could hear his mother on the other end, pleading with him to tell her where he was.

Lucifer knew Adam was trying not to cry, he was trying so hard.

Sera: p-please bany- tell me where you are- I'm not mad, I'll never be mad- I miss you, my baby- I need you please! Please tell me- Lucifer! I know you can hear this- give me my baby back! If you want money, I'll give you money! Anything, I'll give you anything, just give my Adam back! Please!

Adam broke down. Lucifer had to turn away, he could barely handle the horrible noises Adam was making as he heard his mother beg him.

Lucifer: hang up Adam.

Adam: m-mama please- no L-Luci- not yet, please-

Lucifer: Adam- please... either make her stop or hang up.

Adam: can I be alone- for a moment?

Lucifer: no- I can't allow that

Adam: luci, please? I won't say anything, I promise- I just... she's my mom, please, please Luci

Lucifer continued to listen to Seras' begging, which was getting more and more desperate. He nodded to Adam and walked inside. He's only spoken to Charlie a couple of times but Adam would always give him space, it was only fair that he does the same.

Adam sighed and continued to talk to Sera when Lucifer was gone.

Adam: mama... I'm... safe... I think, Lucifer can be... weird sometimes-

Sera: weird? What do you mean weird? Did he do something to you!? What did he do, Addie?

Adam: n-nothing ma! I swear- he just... panics sometimes and makes bad decisions

Sera: I'll kill him Adam, I'll kill him if he even touches you!

Adam: I know you will mama. I just... need some time to think.

Sera: about what, baby? You want to come home, right?

Adam felt himself tear up. There was nothing he missed more than home. His mom and sister. His work friends. Everyone. Fuck, he even missed Val. The creep.

Adam: o-of course I do mama. I just... I don't think I can just leave- the babies-

Sera: bring them with you! I'll help you look after them, sweetheart! We don't need Lucifer!

Adam: it's not that, ma.

Sera: then what is it?! Are you there by choice!?

Adam: no- yes- not really-

Sera: fucks sakes Adam! Did you break him out?! Did you... have sex with him whole he was in prison!?

Adam: mama please- please don't do this-

Sera: Answer me Adam. Right now. What did you do? Oh my God... did you kill Lilith?

Adam: mama! No! I had nothing to do with that! Why would you-?!

Sera: what am I ment to think, Adam? You're on the run! With two babies! I can't believe you let him get you pregnant! I can't believe you had sex with a murderer! In prison! What the fuck is wrong with you! Look at the mess you've gotten yourself into!

Adam: i-i know mama- please stop- I can't d-deal with this right now- I-I can't sleep, I can't eat- I can't deal with this mama

Sera: where are you Adam! Tell me right now! You owe me that much! I've been worried sick about you! I had a fucking heart attack Adam! I was looking for you in the fucking woods- I looked everywhere! You nearly killed me! Do you understand that, boy!?

Adam: i-im so sorry mumma, i-i had no idea- im so sorry! I-im in b-brazil mama... I'm in Brazil...

Sera: ...where in Brazil?

Adam: I don't know... about an hour away from some hospital... in the middle of nowhere.

Adam was so tired. So exhausted. He couldn't speak in coherent sentences by the time he hung up with Sera. He had no idea what would happen now. Sera said she'll raise Hell to find him. Shit.

Adam didn't even hear Lucifer come back outside and slowly take his phone out of his hand.

Lucifer: Adam? Are you alright? Did you have a good talk?

Adam: ...she had a heart attack. I nearly killed my mom. It's my fault. All of this... what was I thinking? Doing any of this... getting you out, getting pregnant by you... I... I nearly killed my mom... my poor mama- my sister- they searched for my fucking body! I ruined everything- I just want to go back- I want everything to go back to the way it was! M-my mama-!

Lucifer watched as Adam curled into himself and cried. He sat next to him and rubbed his back. He thought about everything Adam said. He didn't think his mom would get sick. He had no idea how bad it was back home. How badly Adam would take everything.

Alternative Prison Au

@fanofstuff01 @beef-brisket

Adam walked through the doors of the prison in his new guard uniform. He was of course nervous to be working with very violent people, but his mother helped get him the job here.

A woman with short hair greeted him.

Lute: Hello, you must be Adam.

Adam: I am.

Lute: The names Lute Danger. I'll be your commanding officer for the time being. Let me show you around where you'll be working.

She showed him where everything was and where the prisoners are.

Lute: You need to be tough or they will walk all over you. Some will listen, most won't. Don't be afraid to get a little forceful. It's your life or theirs.

As she explained the rules to Adam, one inmate in particular was watching their exchange.

Lucifer internally: Maybe..... Just maybe he could be my ticket out of here.

[ptergwen]

Hi val! Got a request, it's okay if you don't wanna write it, but can you write about peter telling the reader he's going on a huge mission and he's excited about it but the reader is so worried they end up arguing? But when peter gets back from mission all bruised, the reader is still upset but dresses his wound anyway and it ends up with fluff??

abort mission

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, and angst

a/n: woah woah woah i ended up writing way more than i expected but i loved this request so much :,) i hope you do too

-

“we’re staying in this, like, super fancy castle while we’re there. it’s gonna be awesome,” peter rambles to you. he takes all the clean shirts in his drawer and throws them into a suitcase.

he’s packing for a mission in europe with the avengers, and you’re here to say goodbye. you’ve been pretty quiet while peter gives you as many details as he’s allowed to. it’s always an honor when the team invites him on. he gets so stoked about it. you’re happy he’s happy and gets to pursue his passion, but you’ve noticed a pattern.

every time peter leaves the country with earth’s mightiest heroes, he comes back in worse condition than the last. it seems like they protect everyone except peter. he’s oblivious to the fact that the end result is always his suffering. he’s just glad to be there. really, he gets nothing in return except scars that never heal, not even a permanent spot on the team. 

so, you’re not thrilled he agreed to go.

“plus, i get to miss two weeks of school.” peter beams, getting onto his knees to zip the suitcase. “feels like a vacation almost.” “you like school, though,” you remind him. you’re sat at the edge of his bed while you watch, rather than help. he hops up again with a shrug. “i like vacations more.” “it’s not a vacation,” you mutter to yourself, then speak up.

“how are you gonna catch up? that’s a lot of missing assignments.” with that same innocent smile, peter walks over to you. he grabs both your hands and laces your fingers together. “i’m a fast learner. besides, ned said he’d help me.” you sigh, looking down at the floor so you don’t have to look at peter. “or, you could. make it into a little study date when i get back,” he suggests while playing with your fingers.

