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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 1 year ago

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ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES - PT.1

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.. All involved characters are adults. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

PT.2 (ANGST Version) here.

PT.2 (FLUFF Version) here.

Makisig has an eerily human-like demeanor despite being a Tamawo, he talks and sometimes act with a sense of concern and empathy that you can definitely mistake him for a human if not for his golden hands and tongue, and the undeniable strength and looming presence he usually hides behind his gentle smile.

Maliksi on the otherhand, despite being shorter, and looking a lot younger than Makisig is much prone to showing his inhuman side. His usual expression is a glare, looking down in disgust to those binibinis following him and his Kuya around.

Unlike his kuya Makisig, Maliksi does not have any considerable grasp of how humans process emotions, he barely has grasp on how to process his own. He definitely lives up to his name with how fast his mood changes. A smile tugging on his lips, and a glimpse of genuine happiness only happens whenever he's around his Kuya, however, there is one emotion that comes easy for him- rage.

Rage that he carried inside him for decades

Rage that consumed him, the night he found his brother, lifeless from the hands of the humans he loved and protected.

Rage that kept burning on his soul... because how dare this puny creatures of flesh have the audacity to lay their filthy hands on his only family.

Maliksi's resentment towards humans grow deeper whenever he sees his Kuya interact with the binibinis because how can someone who undergone such pain and violence be so gentle and caring? His brother makes it look easy- smiling at them, comforting them, making them fall inlove.

Why can't he do the same?

Why can't he forgive them?

The first time Maliksi saw you in the woods, you tried using a fallen branch of Santol tree to try fight him off but immediately chucked it to the ground and squealed when a salagubang fell into your hand. It took all of his self control not to pick up the insect and throw it at you since his Kuya Makisig is watching.

You spent time with the two brothers at the Lost City, along with some other binibinis. The two only has 2 simple rules - no roaming around unsupervised by any of them, and no talking to other tamawos.

It is not a secret that the two are very different from the other tamawos- well, atleast Makisig is, and Maliksi is willing to do anything to keep his brother happy, even setting aside his distaste for humans and following his brother's virtues, keeping it as his own. Under their care, you and the other binibinis have the free will to decide for your fate.

Every single thing is discussed by Makisig, making sure all of you knew what you were getting yourselves into. Those who changed their minds about staying are allowed to return to their old lives, with their memory of the brothers and Biringan City erased.

You were sure to fall inlove with Makisig- he is the older brother, the sensible one, he is sweet and caring, yet you found yourself being drawn to his younger brother, Maliksi.

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"Tsk. Why do you want to stroll today of all the days?" Maliksi rolled his eyes as he walks with you. The Lost City of Biringan is truly magnificent- a bustling metropolis that has everything, from towering skyscrapers to the sleekest automobiles. Its inhabitants enjoy a level of convenience and luxury unlike anything we can imagine, with technology that far surpasses anything currently available in our own world.

Maliksi is still quietly mumbling to himself while you are just so absorbed with everything you were seeing that you didn't noticed how you were now following a complete stranger who took a turn into a sketchy alley- the establishments started getting fewer until you reached a dead end, the stranger you have mistakenly followed is now nowhere in sight.

Meanwhile, Maliksi just noticed that he has lost you. "Oh shit, Y/n got out of my sight. Kuya will be mad, mad if I don't return with her in one piece." he said in gritted teeth as he started looking for you.

When Maliksi found you, you were a snotty, sobbing mess, hugging your own knees for comfort like a lost toddler. He was angry at your stupidity, getting lost in such a foreign city with possible dangers, yet he can't deny how...cute your current state is. He pulled you to stand on your feet before wiping your tears with the sleeves of his shirt since he doesn't carry around a handkerchief like his Kuya.

"Come on, stop crying. I found you." He grinned, trying not to laugh at how much you're crying, not wanting you to feel bad further.

That's it. You were a lost cause. You have found yourself slowly falling inlove with the wrong brother- the one who would absolutely not understand your feelings, you are definitely stupid on that part.

Maliksi is not nice at all, he is oftentimes rude and whenever you ask questions, he answers sarcastically. He is often caught in some serious banter with the other ladies, only calming down once his brother steps in. You also took note of how childish he is- eating only sweets and playing video games whenever his brother is too busy tending to the ladies' needs, yet you seem to also notice how he deeply loves his brother and how he looks up to him and genuinely supports his beliefs and moral values.

Days have passed and you found yourself stealing him glances, making his favorite kutsinta, in pretense that it's actually for Makisig, yet putting it somewhere Maliksi would see first so he'll get to eat and enjoy it. Whenever Makisig spends time with you like he does with the other binibinis, you end up telling him that you'd like to play videogames so he'll end up also spending time with Maliksi, wanting to secretly see his smiles.

You never told anyone about your feelings, nor do you plan to because you knew that it is one sided. You were content with secretly making Maliksi happy without anything in return- that is enough.

The thing is, Maliksi actually noticed those small favors you were doing for him. He was definitely annoyed at first- he's a tamawo, what would he possibly gain from a human like you, afterall, humans are all the same in his eyes- just creatures driven by flesh and lust who will trample anything for their own desires...yet when he realized how you were letting him spend more time with his Kuya Makisig, he couldn't deny that it made him happy.

He doesn't understand your reasoning or thoughts at all. Why would you be doing him favors when you're not asking for anything. In his eyes, you are one weird, yet fascinating human.

He started gradually showing hints of appreciation- gleefuly eating the kutsinta you made where you can see him, looking forward to Makisig spending time with you because he knows that you'll choose an activity that will let him hangout with his brother, and although he wouldn't say it out loud, he's thankful for what you do.

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"I wish to return home." You softly said in front of the two brothers. Makisig was surprised, his mouth opening to say something but he briefly closes it before agreeing, no questions asked, even though he is quite disappointed since he's seen how his brother has been happier and less angry with you around.

Maliksi on the otherhand is now frowning. "Why? What's wrong with staying here?! I thought you like it here..." He sounded like a child close to throwing a tantrum- just like how he is when you first arrived and all he knows is his annoyance with humans.

"Well...I-"

"Just don't go expecting us to help you when you get lured back by other tamawos in the future!" He huffed before walking away, slamming the door behind him.

You bitterly smiled at his reaction, knowing that he won't understand it even if you explain it to him. This is the least you can do for yourself. You're still young...once you return home, you won't remember him, not his golden eyes, not the cute mole on his cheeks you always dream of kissing, not his adorable smile whenever he eats sweets...and maybe, just maybe you'll find someone who can understand your feeling back at home. Maybe you'll fall inlove again, with someone who can be yours in this lifetime...That's all you could hope for.

