#Luke x you x bo

[wild-lavender-rose]

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a dukes of hazzard x reader? All together romantically and maybe it could start out with when she was new to town and she just comes through like a hot goth chaos machine fucking with the police and when she’s sitting at the bar for the first time some dude try’s harassing her and she just socks him in the nose and the boys are full heart eyes and then make it their mission to impress her? If not that’s totally cool!! I love your writing :)

This is totally different from the bo x reader x Luke fics I usually do, but I will try my best! I hope you enjoy, anon :)

Bo and Luke falling in love with a Goth Girl would include...

Warnings: Cannon-typical bar fight, mention of smoking

People had been talking about the stranger that had come into town. She dressed in black, didn't give Roscoe and Boss Hog the time of day, and had a penchant for starting trouble.

Needless to say Bo and Luke were intrigued.

The first time they met you was at The Boar's Nest. You were at the bar drinking a beer, smoking a cigarette and not paying attention to anybody.

It's the first time in their whole lives that Bo and Luke have ever been intimidated by a woman.

When a big, burly guy walks ahead of them and offers to buy you a drink, you ignore him. But the second he puts a hand on your arm you whip around and smash your fist into his face.

As the guy walks away cradling his bloody face Bo and Luke exchange worried glances.

And then you catch their gaze. And smile.

That was all it took.

Bo and Luke set out to woo the mysterious girl in black.

You initially find their invitations to fish, go to dinner, and joy ride as quaint. But as time goes on your opinion changes and you find yourself falling for both of your tall, handsome, country boys.

The three of you make an unlikely pair, but over time people in Hazzard say that you all were meant to be.

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[kraftykelpie]

I want to add flat colours to this digitally, but until then, have the clan of three <3 (if it looks sketchy, that's bcos it is <3)

[spectresbase]

Star Wars Day Shorts

Just a couple of quick smutty stories I threw together in celebration of Star Wars Day!

Ahsoka’s Instruction

There had been many things a Jedi was not permitted to do. Things Ashoka was certain had made sense when they were first codified, but that like all things about the old Jedi Order, had become outdated and restrictive, so set in tradition that their purpose and nuance had faded into memory. Memory that she felt certain not even Master Yoda could've called forth at will. Now the old Order was gone, and a new one was being built from the ground up. An Order Ahsoka was helping to shape. 

The first of those pesky prohibitions to go? The ban on relationships. Connection wasn’t the weakness the old Order had thought it was. Oh, it could certainly open an unwary Jedi to the darkside. She knew that better than most. But it also gave a Jedi a reason to care. A reason to engage with the galaxy on an individual level instead of simply in the abstract. Relationships are what had saved Ahsoka when the Order fell. They were what had sustained her through the long dark. And if Luke was to be believed, they were ultimately what had killed the Emperor.

Also, it just felt GOOD! Pulling her hips up off Luke’s, Ashoka spun around on the bed, shuffling backwards before dropping into a squat atop his face. His tongue slid inside her without hesitation, swirling through the mess he’d made of her with his usual attentiveness. She let him eat her for a few moments, his tongue a soft pleasure after the hardness of his cock. It washed over her, smoothing out the jagged aftershocks of climax. Still savoring that softness, she leaned forward, her own mouth opening to wrap around the slowly softening head of his cock. She didn’t want to let him get too soft after all. He tasted like both of them, the saltiness of his cum bringing out the tartness of her own juices. The combination nearly made her drool. Running her tongue around his head, she cleaned off every drop before pushing deeper in the steady bobbing motion Bo had taught her years ago. 

The shift in her position changed his focus as well. No longer able to get his tongue as deep, he switched to licking her entire pussy, starting at her clit and running his flattened tongue up between her folds. She purred around his cock, rolling her own hips minutely, riding his tongue in a purely instinctive reaction to prolong the sensation. Reaching up, Luke got a grip on her ass, fingers dimpling the orange skin as he kneaded it, not trying to control her pace, simply enjoying the feel of her. Ahsoka’s own fingers also joined the activity, wrapping around the base of Luke’s quickly rehardening cock, stroking up to meet her lips then moving back down. She could’ve let them simply go on like that if she’d been trying to cool them down. But she wasn’t. Tomorrow she’d have to blast off this rock, leaving Luke for a while to continue setting up his new Jedi Academy while she tracked down yet another lead on the whereabouts of Grand Admiral Thrawn. Cooling down wasn’t in the cards. 

So instead of tightening her lips around his head and sucking hard in the way she knew he liked, Ashoka instead lifted her hips off his face, squirmed around once more on the bed, and settled herself atop his dick. It was time for round three.

Mandalorian Celebrations

Mandalorians fucked with the same intensity they fought with. While Bo-Katan had known a few who were tender and sensual, they’d been the exception, not the rule. She was alright with that. 

Held down by the hand in her hair, face pressed into the rough fabric of her sleeping pad, Bo threw her ass back against Djarin, growling and snarling as he fucked her. All around them, the surviving members of the culvert and the Nite Owls were doing the same, celebrating their victory over Gideon and their reconquest of Mandalor. Just what they’d do with the planet was a problem for tomorrow. Tonight they drank and they feasted and they fucked.

Turning her head to the side, Bo watched Koska getting face fucked. Hands held up over her head, wrists wrapped in grappling line, the dark skinned Nite Owl was a mess of spit and cum, but was grinning nonetheless. Head bobbing back and forth, she took everything the soldier standing over her could give her, and demanded even more.

A ways to the left of her, the Armorer hadn't bothered removing any of her armor, simply strapping on mechanical cock she now drove into one of the survivors they’d found still living on the surface, her booted foot on the back of his head. Even as Bo watched, cum spurted from the man’s cock, joining two drying lines already painted across his chest and dripping into a puddle beneath him. The Armorer barely even slowed down. 

Returning her attention to Djarin, Bo felt him tensing behind her, his fingerings tightening even harder in her hair. He was close. Good. She’d wanted him to cum first. All she needed to do was hold on a few more strokes and she’d prove to herself something she’d wondered ever since they’d first teamed up to capture that Gozanti on Trask. His growl filtered by his helmet’s speakers, he slammed into her one last time, pushing as deep as he could before unloading. She took the hot rush with a gasp and a groan, hips rolling but not retreating from it. The rush ended and he started to withdraw. She wasn’t having any of that. Twisting beneath him, she brought a knee up and kicked his leg out from under him, sending him toppling to the side. He started to right himself quickly, but not quickly enough. She was on him in a flash, shoving his legs back and squatting atop his cock, pinning him beneath her. He’d gotten his, now she was gonna get hers. This was the way.

[themacabrebarbie]

tag drop 3 !

[celesterayel]

the it couple | luke castellan

request: I’m not really sure what qualifies as a request but could you write a Luke x reader where they are like the camp it couple? 🫶🫶

summary: common knowledge is how irrevocably in love luke castellan is with you.

"you know i adore you, i'm crazier for you than i was at sixteen lost in a film scene" - t.s.

w.c. : 702

warning(s) : none

pairing : luke castellan x reader

the campers of camp half blood don't quite remember how or when it had happened. It just always was: you and Luke Castellan, that is. where you went, he followed. the shadow to your guide and you the balm to his sorrow. annabeth used to whisper to the younger children–the ones who had been taken to camp far too young and therefore had little knowledge of love–that you and Luke Castellan were soulmates: seamlessly bound to one another. 

you yourself had never believed in fate despite the fact that you had met them–old bitter hags. you preferred to believe that life was not set in stone, unbreaking and withered to a timeline. it perhaps led to your brash attitude and ‘ride or die’ mentality but your mannerisms only made luke castellan fall in love with you all the more. some things were just beyond the gods' control. you and luke were one of those things.

you had first arrived at camp a decade ago, where you were then claimed by hades. of course news of you spread like wildfire: you were gorgeous, your talent with your bo staff was unmatched, and your father was one of the three–strong power ran through your blood and you showed it everyday during training. but that wasn’t exactly what caught the attention of everyone, rather the fact that the popular gaze of a certain brown-eyed boy always strayed to you. when you laughed, he smiled. where you went, he strayed. you were magnet and he was never far away.

you both tipped toed around one another, constantly drifting toward the other. playful banter slipped between you two and those around you wondered when you would finally just get together. the first time you guys finally breached the delicate line between more than ‘obviously pining friends’ was after an exciting rivalry game.

despite the strategic planning of annabeth–who clearly eyed the tension between the two of you–and the excellent swordsmanship, house ares had won the game because of you. You had been the one to distract luke castellan after clarisse had forced you to use your charms. it was fun to see the cute blush adorn his cheeks when you approached the head of the Hermes House.

“so, does this mean you agree to go out with me?” he breathed out, hands twirling his sword as he was once again bested by you in capturing the flag.

you laughed out, “i was just waiting for you to ask, castellan.”

no sooner after you had begun dating did the infamy of you two reach an all high around camp. how could it not? 

you two were the all anyone could talk about–the best of the best.

luke castellan was already the best swordsman at camp; a prodigy in the making. his brown curls and dimples only made him more popular among the girls and young teens. he was one of the highest placed leaders around camp; one of the few that clarisse actually respected and the one that annabeth regarded most. 

you were a gem in the rough: bold and brash at times, but calculating and quick-witted. you were the one to turn to when those around camp felt alone, always ready to take care of others and offer words of wisdom. you were a living definition of rules being broken and your power only highlighted the height of your placement around camp. 

when you two walked by, the eyes of the others strayed. newcomers learned of your names before they learned what exactly camp half blood was. 

when you threw your head back and laughed, people watched as Luke curled his lips in pride at being the one behind your laughter. when he sat round the fire and sang songs with the campers, you sat right beside him; head laying on his shoulder and hoping the moment would never end. he willingly allowed himself to lose camp games if only by your hand, time and time again.

yes, you were the it couple of camp half blood but none of that mattered, when he was the one for you.