“i don’t even want you to go,” you finally admit and meet his sparkling eyes. nothing could ever dull them. “why not? you’re gonna miss me?” peter teases, pressing a couple of kisses to your palm. “you don’t have to. i’m pretty sure france has wifi.” he wiggles his eyebrows. “oui oui, mademoiselle, eh?” despite yourself, you giggle at his french accent and tug on his hands. he sits down next to you with a chuckle.

“nat has been giving me lessons,” peter explains, you quirking an eyebrow. “she speaks french?” “she speaks a lot of languages, actually. she’s so cool.” peter scoots closer to you and sets his hands on your waist, his voice dropping. “you’d love her.” your face twists up in confusion at the idea.

you don’t have anything against the avengers, obviously. they’re good people. you’re just not the biggest fan of them at the moment, considering the circumstances they’ve put peter under.

“peter, i don’t want you to go,” you repeat more seriously than before. your teeth sink into your lower lip. “and, it’s not because i’ll miss you.” “none taken,” peter jokes, implying there should’ve been a no offense. he then realizes how distressed you look, so he cuts it out. “sorry, sorry. i’m done now. how come?”

you take his hand again and hold it tight. “what if you get hurt?” you ask in the nicest way possible, out of care. “i don’t wanna see you hurting, pete. this mission sounds really... dangerous.” he runs his thumb over the back of your hand, his grin faltering a bit. “it is, but i’m ready for it. i’ll be fine.”

you’re not convinced yet. that line he likes to overuse isn’t enough to do the trick.

his eyes searching for yours, peter brushes a piece of your hair back. “have a little faith in me, babe.” “no, i... i do. i have the most faith in you, peter.” you find yourself frowning as he twirls your locks around his finger. “that’s not the problem.” peter’s voice becomes a whisper. “what is it, then? talk to me.”

you do the opposite because you’re afraid you’ll upset him further, which is the last thing he needs right now. your silence prompts peter to fill it. “would it make you feel better if i say mr. stark is keeping an eye on me?” he’s smiling sheepishly, you scoffing. “oh, like he kept an eye on you in amsterdam?”

the only eye related activity that happened there was peter almost losing one of his. he’d come back with an eyepatch and couldn’t see out of it for over a month. to this day, there’s still a bit of blood in it when you look close enough.

“i already told you, that was my fault,” peter grumbles, turning so he faces forward. “i didn’t listen to him-“ “who gives a shit? he’s the one who put you in that situation!” you blurt out. you’ve been way too patient this whole time, and now you’re reaching your breaking point. “you say that like i didn’t wanna be there.” peter clenches his jaw, still mostly calm.

“either way, mr. stark,” you mock what peter always calls him, “was supposed to keep you safe, and he didn’t. i’m scared it’s gonna happen again.��� letting out a noise close to a growl, peter stands up from the bed. “you’re not listening to me, y/n. everything was fine. i just-“ you’re not in the mood to hear him make excuses, so you interrupt.

“do you know any other sixteen year olds who fight literal terrorists on their free time?” you rhetorically ask and get to your own feet. peter tries to walk away from you, only you follow him. “you’re a kid, peter, in case you forgot.” he spins around to give you a nasty look. “do you know any other sixteen year olds who stick to fucking walls?”

your heart starts to race from his sudden outburst. he’s scary when he’s mad, and he almost never gets mad at you. all you can do is blink dumbly. “didn’t think so,” peter spits. “this is what i’m supposed to do, help people. is that so wrong?” his breathing becomes ragged as his anger grows.

“what about you? are you helping yourself?” you speak softly, expecting an answer this time. “you’re not my fucking therapist, y/n,” he deflects the question. “i am your girlfriend, though. i care about you so much, you know that.” eyebrows furrowed in concern, you reach out for peter. he takes a step back. it doesn’t take long for tears to cloud your vision.

“i was excited to share this with you, and i thought you’d be happy for me.” peter balls his hands into fists at his sides. his voice stays low. “instead, you made it all about yourself. you can never let me enjoy team stuff.” you’re speechless, peter nodding as he lets his words sit. “thanks for the support.”

“you’re an asshole,” you laugh out bitterly and wipe under your eyes.

he didn’t mean to make you cry. he was so caught up in himself, he didn’t realize you were.

peter’s whole demeanor changes. “y/n, baby...” he attempts to put a hand on your cheek, but you hit it away. “get off of me. what did i just say?” you sniffle, your tone harsh in contrast. “you’re an asshole, peter.” he changes his mind about feeling bad. you’ve berated him way more than he did you, anyway.

“you should go. i have to be up early,” peter decides, even though he’d said you could stay the night. whatever, you don’t want to anymore. “fine,” you agree shortly. “i’m leaving.” he stands there while you collect your things, shoving them into your bag. you’re going slow enough so he has a chance to stop you. he doesn’t.

you pass by him on your way to his door, sucking in a breath. here’s your official goodbye. “see you later, peter. don’t die.” “mhm, i won’t,” he replies, his tongue poking at his cheek. with one more shared look between you two, you make your grand exit, no doubt informing may of her nephew’s behavior before you’re gone.

peter immediately regrets the way he talked to you, and that you’re leaving things like this. you were only trying to protect him. you’ll never be able to save the city like he does, so this is how you do it. he truly is an asshole for not seeing that.

frustration consuming him, peter kicks over his fully stuffed suitcase, its contents spilling out. he grits his teeth.

“fan-fucking-tastic.”

-

you don’t talk to peter the whole two weeks he’s gone except for some are you alive and yes texts. he’d called you quite a few times, and was sent to voicemail for all of them. he gave you the benefit of the doubt because of timezones.

it was actually because you declined, which peter knew deep down was the real reason.

he’s coming home from his mission today. you’re not sure when or if he plans on dropping by. you’re not sure you’d like him to, either. you don’t really get a choice in the end.

there’s a series of knocks at your window, at some ungodly time in the night. you’re all too familiar with this routine. it’s peter.

you slip out from under your covers, a scowl already painting your face as you go to the window. surely enough, peter is perched in front of it, clad in red and black. the suit must be new because you’ve never seen it. you push up the window and step aside so he can get through.

“thanks,” peter mumbles, climbing into your room less gracefully than usual. he’s sort of wobbly when he lands. “yeah,” you dully acknowledge. “how was france?” “uh, good. you know, lots of cheese and all that.” his voice is muffled from his mask, since he hasn’t taken it off yet. that’s odd. “i was talking about the mission, but cool,” you almost laugh back.

“the mission was... fine,” peter clarifies and scratches the back of his neck. he never describes something as simply being ‘fine.’ when the boy talks, he lectures. you’re starting to get worried. “that’s good. at least you didn’t die, right?” you say to lighten the mood. peter awkwardly chuckles. “haha, yeah. thank god for that.”

you hum and walk over to sit on your bed, peter staying where he is. “what time did you get back?” you wonder, a completely harmless question. “um, this morning,” he says in response, raising your suspicions. “why’re you still in the suit, then?” you squint at him. “i like it, by the way.” “thanks, y/n/n. i, uh,” peter trails off, no good explanations coming to mind.

you’re quickly developing a hunch for what what down. you wordlessly get up again, meeting peter by your window. he’s nervous to see what happens next. peter’s shoulders slump when your fingers land on his mask. you carefully lift it, revealing his face to you. his banged up, bloody face.