(May part 2, kalma mga beshie.) Art by: @ask-emilz-de-philz, that's their OC, Maliksi the Tamawo. Please support them <3

#planet puto #philmytcrea #rp tamawo #planetputo

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raunchyremnant · 2 years ago

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( Broly & Nora ) " Better , now that I found you ! I've missed you a lot ! " Returning the embrace as his hands went around Nora in turn , he'd squeeze his dear friend ( but not too tightly of course ) . The length of his tail coiling itself around her waistline affectionately . " I'd heard about the festival but it was Headmaster Lionheart that insisted a lot that I come to visit . He's been ... " With a sudden look of realization the Saiyan soon slung over the sack he'd been carrying over his back thus far . He'd never been one for owning a wide number of possessions but the few he did have we're ones that meant something to him . Reaching inside , he'd bring out a small wooden hammer for her to see . A simple instrument , one could certainly mistake it for a toy but he knew that Nora would be as intimately familiar with it as he was . " Kept it , helped me on days when I felt lonely without you and Ren . Thank you for letting me hold on to it " He didn't need it anymore , but that wasn't to say that he didn't want it still . He'd certainly be happy to keep the treasure for the rest of his days but ... it had originally belonged to her . He only thought it right to offer it back after all this time . " I'm going to find a scroll while I'm here , better to talk to you rather than remember you . Is Ren around here too ? " ( Please feel free to skip ahead if you want to ! I know that you don't want too much build up . The way I see it happening between them for Broly is that aside from already liking Nora , he also gets urges to mate during a certain phase of the moon on Remnant . I figure he'd go somewhere quiet or leave the group suddenly with maybe Nora following him ? Lemme know what you think ! )

Nora smiled and hugged back, her chest pressing up against Broly’s torso. “Hehe, missed you too, big guy!” While not as muscular, the force with which she could hug her monkey friend was definitely not to be taken lightly. Soon, though, the hug parted, and Nora was surprised to see a familiar wooden hammer. “Aww, you kept that all this time? That’s so sweet!”

After hearing a bit more about Broly’s plans, Nora put a hand on her hip. “Oh, Ren’s around... Somewhere. He said he wanted to try some of the food stalls, but I wasn’t feeling very hungry...” Mainly due to having eaten a large breakfast. “Anyway, you wanna find a scroll? I know a couple shops in town that are pretty cheap! Why don’t we head out this evening? Right now, we’ve got a festival to enjoy!”

After a long and exciting day of playing catch-up, Nora decided to head into town with Broly as the festival stalls started closing up for the day. She decided to bring him to an out-of-the-way shop in an alleyway as dusk slowly settled. “Now I know this looks a LITTLE sketchy, but trust me: it’s totally legal. The shop we’re heading to specializes in used tech. They’ll probably have a used Scroll you can get on the cheap side, if you don’t mind it not being in the BEST condition...”

//That sounds fine to me. We can have things get naughty in the alleyway, either before or after buying a scroll. Up to you.

#Broly Anon #Voluptuous Valkyrie (Nora)

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atwas-gaming · 1 year ago

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Reblogging on my theory sideblog because, as it turns out, for my original post...

HOWEVER, I am thinking more and more that my second theory, the one where I suggested this might be a 4th timeline, I think I might have been onto something. EXCEPT, I think it might go even further than that.

Again, bear in mind that I've only finished 2 Zelda games, so I've probably made some mistakes. (spoilers ahead)

So, the Ritos and Zoras both existed at the same time alongside the very first king of Hyrule, right? I haven't finished TOTK, but I've finished both Wind and Water Temples, so I've seen that much.

So there NO WAY this could be in any known timeline. Because the only other game that has Ritos was Wind Waker, and they were descended from the Zora.

But, as I said again, I think this already has to be a different timeline than any that we know about, because it seems to me like the Deku Tree was never destroyed. So it's not much of a stretch of the imagination to believe that this may be yet another timeline, perhaps one that branches off from an even earlier point than OOT. Again, I can't get past the first fight against Ghirahim, so I know very little about Skyward Sword; but given that the Master Sword talks to Zelda:

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That just about HAS to be Fi, still alive inside that broken, corrupted, twisted hunk of metal, talking to Zelda.

I'll find out how wrong I am as I continue playing, but for the moment, my working theory is that Zelda got sent back to the point between Skyward Sword and the founding of Hyrule, and the events of TOTK create its own, new, branching timeline, long before OOT or even Minish Cap.

I don't know anything about the Twili or how the Sacred Realm was sealed, but we KNOW Rauru founded Hyrule, right? Zelda is stuck in a time after Skyward Sword and before Minish Cap. I think that, whatever happens while Zelda is here, must create some branching 4th timeline that we never saw before BOTW.

The Imprisoning War, it seems to me, is not something that was supposed to happen in the Minish Cap/OOT timeline. Or, at least, not at that time.

My (admittedly very sketchy) understanding is that the Imprisoning War was mentioned in LTTP as a reference to the Seven Sages sealing Ganon away in OOT. But in TOTK, the Imprisoning War refers to Rauru sealing Ganon away at the beginning of Hyrule's founding.

So my question right now is, what happened to make Ganondorf appear and take the form of the Demon King hundreds of years before the events of Ocarina of Time?

Again, please bear in mind that this is all coming from someone who's played no more than half (and usually less) of almost every Zelda game- including TOTK- and only ever finished 2. Because I'll either get stuck in a dungeon and give up for a while, or I'll simply get distracted by another cool-looking game. Please don't judge me too harshly just yet; I'll find out how wrong I am eventually.

BOTW's Confusing Timeline

First off, please take everything I'm about to say with a grain of salt. BOTW is the only Zelda game I've ever beaten, and I only just beat it a couple of days ago, with a 38.something% completion. (And even at that, I don't think I could have gotten the true ending. Zelda asked if Link remembered her, and I doubt he did, because I was still missing 3 memories). A large majority of my understanding of the history of Hyrule comes from the Zelda Encyclopedia, Hyrule Historia, and stuff online. I could have everything wrong.

I've been trying to figure out which timeline BOTW probably fits into the best, and I'm pretty sure it must be the Triumphant Child Link timeline. Here's why:

Bokos

First, there's the existence of bokoblins. I did a quick google search, and bokos appear in the following games:

Skyward Sword takes place before anything else. According to Hyrule Historia, both Wind Waker and Twilight Princess take place in the Triumphant Hero timeline. Bokos, then, do not appear in the Defeated Hero timeline. So BOTW and TOTK must not be in the Defeated Hero timeline.

So, as sad as it makes me to say it, I don't believe we will see Lorule appear in TOTK. (So don't ask me how Ravio's hood ended up in BOTW. I suppose Ravio must have existed in this timeline, as well, just in a different capacity than how he appears in LBW.) I wish we could- the Dark World would be just so. darned. AWESOME! in an open-world adventure. But I doubt it will happen.

2. Witches

Another point against the idea that BOTW could have been in the Defeated Hero timeline is the absence of witches. To my knowledge, witches appear mostly in the Defeated Hero timeline (Maple in the Oracle games, Irene in LBW, the old crones that fix up potions in LTTP and Link's Awakening). Now, I know Koume and Kotake appear in Majora, but while I haven't finished Majora, I feel like it should be considered an outlier, since it takes place in Termina instead of Hyrule (and besides, it's the same twin witches from OOT).