[ma1dita]

trouble always finds me

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 1.7k 

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where he could tell you were trouble from the day he met you. Luke’s perspective on trouble & how they first met! think trouble’s origin story (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)

warnings: none, fluff? Mr. D being a clueless dad lol also guys they’re 14 here

a/n: welcome back to the trouble!verse hehe i was inspired by Mr. D being a bit of a jerk to Percy so that the kid doesn’t off himself. Similar concept but with Luke after he first gets to camp— another version for why trouble!reader calls him angelface coming soon

(posted 1/19/24, erm unedited and not beta’d so forgive me in advance)

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You were always trouble, Luke knew that from the day he met you. 

Walking into Camp Half-Blood, worn out and weary after days of trying to not become harpy food, his arm was slung protectively over Annabeth’s shoulder as they were led onto the campgrounds. So many pity-filled eyes were focused on them after hearing what happened to Thalia, but the camp seemed promising, filled with other demigods who can resonate with what they’ve experienced. Luke thought it was too good to be true, but anything’s better in comparison to the streets they came from. You, however, looked at them in interest from afar, a playful expression on a pretty face watching their every move like him and Annie were shiny new toys to play with.

He was so sure something was off with you. 

Had to be, from the deranged glimmer in your eye that would appear when something bad would happen at Camp. He’d seen it in action a couple of times before you set your sights on him— setting off fireworks during capture the flag, replacing salt with sugar in the kitchens, cutting Mr. D’s hair in his sleep; all of this causing campers and staff alike to run amok and figure out who to penalize. Each time he’d find you enjoying how it all played out, excitement brimming on the cusp of revealing yourself as the culprit as he watched you bite your tongue. But as a mischievous kid himself, he wondered why you hid it. You preferred to orchestrate the show, to make a spectacle for your personal entertainment, and with a smile too soft to be considered guilty, you were a convincing actress. 

The other campers in 11 told him you’d been unclaimed for half a year now, keeping to yourself and making a safe haven within the busy cabin. You were a klutz to say the least, bringing chaos to Camp Half-Blood with a cool disposition, and you hardly seemed interested the one time Luke tried to say hi as he took the bunk next to yours. 

So why the hell wouldn’t you lay off of him?

At first it was small, shoulder bumps and raised eyebrows whenever he piped up in a conversation. That, he could deal with. Luke’s a tough guy, having gone through more than a typical 14-year old would. 

But then it just got annoying.

Glitter in his shampoo, his laundry load dyed purple, and shoelaces knotted together to make him stumble— things meant to be more of an inconvenience rather than an actual problem. Luke wasn’t sure what to make of it, or what to tell you. No one wants to be the new kid creating trouble, but you didn’t seem to have a problem with that.

Maybe you were a Hermes kid like him, but of that, Luke wasn’t so easily convinced—months of living in 11 would mean you’d learn all of the tricks of the trade, so it couldn’t automatically mean that you were related (a part of him also hoped you weren’t be half-siblings, or else the fact he couldn’t stop thinking of you would be slightly awkward). Perhaps a child of Apollo? When you weren’t being difficult, he’s seen you sprinkled in sunlight, usually humming a tune under your breath. Yesterday it was a song from the Sound of Music, and though he only remembers bits of a memory from a movie night with his mom years ago, he put his combat gear on slower just to hear you finish the song. 

Whatever you were, it was bound to be troublesome.

—

At this point in life, Luke hasn’t had many comforts while on the run. To him there’s no such thing as action without reason, without meaning.  Five years of running and not looking back makes this son of Hermes realize that he hasn’t had a chance to take a breath until he got here. It’s hard to let down your guard when you’re always supposed to be keeping watch.

He wriggles under his covers trying to relax himself before bed, purple socks sticking out of the scrappy hand-me-down blanket, and he hears a small giggle from the bed next to his. Luke shifts his weight onto his side, eyes darting to your direction in the quiet of the dark cabin.

“Nice socks.”

He blinks. Were you talking to him? His toes wiggle playfully, prompting more of your melodious laughter as he chews at his lip before he responds.

“Guess I’m getting used to them.”

“You’re getting used to a lot of things around here. That’s good,” you whisper, and thinks he can see you concocting something sinister in that brain of yours—he’s on the edge of the mattress hanging onto your every word as he realizes this is the most you’ve spoken to him.

“You did this. Why?” he says, more of a statement than a question. Why would you go out of your way for someone like him?

“Are you mad about it? Luke, right?” you mutter, a calm expression on your face shrouded in moonlight, and for a second he wonders if you actually don’t know his name until he notices the upwards quirk of your lip. 

Luke catches himself then, and the realization hits him like a blow to the chest— he’s not angry at all. If anything, he hasn’t had the time to feel anything negative with the antics you’ve been pulling. You’ve proven to be quite the distraction to his circumstances, and he can’t remember the last time he’s thought about Thalia or his mom since he got here. The melancholy falls on his countenance like a better-fitting blanket than the one he has on, and your words pull him from his thoughts before they can suffocate him again.

“Sorry about your sister. I lost someone right before I got here too. My mom.” 

This, he can tell, is not acting. Your eyes flicker to a polaroid strapped in the space underneath the top bunk above your head, two blurry figures huddled together in a memory.

“I’m sorry.” He’s not sure what to say. In the silence that follows, he swallows audibly. Everyone’s been worried about Annabeth, including himself that he hadn’t even thought of his own emotions being on display for everyone to see. Luke never thought you of all people would notice.

You shrug, “S’not your fault. I know when people are acting though. If you know I’m the one who’s been starting shit, why haven’t you told anyone?”

Luke almost laughs at that, a rough exhale leaving his lungs as he watches your hands clutch your quilt.

“It’s pretty entertaining, I guess. You’re annoying, but I don’t mind it. Kept my mind off of things.”

He watches you smile in the shadows now, and it shines—all lips, teeth, and sheer mirth that makes his chest feel a little lighter. A real smile from you, one that doesn’t hide your true intentions.

“I’m glad. Mine too.” 

The next thing you do confuses him further, but from what he’s gathered you’re always full of surprises. You chuck your quilt across the space between your bunks, and the end of it smacks him in the face as he grunts.

“Here. Keep it,” you chuckle a bit loudly, the both of you hearing a Shhhhh… from somewhere in the dark cabin.

“What… Why? Are we friends now?” Luke mumbles jokingly, inhaling the soft scent of berries and fresh linen. His purple laundry load smelled like this too.

“No.”

“Then why are you giving me your stuff?” he says, but still curls up underneath the handmade quilt stitched from memories of a past life, of motherly love and gentle hands. He doesn’t have anything like this, so he settles into this feeling of comfort instead, even if it wasn’t his memory to hold. You go quiet at the sight of him, eyes fluttering and chin tucked into the pink and purple fabric, and he looks as soft as a normal 14 year old boy should.

“It’s getting boring in here. Gonna have to change it up soon, I think,” you mumble, turning away and shutting your eyes before he can say anything else.

—

The next day, you get caught putting a month’s supply of bubble bath into the lake, but Luke’s convinced you did it on purpose. All of camp is standing on the shore, watching you wave at them from a river tube as Chiron and Mr. D yell at you in exasperation—finally revealing yourself as the troublemaker they’ve been searching for.

“Get on the beach this instant, young lady! You have no idea how much trouble you’ve put us through!” Mr. D’s voice echoes across the lake, his immortal form almost filtering through his frustration before you laugh in his face, unthreatened by the Olympian.

“Good thing I get it from you. Hello, dad!”

Jaws drop as everyone turns to look at Mr. D, the realization hitting his face as he points at you, his brain moving a mile a minute. Though you resemble your mother, your actions are all him. You revel in the grand reaction, looking up to see a purple thyrsus surrounded by grape leaves float over your head.

“Nice outfit, kid. I don’t think purple is your color. She do that to you too?” Mr. D notes Luke’s wine colored cargos and socks clashing against the harsh orange of his shirt as he pushes past him, scratching his head at the idea of another kid. Poor guy said two was the limit in a lifetime and he gets a grinning teenage girl who dares him to do something about it. He hasn’t raised a lot of girls….

“I don’t know. I guess trouble always seems to find me,” Luke laughs lightly, watching kids of all ages jump into the bubbly lake water happily. The glowing ember of his eyes are relaxed for the first time in a while— an inviting flame catching your own as you stare at him from across the sudsy water. Trouble, he thinks, a smile settling onto his face—how fitting.

He’s spent a lot of time running. But perhaps this time, he’s finding reasons to want to stay.

—

"After all, we are nothing more or less than what we choose to reveal." - Sylvia Plath

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[hhughes]

♡ 𝆬 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐄

𝓹airing , violet kingston x luke hughes

in which luke’s day automatically gets better whenever he spots his best friend in the cafeteria. (wc ; 1.6K )

꒰ 𝓷ote , they’re back! our fav duo returns with a few minor differences. this is very introductory to them. so kind of not boring, but not major to the plot line yet either. but I’ve missed them. I hope you enjoy as always and spam the inbox with luke and vi thoughts now that they’re back <3 . . . ꒱

There were few things that gave Luke those excited flutters in the pit of his stomach. That short moment right before he stepped onto the ice, wakeboarding on the lake in the summer, and whenever he laid eyes on violet kingston.

It was as if his body had a secret ability to notice whenever she stepped into a room. As if a piece of him was missing and walking out and about in the world, and whenever that piece entered his vicinity his body became hyper aware, wanting to be close to her, attracting them to each other like magnets. And whenever he laid eyes on her, those excited flutters in his belly morphed into full blown somersaults.

Somersaults that were currently present as he watched her walk into the cafeteria, straight past his table where his group of obnoxiously loud hockey friends, including his older brother, were sitting, and make her way to the growing line of students waiting to buy lunch. Luke didn’t even wait two minutes before he was getting up from his seat with the intention of following her.

“uh - I’ll be right back,” he announces to the group, the only person really paying attention being his best friend Dylan since Jack and his rowdy group of friends were too busy discussing how Trevor and his current girlfriend broke up, again. His tall, lanky frame suddenly jumping up must’ve caught their attention though because just as he was making a move to leave, a familiar voice called out.