“surprise.” peter musters up a grin, you tossing the mask at his chest. you’re beyond angry now. it’s not at him, athough it is at his injuries. “please don’t be mad,” he nearly begs, you shaking your head. you go to leave your room for some space. peter’s fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you back. “i should’ve listened to you, okay? i’m sorry,” he genuinely apologizes.

you still don’t say anything while you look over his beaten body. there’s a gash with stitches in it on his chin, a deep slice across the bridge of his nose, cuts littering his cheeks. he’s even got a busted lip for good measure. this might be the worst condition he’s let you see him in.

“you were right, y/n. i think... i think i’m gonna sit the next one out. it’s too much for me, clearly,” peter continues, fingers sliding down to lock with yours. “you should say you told me so.” “how... how did this happen?” you manage to get out instead. “the bad guy fought me,” he says with the hint of a smirk. “i won, though.”

it’s a relief that he’s handling this so well, even earning a laugh from you. that puts you more at ease.

“this is probably a dumb question, but are you okay?” you brush your thumb over peter’s cheekbone gently, avoiding his scratches. “not really. my face hurts a lot, and flash is gonna tease the hell out of me on monday.” his lips form a line, arms looping around your waist. it’s very much welcomed by you.

“you just spent two weeks trying not to die, and you’re worried about flash?” you snicker and draw a heart on his skin. peter shrugs a shoulder. “he’s so mean to me.” he brings you in closer to him. “besides, this is the normal kid stuff i should be focusing on.” you’re glad he finally came to terms with that. you’ve been saying it for the longest time.

you smile wickedly at him. “exactly. so is all that homework you have to make up.” peter lets out a breathy laugh, you laying your head on his chest. “i missed you,” he tells you quietly. “really wish i could kiss you right now.” “i missed you too, pete. so much,” you murmur into him. your hands settle on his biceps. “and, i forgive you.” “thanks, baby,” peter exhales.

“of course. once your lips are healed,” you pull back from his chest, making a kissing noise. “pucker up, lover- oh my god.” you’re looking up at him with wild eyes. peter gets reasonably startled from it. “what? what’s wrong?” “you... you’re bleeding!” you point at his stitches. he winces, touching the spot. there’s blood, alright.

“crap. do you have a bandaid or something?” peter gives you an apologetic smile. “mr. stark said i should cover them when this happens.” maybe, tony isn’t so bad after all. you nod and take him by his hand. “yeah, in the bathroom. come with me.”

peter sits on the edge of your bathtub while you patch up his chin. he tells you more about the fun parts of his mission, you placing the cinderella bandaid over his gash. you have those from a while ago and also regular ones. however, he preferred the princess design.

“you saw the real mona lisa? like, in person? that’s insane.” you grin, smoothing down peter’s bandaid one last time. “yeah, she’s even prettier up close.” peter returns the smile. “thanks for taking care of me, y/n. i swear i don’t deserve you sometimes.” now pouting at him, you crouch down so you’re at his level. “it’s the other way around, peter.”

“let’s just agree to disagree,” he concludes and tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “i love you, okay?” “i love you, too.” you press a light kiss to his bandaid, getting a giggle from peter.

yeah, it’s going to be hell finding replacements for his lips.

[glimmerglanger]

If you feel like doing more HotR, could you do a Christmas (or any other family event) scene? I had a thought of Ben having a huge family Christmas for the first time in his life and it made me feel some type of way