If there are witches in other timelines, I either haven't found them or don't remember them.

3. Ritos

The Ritos are descendants of the Zora, and Zoras don't exist after Wind Waker. (Also, Ritos don't appear in the Defeated Hero timeline.) It doesn't make much sense, then, for BOTW to take place after Wind Waker, because how did the Zora just magically reappear after they'd gone extinct?

BUT, I see no reason why the Zora and the Rito couldn't coexist in BOTW if it follows Twilight Princess. Just because the flooding of Hyrule spurred the Zora to evolve into the Rito in Wind Waker, that doesn't mean that the Rito couldn't have spontaneously arisen as their own culture in the Child Link timeline. All that would have had to happen would be for a few Ritos to be born all at about the same time (possibly due to a freak genetic mutation in the Zora gene pool a few centuries ago?), decide that they just didn't fit into the Zora's water world, and split off to form their own nation.

There really isn't any reason they can't coexist.

4. Koholit Island

This island drove me crazy for the longest time. How can Koholit be real in BOTW when it was nothing but the Wind Fish's dream?

I have 2 theories for this:

Theory 1: The Wind Fish was given time to awaken and bring the island that it dreamed about to life in the real world.

Theory 2: Someone else, not a Link, landed in the Wind Fish's dream and, after awakening, landed on a very remote, difficult-to-reach island and decided to name it Koholit after the island in the dream. (This same person probably also traveled inland and named Goponga Swamp.)

In either case, it's still unlikely that BOTW takes place in the Defeated Hero timeline.

5. Tears of the Kingdom/Twilight Princess

Twilight Princess is probably the one that I know the least about. I've only played just a very little of it. But my understanding is that Ganondorf was executed, and now in TOTK he's being resurrected. Further, people keep talking about a connection between the Zonai and the Twili, which come from TP, as I understand.

Also, most of the special armor in BOTW comes from Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time, with the exceptions of the Lobster Shirt (Wind Waker) and Ravio's Hood (Link Between Worlds) (there may be other armor that I don't know about). As I said before, Ravio could have existed in this timeline, just in a different capacity. The same could be said for the people of Outset Island, even though Outset Island doesn't appear to exist in BOTW, at least not under that name.

6. The Big Reason Why BOTW Could Actually Be in the Adult Link Timeline

Simply put, it's because the Hero of Time is frequently mentioned in BOTW. And if this game does take place in the Child Link timeline, how would anyone know about the Hero of Time? The whole point of the Child Link timeline is that Link erased the events that happened in OOT, isn't it?

Well, I actually do have a tentative theory about that, too...

7. A Connection Between the Timelines?

Somehow or other, BOTW is a reconvergence of the 3 timelines. Or at least of the Triumphant Child and Adult Link timelines.

Most of the armor and items are references to either OOT or TP. But they mention the Hero of Time. And there's the Lobster Island shirt. And the Ritos. And the Koroks (whoops! almost forgot them!), who also only appeared in Wind Waker, and there is really no reason for the Kokiri to have turned into the Koroks in the Child Link timeline. And there's Koholit Island and Ravio's Hood, which both come from the Defeated Hero timeline, which, as I've said over and over, isn't likely to be BOTW's timeline.

In other words, BOTW covers every timeline. Especially if you look at the DLC.

Flip over to the Tears of the Kingdom trailers (at the time I'm writing this, TOTK is less than 2 weeks away), and it is filled with references to Wind Waker. There's a boat that looks very much like the King of Red Lions, the inside of Hyrule Castle looks exactly as it does in Wind Waker, and there's some kind of a dragon in a tornado. Meanwhile, people who know more about Twilight Princess than I do have noticed lots of TP references.

So. Is TOTK going to converge the Wind Waker and Twilight Princess timelines? Were the EX treasure chests, with their references to the Heroes of Time, of Wind, and of Twilight, a hint or a foreshadowing of this upcoming convergence?

I guess we'll find out in a couple of weeks, huh?

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maes-flowers · 2 years ago

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For them, for us [2] (Obi-wan Kenobi x Reader)

Summary: Following the Kenobi series, two former Jedi masters Obi-wan Kenobi and Y/n Marilla are grieving the lost of Anakin, Padme, and the jedi purge. After pledging to watch over Luke Skywalker and spending ten years in exile, and making a life together what will happen when the mistakes they made in their past come back as a new threat?

Authors note: If you like this series so far please, please, please reblog and comment what you think! it helps so much and I really appreciate it and if you want to be apart of the taglist let me know down below also :)

Prologue - Chapter 1

The first thing you weren't expecting was the sheer amount of people on Dayiu, crowds and crowds of people of all species muddled around the port station like a swarm. Unlike Tatooine, where if you went at the right time you would find small handfuls of people around.

The second thing was how dark the place was compared to the twin sun planet that never allowed the sky to turn black. You continued to blink rapidly to the sights around you, the right Neon signs bugging your eyes.

You looked down at the data pad tracking the ship they took Leia on, frowning at how the once moving tracker now was at a standstill.

“All signals in or out get blocked once you enter the planet.” Obi-wan said, walking back from the man he went up to to ask why the datapad wasnt working.

You bit back a groan at that, that fact alone making this place sketchy levels exponentially grow more and more in your mind. Idea of human traffikig or illigal child labor for spice rings running through your head as you thought about what would be happening to Leia at this very moment.

“Okay.” you slid the datapad into the pouch you had attached to the belt around your waist. “We go right into the heart of the city. Just like the lower levels of Coursant I'm sure there will be spice dealers around who are usually aware of what's going on behind the scenes.”

Obi-wan nodded.

“Lead the way then.”

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Neon lights, the smell of food vendors, and sounds of people fighting on the crowded street was alot for you, almost to the point of overstimulation as the two of you looked around confused on where to go next, Obi-wan sighed with frustration.

“If I ever needed guidance, Master, it's now.” you heard him whisper.

“Spare any credits?” A voice called out to you.

You looked around in confusion for a moment before your eyes landed on the ground, you sucked in a large breath at the sight.

A clone veteran, on the ground with his helmet tipped at you.

You stepped backwards, fear bubbling in you as you looked over at Obi-wan. Who just reached into his robe and dropped the credits into the helmet. You knew the clones that were left in the galaxy did not have a command for Order 66 anymore but seeing the armor once again made you nervous.

“Thank you for the warm meal.” he said as Obi-wan put his hand on your back and guided you away. You cleared your throat, thankful for Obi-wan handling your very rude behavior.

“Out of the way.” A male stormtrooper demanded him and his partner holding blasters in their hands as they patrolled. You and Obi-wan both backed away, waiting until they were at a farther distance before moving again, walking around the corner.

You Spotted a younger woman with pink hair shuffling towards you, your hand tapped Obi-wan's back.