“Moose, don’t know where you’re going, but do you mind grabbing me a fork on the way back?” Trevor asks, with an overdramatic pout, and like with everything Trevor does, it makes Luke slightly annoyed.

“Sure,” he agrees easily, just to get out of there as soon as possible and not attract any attention. Or any more attention, he should say. Luke was grateful that he entered high school and had his older brother to rely on to make the transition as smooth as possible. But there were times that Luke wished him and Jack didn’t go to the same school. That they didn’t run in the same circles. That he was just Luke and not Luke, Jack’s little brother.

Don’t get him wrong, Luke loves his brothers. Both of them are genuinely his best friends, but being seen with Jack in the hallways, or in the cafeteria, or even in the parking lot before school, attracted a lot of attention to him. And while Jack, Trevor, Alex and Cole seemed to thrive under that sort of attention, Luke wasn’t used to it and didn’t want to be.

“You’re better off getting your own fork Z, he’s not coming back any time soon,” Jack comments with a knowing grin but Luke ignores the comment and scans the cafeteria line, looking for his girl.

He’s known violet practically his entire life. Their mom’s are best friends, they played hockey together in their college days and remained in touch in the years after. The Kingston and Hughes families often spent summers together, which was where Luke saw Violet the most when they were kids, but it wasn’t really until their family moved to Michigan that they grew as close as they are now.

All three Hughes brothers are quite fond of the entire Kingston family as a whole. Her mom was the head athletic trainer for the ndtp, and her dad was one of the best agents in the league who represented some of the best players and will undoubtedly represent all three Hughes brothers at one point. Her younger brother is on the road to playing exactly where Jack and Luke are now. They were as much a hockey family as the Hughes’, which of course bonded them all even more.

When he spots her again, he immediately starts moving, heart beating faster and faster the closer he gets. He takes a moment to observe her, from her white tennis shoes and skirt, to her blue cropped tee with the school logo on it, and the matching blue ribbon in her curly hair.

“game day?” is his form of greeting as he stands next to her, and he has to bite his cheek to stop from smiling as she immediately turns at the sound of his voice, eyes having that little spark they always do and a matching dimple on each cheek as she grins up at him.

“Hey bub,” she says a little breathlessly, using that ridiculous nickname that makes his cheeks redden a little and luke somehow doesn’t mind when it falls from her lips, as she steps closer to him and luke relishes in the way her body leans into his as his hand goes to rest on the familiar spot on her lower back.

“Hi sweet girl,” he greets back, brushing his lips against her temple and briefly breathing in her familiar strawberry scent. “I’m not cutting in line by the way, just keeping this one company while she waits,” luke explains to the girl in line behind them and she sends him a very overexaggerated, sugar-sweet smile.

“You can cut in front of me any day little hughes,” the girl responds and luke sends her a tight lipped smile, pushing violet slightly to move forward when she gives the girl a strange look.

“It’s game day?” luke asks again, when he realises she didn’t answer the first time, hoping to distract her and smooth that adorable frown that was currently between her brows.

“Yeah, first home football game of the season. And the first cheer event,” she adds and luke can tell she was a bit nervous about the latter. As long as luke has known her, violet has been a dancer. It was her equivalent of hockey. And since the school didn’t have a dance team, only dance classes, luke encouraged violet to join the cheer team when she brought up that she wanted to be involved in an extra curricular at the school. She’s been his little cheerleader his entire life, and she was a phenomenal dancer so Luke had no doubts that she would make the team, and she did.

“You’re gonna do great,” luke says, rubbing soothing circles on her waist on the exposed skin between her skirt and shirt and before she can reply they’re at the front of the line and violet is grabbing her food. She send Luke a mock little glare as he pays for her chicken wrap before she gets the chance to, but as they make their way back in the direction of luke’s table, she presses a little kiss to his bicep that he knows is a thank you.

“You’re coming to the game right?” she asks, when they stop a few feet away from jack and the other guys, who were all watching this interaction take place.

“Yeah, these idiots will probably drag me to it,” luke responds, loud enough for them to hear, causing someone to throw a napkin his way, that he catches mid air, and his lips tip up into a smile when it results in violet releasing a small laugh.

“Okay, I’ll just see you tonight then. We’re coming over for dinner, so I’ll probably get a ride home with you and jack after the game?” violet asks

“Yeah for sure. Is Dax going?” Luke asks

“I’m not sure,” she answers, biting her lip in thought, luke’s thumb pulling it from beneath her teeth.

“I’ll text and ask. I don’t mind looking after him if he wants to come with,” luke says, and violet feels her heart expand ten sizes that he’s thinking about her little brother.

“Thank you,” she tells him, grabbing and squeezing his hand and he pulls her into a quick hug, pressing a brief kiss to the top of her head before letting go and reluctantly stepping away.

“I’ll see you tonight,” luke promises

“Oh luke, one more favour before you go?” she asks him, and he immediately nods without even asking what it is

“Can I borrow your hoodie? I have a run through in the gym during the second half of lunch and I forgot my jacket. You know how cold it gets in there,” she explains and luke frowns slightly at the idea of violet cold and uncomfortable.

“Yeah, it’s in my locker though. Let me go grab it for you,” he offers, but she stops him with a gentle hand on his chest.

“No worries, I’m going that way anyway so I’ll just grab it. I know the combination. Thank you again,” she says, standing on her tiptoes to brush a light kiss on what is supposed to be his cheek but ends up on his jaw.

“see ya later, alligator,” he says, grinning like an idiot when she giggles as she walks away and answers “in a while crocodile”

The smile quickly disappears when he turns and finds the entire table still staring at him, all of them with teasing smiles and shit eating grins on their faces.

“Don’t even start,” luke warns them, but none of them heed his warning, all of them starting to tease him simultaneously.

“You forgot my fork luke,” trevor points out, and luke sends him a grateful look as he’s given a chance to escape. For once he’s feeling grateful for words coming out of Trevor’s mouth but that doesn’t last long either as Trevor says “see ya later alligator,” and jack answers “in a while crocodile” in a mocking, high pitched voice, both of them laughing afterwards.

Luke was still going to grab his fork, but whether that for was gonna be used for eating, or to stab eyeballs was still to be determined. . .

[gossippool]

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unhappy man syndrome (20k words, 5/8 chapters) (x)

A month after moving in with Wade, Logan's nightmares stop completely.

the angry house (6.4k words, 1/1 chapter)

Wade takes up a job from Sister Margaret's, a job that should be simple but isn't. In a rundown house owned by a cokehead couple, he finds himself seeing his past in an unlikely stranger.

sunday morning synesthetics (6k words, 1/1 chapter)

An old ghost comes back to haunt Wade, who infiltrates all of Logan's senses like tar.

diner blues and birthdays (1.5k words, 1/1 chapter)

Logan has some revelations about Wade in the void's diner that he refuses to acknowledge. A year later, they revisit that moment in another '50s diner down the block—this time, with a celebration.

q: how do you make an onion cry? (5.3k words, 1/1 chapter)

There are many things Wade brushes off, but words hit different when they come from someone you might probably definitely love. With time, Logan begins to unpeel Wade's many, many layers, and finds a man underneath it all.

the same train home (<1k words) (ao3)

It's after their first mission together that Wade and Logan share their first kiss.

[wild-lavender-rose]

Watermelon Kisses (part 2)

Pairing: Bo Duke x fem!reader x Luke Duke

Category: One-shot

Summary: After Bo finds you in the kitchen making a late night snack, the two of you return to find a very sleepy Luke in a very jealous mood. 

Warning: Insinuative comments, steamy kissing, sharing a bed (purely fluff) 

     It took a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the bedroom you and the boys shared. Reaching for Bo’s hand, you let him lead you through the night. Luke was sprawled out on the left side of the bed on his stomach, the moonlight illuminating his bare back and shoulders. 

     You crawled into your place in the middle of the bed, careful not to wake Luke. However, as you settled down by his side and Bo began to follow, Luke shifted and draped his arm across your waist. “Where’d you go, baby?” He asked, voice slurred with sleep. 

     “Wanted a snack.” You whispered, slipping under the covers and turning on your side to face him as Bo snaked his arm over your waist as well. 

     “Hmm,” Luke sounded both sleepy and suspicious. “You eatin’ Bo?” 

     “No.” You scoffed, running your fingers through Luke’s hair as Bo chuckled behind you. “Go back to sleep, baby. I’m back now. We’re here.” 

     Luke hummed. You snuggled against him only to feel his body shift. The next thing you knew Luke was leaning over you, hand cupping the back of your head as he kissed you deeply. You gasped against his mouth, the sound turning into a moan as Luke claimed your mouth with a passion he only had when he was jealous. You ran your hand through his hair again and pulled, earning a low groan from Luke as he angled your head and kissed you deeper. 

     “Ya’ll about finished? I’m tryin’ to sleep.” Bo mumbled, but his hand rubbing up and down your thigh said that he truly didn’t mind at all. That was the great thing about the Duke boys. When it came right down to it, they knew how to share. 

     “Luke,” you breathed, squirming when he began to kiss your neck. “Honey, m’sleepy. Wanna sleep.” 

     Luke gave you another sweet kiss before pulling back. “Sorry, darlin.” He eased you back down between them, tapping Bo who immediately spooned you from behind, helping your heartbeat to calm. 

     “Night, darlin.” Luke whispered, smiling as he kissed your forehead. 

     “Goodnight.” You whispered back, nuzzling against the both of them. “I love you.” 

     “Love you more.” Bo slurred, already half asleep. 

     You and Luke exchanged an amused look before Luke pulled you into his arms, keeping you safe and warm as you slowly drifted back to sleep.