Ohhhh, that’s such a cute and sweet idea. I ended up not going for Christmas, because the idea of a Thanksgiving meal occurred to me and wouldn’t let go. This is SO DOMESTIC. Codywan with a lot of family feels.

~~~~~

Ben had tried to cook a meal on Thanksgiving precisely once in his life, while in college and sharing an apartment with Quin. They’d attempted to cook a turkey in their oven, promising to handle the stuffing and potatoes, as well. Luminara and Bant were each supposed to bring other dishes, he could no longer recall exactly what.

None of them had succeeded.

Some of the resulting food had been, at least, edible. Much of it had not.

They’d eaten stale cereal with milk while sitting around and watching a football game, instead.

It was a good memory, in the end. Something they laughed about together. And Ben had never tried to cook anything like that, again. Qui-Gon had never been interested in such things growing up. He said it always ended up being a waste, and that true thankfulness had nothing to do with cooking too much food or overeating.

And so, really, Ben wasn’t expecting anything when he woke up on the last Thursday in November, tucked in close to Cody in the new bed they’d bought a month ago, tired of trying to wedge into Cody’s little twin.

Technically, he mostly noted Thanksgiving because it meant he didn’t have to work and could, allegedly, sleep in. But Cody was always up early. Cattle didn’t take holidays, after all, and Ben was generally up when Cody rose, after sharing a bed with him for a few months, and so he was sitting at the table in the pre-dawn light when Cody put a cup of tea in front of him and said, “Eat a big breakfast this morning, we won’t eat again until late.”

“Hm?” Ben asked, tilting his face up, and got a kiss in answer.

“I’ll be back,” Cody said, brushing a kiss to his forehead, as well, before zipping up his coat and disappearing through the door. “You finish waking up.”

Ben nodded, drank his tea, and pulled out his books to make some headway on his final paper; not due for weeks yet, but it was a huge project. By the time Cody came back, cold clinging to him, he’d gotten most of his work done and grinned, standing to pull Cody into a hug, murmuring, “How about you let me warm you up properly, hm?”

Cody grinned against his mouth, slid his cold hands up under Ben’s shirt, and said, “Later. We’ll warm each other up. Come on, get dressed. We’re about to start the cooking.”

And it was only then that Ben really, truly, recalled that most people around the country did something for the holiday. “Ah,” he said, with a little grimace, thinking about the delicious food that Jango and Val managed to produce on a regular basis, “I really can’t cook.”

Cody snorted, thumbs brushing over his skin, and said, “We know. That’s alright. Anyone can cut up vegetables. Come on.”

Which was how Ben ended up standing in the kitchen in the main house, which had been cleared of all chairs, the counters and table stacked with meat, vegetables, and large metal baskets.

“Here,” Cody said, nudging Ben between Wooley and Echo, “just cut whatever mom tells you to chop. I have to go check the pit.”

“The pit?” Ben asked, but Cody was already heading out the back door. Echo was involved in an animated conversation with Fives, and Wooley was humming along to whatever music playing through his earbuds, and so Ben just shrugged, took the yams he was handed, and started peeling and chopping them.

The parade was playing on repeat in the other room, the television turned so that everyone working around the table could kind of see it, and Ben fell to talking with Boba and Ahsoka - also contributing by chopping vegetables - as Val and Jango did something with what appeared to be a bunch of chicken over by the counters.

It wasn’t until Fox - and Ben had only met the man the night before - brought over a basket lined with aluminum foil and started putting the vegetables in, that Ben thought to ask, “What are we cooking, anyway?”

Fox blinked across at him. Despite having only met in person the previous day, Ben felt like he knew Fox well enough. They’d spoken often throughout his court cases, after all.

“Dinner,” Fox said.

“It’s a hāngi,” Boba said, tossing yams into the basket. “Mom and dad only do them for special occasions. You missed the one in July. Just put the vegetables in, you’ll see, it’s really good.”

And that was that. Ben helped load up the vegetables, and carried one of the baskets out through the back door when instructed, over to what appeared to be a pit, well back from the house.

Cody and Wolf - who had also flown in the night before - were standing over the pit, which was radiating heat, leaning on shovels. A large pile of ash sat to one side, and Cody’s pants were covered with it. Jango and Val reached the pit first, and Ben watched as baskets were lowered in, one after another, meat first followed by the vegetables.

Cody covered the food with blankets before he and Wolf grabbed up their shovels again and started burying the whole thing.

Ben lingered to watch, smiling when Cody finished and stepped over to kiss him sweetly. “Now what?” Ben asked, since he’d just watched them bury dinner.

“Now it cooks for a few hours,” Cody said, nuzzling back against his jaw. Cody no longer felt cold, but he’d been, apparently, standing by a fire pit and doing manual labour. “And then we eat it.”

“No,” Fives said, bounding up and pushing Cody’s shoulders before continuing on, “now we play football.”

Cody rolled his eyes and said, “That, too.” His expression grew more serious as he looked Ben up and down. “You don’t have to play.”

“I think there’ll be an uneven number of players, if I do,” Ben pointed out. It seemed handy, having twelve children if you wanted even teams for sporting events.

“Nah,” Rex said, arriving at a jog, “Ahsoka’s playing, so you have to, otherwise we’re a man down.”

Which was, he supposed, how they all ended up down in the field where Ahsoka still did the dog training classes, though the obstacles had all been cleared away, giving them lots of open space. The brothers agreed, after only a little arguing, that Fox and Wolf should get to be captains, to welcome them home, and the oldest set of twins quickly picked teams.

And Ben only realized that Cody thought he didn’t know how to play when Cody tugged him to one side - they were on the same team, which Boba had thought was hilarious - and said, “Just have fun, alright? We don’t play tackle anymore, and it isn’t a big deal who wins or loses.”

Ben stifled the smile that tried to curl across his lips at Cody - quite possibly one of the most competitive people he’d ever met - claiming that it didn’t matter who won or lost. He just nodded and said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

And, when he got the ball, two plays into the game, he scrambled back, looked down field, and nailed Crys a few feet away from the line they’d designated the end zone. Crys caught the ball, shouted, laughing, dodged past Ponds, and took the two necessary steps before getting jumped on by half his brothers and buried.

Ben laughed, well back down the field, blood pumping fast with a swell of pleasure, and Cody grabbed him by his shoulders, turning him and pulling him into a kiss. “You!” Cody said, after a beat, pulling away from him. “You can--”

“Throw a football?” Ben suggested, kissing him again, briefly. “Indeed I can. Not as well as I could in highschool, but--”

Cody kissed him again, laughing against his mouth, and only quit when his brothers all gathered around to heckle them, insisting on getting back to the game. They chased one another around the field, grabbing for the rags tucked into belts, tossing the ball around, until Ben felt breathless and delighted, until Jango hollered for them from back towards the house.

Cody took his hand on the way back up the lane and led him around to the back of the house as many of the rest of his brothers flooded inside. Cody, Fox, Wolf, and Rex seemed to be on, well, unburying duty.

Ben watched them work for a moment, turning as Val stepped up to his side, offering him a beer, asking, “Good game?”

“Seemed to be,” Ben said, nodding his thanks and taking a long drink. It was cold, which felt good after all the activity. Despite the chilly temperatures, he was sweating all down his back, even with his coat thrown to one side.

“Good,” she said, and nudged him, “come inside and get cleaned up for dinner. Then you can come back and watch Cody, if you want.”

He snorted a laugh and followed her, scrubbing his hands clean over the kitchen sink, watching Cody through the window over the counter, listening to the family bicker about setting the table behind him and--

Swallowing, thickly, as his throat got tight all at once. He took the opportunity to splash water across his face, drying his skin even as cheers started going up, the brothers outside pulling the first of the baskets from the pit.