“There.” you muttered, your eyes meeting the women. You both went still, her face was very sharp and angular as she watched with careful eyes. You watched her for any movement with raised eyebrows.

The impatient look screamed ‘your turn’

She took it as the cue to approach.

“You want some spice, lady?” she asked “I got some Kessel Pure, glitterstim, and Felucian. What do you need.” she offered.

“How about some information?” Obi-wan asked, the pink haired woman eyed him suspiciously. “Were looking for our daughter, she was taken and she's on this planet.” Obi-wan explained

“Well if she's here, you're never going to see her again.” She said, fidgeting in her place. “Nobody ever leaves this place.”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a contiar of spice.

“I was someone's daughter once too.” She put the spice in Obi-wan's robe. “This ones free but get a few more of those and you'll forget she ever existed.”

You watched in defeat as she walked away.

“That went a lot smoother in my head.” you sighed.

“Having trouble?” a small boy's voice peeped up, you turned around and saw a boy no older than twelve, arms crossed over his langley body. “There's a jedi, he helps people.”

You fought to keep your expression neutral as you squatted down to his level, the kid looked way too young to be even doing this type of work.

“The jedi are all gone.” you said. The little boy raised his brow.

“I can take you to him.” he smirked. “For the right price.”

You scoffed at him, waving a annoyed finger as you reached into your pouch of credits

“You greedy little womp rat.” you grumbled, handing him a handful of credits.

The kid snatched them from your hand and shoved it into his pocket.

“Follow me.”

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You and Obi-wan watched behind a wall as a man in robes led a mother and child to a table, however you didn't recognize the man from the temple, and although you didn't know everyone well, spending over 15 years in a place allows you to become aware of the people you spend every day with.

You watched in disappointment as the man grabbed a comm and talked to a person, as the man proceeded to act like he was doing a Jedi mind trick, you cursed and put your head against the wall. You knew you didn't recognize that man for a reason.

‘Stupid scaming kid’ you thought bitterly.

You looked at the situation with even more distaste when you saw the man demand credits from the single mother, rushing them away.

The man slouched at the table and comm back to the man, which is when you decided to show yourself. Casually strolling in you walked up to the table.

“We're looking for a Jedi.” you implored.

“How did you get in here?” the man, who had been called Haja asked, quickly standing up.

“A girl has been kidnapped. We need your help to find her.” Obi-wan said, quickly picking up on your plan to act like he was a true jedi. His face quickly relaxed as he got into his act, raising his hands as the windows closed around the room.

“I'm Haja Estree, jedi” he introduced, you subtly brought a hand to your mouth to cover the twitching smile fighting its way onto your face. “I help all who are in need, all I ask is for a few credits in exchange as the shadows are my realm…for the light is an unforgiving place for my kind.”

“Of course.” Obi-wan sympathized. “How much?”

“Five hundred to locate the girl, another three hundred to take you to her,” he offered.

Your jaw dropped at the outrageous price.

“Goodness that light is unforgiving.” Obi-wan said, brows raised in surprise.

“Oh, make it a thousand and I'll show you some tricks,” Haja raised his hand. “What do you know of the force my friend?”

Obi-wan pulled out his blaster and aimed it at his chest

“Just that it's a lot of remotes and magnets.” Obi-wan said sarcastically.

You raised your hand and forced pulled the magnets from Hajas gloves, he looked over at you in shock as you pointed at your husband.

“Don't look at me, I'm not the one pointing a blaster at your chest right now.”

Haja chuckled nervously, his arms raised in surrender.

“Okay I know how this looks-”

“It looks like you just took money from that family.” you accused.

“I got them safe!” Haja protested. “Just a little poorer…you're not going to tell anyone are you?”

You shrugged in thought.

“That depends on what you tell us.”

Obi-wan pressed the barrel of the balster harder into Hajas chest.

“You're bottom feeder, a rat who preys on weakness.”

“And a very bad actor!” you chimed in.

“But in my experience,” Obi-wan continued. “Rats know more about the sewers than anyone else.”

Haja scoffed in offensive.

“So judgemental.” he pouted. You rolled your eyes and threw the magnet on the ground, the small piece scattered across the floor and you looked up at him with an unimpressed look.

“Oops.” you said blandly. “You'll help us find the girl or I'll actually show you some jedi tricks.” the threat left your mouth as you stepped closer.

“Yeah alright I'll do it.” he said quickly.

You tilted your head in confusion at the fast surrender.

“You'll help us?” Obi-wan asked, taking a step back when Haja nodded.

“Can we trust you?” you asked, although futile, nowadays the chance of someone stabbing you in the back seemed to be 50/50 the back stabbing more often than not.

“Sure, why not.”

Which led you 20 minutes later, standing in front of a large building surrounded by very large creatures and people gambling on a game right by you. You looked around for any way in, only to be disappointed.

“Well, at least he was honest about not being able to get it.” you muttered, skimming your boot on the ground. When you heard no response from Obi-wan and looked over to where he was staring at, your mind slowly caught up to his idea when you saw two spice makers leave the building, dressed in lab gear.

You looked up at Obi-wan and smiled.

“This is why we make such good partners.” you smirked. “Follow my lead.”

You lifted your arm to be ready to catch the two workers of guards but a pain in your eyes and a flash threw you off step.

“All right Y/n, it's really easy to do a mind trick. you just over think too much.” Anakin said, Standing next to you in the crowded Cantina.

you put an offended hand on your chest and sent Anakin a hurt look.

“I do not!” you protested. “I don't know why I asked you to do it, I was a master before you.”

Anakin raised a brow.

“If my lack of experience is the issue, I can always get Obi-wan to come help?” he teased. You looked up at him and pointed your finger at him.

“Dont.” you warned. “Ill-ill listen, I'm just embarrassed, okay?”

Anakin's teasing look went away and he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Sometimes I forget how much older you are than me, Master y/n.” you winced at his words, liking the start of a pep talk reminding you of your age. “Jedis struggle with things all the time, what matters is that they try to move past it; there's no time limit on learning the ways of the force.”

You looked up at him, a small grin on your face.

“Alright Master Skywalker,” you teased. “Teach this padawan how to get a drink from one of these guys.”

You came back to the middle of the street with Obi-wans shaking you gently on your shoulder, you blinked for a moment before you realized what happened.

Why did you have a force vision of you and Anakin in the past?

You swallowed nervously, you haven't had a force vision in so long, the last time was years before the republic fell due to the council talking to you about the dangers of force visions and Psychometry when you went to them about having them often.

The fear they distilled into you had made them go away.

Until now, at least.

“Y/n?” Obi-wan called out urgently, a hand hovering over your shoulder.

You shook your head and waved Obi-wan's hand away, claiming you were okay.

“I'll tell you later.” you mumbled.