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[bo-go-vroom]

Dirty Diana

Paring: Bo Duke x Female reader

Word count: 1,107

Rating: 16+

Warning: A bit suggestive, Swears, Bo being Bo

A/N: for my first ever fic, I'd say this went pretty damn well. taglist down below, inbox always open

July 13th, 1979

             It was a usual Friday in Hazzard County about 5:00 in the afternoon, with Boss Hogg cooking up some illegal scheme to get rich, Daisy working at the Boar’s Nest, Enos trying to get her attention, and Bo and Luke Duke were probably out running from Rosco. Speaking of Bo Duke, he owed you quite a bit of money. You two had made a deal a while back. All of the neighboring counties were holding races and he had bet you that he and Luke were going to win them all, and if not all, more than you. He was so sure they were going to win, with both of them being able to drive and fix up a car, that he had bet you $20 for every race you win. You had won the first race, but as of right now? You were screwed. You could only drive, not tune a car. And that was another problem, you didn’t know anybody that could! I mean, there used to be Cooter, but the boys? They had gotten him on their side after the last race, and all your other friends were drivers, not mechanics. Where in hell where you going to find a mechanic this quick. Maybe you could get lucky and Daisy could secretly be good under the hood! That was it, you were going to get in the car, speed towards the Boar’s Nest, and pray that Daisy was your next mechanic.

            Turns out she was, and you now had a mechanic for the rest of the competition.  Provided that she wasn’t a spy for the boys…. Which I don’t believe her to be, but you can’t be too careful. Now back to what matters, winning the races. Part of you wanted to win for the money, cause if you won all the races, it was well over $100. $20 for every race you won times 7 races was $140, and by God did you not want to have to give the boys that much. But the bigger part of you wanted to win just to beat them. You didn’t mind if you were beat by the other racers, just not the Duke boys. You would rather die than let Bo or Luke have bragging rights to this. Especially Bo, he would tease you to no end. Constantly going on and on and on about how he beat little miss hotshot at not only 1, but 7 races. 7!! He would be insufferable

            To avoid letting them win, you’d need to do some work on Dirty Diana (your car). And that’s what you were doing right now, albeit a bit awkwardly considering Bo and Luke had just pulled up in the General Lee. And of course, it was right as you were bent over under the hood, guaranteeing the first comment from Bo was going to be something- “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” with a low whistle at the end. Luke rolled his eyes and chuckled before going inside the bar. “Shut the hell up, Bo, can’t you see I’m tryna’ work here?” you said, not looking up from the car. He took a quick glance up and down. “Yes, I can see that actually, quite a nice view too.” He sat down on the hood of the General.

            You sigh and push yourself off the car and look at him. “Why are you always like this?” “I don’t know, maybe because it’s you.” The fuck did he mean by that? “The fuck do you mean by that?” “You’re just so easy to tease, pumpkin.” “…Stop calling me pumpkin before I throw a wrench at you.” He bit his lip and laughed a bit. “Feisty, just the way I like ‘em.” I don’t know about you, but he’s really getting on my nerves. “Fuck you, Bo.” “Oh, talk dirtier to me, it’s turning me on.” Yeah…. that’s it. Tell him off! He can’t treat you like this! You go back to working on the car and try to ignore him. Or not…silent treatment works too…I guess. Well… ‘try’ was the keyword. No matter how hard you tried, nobody could ignore Bo. He was too persistent. Cause goddamn if he wanted attention, he was gonna get it, and if there was anything he wanted most in the world right now, it was your attention. So that’s what he was going to get, by any means necessary, but you weren’t going to let him.

“You know…. you’re cute when you’re angry.” …what? Cute? He’s never called you that before. He’s called you hot, sexy, everything along those lines, but never cute. “What did you say?” You looked up and his expression was softer than normal. “I said you’re cute when you’re angry.” “You’re lying, you’ve never said I was cute, so don’t start now.” “No, I’s the truth. I think you’re cute, always have, and probably always will.” What. The. Fuck. “So, you decided to flirt with anything that is remotely feminine, but harass me? And besides, I’m not your type. You like stick thin Barbie dolls.” He hops off the hood and starts walking over to you, pressing his chest to your back, his head on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. “Yeah, so what? Those are the kind of girls a guy goes on one-night stands with. Quick hookups. Not girlfriend material.”

 … Wait… he’s got a point. “And I am? I’m such good girlfriend material that you decided to borderline bully me since the 8th grade?” “Mhm!” He says cheerfully. “Had to make sure you could put up will al my bullshit” Okay, you have to admit, he is being pretty damn cute right now. “So what do you say? Wanna give it a shot?” He’s serious about this? Damn, I guess you do get bitched after all. “Sure why not. But I swear to god if you fuck it up.” “I won’t princess, I won’t” You whack him with the little rag that was next to you. He lets out a yelp mixed with a laugh and jumps back. “I can’t call you princess? But I’m you boyfriend! I gotta call you cheesy pennames, it’s in the handbook!”

Out of the corner of you eye, you see Luke start to open the door of the Boar’s Nest so you give Bo a quick kiss and swat his butt. He walks back to the General, vibrating with visible excitement. The boys get in the car and you wave.

 “Bye Bo, Bye Luke!” “Bye sweetheart. See you in Choctaw!”

Oh you were so gonna beat their ass in the next race.

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[aliorsboxostuff]

So how about sub din who is just started to date Dom reader and hasn't taken his helmet off yet. So things are getting steamy with them both and is din sitting on readers lap grinding on him and reader asks if he wants to take a step further and din nods yes. And reader makes sure that din is comfortable and says to leave the helmet on for din and doesn't want to rush him. And leads to din first time with reader and is riding him in the control room in the razor crest. I hope you are doing good and really glad that you are taking mandalorian requests.-🐸

A/N Oh 🐸, you with your amazing ideas, and always so descriptive! Though I gotta change the 'Started dating reader' part because the Din in my heart is a socially awkward mf that needs at LEAST 6 months of relationship development before holding hands. I also hope you are doing well! Yall gotta bear with me here this is gonna be my FIRST take on a star wars fic, let alone a Mandalorian fic, so if I do make any mistakes while writing some Mando'a words here, feel free to DM me or reply so I can fix where I wrote it wrong! As always, apologies for some mistakes, english is my 2nd language, and enjoy dear Readers! <3

Ner Din'ika 

Tags: Din Djarin x m!Reader, Grogu, Luke Skywalker, he's there as Grogus's teacher tho lmao, Mando'a words (Translation at the end), Bottom!Din, soft!Din, Keldabe kiss, First Kiss, Riding, Pet names, touch-starved!Din, fluff, fluff and smut, aftercare.

Din's first time with you is—as expected—filled with yearning and want and scalding touches and a kiss? 

[Takes place around the time frame of Grogus training in Book of Boba Fett, but i refuse to let The Razor Crest explode so here we are]

You stand at the mouth of The Razor Crest, watching as Din supervised Grogu’s latest training with Luke. The kid has flown a total of five little pebbles and an even more impressive number of bigger boulders, seven now counting. Din, worry and protectiveness practically oozing from his armor, stands off to the side, just near the tree lines, eyes watchful of his foundling as Luke, yet again, lets the little boy fly over his head. You’d deem it dangerous, stars, maybe irresponsible. But what do you know about Jedi training?

Instead, your eyes follow the line of Din's stature. His arms are crossed, leaning against some of the bamboos. Clearly trying to resemble a sort of relaxed stance, but you can see the tension, feel it even. Comes with being a Mandalorian’s boyfriend, you chuckle. Those broad shoulders lean back, Beskar reflecting the shining light of the growing evening, slowly he turns his head to glance at you sitting on the Crest’s mouth. You meet his visor, grinning, before he curtly turns back to where he was watching his kid. Your smile widens.

You met him through Cara Dune. She’s a good friend of yours, the one who pulled you out of your boring everyday life on Sorgan, used to fish the little morsels from your villages ponds, to hanging around her and earned her respect. Until that Beskar donned man and his little green kid came. Thought he wanted to take in Cara and you were ready to step in his way, but after they dueled, they came to a truce and started their alliance. He helped the villagers fight off the raiders that once terrorized the place, and once that's done he opted to leave, not before you hitched a ride to Nevarro with Cara.

It had to be admitted, the kid did catch your heart and held on to it, so you offered to help him and Grogu find his kind. Cycles after your initial meeting, you’ve grown close with both Din and Grogu, curious at the man’s past and equally drawn to him. Then that imperial bastard, Moff Gideon, had to up and steal the kid. So you, Cara, Bo-Katan and Hell, Boba Fett himself, joined forces to save him. 

The universe truly is bountiful to its protector, because you didn't take into account that saving The Mandalorians kid would give you the honor of learning his name and, by stars, becoming his boyfriend. Remembering back to those months, you still think you're the luckiest warrior in the whole galaxy to be blessed with such an amazing and loving clan of three. 

Reeling back to reality, far into the field, you see Grogu has gone tired and Luke has halted their training for the day, the little green guy already slumping into the dirt below and curling in on himself. You sigh fondly, walking down the ramp and jogging to wear Grogus doe eyes are already half lidded, and he yawns. 

“Come here kiddo,” You coo as you pick up his little body, cradling him in your arms. You see Luke talking to Din, too far away for you to catch, but you could see him nodding to Lukes animated chatter. You smile, glancing back down to Grogus little head burying himself deeper into your warmth, he’s already pawing at the jacket you're wearing, which makes you giggle and pull it around his little body. 

Luke walks over to where you’re standing, smiling as he sees Grogu already bundled up by you. “We should have dinner first before we sleep, right Grogu?”

Now that made his floppy ears perk. Grogu immediately turns from where you were hugging him, making grabby hands and incoherent words at the idea of food, which you smile at before handing him to Lukes waiting arms. 

“We’ll join you in a bit,” You said, and Luke nodded, already turning back into the direction of his temple. 

On cue, Din approaches you and slides an arm around your middle, pulling you to him at which you welcome the tug. With a steady hand on the cool Beskar chest plate, the two of you watch as Grogu flails his arms around, undoubtedly talking about something that only Luke could understand, the serenity of the fields surrounding you lulls you into a sense of peace. You turn to meet Dins visor, directed at Luke and Grogu, before it slowly turns to you, making you smile softly. Slowly, you bring your hand to caress the side of his helmet, fingers edging slightly under it, taking in the feeling of that powerful metal that has saved your boyfriend countless times. His gloved hand holds your wrist, not tugging away, just an anchor, a testament to his trust in you to know you’ll never take off his helmet, to know you’re patient to let Din take his own pace. 