Ben shook himself and went to help out, bringing food inside, watching Val and Jango start dividing things up among all the different plates set around. It felt kind of like getting caught in a whirlwind of delicious smells and laughing people, all of it sorting itself out in the end with them clustered around the table, chairs all pressed together, wedged so close that Ben wondered, for a beat, if Cody were about to end up in his lap.

He didn’t, but it was a near thing.

The food smelled delicious, savory aromas filling up the room, chicken and some darker meat on his plate beside sweet potatoes, potatoes, cabbage, and what he thought might be pumpkin. The family talked and yelled and laughed through the meal, and Ben just...absorbed it, sat in the middle of it all and took it in, even as they finished and even as everyone pitched in to clean up.

“You’re quiet,” Cody said, much later, when all the work was done and they were back in their space, Ben toweling off his hair after a shower that he’d desperately needed.

“Mm?” Ben asked, tossing the towel into the hamper and shivering when Cody caught his hips, tugging him over to the bed, pressing a kiss low on his stomach.

“Today too much?” Cody asked, looking up at him, expression concerned, his hair still wet as well, curling up more from the moisture.

“No,” Ben said, leaning into his touch and threading his fingers back through Cody’s hair. He smiled, just a little, feeling his chest aching with an overabundance of contentment. “No,” he repeated, and sighed when Cody kissed his stomach again, “It was just enough.”

[beomglocks]

sk8ter boi ; c.bg

summary : he was a boy, she was a girl. can i make it anymore obvious?

pairing : skaterboy!beomgyu x reader

warnings & other : reader already has a child with yeonjun ok, beomgyu still pining after all these years, based off queen avril lavigne’s sk8ter boi song, listen while reading if you want 

w/c : 2.1K (i may have gotten carried away)

"where'd you get that note and roses from?" your friend maria asks you when you get into class. you wipe away your smile quickly, already knowing who the mystery person was. "i don't know."

yeah, of course you knew. how could you not when the boy oh so clumsily shoved them in your locker while you were literally turning the corner. he tried to act like he wasn't doing anything but he was clearly caught. he tried to play it off in the best way possible and smooth talk his way into a conversation with you but you shut him down due to the bell ringing.

"oh- oh ok sure...yeah," beomgyu stumbled over his words, nervousness eating away at him with you being here. "yo gyu you coming? i just finished fixing my drum kit," his friend, jeongin, calls him over, interrupting your already over conversation.

"you should go...but thanks for whatever you just threw in my locker," you laugh. he nods hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "dude," jeongin now stands in your vicinity. he looks at you and beomgyu before pulling away his best friend to where the spare band room was.

"well open the letter, we wanna know who your little secret admirer is," maria says, leaning onto your desk. your other friends agree, eager to know who was pining over you. you laugh nervously before opening it. you're not sure how they'll react to finding out that it's beomgyu.

you see, you wouldn't exactly call yourself the prettiest girl in the school but hell it sure was close. almost everyone would compliment you every day even if it was something minor like a change in your nail color. you kind of prided yourself in that, not to gas yourself up or anything.

someone like beomgyu...well. he wasn't exactly the ideal guy, to put it simply. he was a skater boy, he hung out with the "simple boys" who skated and did music and hung out around the skate parks after school. he wasn't the scholar type like soobin or the athlete type like yeonjun, he was simple.

you liked simple but your friends didn't. they had preferences for people like soobin and yeonjun, not people like beomgyu. you could probably guess they felt like beomgyu was the bottom of the barrel, like a roach on their foot not worthy of their time.

you pull the letter out of the envelope. for some reason without even trying, you could smell his cologne all over it. you want to smile at the obvious try hard gesture but your friends don't allow it. "what the fuck is that smell, it's so strong," maria gags. you roll your eyes at her dramatics. "it doesn't smell that bad."

"yes the fuck it does," she retorts. "just see what it says." you read over the letter, smiling at certain parts where you could tell he'd done his research on the things you liked. "it's from beomgyu," you say when you finish the letter. you already knew this anyway but maria's eyes go wide and she suddenly snatches the letter from your grasp. "hey!"

"CHOI beomgyu?" she asks while she reads the letter herself. "yeah?" you confirm.

your other friends mumble amongst themselves and you can hear some snicker. "y/n you could do so much better. beomgyu is like a street rat or something. don't do that to yourself," she laughs like it's the funniest thing she's ever said. you don't think beomgyu's that bad but you also don't stand up for him, simply biting your lip as she continues.

"he barely comes to school and when he does all he does is sleep. he skates with those other weirdos and thinks he's gonna make it big with his shitty guitar playing- i mean have you heard him?" she rolls her eyes, throwing the letter back on your desk. "you should go out with yeonjun, i think yall would be a cute couple. the prettiest girl with the coolest guy, your babies would be so damn cute."

"babies?!" you laugh at her ridiculousness. "yes! have you seen choi yeonjun?" she sighs in content. "anyways, don't pay beomgyu any mind because he's not gonna make it in life. go for someone like yeonjun and please for the love of god throw that letter away!"

you never did throw the letter away. you sigh as you think back to your high school years. you had just found it hidden behind one of the closet drawers while you were looking for valkyrie's binkie. she was crying so much since her father had gone out for the day and you were stuck taking care of her, as always.

you wonder how beomgyu was doing. you both talked after the fact but fell off during college since he had gone off to do his own thing. you didn't know what that thing was but you were proud of him nonetheless. you finished high school, went to college, got a good paying job, and were now married with a kid. all at the young age of 21. the typical life, you figure.

you're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear your child crying in the next room. "shit," you mumble to yourself. you leave the letter in your drawer and head back to the living room with the binkie. "valkyrie~" you sing song.

she continues crying, not giving a fuck about your efforts to calm her. she was usually a bit of a daddy's girl. "val please stop crying," you exasperate. "daddy's not coming home until late today. cut me some slack babygirl."

you slip the binkie into her mouth but her shrill cries go right through it. "let me go see if you need a diaper change," you mutter.

before you can even get up from the couch you hear your phone ring from somewhere in the couch. "shit where did i put my phone?" you put valkyrie down to look for your phone but it stops ringing before you can begin searching. you wait for it to ring again you find it between the cracks of the couch.

"oh hey mari," you say in confusion. after high school ended, you and maria kind of fell off along with all your other popular friends. you still had that clout all throughout college given who you were dating but you kind of strayed away from her. you guys were still on speaking terms though but this call was odd since it had been months since the last time she called.

"GIRL-" she pauses for a moment, still as dramatic as ever. "what it is mari? val won't stop crying she needs attention," you sigh, looking over at your daughter. her cries had gotten softer but she was still grumpy about not being with her father.

"girl turn on your tv to MTV right now- like right now before you miss it!" she says hurriedly. "this better be good you know i dont watch those shows," you say into the phone. you place the phone between your ear and shoulder so you can hold valkyrie while watching whatever it was that maria wanted you to watch.

then you see it. "is that-?" you begin. "CHOI beomgyu! yes girl!" maria finishes your sentence. she's right. there he is, the boy you were just thinking about was on your tv screen. "he's famous?" you ask.

maria sucks her teeth, "apparently after high school and like a year or two of college, he dropped out to pursue a music career and i guess it worked out for him." you nod even though she can't see you. "he signed with a label and now he's in like some super fucking famous band, look at him," she continues.