Ignoring Obi-wan's unconvinced gaze, you crossed the street, heading down the same alley the two workers went. Obi-wan maneuvered quickly and grabbed one of the man's head and smacked it against the wall, you and the other worker watched them crumple to the ground.

“Hey! What are you-” the other spat out but you waved your hand in front of their face.

“You will give me your work gear.” you said confidently, you haven't done a mind trick in so long you weren't sure it would work.

You watched the guy's face relax and nod.

“I will give you my work gear.” he said, his hands going for his goggles, oxygen mask, and blue poncho. You waved your hand one more time when he handed you the items, now only in an undershirt and pants.

“You will go home and rethink your life choices.” you said, and the man repeated the words back before soundly walking away. You saw Obi-wan stare at you, a soft look in his eyes.

“Seems like you might be enjoying this a little too much.” he said, putting on his mask. You shrugged on the poncho and goggles.

“I will not confirm or deny that statement.” you said, your voice muffled by your own mask.

“Come on,” Obi-wan said. “I'd like to get in and out of this building sooner rather than later.

“Yes sir.” you saluted, following him into the building.

The sounds of chemicals bubbling in the crowded lab, splitting off from each other, you went to the opposite side from Obi-wan. You shuffled near the man standing by the door, looking at the shelves of spice to act like you were doing something.

You side-eyed Obi-wan and raised your hand giving the signal, he raised a heat to the boiler and stepped away. You held your breath as you watched the blue chemical grow hotter and hotter until it exploded.

Taking advantage of all the people clamoring, you pickpocketed the scan code from the large man and opened the door, holding it open for Obi-wan to slip through with ease.

Taking off your mask and googling, you patted Obi-wan on the back.

“Good job, love.”

You and Obi-wan start walking down the hall, peering into rooms when you hear footsteps behind you.

“Hey! What are you doing back here?” A lab worker asked.

You closed your eyes and cursed when they came up right behind the two of you.

“Oh, we seem to have lost our way.” Obi-wan kindly said, a light smile playing on his face.

“Well..get back to work.” the worker said, Obi-wan looked at you and nodded.

He spun around slamming his elbow in one of the guys' noses, the worker stumbled backwards. You turned to the smaller man in front of you and rolled under his legs, popping up behind him and kicking in the back of his knees. The man quickly scrambled up and side kicked you across the face, the tip of his boot hitting your jaw. You groaned in pain, your hand shooting up to hold your jaw as bloody spit dribbled down your chin. Through squinting eyes you saw Obi-wan tackle his guy to the ground.

You glared at the man in black jacket and marched up to him, grabbing your hands and wrapping him around his neck, yanking his head down onto your knee. Wincing as the hard bone hitting the joint as you shoved him backward into Obi-wan's grip, he grabbed him by the throat and pinned him against the wall leaning in close to his ear.

“Where is the girl?” He growled.

The man breathed heavily. the welt on his head from your knee already goring to a concerning size.

“Down the hall, take a left and the second door on right.” he whimpered, grabbing your vibroblade from your boot and you slammed the hilt into his temple. You didn't want him running off to tell anyone you were here if you left him. You watched him fall to the ground and stepped away. You and Obi-wan quickly made your way down the hallway as the blood kept dripping from your lips and began to dry on your chin, making you cringe in disgust.

Obi-wan ran up to the door and slid in the key and opened the door, there was a single chair in the center of the room and Leia was completely quiet.

In fact, you didn't even feel a life force in the room.

“Obi-wan wai-” you grunted as something wrapped around your arm, pushing you backwards and slammed you into a wall, wincing at the back of your head hitting the metal as you looked at the person who manhandled you.

A tall green man with a long ponytail holds you by your throat now, his long fingernails digging into the skin as Obi-wan got pinned by his arms right next to you.

A Bald man walked in soon after, a fascinated look on his face when he looked at both of you.

“I didn't know a jedi could bleed.” he said, leaning in to look at blood smeared into Obi-wan's beard right below his nose.

The man dropped his arm and chuckled.

“I can't believe you fell for it, I assumed you'd be smarter than to risk everything for a spoiled little brat.” he said, punching Obi-wan in the stomach at the last word. You gasped around the hold on your throat as you struggled to get to Obi-wan.

The man reached inside Obi-wan's robe and pulled out his lightsaber.

“Wow the inquisitor really figured you out Kenobi, don't worry she'll be here soon and well be rich and you'll be dead.”

A loud wheeze escapes your mouth as your vision grows spotted around the edge. your hands coming up to try to pull and loosen the hand around you, tried to kick the man holding you but all you got in return was the man stepping closer and pinning his body against yours.

The bald man turned to you and laughed.

“Don't think I haven't forgotten about you too” he teased, walking up to you. “Tell me, do you have your saber as well?” his hand slowly grazing up your hip and moving the long fabric revealing your lightsaber on your thigh harness.

“Ah quite predictable you lot are,” he faux surprise as he took the weapon.

Desperately needing air you twisted your hand and flicked forward, the man who pinned you to the wall stumbled backwards, you quickly raised your hands in surrender when a balster was aimed at your head.

Your chest heaved, feeling less and less light headed the more air you inhaled as you stared at the bald man in front of you.

“Tell your guy he would suck in the bedroom if he choked every person like that.” you wheezed out, your voice similar to nails on a chalkboard as you spoke. You pressed your back against the wall and kept your arms up in surrender to show you weren't going to make a run for it.

“That was a risky move, jedi.” he said, pointing your own saber at you.

Obi-wan was angry, angier than you've seen him in years when he watched you get choked. He struggled against the people holding him back. You held his eye contact and tried to communicate with your eyes, telling him you were okay.

“Where's the girl?” you demanded. “I know she's close.”

“It doesn't matter! You're not getting out of here!” he shouted. “You're not jedis anymore Mr and Mrs Kenobi '' he drawled on, Mockery seeping at every syllable but you didn't think he knew the accuracy of that statement.

“You're just a person, and you're bleeding all over my floor.” he said, referencing your bloody mouth. Being petty you spat on the floor, the mix of saliva and blood landing on his boot.

“Well,” Obi-wan piped up. “Everyone bleeds.” and with that he slammed a vile on the ground and spice filled the air. You fumbled for your mask and pulled it over your face while Obi-wan shot forward and punched the man hard in the stomach and grabbed both of your lightsabers as you stumbled out of the room and closed the door.

You leaned against the wall for a moment, your body throbbing at all angles from the abuse you'd taken from the small amount of time you've been in this building. You looked into your reflection in the metal and looked at the claw marks on the newly created galaxy of red and purple on your neck.

“Oh sweetheart.” Obi-wan said when you looked over at him, his eyes were not leaving your neck as he spoke.

“It's okay, I have a bacta patch on me.” you said, your shaky hand going for the pouch attached to your waist belt, pulling out the patch and a wipe for your face. You worked fast so you didn't waste too much time as you cleaned your face and neck, tossing the blood dyed wipe on the ground and you placed the sticky patch on the worst area of your neck and the start of your jaw.