The hand holding his helmet pulls slightly, and Din comes with. Your eyes flutter close as you feel the cold Beskar touch your crown, sighing when a shaky hand cups your jaw, bringing you closer. Despite the gap the armor creates, you’re never tired of feeling Dins hand on your nape, heavy over your pulse, burning even through his gloves. You smile, pulling back slightly, before you press a kiss to where his cheeks would be. “Let’s eat, cyar’ika,” You whisper, and you feel him nod.

You smile when he pulls back, arm still securely on your hips while the other smoothes over your jaw. You chuckle, pulling him to the smell of dinner being prepared by Luke, tugging him by his hand.

— 

After dinner is done and cleaned, Din has given Grogu his nightly bath and the kid is ready to pass out at any moment. Luke has taken him to his quarters and settled the little one on his own bed, just on the other side of his room. The bots have yet to make more sleeping quarters, still focusing on more classes and storage area, so the only available bed room would be Lukes, where Grogu is also staying. 

You and Din have known this from your last visits, opting to sleep in the privacy of the Crest instead. So you and Din bid the two a good night, and trek up the clearing where the ship is docked. 

Din’s arm never left your side, holding and pressing slightly, making you arch a brow at him. He only stares at you, undoubtedly false innocent eyes inside that helmet. You scoff, nudging him aside before pressing the button to close the ramp, submerging the two of you in the darkness of the Crest, shards of the twin moons the only thing leading you and Din up into the hull of the ship. 

His hands now roam around your body, pushing you slightly until your back hits the wall, you return his desperate touch with the same fervor. Finding the sliver of body suit on his hip not covered by his armor, you snake insistent fingers into the fabric and squeeze, his helmet not able to hide his groan.

“Easy dearest,” You smooth your hand over the area, other hand holding the side of his neck, thumb drawing soothing circles. “Let's take these off, alright?” He nods shakily.

You lead him to the compartment next to the sleeping pod, the table there clean of clutter and made to store Dins armor. Piece by piece, starting with his shoulder pauldrons, each part eased off with care, pressing a kiss to the Mudhorn signet, you can hear Dins stuttered breath. Then down to his vambraces, littering kisses from his shoulder and leading a path down to his forearm, then hands as you carefully pry off those thick gloves. You push Din slightly so his waist hits the edge of the table, pressing another kiss to the bare skin of his hand, half lidded eyes meets his visor at which you hear him exhale a ragged breath. 

Carefully unbuckling the belts around his breastplate, setting it on the table before you pull off the breastplate, the bodystocking stretches over his broad chest deliciously. As you put the armor piece aside, your hand smoothes over the fabric, pressing slightly where you know Din is sensitive the most, watching him inhale sharply before you smirk, littering kisses on your way down. As you crouch, you move to take off each leg piece, first tigh guards, pressing light kisses on the exposed fabric, then shin guards and the belts on top of it, then finally the knee-pads and his heavy boots. Gentle hands stoke up slightly, pushing the end of his pants up until you feel the tickle of leg hair, Din visibly shaking on top of you, gripping the table behind him until his scarred knuckles turn white. 

You smile, languidly making your way up his body, unwrapping his cape and setting it aside. The final divide between you and your boyfriend. His last brick, and the wall crumbles down. 

Shaking hands clasps at your back as you press kisses on his still covered clavicle, making the fabric damp and warm as he squirms. You hear his breath grow ragged, then you bite down, just enough to hear him groan and drop his head to your shoulder, his hands holding onto you like a lifeline. 

“Sleeping pod or-” 

“T-the cockpit…” He falters as you press another kiss nearing his neck. “Please,” 

You hum, nodding against his neck before leading him by the hand, careful touches along his hips as you usher him up the stairs. You follow suit, not forgetting to grab the lube from the compartment on the wall. 

When your feet touch the cockpits floor, Din impatiently pulls you up, hands stroking over your chest, down to your hips at which he breathes raggedly under your chin. You chuckle, moving him back until he feels the control panel. He almost jumps to sit on it, but you sit back on the captain's chair, you pull him towards you, making him stumble into your lap. His whine reverberates through his helmet's modulator adding a static edge to it. You made sure he’s comfortable before sliding your hands to his back, reaching to tug the zipper down. 

The zippers opens his backside into the night's cold air, making him arch into your warm touch, pressing his clothed cock to your lap. He whines from the movement, holding on to your shoulders, almost crushing them. With each skin slowly being revealed into the night's air, you press your lips against it, reveling in each whine and ragged breath you got out of Din. With every part of the suit being peeled, Din’s tanned skin is shown, bathed under the light of the moons and stars. Scars on his body paint an infinite constellation, your eyes following each one, from the deep ones to those that have grown lighter than Dins expanse of skin. 

Finally, he pulls at the tight bodysuit, discarding it somewhere on the floor, and his hands paws at your jacket, labored breath impatiently prying it off of your figure. You grin, shrugging the article off, followed by your shirt, leaving the both of you shirtless and breathless. Dins shaking hand strokes down your shoulder, to your arms, before he arches into you when your languid fingers trace his sensitive back, sending jolts rippling through his body. 

“Please…” Despite his helmet still perfectly secured on his head, you could feel his warmth ghosting at your neck. It truly has been a while since you and Din shared some privacy, always jumping from planet to planet, looking for more Mandalorians to repair broken bonds and doing favors that benefit Din’s covert. Only now did you and your boyfriend get to breathe in the warm embrace of peace within this planet, so you're not surprised just how sensitive Din has gotten.

“What do you need kar’ta?” Your hand holds Dins hip, no doubt leaving marks to be cherished in the morning, letting him grind himself on your thigh, broken moans and breath singing into your ears. You pride yourself for learning bits of Mando’a if only to hear his gasps each time you use it. “Hm? What do you want?” 

“I- ugh,” Din grunts as he feels one hand snakes into his trousers, stroking him steadily, his precum easing the movement. You smirk, other hand tweaking one of his perked nipples, bumping your head against his, making sure the amber in your eyes burns through his visor. The need melts into his skin. 

You’ve never gone past reverent touches and helping each other get off by hand, you haven't even gotten the pleasure of seeing Din fall apart by your mouth, but from the way he grinds into your touch, broken moans filling the room, his desperation leaks into your body. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Stars- Yes.” He moans when you tighten your hand just so. You nod, easing your hand away from his cock which makes him whine, until you begin to help him out of his pants.

“Okay, alright,” Your breath stutters when Din grinds over your cock, already tenting in the confines of your pants. Between you and Din’s relationship, the both of you haven't truly moved on from scalding touches and helping each other get off by hand. This is a new territory for Din, and you have to make sure he feels safe and comfortable in your embrace. 

You carefully slide him out of his trousers along with his briefs and discard it with the same pile as his top, feeling his strong thighs shake underneath your touch. Fumbling for the bottle of lube, you pour just enough on your hand and warm it up a bit, before following Din’s tailbone down to the top of his arse. He shivers, whining into your shoulder as he feels your digits ghosts over his hole, already squirming in your hold. 

“Come on, please,” He begs, nails scratching at your back. You slowly insert one finger, the tip first, letting the Din situate himself to the foreign feeling. He groans, burying himself deeper between the crook of your neck, his mandibles digging slightly at your jaw. The lube easies your finger to push more, deeper, until you hear his high pitch, broken moan, then slowly push in another. At that, he jerks his head to the side, chest still flushed with yours. 

When you begin scissoring, Din throws his head back, arches into your touch, which beckons you to chase him, biting at the now exposed column of his neck, making sure to leave marks no one but you know and Din could feel. Din feels delirious, deeply intoxicated from both your fingers and the feeling of your warm mouth pressing over sensitive skin and old scars, jolting each time you bite down or kiss longer to leave darker spots. He scarcely remembers moaning out broken syllables that should form your name, making your hold on his hips tighten, squeezing the scarred skin. 

After deeming it enough prep, you carefully pull your fingers out, pressing kisses on the planes of your boyfriend's chest, feeling him take ragged breaths, a steady hue of red throughout his body. You shuffle to discard your pants, hissing when you feel the cold air hit your heated skin. You could feel Din growing impatient, if the way he squirms could be interpreted as that, so you tug your pants off and align yourself under Din. 

“Slowly baby, slowly,” You remind him, his thigh shaking with anticipation. Hands holding under his thigh, making sure gravity doesn't take hold, you lower Din’s shivering body, inch by inch. The tight heat of his hole almost stutters your hold, making you groan, feeling the head of your cock inside him. You can feel Dins graps digs into your shoulders as he gasps.

Finally, your thighs are flushed with Dins, feeling the man shudder above you as you try to regain some sort of composure, breathing in shaking breaths. Din claws his way from your pellicals to your chest, making red rivers across your chest. You groan, pushing into his touch, which in turn shifts where you sat, enough to make your boyfriend shiver.

"M-move." He manages. "Move, please." 

"Anything for you mesh'la," You say as your teeth dangerously ghosts over his pulse. 

Planting your feet on the metal floor, you suppress the cold that shoots up your bones and instead focus on holding Din upright, thrusting into him with each movement. His arms shakes, moves back to grip the control panel, his scarred knuckles a hue lighter. A deep growl rumbles through you when you feel Din’s hole clenching around you, raking blunt teeth across his chest. You trail reverent kisses across a deep scar that runs from his left clavicle to just under his abdomen, Din shivers. In a more tender moment, slowed down after release with the two of you tangled together, you would've asked what those scars meant, wondering about the stories of your boyfriend's life. Maybe later, much later in the night.

When you hear a mewl, almost a hurt sound coming from the man currently flushed on top of you, your lips curls into a sharp grin, before hauling Din from gripping at the ships console to fall into your grasp, his arms immediately around your neck with a choked gasp from the sudden change. With the chair supporting both of your weight, you have the advantage to claw at Din’s hips, digging calloused fingers into his skin, using your strength to push Din up and down.   