you stare at your tv screen in silence, watching beomgyu have the time of his life on the MTV stage. he really did get good on his guitar. the camera pans to the drummer and your eyes go wide when you see jeongin. wow, they really stayed together this whole time.

"he's fine as hell," you admit. you hear maria cackle on the other side, "you said it, he looks so attractive playing guitar like that, look at his fingers."

"ok alright maria, i have a child right next to me," you say. she laughs again, "anyways, i got tickets to their next show. you wanna come with?"

you're not sure how you managed to convince yeonjun to stay home with the baby while you went out with maria to this concert, but you did it. he was skeptical of letting you go out with what you were wearing which is why you both argued before you eventually stormed out to go anyways.

when you met up with maria outside the venue she looked up and down with a knowing smile. "i thought that pussy belonged to mr. choi yeonjun? what're you all dressed up for?"

"dressed up?" all you were wearing was a black and white bandana for a top and tight leather pants and comfortable shoes. "do the pants really have to hug your ass like that though?" she jokingly slaps your butt and you glare at her. "that's what yeonjun said," you mumble to yourself.

the concert goes smoothly and you're glad you actually got to see beomgyu in person and playing guitar. one thing about choi beomgyu is that he will play guitar like it's his last day on earth. he plays with so much intensity that you almost feel bad for the guitar.

you could almost feel how the crowd's energy in this packed room transferred to the members. if it was even possible, they started to play with more vigor.

at some point, beomgyu was full on immersed in his own playing. his once fluffy hair was now soaked with sweat and covering his forehead and eyes. he kept headbanging along to the beat while skillfully moving his fingers along the strings of the guitar.

during the middle of one of their songs, beomgyu took the center stage for his guitar solo. it was a fast paced riff that just seemed to give the song more life. his head is down so that it's solely focused on the guitar but once he finished the hardest part of the riff he looked up smugly. the crowd went absolutely mad when beomgyu bit his lip during the rest of his solo.

you had to admit the boy had stage presence, you practically almost re-fell in love with him.

after the show, you and maria went to get refreshments at the nearby bar. beomgyu seemed to already be there talking to one of his members so you took this opportunity to speak with him. you wonder if he'll remember you after all these years but you take your chances.

"beomgyu!" you shout over the music that's playing in the background. he whips his head around to the sound of his name being called and smiles lightly when he sees you. when you get to him, he subtly looks you up and down, taking in your body and attire. "y/n is that you?" he says, his voice laced with something teasing.

"you remember me?" you ask him with a smile. "how could i forget a face like yours," he smiles, leaning back. you laugh and he smiles. "i just saw you on stage, i never thought you'd become this huge! congrats!"

he nods, "yeah, i always wanted to make it big you know." he trails off, looking over you again like he's entranced somehow. "so how's life? you still with-"

"yeonjun...yeah we um- we have a kid...now," you finish nervously. did he really have to bring yeonjun up right now. "a kid?" he says, surprised. "let me see."

you show him a selfie of you and valkyrie that you took at a time when she wasn't completely hating your existence and wanting to cuddle her father instead of you. he laughs and leans back once again, "she's cute like you, she definitely got her mom's features."

"yeah and she's got her dad's attitude," you say, mostly to yourself but beomgyu catches it. "oh yeah! i wanted to say, i really like that one song you played, uh- fairy?"

"fairy of shampoo? yeah we added our own little rock twist to it," he says. "you know the lyrics are actually about y-" your phone cuts him off and you apologize, turning away to answer it. "what is it yeonjun"

beomgyu sighs in frustration when he hears you say that. when you finish talking you turn back to him and he has his eyebrow raised in question. "looks like my fun is over," you laugh dryly. he nods in understanding, "before you go though, let me get your number so we can catch up sometime."

you agree, not wanting to pass up the chance to reconnect with your now famous friend.

"maybe we'll see each other around gyu," you smile, beginning to walk away.

he smiles at the old nickname, waving you off, "i sure hope so."

[bubblegum---bitch]

Never the same again. (Angst)

Valentino x Male Overlord reader: Headcanon

Requested by:@Brazilian-guy-in-the-wrong-place

Note: Sorry this took forever to finish, work has been kicking my butt. Hope I delivered.😅

- Yourself and Valentino were out in the town spending some quality time together doing a little shopping in one of the rich parts of hell. With both of you being overlords of your respective deadly sin, you hardly have time to just go out and have a day off from the pressures and responsibilities of aiding the ruling and maintenance of hell.

- The two of you have been dating for years and to the surprise of many, you had quite a healthy relationship with the overlord of lust. Despite him being an abusive, manipulative asshole to everyone else around him, he was a complete gentleman when it comes to you.

- He opens doors for you, pays for everything even when you insist on paying, he protects you with no hesitation despite you being more powerful than he is and when it gets cold outside he gives you his big fluffy pimp coat. You love wearing it because it always smells like him which always makes you happy knowing that he cares about you so much to only show his gentle side to you.

- Everything was going so well that day, you and Val just walked out of another store hands full of expensive stuff you bought for each other. You were trying to decide on where you wanted to head to next but it all went to hell when the emergency sirens went off all around you.

- The next purge wasn't due for another five months, it's never started off schedule before. Everyone around you burst into panic and started running to find safety. Valentino waisted no time to pick you up bridal style and started sprinting to the limo a few block away, he pushed anyone that was in his way and didn't care what he had to do as long as he got you away and somewhere safe.

- As you looked up into the crimson sky, you felt your blood run cold when a fleet of exterminators began to descend from the sky. Their sharp angelic spears glistened menacingly and their theater mask faces pierced through the darkness of hell as they got closer to the ground.

- You were suddenly thrown to the ground, your skin grazed across the rough ground, digging away the top layer revealing the white tissue beneath. You looked back and saw that Val got thrown to the ground by a crowd of people running in the opposite direction, all of them desperate to get away.

- Before you could get to him the exterminators had already landed. They were even more terrifying up close than they were when you'd watch them massacre unfortunate sinners from your window every year.

- They all dispersed into different directions to begin their slaughter. Unfortunately for you and Valentino four of them had stayed behind, and they all and their sights on you two.

- Val waisted no time wiping out his guns and began firing at them. He didn't have fancy powers or magical abilities like most overlords do, but one thing Val was good at was shooting a gun.

- "Y/n get the fuck out of here I'll take care of there fuckers!"

- "I'm not going anywhere!"

- As for you, you had very impressive powers that leaves most sinners quivering in fear of being on the receiving end of your wrath, but these were exterminators. They were vicious, unpredictable and you hardly doubted that you could successfully fight them off.

- It felt like hours you and Val have been fighting side by side. The exterminators barely had a few scratches on them but you guys were barely holding on. The streets were void of any signs of life, only dead bodies and destruction was left all around you.

- They had you backed up in a corner now, you definitely had some internal bleeding and Val has definitely seen better days, but he still stayed in front of you, doing his best to protect you.

- "Val, I've got an idea but you're not gonna like."

- "Whatever it is do it so we can get the fuck out of here. They don't get to fuck with our date and kill us in one day."