“Okay,” you said, already feeling the healing effects. “Let's go find Leia.”

You and Obi-wan had each taken a side of the hall, checking each and every room for the little girl. You were looking in another empty room when you heard a loud grunt and a small.

“Let go of me!”

You ran out and saw Obi-wan pick up Leia and go back into the room. You jogged over and saw Leia stumble back and look at Obi-wan terrified.

“Your father sent me, we're here to help.” he tried to convince her but it didn't work.

You kneeled on the ground, putting your lightsaber on the ground you raised your hands.

“Leia.” you called out as soft as you could with the slight croak in your voice still. “Your dad, Bail Organa sent us here to come save you, I used to protect your dad when he was younger too.” Leia turned and looked at you.

“Where's the army?” she questioned.

“There's no army, it'd be too dangerous but we're here to get you home.” you said as you stood back up, clipping your saber back on you and Obi-wan held out a hand.

“Come on, little one.” he said, grabbing Leia's hand.

“Why should I trust you?” she mumbled.

“Because we're nicer than the people in this place.” you said.

~~~~

You slipped off your poncho before you kneeled down and helped Leia change out of the poncho that was so big hung at her ankles.

“So you're both jedi?” she asked and Obi-wan shushed her

“It's just that you seem kind of old and beat up.” she said innocently. You sighed as you grabbed the fabric from her hands and placed it off to the side.

“There is a port across the city, we need to make it there before the last transport leaves.” you explained to her.

“Okay then let's go!” she exclaimed and started walking off, you snatched your hand out and pulled her away from a large creature she almost ran into, it looked down and growled at her. You picked her up and adjusted her in your grip so she was looking at you.

“You have no idea what we're risking being here, your highness.” you whispered seriously. “From now on you'll do exactly as your told”

Leia looked frightened but nodded.

“Good, now come on.” you said putting her down, and held her hand as the three of you headed down the street.

You had made it three streets over when you started seeing bounty photos of you and Obi-wan on holoprojectors. You and Obi-wan shared a nervous glance at your names and faces now being seen everywhere. You leaned forward and pulled Obi-wan's hood over his face.

“You're more recognizable,” you whispered in his ear, your eye catching a clothing vendor near you. “There's a vendor right by us, we'll get Leia and I something to cover our faces.

It didn't take long for you to pick a green cape for Leia and a black one for you, as Obi-wan paid.

You were kneeled in front of her, clasping each button as she looked at you oddly. You raised a brow back.

“What is it?”

“Do I know you?” she asked, you looked at her for a moment as you leaned back.

There was no possible way she would remember you.

Unsure what to say, Obi-wan saved you by calling you two over.

“Come on.” you urged, pulling the hood over your head. Dragging Leia over to Obi-wan.

“If anyone asks, we're farmers from Tawl and you're our daughter.” he explained ].

“Granddaughter maybe.” she mumbled under her breath, you laughed in shock at the remark.

“What?” Obi-wan leaned in.

“Nothing!” she said sweetly.

During your travels you ended up having to pick up and carry Leia on her hip, the ten year old had a terrible habit of running off and getting distracted.

“Where are we?” she questions.

“Daiyu.” Obi-wan responded, his hand hasn't left you back once since you've been holding her.

“It's incredible.” she whispered in awe and you shook your head.

“That's one word you can use I suppose.”

She stayed silent for a moment before you spoke again.

“How come you aren't using your lightsabers?” you and Obi-wan remained silent. “Maybe because you aren't real jedis,” she theorized. “I heard they all died.”

You took a deep breath, your annoyance growing slightly with each question.

“You haven't even told me your names.” she pointed out.

“My name is Kilian and this is Ben.” you introduced, not quite ready to use your real names around a loud mouth child until you were in a safer place.

“Those don't sound like Jedi names.” she said suspiracly.

“Those are our names, you're going to have to trust us eventually.” Obi-wan said.

“How can I trust you when I know you're hiding something.”

You and Obi-wan slowed down for a moment and looked at the little girl in your arms.

“You think the less you say, the less you give away. But really it's the opposite.” Leia said, her tone clear and concise. For a moment you saw Padme shine through and it took your breath away.

“How old are you?” Obi-wan asked incredulously.

“Ten!”

You and Obi-wan smirked.

“You don't sound like you're ten.” he said, continuing walking. “Thank you.” she said proudly.

You spotted three bounty hunters walking towards you and you grabbed Obi-wan's robe and pulled him behind a cart, blocking the three of you from sight. You put Leia down, needing both hands free if one of the bounty hunters found you later on and attacked you.

The three of you then decided to hide in an alley for a bit for a break, once Leia got comfortable you walked over to Obi-wan.

“I'm going to go take a look around, see how surrounded we are. You whispered, glancing over your shoulder to look at Leia to make sure she isn't looking or listening to you. “Stay by her side, distract her for a bit. She was shaking in my arms the whole time I was holding her.”

You reached your hand out and squeezed his hand, he looked down and smiled at you and quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead before you walked back out the alley.

You pulled your hood over your face and stepped out into the main street, farther up the street you could see a small crowd of stormtroopers and a few bounty hunters walking up and down the street. Obi-wan's face was mostly projector everywhere, the empire taking more of interest in him than you but you still saw your face plastered around a concerning amount.

“Leia!” you heard a shout, turning on your heel you sprintied back to the alleyway to find Obi-wan and Leia gone.

“Shit!” you yelled, a group of pedrestings looking at you as you kicked a crate.

You weren't sure what to do, it wasn't possible for you to ask around asking who saw them without sending more bounty hunters after them and you.

“If you have the chance, always get the high ground.” Obi-wan's instructions.

You and him were in a training area outside the temple, sabers drawn as you slowly circle each other.

“General Kenobi,” you teased. “Do you think of me so lowly I wouldn't remember basic defensive techniques?”

Obi-wan smiled as you ran in, your lightsaber clashing against his loudly, a large blue light emitting from both your sabers made the air fizzle in a blue hue around you.

“How about you get above me and show me what my techniquess look like from below.” you said, Obi-wan's face flushed red as he sputtered

“I'm sorry what-” he let out a yelp when you ducked low and kicked his legs out from under him and fell on his back, placing your boot on his chest and pointing your saber at his neck.

“I win.” you smirked.

You flinched when the force vision disappeared again, thankful for the quick glimpse of the past as you ran up to the ladder on the side of the building. You scanned over the city searching for any sign of the two, only to be left with nothing.

Until you saw a burst of blaster going off five rooftops over.

You jump immediately into action, sprinting as fast as you could over the roof, your body going into autopilot as you vaulted over a vent. As you jumped over the gap between buildings you saw a figure in all black a few feet from you running as well. After they ran under a light you quickly realized the face of the inquisitor from Tatooine.

You skidded to a stop and shot your arms out, putting all your focus into the force and forced pushed the woman to lose her balance and grunted as she fell to ground. You breathed heavily at the exertion as you grabbed your lightsaber.

She stood up and her gaze found you immediately even from three rooftops away.

You put your focus into balancing your force signature into a calm state as you watched her silently, your gaze dark and threatening.

“I recognize you, Y/n Marilla,” she said loudly. “In the archives, you were commander for Obi-wan Kenobi's ship during the clone wars and the same connections Kenobi has with the Organa family.” she spoke dangerously. “You're not as smart as the archives said, coming out of hiding like this is a death sentence.”

“You've done your homework!” you said sarcastclly, walking closer to the edge of the roof. “But you got one thing wrong.”

“And what is that?” she said slowly.

“My last name isn't Marilla anymore!” you said, distracting her while hiding your hand behind your back as you slowly lifted a large metal crate on the rooftop the inquisitor stood on, you quietly grunted under all the pressure holding up such a large object.

“It's Kenobi!” you shouted, watching her face twist in disgust and hate as you threw your hand down. The crate dropped down, on the roof and thank the force it had done what you wanted as it crashed the roof in making the woman fall through and giving you and Obi-wan and Leia a chance to get away from her.

You shot off again, going towards the building that was having balster going off every second but was now silent. The two must've gotten away during your confrontation with the inquisitor. You jumped down to another building and saw a man there, he quickly turned around.

“Haja?” you asked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm trying to help you!” he yelled, and you stared at him in confusion.

“No questions, just follow me. I know where your friend is.” he said.