You feel yourself nearing the edge, with Din clenching around you it’s hard to keep up the pace. The side of his helmet would leave an angry mark on your shoulder, making you grunt when Din lets out a broken whimper and buries his head to the crook of your neck. “C-close, baby,”

“Me too…” He lets out a breathy moan when your hand finds his dick, pumping it hastily, pushing him to his limit.

“Stars i-” You stutter when Din clenches around you. “Fuck- Wish i can kiss you,” 

Slip of a tongue. Shit. 

Your movement falters, a shiver shoots up when Din pulls his head back, dark visors looking straight to you, assessing you. 

"Din i-" But before you could sputter out a reason, an apology for forsaking the trust he gave you, darkness suddenly envelops your vision, rendering you blind. Dins hand covers your eyes, you could feel his calluses over your skin.

Then, as if a searing star itself break the atmosphere, you feel slightly chapped lips against yours, a tickle of stubble and- Is that a mustache? 

Din grunts into your mouth, realizing you still have one hand wrapped around him. He moans, moving with your thrusts, his kiss devouring your gasps as you push at him, deepening it. His tongue traces yours and confidently moves in, effectively rendering your brain into a short-circuit. Your mind briefly wonders how such a reserved man has this much skill in kissing, he’s no virgin but surely he hasn't kissed anyone beside you. Then he bites at your lower lip before bringing you deeper again with a hand on your nape, and all hell breaks loose.

You growl into the kiss, basking in the whimper he lets out as your hand moves faster and thrust grows sloppier, but definitely still hitting that spot that makes Din scream. He pulls back, inhaling sharply when you bite lightly on his jaw, feeling the hair that decorate it. Oh you’d worship him just to see his debauched face without being blind, and the thought is enough to make you cum. 

You feel yourself release inside Din’s warmth, making him shiver and let out a broken moan of your name. With your hand jerking him off, he follows suit, throwing his head back, painting his chest with strings of pearly cum. Once spent, he slumps into your embrace, helmet already in place and breathing raggedly next to your ear. You pry his hand off your eyes and press a kiss to the sliver of neck you could reach. 

Blinking away the little dots from your eyes being closed and pressed by his hand, you slowly steady your breath as you rub circles on Dins pelicals and lower back, feeling him sigh and melt at your touch. You can't help to let out a chuckle, which earns you a questioning sound from your boyfriend. 

“Nothing, just…” You smile, licking at your lips, trying to savor Din’s taste. “Best kiss I've ever had.”

That made him chuckle, nuzzling the cool helmet against the side of your neck. “Me too.”

Your smile widens, closing your eyes and simply letting the warmth of after-sex wafts through the cockpit. Speaking of which, you should probably clean up and sleep in the proper sleeping pod. The seat, plush as it is, won't do your back any good. So you reach for your scattered pants, looking for the fabric you always keep in your back pocket. When you finally find it, you shift Din a bit to clean up the mess that went up to both his and your chest, then carefully pull out of the man, making you groan as he shivers, wiping down what leaks out of him and the remaining lube around your length. 

Standing up and making your way down takes another effort, but nothing you can't do for Din, sleepy and content Din in your arms. Pushing the button to open the sleeping pod, you set him down on the edge of it before handing him a bottle of water.

“Drink, love,” You grin, before busying yourself on the table where another water bottle is kept and downing it. You hear the hushed shh of Dins helmet as it’s being taken off, then the cap of the water bottle turning. You swallow another gulp of water, before flashes of earliers heated kiss shocks you and makes you choke on the water slightly. You cough, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before closing the bottle and setting it back. 

“You uh… Done?” You clear your throat.

“Yeah,” You nod, turning back to see Dins helmet back on and him extending his arm, returning the bottle to you. You set it on the table and push him back to lie down in the pod. It’s always been a tight fit with both you and your boyfriend sleeping in it, but you make do.

When the doors are shut and the lights turned off, another hiss of Dins helmet makes your heart thump harder, but he shifts to place it on a small compartment off to the side and lays his head on your chest, one arm around you. You hook your arm around him, the other playfully raking through his curls. You could tell just from how it coils around your fingers, Din practically purring into your touch like a Loth Cat. You grin, pressing a kiss to his forehead before shifting to get comfortably on the pillow. 

“Good night, Din'ika,”

“Good night, Cyar’ika,” 

Cyar'ika: Darling, beloved, sweetheart 

Kar'ta: Heart

Mesh'la: beautiful

Requests are open! 

[slasherfckr]

Hii!!!

You know some people have alligator to be they pet right?

So I wonder how the slashers react S/O have an alligator pet?

Bo Sinclair must, and whatever slashers you want to write.

Thank you and hope you have a good day!!

Omg I absolutely love this ❤️ If they weren't wild, dangerous as hell and illegal to own, I'd definitely have a long teefer toofer (what my family calls Gators and Crocodiles. Weird I know 😭)

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Only doing Bo Sinclair and Jason Voorhees for this right now. Maybe I'll come back and do some more slashers cause honestly I need to do Michael Myers' reaction to a damn Gator 🤣

Various Slashers x S/O who brings home a gator

Bo Sinclair

"I'm home!" Bo called out. No one answered. He didn't expect Vincent to say anything but he did at least expect you to come up running to him and tell him about your day, even though nothing in particular ever happens.

He headed to the bedroom you two shared and as he got closer, he could hear you giggling like a little schoolgirl from behind the door.

"Hey, why didn't you-" Bo stopped right in his tracks as he opened the door and found you on the floor in the middle of the room with a juvenile alligator next to you.

You turned your head to him and gave him a big smile. "Bo! Look what I found while I was out with Lester!" You gently grabbed your new friend and held him up towards Bo.

"I named him Tim. He really enjoys belly scratches! Can we keep him? Please?" You looked up at him, trying to give him the most pathetic puppy eyes you could. Bo only sighed and pinches the bridge of his nose in response.

"Now, ya know I love ya. But this is possibly the most stupidest thing I've ever seen you do. You do realize this thing could absolutely kill you when it gets bigger right?"

As he said this, you realized he was right. Disappointed, you stood up with Tim and went to go out to put him back where you found him but not before Bo put a hand on your shoulder.

"Hold on I wasn't finished. I don't mind if ya kept....Tim. He seems like a very fine gator. But we both know Vincent would most likely turn him into a pair of shoes or something, yeah? How about we find a spot somewhere in Ambrose where Vincent won't find him?"

Your eyes lit up and your smile returned to your face. If you didn't have Tim in your arms, you would give Bo the biggest hug you could give. So instead you settled for something else

"Thank you Bo!" You planted a kiss on his cheek as you thanked him.

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Jason Voorhees

You peeked into the window of the cabin you shared with Jason. You didn't see him anywhere. Taking this as a good sign, you carefully opened the door and lugged in the box you were carrying.

Not taking any chance that Jason could be upstairs, you made your way to the small basement and went down. You found a small little area and put the box down. Opening it, you found your new little friend asleep.

Smiling, you gently rubbed the top of his head with the side of your finger as to not wake him. Or her. You couldn't tell the sex of your new alligator. They weren't very big but definitely weren't a baby. Maybe 4 feet long? You'd have to measure and weight the poor thing later.

You were on your way home from town when you spotted the gator on the side of the road. As far as you knew, Alligators weren't found in New Jersey. Poor fella must have been abandoned by someone who thought they could handle an exotic pet like this you figured. You just hope Jason wouldn't mind this new addition to the household.

You got your friend set up with a little warming area and took some raw meat from the fridge down for them. It took a while but you managed to find a small tub like container in the basement for them and filled it with luke warm water. After setting your new friend up, you needed to find Jason.

You first searched the cabin and turned up with nothing. You figured this would be the outcome as he typically wandered the campgrounds during the day, looking for trespassers. The sun was setting so you knew he'd be back shortly. You decided to go back to your gator friend and keep them company until then.

. . .

You didn't realize how long you were down in the basement for but it was long enough for you to accidentally doze off on the spare couch downstairs and to have Jason come home. You were woken up when Jason had come down looking for you. He's seen a lot of things but he never expected to find a 4 foot gator creeping up on his sleeping S/O in the basement of the cabin.

He immediately went over and picked you up bridal style, doing his best to avoid the animal in the basement completely.

"Jason? What are you doing? Put me back down there!" He ignored your request and set you on the couch upstairs. Your eyes widened when you saw him grab his machete and head towards the basement door.

"Woah, woah, woah! Hold on!" Jason stopped and turned to you. You got up and ran to him. You held your hand out for the machete.

"Hand it over. I can't let you hurt Chompers." Jason hesitated but he eventually gave up his weapon, tilting his head in confusion in the process.

"Chompers...You named it?" He signed. You nodded as you took his hand and led him down to the basement. Chompers was back in their little corner, chomping away at some leftover meat you had put down there earlier. You let go of Jason's hand so you could go and sit with your scaly friend.

"See? Friend. I found them on the side of the road coming home from town. I couldn't just leave them alone, Jason. Can we keep them? Just until we can find a sanctuary or something that'll take 'em? They aren't native here. They won't survive in the wild on their own."

You could see Jason mentally debating this. It seemed like forever before he gave a big huff and nodded. You jumped to your feet and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you! I'm sure you two will become good friends too!" You smiled up at him. He hugged back and patted your head before going back upstairs.

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Break the code (Reader x Luke Skywalker)

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Summary: Luke Skywalker is ready to take Grogu and Reader with him for training. You are quite intimidated and shy around him because of his looks. Luke notices your nervousness and decides to have a sweet conversation about it. Falling in love with him, you start avoiding him knowing how serious he is off the Jedi code. When Ahsoka stumbles upon you, she finds it adorable that you are hiding yourself from him. Eventually encouraging you to accept your feelings. When Grogu falls asleep, Luke asks why you keep running away from him, leading up to a confession

The cloaked figure lowered his hood. It’s eyes drawn immediately to you. They lingered for a moment before moving on towards the little green kid that Din was holding. Moving his cloak aside, he rose his gloved hand upwards. – “I’ve come for the child and the girl.” – he spoke, gaze going back to you. Your breath shuddered as your posture straightened. – “I’ve come to train them.” – he added moving his gaze to Din Djarin. Din looked down at Grogu, then up to you. It made you swallow as this was truly the beginning of something new.