- Having made your choice, you did the only logical thing. You ran.

- The thing about the exterminators is that they love to kill overlords once the opportunity presented itself, especially powerful ones that were vital to hell.

- "Y/n! Don't!"

- As you expected three of the four exterminators followed behind you, the other stayed to finish off Val but you knew he could take it on. You'd rather die knowing that you did your best to ensure Val survived this.

- You on the other hand was still on the run. They were still hot on your tail, their malicious laughs echoed through the deserted streets. You tried your best to duck into dark alleyways just to loose them, but they were determined to kill you before the purge was over.

- In all your running, you miscalculated and made a wrong turn, you were met with a dead end and the only way out was through the three exterminators that were now blocking your path.

- "Alright you theater faced fucks, come and get me!!"

- A full three weeks had passed after the extermination and Valentino was still searching endlessly for you. He had managed to kill the exterminator that stayed behind to finish him off, he fought with all the strength he had but he made sure that it was dead before he ran in the direction you went in.

- He had searched endlessly for you, searched every alley and dumpster just to find some trace of you, but he found nothing.

- Valentino wasn't a man that cried or got worried over anyone or anything. But he loved you, and the thought of loosing you to exterminators when he had sworn to protect you no matter what ate at him with every moment that passed and you weren't found.

- He was using every resource to his disposal to find you and he was getting more and more violent to those around him. He always locks himself up in his office practically falling apart and missing you. He even cries into an a shirt you left in his office just so he we wouldn't forget what you smelt like.

- He had every sinner at his disposal looking for you in all the rings of hell, He spared no expense and didn't care who he had to go through to kind you. He knew you weren't dead, you couldn't be. You were one of the strongest overlords in hell and was not easily taken down, even by exterminators.

- As if someone had heard his prayers, one of his bodyguards burst into the room and announced that you were at the front door.

- Val waisted no time and sprinted behind his body guard and ran like a mad man down the countless flights of stairs. He was ready to pull you into his arms and kiss you until you were breathless. He'd make sure that he never let something like this happen again.

- When he arrived in the lobby he came to a complete halt just a few feet away from you. He was shocked to see the state you were in. You were dirty, blood caked to your hair and skin and you looked like you were on the brink of death.

- You were just sitting there on the sofa next to the door just staring at the red silk carpet as if you weren't sure of where you were.

- "Babe, where the hell have you been? I've been searching all the god forsaken rings for you. Do you have any idea what I've been through looking for your ass!?"

- The last thing he expected you to do was break down crying. He honestly didn't know what to do because of all the centuries you've been together he's never seen you cry. You've always been so strong and dangerous, you've never let anything gotten under your skin, not even a near death experience.

- But here you were, holding yourself as if you'd fall apart if you didn't. You began shaking and you would have fallen out of the sofa if Val didn't rush to your side and take you in his arms.

- He you feel the absolute terror in your body as you shook, you buried your face into his coat to stifle the screams that threatened to escape your throat.

- By now the lobby was nearly packed with demons that worked in the building. They all had looks of worry and confusion but all Val could see was people who didn't know how to mind their fucking business.

- So he picked you up bridal style and took you upstairs to his office. There you'd be safe and he could get to the bottom of why you were such a wreck.

- He had spent the entire day cleaning you up and trying to get you to at least eat something. You hardly spoke a word to him despite his efforts and you still had that distance look in your eyes. He took a seat next to you on the leather love chair in the corner of his office and could still see that your hands were shaking from the way the coffee in your cup shook.

- "Baby you've got to talk to me. You've been gone for two weeks and I'm gonna go crazy if you don't tell me what happened out there."

- He was really trying to be calm and understanding about your situation. Even he had trouble fighting off one exterminator, and you had to take on three and still be alive. But the protective boyfriend in him needed to know what happened so he could know how to help you, or at least know what happened.

- You took a while to talk to him, your usual cheery and confidence filled voice was broken and trembly with each word. You began from the beginning when you had lead the exterminators away. They had cornered you in the alley but you fought every single one of them until the purge was over, but they did quite a number on you and you blacked out from excessive blood loss.

- When you woke up you had no recollection of how you ended up in hell, it was a fuzzy haze that refused to clear up. You knew who you were in hell but the life you used to live when you were alive was something every sinner of hell held closest to them, no matter how bad or fucked up it was.

- You then went on to tell him that you were so weak the first couple of days that you were targeted by any sinner that got sight of you. Being an overlord of hell has it's advantages but when you're weak and vulnerable, you're bound to get jumped by sinners you've either wronged or those who want to take your place.

- They were ruthless and showed you no mercy. Hell was just a place, sinners and demons were the true reason hell was such a horrible place. And it traumatized you.

- Val really didn't know what to say. On one hand he wanted you to describe all the demons that dared to put their eyes on you, but on the other hand he considered that the last thing you needed was him running around town killing. You needed him here with you.

- So like any good boyfriend, he stayed with you and told you about your past life. He held you close to him and promised to become stronger to be able to protect you better. But if you could barely defend yourself against exterminators and the sinners of hell, how would he?

[dameronology]

the one where he catches feelings (mando x reader)

summary: after months of trying to hide his feelings, the thought of you with someone else is another to push the mandalorian over the edge 

warnings: swearing, jealousy, implied smut

enjoy!

- val xx

p.s this has barely been proof read because i am the worst

The Mandalorian didn’t quite understand the concept of feelings. 

How could he? Before you, the nearest thing he’d ever got to a relationship was sleeping with the same person twice. He had long surpassed that number with you but that wasn’t the complicated part. He hadn’t even worried about catching feelings when you’d agreed on the casual arrangements - he was the Mandalorian. And the Mandalorian didn’t catch feelings. 

But contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t a droid. He wasn’t an emotionless void with a beer in one hand and a blaster in the other. Din Djarin - the human being behind the mysterious metal mask - was very, very capable of catching feelings. What had started as a casual arrangement between two touch starved friends had booted him up the arse and sent him into a death spiral. 

Not that he’d ever tell you . Absolutely not. Never, not even if you paid him a million credits. In fact, it was probably a good thing that he had to keep that tin can on his head 24/7 for fear of you being able to read his expressions of adoration. If the idea of you seeing his facial expressions was that terrifying, the possibility of you finding out about his actual feelings was enough to send him into a state of catatonia. 

That is exactly what brought him into his current dilemma. You’d docked up on a planet for a few weeks so that the kid could stretch his little green cankles and catch a few frogs - and on your first night, you and Din had crossed paths with a former flame of yours in a cantina. You’d agreed to go out for a drink with him and now all he could was watch in horror as you made yourself look beautiful for another man. He didn’t like that one bit. 

‘Mando!’ Your voice echoed throughout the cockpit as you kicked open the door, the smell of your perfume immediately overwhelming his senses. ‘Have you seen my boots?’