~~~`

Haja had led you back to the transport station, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

“You just told me they locked down the entire city, there is no point for us to be here.”

Haja pointed down an alleyway, walking despite your tugging on his arm to deter him away.

“But they don't know that!” Haja said, quickly aiming his blaster and shooting something, you looked around Haja frame and saw Obi-wan and Leia there, with a dead bounty hunter on the ground.

“Ben.” you sighed in pure relief, quickly walking over to him and hugging him tightly. Obi-wan said your name like a prayer as he hugged you back.

“I'm never leaving you on your own with a child again,” you laughed. “I was gone for ten minutes.” you pulled away from him, and patted his shoulder. You knew you would have a more private time to celebrate the joys of either you becoming a widow or a widower today.

“Haja, update Ben on what's going on please.” you asked as you looked down at Leia, kneeling down to her level and pulled her into a hug.

“Are you okay?” you said, patting your hands on her body to feel for blood or broken bones.

“Yup! Ben saved me from falling off a roof with the force.” she said casually.

That took you a moment to process, unlike you Obi-wan fully detached himself from the force or anything relating back to the jedi order. So hearing he managed to connect to force again so quickly after years surprised you.

“That's good,” you said, looking above you at the roofs towering over you to see if the inquisitor would pop up. Grabbing Leia's hand, you walked up to Obi-wans and Haja, who was handing him the coordinates to Mapuzo. “You expect me to trust you? You're a criminal?” Obi-wan said.

“I trust him,” you butted in looking at Haja. “You heard what he said, he's trying to make amends for what he has done. And I think we both understand that.” you gave him a pointed look.