The search for a jedi trainer finally fulfilled. Din said his goodbye’s to Grogu as you looked over your shoulder to Bo-Katan. She had a sense of what was expected from you, making her way over to you. Opening her arms, she let you fall against her embrace, hugging you tight. – “You’ll be alright Y/n. We’ll be alright too. Just focus on your training with the kid and we’ll see each other soon.” – Bo-Katan told you, squeezing you tight. Feeling your eyes swell up, you had to hold back any tears. – “I’ll miss you.” – you spoke back, saying your goodbye.

Bo-Katan nodded slowly letting go of you. Fennic nodded proudly at afar to you. Turning around you noticed Din had taken off his helmet. Seeing him for the first time with a face. Grogu already making his way over to the jedi. Din had tears in his eyes. Seeing them made you tear up as well. The water flowing down, making you rush up into his embrace. – “Take care of the kid, Y/n.” – he spoke, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You nodded, tightening your embrace. – “I’ll see you again… I am sure of it Din.” – you whispered to him. – “I love you.” – you said to him as he was like a brother to you. – “You too.” – he answered giving you a kiss against your cheek. – “Don’t forget.” – he said wiping his cheek dry. – “You are part Mandalorian too Y/n. My family.” – he added touching your chin. Your lip trembled, hating to say goodbye. It felt like a piece of your life got torn apart. – “Y/n.” – closing your eyes, you dropped your shoulders with a deep exhale.

Slowly turning around with teary eyes at your new destiny. The jedi carrying Grogu in his hand as his other was still extended towards you. Nodding to reassure yourself of your new faith, you started approaching him. Moving your hand outwards, longing for a grip. The tip of your fingers coming in contact with his. Slowly moving further down his hand to his palm where he gently closed his fingers over your hand. Inhaling deep you had accepted the path your life was taking now.

He turned as you followed his steps, coming to his side. His hand lowered to the side, leading you out of the room, Grogu in his other. You forced yourself to look back one more time with pity in your eyes. Noticing the jedi was watching you. – “It is for the best.” – he told you. – “It is the path you must take.” – you lowered your gaze not so sure of that right now. The jedi let go of your hand near his x-wing where you settled in with Grogu.

*

You swallowed nervously standing before him. Luke gestured for you to sit as you hesitantly did. He sat down as well noticing you were looking away around to the green scenery of nature rather then your jedi trainer. – “Y/n.” – Luke spoke to pull your attention to him. – “Oh… sorry…” – you responded brushing your palms nervously over your legs, turning your head to him. Still rather avoiding any long eye contact with him. There was just something so intimidating and attractive about him that made you all nervous and shy.

Something you hadn’t been in a while. Unable to know for sure how to handle it. – “Take a deep breath.” – Luke ordered calmly moving his hand upwards. So you did. Waiting further instructions fidgeting with your fingers. Once more rather looking away then be forced to look at him. There was something about his gaze that made you feel shy. – “Y/n.” – Luke repeated to get your attention. You smiled sheepishly already haven forgotten. Luke took a deep breath, setting his hands on his knees.

“What is going through your mind Y/n? You are out of focus.” – he pointed out having observed you closely. You remained silent too intimidated by his good looks and superior position over yours. Luke tilted his head a bit to the side. – “Is it your Mandalorian friend you miss?” – he questioned curiously. You hadn’t even thought about him so openly it made you widen your eyes. Suddenly getting up to leave. – “I…I can understand…” – Luke called out as you got up. – “Y/n!” – he shouted wanting you to come back.

You came sitting down on a large rock, looking over to where Grogu was asleep. Your head turned when you heard a clearance of his throat. – “May I?” – Luke asked politely. He took your silence as an invitation coming to sit beside you. He sat there with you for a moment, listening to the breeze ruffle through the grass. Taking the peace silence gave him. – “You must truly be close to him for you to miss him that much…” – Luke started. You took a deep breath. – “It is not that.” – you spoke. – “Is it not?”- he furrowed his brows, watching you.

“Then what makes you nervous if I may ask?” – he set his hand closer to you. – “I sense you are out of balance.” – his gaze remaining on you. The way he looked at you made you fluster. Cheeks flashed with heat, looking shyly down. – “It’s you…” – you nervously told him. – “Me?” – Luke answered baffled watching you nod. – “How so?” – he wanted to know, turning his posture more to you. Bringing one knee up on the rock with him. You took a breath, a bit scared to tell him.

Luke reached out, placing his hand on yours. – “You can tell me Y/n. I would be happy to improve myself for you.” – he started. – “I might take on a wrong approach of teaching towards you. If that is the case, I am open for critique so I can adapt and be better.” – his hand pressed against his chest. You rapidly waved your hands across as that was not the case. Luke quirking his eyebrow up.

“No…no that is not what it is.”- you told him, making him chuckle. – “It is rather… you… just you… being a bit… intimidating…” – Luke realized. – “Oh… forgive me… I did not intend to.” – he replied shy. You smiled nervously at him as that was the case. Luke looked briefly away, wetting his lips. – “I know I might come across as strict and superior, but I am not. Not so long ago I was a pupil myself.” – he informed you to ease your worriedness.

“Standing in your position, carrying the weight of the jedi way on my back.” – he smiled hesitantly trying to ease the situation. You smiling back at him gave him some comfort. – “What I’m trying to say is Y/n. You and I are not so different.” – he took your hand placing it against his chest, feeling the healthy beating of his heart. – “Please don’t be nervous around me. There is no need for that.” – your heart fluttered at how caring he was towards you. The sweetness coming from him, making your heartbeat louder. Cheeks flushing with heat from simply looking into his eyes. Luke got off the rock, helping you down. – “Shall we give it another try?” – he suggested as you nodded.

*

“Y/n?” – you heard Luke shout out loud. Peeking through the greenery you watched him at the top of the hill, looking searchingly around. – “Y/n? Where are you?” – he called out. You hid more behind the bush when his head turned this way. Swallowing nervously, you were at it again. Hiding from Luke Skywalker simply because you had fallen head of heels for him. Normally it shouldn’t be a problem if it was not for Luke being such a strict believer of the old Jedi code. – “Y/n!” – your eyes widened seeing Luke make his way down the hill.

Gasping loud, you turned around, sneaking away. The further he staid away from you, the easier it was for your loving heart. No temptations to be tested. You moved through the woods increasing the distance between you and him. You just couldn’t trust your own heart around him. A familiar feeling inside of you made you come to a sudden stop. It was Luke trying to sense your presence with the force. – “No…no!” – you shout-whispered, blocking it out. – “I’m sorry Luke… but I can’t let you in.” – you said to yourself.

You started running again, the farther away from him the better. You came to a new area near water making you jump over a log and drop to the ground behind it. – “Uhum!” – you suddenly heard making you gasp loud. Lifting your head up you saw Ahsoka staring questioning at you. – “What are you doing?” – she asked. Her chin lifted up, head turning to the sound of Luke shouting your name. You smiled sheepishly at her.

“Are you hiding from Luke, Y/n?” – she asked teasingly. – “No…yes…maybe.” – you answered making sure you staid out of sight. Ahsoka chuckling amusingly. She took a deep breath, approaching you. Bending a bit through her knees, hands folded between her knees. – “He’s getting really desperate into finding you.” – she told you trying to hide her smile. – “I know…” – you breathed out, keeping your head low. – “Should you not pull the poor soul out of his misery?” – she spoke coming to sit on the log you were hiding behind.

“I’m the poor soul you should put out of her misery.” – you told her, peeking over the log for any sight of him. – “How so?” – Ahsoka asked teasingly already having a clue. – “I’m overdoing it with my heart.” – you spoke ducking back down. Ahsoka laughed cheeky. – “It is against the Jedi code!” – you shout-whispered to her. Ahsoka rolling with her eyes. – “I shouldn’t feel this way.” – you continued looking at her.

“Damn the jedi code!” – Ahsoka called out, startling you. She took a deep breath, taking your hand as she pulled you up to come and sit with her. – “It is perfectly alright for you to feel such way Y/n.” – she clasped her hands around yours. – “Besides there are no stuffy old jedi masters around to slap you on the wrist.”

She was right. Whatever for were you feeling scared. – “You should probably don’t leave him waiting very long.” – she spoke with a wink. – “Right.” – you answered getting up. Ahsoka watched you leave, chuckling giddy. You stepped through the woods to meet up with Luke. – “Y/n!” – Luke breathed out relieved, coming to run over. He wrapped his arms around you as you could only stare over his shoulder into the distance. – “I’m glad to have found you.” – he told you, pulling back. You followed him back up the hill to where Grogu was. Grogu walking over to you.

You smiled picking him up from the ground. Tickling the little one till you settled down on the ground. Grogu staying on your lap. Luke came sitting beside you staring in front of him. The sun slowly setting behind him. It didn’t take Grogu long to fall asleep in your lap. All curled up against your body, nestled between your legs. – “Y/n.” – Luke started catching your attention. You hummed loud, looking up from Grogu to him. – “May I ask why you have been avoiding me these past few days?” – he so boldly asked making you widen your eyes.

“I never seem to find you or get the chance to even speak with you.” – you swallowed nervously, looking ashamed away. Luke set his hands beside his body, moving closer to you. – “Have I done something wrong?” – moving even closer to you that his hand was already behind your back. You sensed him come up close, flustering you. – “I…I…” – you stuttered out, unable to find the right words.

“Yes.” – he asked staring deeply into your eyes. It made you swallow nervously so caught up with him. – “I swear I didn’t mean for it to happen…” – you said, leaning in as well. – “Running away?” – he asked drawing in even closer. You shook your head, taking a hold of his shirt. – “Falling in love.” – you confessed. Before you knew it the words had come out of your mouth, making you widen your eyes in shock.