‘Y-your boots?’ He blinked in surprise, trying to act as though your appearance hadn’t just knocked the air out of his lungs. 

‘The things that go on my feet?’ You thinned your eyes at him. ‘Tauntaun got your tongue?’

‘No...I just…’ he cleared his throat, standing up. ‘You look nice.’

‘Oh, thank you.’ Now it was your turn to blink in surprise. His compliments were usually only the balls-deep kind (make of that what you will). 

Din knew that he had no place to be upset about the fact you were going out for a drink with another guy. You weren’t exclusive - far from it, in fact. You weren’t his partner; you could only be described as his partner-in-crime-and-occasional-babysitter-who-he-sometimes-shagged. 

Good luck finding a Valentine’s Day card for that title. 

‘This guy.’ Din cleared his throat. ‘Were you and him...serious?’

‘Are you asking if he was more serious than us?’

Us. Us. Us. 

He replayed the word over and over in his head. It sounded so right - us. You, him and the Child. A small, ragtag family of two parents and their weird, wrinkly child. It felt so perfect, the sort of thing that could finally give him a sense of security after years on his own. Din had never considered himself the kind of guy who wanted any of that; but then again, he’d considered himself a lot of things before he met you.

‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘I was just curious. If tonight goes well, you might end up staying with him and I need to consider how that would affect the kid-’

‘- you’re full of shit.’ You cut him off. 

You knew that he liked you - and you liked him. Why else would you stay holed up in this absolute garbage can of a ship with him? You sure as hell weren’t doing it out of common courtesy. But you also weren’t going to wait around for Din to get off his ass and tell you that he liked you. The difference between him and the man you were seeing tonight is that the latter had asked you out.

‘But you can’t tell me it’s not a possibility.’ Din’s voice was cold.

‘You’re right.’ You shot back. ‘Maybe me and this guy will fall in love, get married and adopt ten frog-ass looking babies.’

‘Y/N.’

‘Be realistic, you tinhead.’ You lightly thwacked his helmet, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of it. ‘Remember that our frog-ass looking baby needs to be fed at 11 and asleep by midnight.’

‘He’s been in my care longer than yours, I know what I’m doing-’

‘- and if he goes toilet in his robes again, there’s some clean ones hanging up by your bed.’ You gave his shoulder a light squeeze. ‘See you later.’

‘Stay safe.’ And don’t fall in love with him

Din was silently kicking himself. He wanted you to be dressing up for him, getting ready to go out on dates with him - not whoever this...this nerfherder was. If only he could pull his head out of his shiny, beskar ass and just tell you. But he couldn’t. That’s where he fell short. 

And so he watched you walk off the Crest, a trail of perfume in your wake and the Child peeping out from his crib to wave his stubby arms at you. By all intents and purposes, you were his second parent; he was even more attached to you than he was to Din. He would babble and cry whenever you were absent, something that proved to drive the Mandalorian insane for the rest of the night. 

The Child wouldn’t shut up - he was crying one minute, giggling the next. If he wasn’t bawling and staring aimlessly at your empty seat, he was practically climbing the walls, performing surprisingly impressive acrobatics as he leapt from the switchboard and onto Din’s lap. 

‘I know, kid.’ Mando reached out to him, placing him gently in his lap. ‘I miss her too.’

--

It was approaching 2AM by the time you got back. 

You entered the jet as quietly as possible, holding your shoes in one hand as you clambered up the ramp. The night had gone fine - the guy you met was clearly into you. He’d had his hand on your thigh the whole time, his intentions staring right back at you the same way your reflection did in Mando’s helmet. After final call, you’d covered your half of the bill and left. 

You’d spent the whole night wanting to be back here - laying with Din and the kid, watching some ridiculous cartoon on the old holovid player in an attempt to entertain him. It was the never life you thought you’d want but things had a funny way of working out. They’d both fallen into your lap by chance and you were wondering how you’d even considered going out with someone else. 

Mando was sitting on the edge of his bed, the Child snoozing quietly in his arms. Most of his beskar was scattered on the floor; he was only wearing the helmet and the shirt and pants that went underneath. That was usually a sign that he was relaxed, at ease for once in his damned life. 

He would argue otherwise but you knew he’d probably been there hours, not having the heart to move and wake him. Below the armour, he had a huge fucking heart (and it belonged to you, obviously).

‘Hey, can man.’ You quietly greeted him. You took a seat beside him, softly taking the Child from his arms. ‘How you doing?’

‘I’m tired. He wouldn’t settle all night.’ Din replied. ‘How was your date?’

‘It wasn’t a date.’ You lightly elbowed him. ‘I just...it was just drinks.’

You slowly stood up, placing the Child in his crib. You closed up the lid and turned back to face Mando; the room was dim bar one small lamp, the light of which bounced right off his helmet and into your eyes. You wanted to rip the damn thing off and just look at him - read his face, his expressions. Then you might have known what the fuck was going through that mind of his.

Sometimes you could read him like a book - but a book where every other page was missing. He had some tells; little actions and noises that you understand. Other times, he was completely off with you. He’d make love to you in the night and treat you like an old childhood friend the next day. 

‘Why does it even matter to you?’ You continued. ‘Why do you care so much that I went out with another guy?’

‘I told you. If you stayed here, on this planet-’

‘- you know I wouldn’t do that!’ You cut him off. ‘This planet is much less of a shithole than this damned ship but you know I would never leave you or the kid.’

‘I can’t be sure of that.’ He bluntly replied. 

‘You are so stupid, Din Djarin.’

The Mandalorian knew that shit was about to get real when you pulled out his real name. You usually called him Mando, or some variant of affectionate, armour-related nickname. The last time you’d used his real title was when he’d almost died, months ago. Other than that, it was reserved only for the most dire of situations. 

‘Why?’ He stood up. You took a step back when he did, momentarily forgetting that he was a six-foot-man in a suit of steel. 

‘You know why.’ You jabbed your finger into his chest. ‘And if you weren’t so scared to say it, I wouldn’t have even thought about looking at another man, much less let him take me out for a drink and kiss me and touch my leg the whole damn night.’

(Most of that hadn’t actually happened but it was simply for argument’s sake. Go big or go home, after all). 

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ 

‘Great. So you won’t mind that I’m meeting him again tomorrow.’

(Another lie). 

‘I’m fine with that.’ 

(Also a whopper). 

‘Maybe I will stay here.’ You said. ‘See where my relationship with him goes, because at least he has the balls to tell me how he’s feeling.’

(Stop with the damn lying). 

You turned on your heel, boots clattering to the floor as you marched towards the refresher. Before you could reach the ladder, Din had hit the switch on the only light in the room. Darkness suddenly overcame the hull, causing you to stop in your tracks. A moment later, there was a clunking sound, the sound of beskar echoing off the walls of the ship. 

His helmet hitting the floor. 

He suddenly grabbed you, pulling you towards him with such force that your chest hit his with a thump. You were going to complain, to tell him that you wanted to sleep, dammit -

- Then he kissed you.

 Din had kissed you multiple times before but not like this. It was hungry, bordering on desperate, as if to say you’re not fucking going anywhere. And you weren’t. You had no intention of ever straying from him or the Child or the ship but you needed him to be honest with you. 

And this? This felt pretty damn honest. 

‘I’m not good with words.’ He murmured against your lips. ‘I never have been with you.’

‘Just say it.’ You whispered. ‘I’m right there with you.’

‘You promise?’

‘I prom-’

‘- I love you.’ He cut you off before you could finish. ‘You’re everything to me.’

‘I love you too.’ You softly smiled, hands roaming around his shoulders in an attempt to work around the darkness. ‘There’s no-one else.’

I know.’ Din pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. ‘Except that little womprat.’

‘Our little womprat.’

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