Luke’s gaze lowering on your lips when you were moving your head back. Luke pressed his hand against your cheek, pulling you closer till his lips crashed yearningly against yours. Immediately melting under his touch, you kissed him back. Luke pulled back for a moment to speak. – “Don’t go avoiding me anymore Y/n.” – you shook your head as he kissed you again.

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A Kenobi

You had spent a while traveling with the Mandolorian and his adopted son. He’d picked you up after a job on Dantooine. He’d stayed with a few days when it was time to leave Grogu made it clear you had to come with. Din was skeptical until he watched you with a blaster. You were lethal yet kind-hearted. If he knew why you were that gifted with a blaster, you weren’t sure if he’d stay around. 

You tried not to think too much about the war, and the part you had played. The friends you let down. The friends who didn’t even try to find you. How he’d never tried to find you. But the past was the past. You couldn’t hold onto it forever, but you also knew it would catch up with you eventually. You just didn’t think it would catch up with you this quickly though. 

You stood behind Din as the dark troopers tried to get to you all. Everyone in the Room aimed their blaster at the doors. Then you saw it. An X-Wing. 

“One X-Wing? Great we’re saved,” said Kara. 

“Incoming craft identify yourself,” said Bo. 

Then you felt it. Felt him. While the bond between you had dimmed over the years, you knew it was him. Grogu seemed to also feel his presence. Then it all made sense Grogu had called him here. You felt goosebumps cast their way down your arm. You gasped softly. Din noticed. The dark troopers paused their assault outside. 

“Why’d they stop?” asked Cara. 

Din looked at you and the kid. He knew you knew something. On the screen, a cloaked figure began to attack the dark troopers with a lightsaber. 

“A Jedi?” gasped Bo Katan. 

Din looked over. Moff Gideon took the distraction as an opportunity to shoot at Bo Katan he then aimed his blaster at Grogu. Din leaped in front of him shielding him with his beskar. 

“Drop it,” threatened Fennec. 

All weapons were trained on Gideon. You reached Grogu brushing your hand over his head. Cara knocked out Gideon with her blaster. Grogu walked over to the screen placed his tiny hand on the screen he glanced briefly at you. Din’s eyes were on both of you. You moved closer to Grogu.

“You called him here––didn’t you?” you said. 

He cooed in response. You sighed grabbing his other little hand. As the cloaked figure took out the last of the dark troopers Grogu looked directly at Din and whined trying to communicate with him. Din seemed to understand as he lifted him up Grogu’s hand slipping out of yours. 

“Open the doors,” said Din. 

“Are you crazy?” asked Fennec

“Do it,” you said. You didn’t miss the slight shake in it. 

Din looked back at you. He wanted to ask what was wrong but this was not the time. He placed Grogu in a chair and hit the button for the doors. You moved closer to Din and sighed out of anxiety. Time to confront your past. 

He walked in through the doors. Hood up with a green lightsaber in his grip. You dreaded him taking that hood off. The glow of his saber reflected off Din’s beskar.  He deactivated his lightsaber and placed it back on his belt. He reached up and tossed the hood back. There he was in all his glory. Luke Skywalker. Grogu peeked out behind the chair. 

“Are you a Jedi?” asked Din. 

“I am,” Luke said. 

His gaze met yours. A frown took over his features. He had changed. The all-black was not a bad look for him, but it was different from how you remembered him. Din glanced between the two of you. You tried to mask your emotions, but they were festering beneath. 

“I didn’t think our paths would ever cross again,” he said. 

“You thought or you hoped,” you said.

“Y/n,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry for what exactly Luke? You left me to die.” 

“I thought you’d come back, Y/n you have to believe that.” 

“I’m sorry,” interrupted Cara, “You two know each other? Wow Y/n, I didn’t think you knew any Jedi.” 

“They don’t know do they?” asked Luke.

“Luke––” you warned.

“Know what? Mesh’la what is he talking about?” asked Din. 

Luke kept his gaze trained on you. You glared in return. Everything was about to come out in the open. 

“You don’t know who she is do you?” 

“She’s Y/n L/n,” said Fennec, “What else do you wanna know?” 

“No. Not L/n––” 

“Luke––stop.” 

“Kenobi. Her name is Y/n Kenobi.” 

Bo Katan gasped. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you. 

“And she’s a Jedi like her father before her.” 

Silence enveloped the room. The only stare you worried about was Din. Your Din. You knew without being able to see his face that the trust that you’d built was now obliterated. Luke looked away from you glancing at Grogu. He held his hand out to him. 

“Come little one,” said Luke. 

Grogu gazed at you and Din. He was asking for permission to leave. 

“He doesn’t want to go with you,” said Din.

“He’s asking for your permission,” said Luke, “he is strong with the force, a talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect the child.” 

Luke looked at you at that part a hint of regret passed through his blue eyes. 

“ But he will not be safe til masters his abilities.” 

Din picked Grogu up holding him tenderly, 

“Go on,” he said. Voice soft like velvet. “That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind.” 

Din looked at you holding silently communicating to come here. You brushed against cold beskar and grabbed onto one of Grogu’s hands. 

“We’ll see you again,” Din spoke.

“We promise,” you finished. 

Grogu slipped his hand out of yours and brushed it against the bottom of your chin. He reached out again this time to Din. He swept his little hand against the helmet. Din carefully reached up to the helmet––you gasped and turned around refusing to look at him. 

“Alright pal,” his voice unmodulated, “it’s time to go. Don’t be afraid.” 

You turned slightly glancing at the back of Din’s head. A head you had only seen or felt in the dark of the Razor Crest. He set Grogu down and it was clear the kid was sad to go. You then heard familiar beeping––R2. Grogu seemed to recognize him. R2 beeped at the sight of you. You smiled. 

“Hello R2,” you said.

“You could come with us, Y/n. You could come home.” 

You sighed. You knew he’d say that. Knew he’d ask you to go home. Back with him. Back to Han and Leia. And while a part of you missed them you couldn’t forget what he’d done. 

“I am home Luke,” you said stepping back towards Din. 

He sighed. Luke pulled something off of his belt. Your lightsaber. He stepped towards you placing it in your hand. His touch lingered for a moment. 

“I’ll see you again Y/n. I feel it in the force.” 

You said nothing just taking your saber. Luke reached down and lifted Grogu in his arms. He looked at you and Din who now stood right beside you a tear trailing down his cheek.

“May the force be with you.” 

And just like that he and the child were gone. You felt eyes on you. You looked down at the ground. Now to deal with the present. Din interlocked your hands. 

“Mesh’la,” he said. Voice laced with sorrow, “Why––”

“Not here Din. Not here.” 

“Yes, here,” said Bo Katan, “you’re a Kenobi. Your Obi-Wan’s daughter.” 

You turned you gazed at the redhead. Before you met Din you did some digging into your past. Your mother was Satine Kyrze which made Bo your aunt. 

“Who–who is your mother?” Bo asked. 

“I never knew my mother,” you said “but I think you know who she was.”

Bo had removed her helmet. She reached a shaky hand up to her mouth. She maneuvered over to you and hugged you tightly. She let you go glancing at Din, 

“Let’s get out of here.” 

Everyone loaded up on the ship. Bo gave your shoulder a squeeze looking over at Din who had not yet put his helmet back on. You sighed. This wasn’t how you wanted him to find out. Bo walked out of the bay and headed to the flight deck leaving you and Din alone. You sat down on a nearby bench not daring to look at him. Din kneeled in front of you placing a hand on your thigh. 

“Cyar’ka, look at me,” he said. 

You always loved the sound of his voice without the helmet now you feared it. Din sighed placing his gloved hand on your chin guiding you to look at him. This was the first time you’d ever seen his face. And Maker he was beautiful. Deep brown eyes searched your own. They held a warmth to them. His hair was short but slightly wavy. His nose was cute. His mouth held a slight frown to it. He was studying you. 

“Cyar, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked glancing down at your saber. 

“I–I was just afraid.” 

“Afraid of what Cyar?” 

“Afraid you’d hate me.” 

Gloved hands cupped both of your cheeks holding you in  place so you had no other choice but to look at him. His eyes were so sad. 

“Mesh’la I could never hate you. You’re all I have left.” 

Tears streaked down your face. You knew what the next question would be. “Could you have trained him?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“I haven’t used the force for a few years now.” 

“Because of what happened?” 

You nodded as more alligator tears leaked out. 

“What did happen?”

“It happened on Bespin in Clou–Cloud,” you hiccuped, “City.” 

Din ran a hand through your hair while the other rested on your thigh again. He urged you to continue.

“I–it was Vader,” you shuddered, “he knew our relationship and who I was. He set a trap for Luke and me. He used our friends as bait. Luke fell out of the bottom of the tower. He escaped. But I couldn’t. I was stuck with Vader. I thought he was going to kill me. He took my saber. And placed me under arrest. I spent a few months in prison. I was supposed to be terminated. But an old friend saved me.” 

“Ashoka,” Din said. “Yeah, Ashoka. She hid me somewhere safe. I wanted to go back to the rebellion but Ashoka told me they believed I was a lost cause. Even Luke. So I ran. I ran from my past. I changed my name and never looked back.” 

“Cyar’ka, my sweet girl, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay it’s not entirely Luke’s fault but it still hurt.” 

Din pulled you into his lap. He kept you as close as possible. His face pressed into your neck inhaling your scent. 

“Cyare, I love you. “I love you more.” 

“We should get married.” 

You looked at him as he gazed right at you. You stroked his face. His beautiful face. “Okay,” you whispered. A smile graced your lips.

“I want to be your Riduur, Mesh’la.” 

“You’ll always have me Din.” 

You curled into his arms. The events of the day catching up with you. You placed your head in the crook of his shoulder slowly nodding off. He was yours. He would always be your home. Even if one member was no longer with you.