“You're not alone Obi-wan,” Haja whispered. “I'll buy you as much time as I can.” and with that he turned around, shot the bounty droid one more time and disappeared.

~~~

The cargo port was bigger than you expected it to be, even when you saw it from miles down below in the alley it was still deceptive to its real size.

“We must be careful,” obi-wan warned, carefully inspecting the area for anything suspicious.this is a cargo port it's not meant for people.”

“Good,” Leia said cheerfully. “Then they won't look for us here.”

“Well, not unless it's a setup.” Obi-wan cationed and you agreed silently with him, although Haja seemed to only want to good something good you could never really know a person's

intentions in this situation.

“Is it that hard to believe you might have friends?” Leia asked, walking backwards looking at the two of you. “Look, since I met you, I've been chased, shot at, and I almost fell to my death.”

Obi-wan looked at you guilty at the last fact, looking like a child who got caught stealing candy but you raised a hand, cutting him off before he said anything.

“She already told me.” you sighed.

“And now there's inqusting people after us,” Leia added.

“If someone is offering us help, I think we should take it.”

You and Obi-wan stood still at her words, watching her walk a few steps before she turned around.

“What now?” she sighed, and Obi-wan placed his hands together just watching the girl for a moment.

“Nothing, you just remind me of someone.” he said, taking a step, “She was fearless, too and stubborn.”

Leia took offense to that.

“I'm not stubborn.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Yes, you are.”

“I'm not!” she snapped and you raised a brow.

“Was your friend a jedi too?” she asked Obi-wan.

“No, she was a leader.” Obi-wan said. “She died a long time ago.”

“Oh,” Leia spoke. “I'm sorry.”

The sound of door clanking made both you and Obi-wan turn at the sound, he moved quickly and dragged Leia behind a shipping container. You moved to the one opposite of them, keeping your back flat against the metal watching as Obi-wan looked around the edge to see who it was.

Although your stomach dropped at the sound of a lightsaber being activated.

“Obi-wan.” a voice taunted out.

You saw Obi-wan hand Leia the coordinate card and had her run to the cargo ship, once she was on the ship he ducked over to your side. His hands clutching his lightsaber so tight his knuckles were white.

“I can feel you.” she said, “Or is that your wife i'm sensing?”

You felt Obi-wan grow stiff at the mention, and look at you but you ignored his gaze. Instead opting for trying to sense the woman's force signature but getting nothing except a small fuzz around you.

“Your fear betrays you.”

You took a sharp breath as you heard the buzzing of the light saber come closer, small flashes of red illuminating the ground every few seconds. The sight of the saber alone made you twitch nervously, you knew what the process was to get a red lightsaber and scared you enormously.

“You two don't have to worry, you're not going to die.” she comforted. “Today.”

“I'm just going to take you to him,” she said. “Lord Vader will be pleased I bought two former jedi.”

Terror sucked the breath from you mouth at the mention of Darth Vader, it couldnt be possible. Obi-wan showed you himself that he left Anakin's burned and dismembered body at the shore of the lava lake. There was no way he made it that night.

“Oh, you didn't know?” she said in surprise. “He's alive, Obi-wan.”

You looked over at Obi-wan, but he started blankly ahead, face full of fear as she continued talking.

“Anakin Skywalker is alive” she hissed, “And he's been looking for you for a long time.”

“And I will be the one who will deliver you to him.” she said, and two boxes right your head flew off the container and you squatted down, covering your head.

“Third sister! I can stand the reek of your ambition no longer.” a man yelled.

“I found him! We have him, both of them.” she said.

“And I cannot risk you losing them again. So move aside.” he warned, you quickly pushed Obi-wan to move over, you both stood now looking through a gap between the boxes. You didn't recognize the gray skinned man, who had pale eyes, and black marking on his head. You watched as he raised his hands at the box you both stood behind.

“Watch and learn,” he said.

In a blink of an eye the third sister shot forward and stabbed him in the stomach with her lightsaber. You and Obi-wan watched in shock as she pushed the blade deep and leaned in to whisper.

“You really think I'd let you take all the credit?” she seethed. You and Obi-wan took the moment to sprint off toward Leia, who was standing by the door waiting for you to come, she smacked the button to close and you both jumped in right before the door closed. You spun and looked at the window on the door and saw the third sister at the dock yelling something but it fell upon deaf eyes over the sound of the ship taking off.

You and Obi-wan sat in shock as you processed what she had said.

“Anakin.” Obi-wan breathed out shakely and you turned to him and grabbed his hand.

“Breathe Obi-wan,” you said, moving in front of him so you can make him look you in the eyes.

He could no longer control his hands; they were trembling rhythm and he gripped your hand tight. As he shook his head, his mouth opened and closed as he tried to find the words, you pulled him into your arms and held on tight, ignoring Leia as she asked if you two were okay.

You weren't.

But that didn't stop you from telling the man hyperventilation in your arms that.

You raked your hands through the copper blonde hair as you whispered in his ears, telling him you were both okay now and that you'll both figure something out. But he never responded besides a low monotone repeating of Anakin's name.

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jealousy, jealousy

(Kakashi x Reader)

Summary: you're a crazy ass possessive yandere bitch who is jealous because your husband has too many "fans"

Words: a little over 2.5k

this story is unedited and also English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes (if you have the time/patience I'd appreciate a lot if you told me what's incorrect).

still not comfortable writing fanfic, so it may be a lot out of character, and I'm sorry

this is a mess, please don't judge me

You never knew you were the toxic girlfriend type; but, to be fair, you couldn't have known before. You never really cared for any of the guys you dated, you only used them for some oxytocin every now and then. In fact, the way your friends acted with their boyfriends annoyed you. All that insecurity, jealousy... You just couldn't understand.

Until you met him.

From the very first moment you set eyes on him on your best friend's birthday party on a Friday night your world turned upside down and you just needed to have him. Luckily he felt the same way about you. It was like a movie scene the first time you two saw each other, you forgot how to breath, the whole room just stopped and all you could see was him, slowly walking towards you, a sketchy smile under the mask that covered half his face, squinching his eyes, looking just like a prankish little boy.

He stopped, not too close, but not too far. Just enough for you to hear what he was saying above the loud music, but not enough for you to pretend you tripped onto something, falling right into his arms.

If only he was just a little closer...

"Have we met?" he asked.

His voice was husky, in the most sexy way, and you were already under his spell. There was no salvation. You had no idea who he was, or what was his name, but you knew, on that moment, that his name would come out of your lips a lot, in the dirtiest ways.

"No, but I'm so drunk that there's a possibility that we are not meeting now either, and you're just a product of my mind." you said, without thinking, putting the straw back in your mouth to stop you from saying stupid things again.

"Oh, you think I'm just a product of your mind? And why is that?"

"I mean... Just look at you!"

He laughed, a sound that you loved too much for your own good. It instantly became your favorite sound in the world. Well, maybe his moans would put his laugh in second place, because that voice...

"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you very much. I'm Kakashi, by the way."

"I'm Y/N."

You put the straw back into your lips, biting it. His eyes didn't miss that.

"Look, Y/N, I don't mean to be rude or an asshole, but if you keep biting this straw I might have to take you home with me." His voice was lower now, his hands in his pockets.

"Well, maybe, Kakashi, just maybe, that's what I want you to do. - you said, eyes on his, as if you were challenging him.

He looked at you as if he didn't think he heard you right, but you slid your tongue slowly through the straw and that was all it took. He took you by the hand and you spent the whole weekend together talking, laughing, eating and fucking. And God, he was good at it. He was too good for his own good.

You only left on Monday because you needed to go to work, and even then he dropped you off, lending you a shirt and a sweater so you didn't have to spend the whole day with what you were wearing on Friday night - and so you'd have a reason to see him again, because that was his favorite sweater.

From that day on you were never apart. It took him less than a week to convince you to move to his place, even if you didn't like millions of dogs around - well, they won you later, how could you resist? - and cherished your own space. It didn't matter. You wanted him all for yourself, 24/7, so putting up with all the dogs' barking was such a small price to pay. Plus, the dogs kept you company when he needed to leave on a mission, and one day you woke up to realize that those dogs were everything to you, specially when he was away. They were like little pieces of him, never letting you feel lonely or sad.

Three months later you were married. Yes, it was a surprise when he proposed, and you weren't sure, but he was so happy, so in love, you just couldn't say no. You didn't want to say no. You were scared, but he assured you it'd be fine. You were meant to be. You belonged together. You really did.

But it wasn't long until your insecurities came out. Actually, you had been hiding them since day one, because it was stupid, you had never felt like this. You shouldn't feel like this. But it was Kakashi, and he was your everything. And you understood, you really did. You understood all the girls that were all over him because, well, you were all over him. You are still all over him.

Well, maybe it was a mistake moving together so fast, maybe you should've get to known each other better... Maybe you shouldn't have married right away. Maybe, if you knew he had such a strong fanbase, you would just leave, give them space. But no... Now you had to deal with all the lovely notes in paper hearts, and pictures and cute little presents at your doorstep, specially from 18 year old girls who were once his students or friends with his students. Or basically that just saw him once in their lifetime. And that shouldn't concern you - I mean, were you really threatened by 18 year olds?

Yes. Yes, you were.

They were young, beautiful, those perfect bodies, all that stamina, and they just reached the perfect legal age and who wouldn't want to date a freaking 18 year old? You would dump yourself for a skinny 18 year old. Hell, you would even dump Kakashi for a 18 year old!

No. No, you wouldn't. That was stupid. Not even as a joke is it acceptable. You would never ever! Not even as a joke!

"Hello." He greeted you, kissing the back of your neck.

You took a little jump. That freaking Copy Nin, always so silent. Not even his dogs noticed his presence if he didn't want them to. You continued to scrub the pan because you burnt a fucking tapioca while trying to pretend you didn't care about all of this, and it was so hard to clean it that it would be easier to just throw the pan away and get a new one, probably with a non-stick coating, so you wouldn't have to go throught all this trouble again. But you liked your old pan. In fact, you loved it. You loved it so much that not even the most expensive and fanciest pan in the world could replace it. The freaking Papa could come to your house and give you a new pan saying that that was the only good pan in the world, if you used it you would go straight to Heaven and that it would make heavenly meals, you still would prefer the old one. GOD COULD SHOW UP AND GIVE YOU A PAN HE MADE JUST FOR YOU AND YOU WOULD STILL... Ok, I think you got it. We're not talking about pans.

"Hi." You replied, trying to sound indifferent, as if your heart wasn't burning in your chest.

"Was your day good?"

"Awesome."

"You were having so much fun you forgot your tapioca again?" his mouth was full of what you were able to save from said tapioca. He even ate your tapioca!

"Precisely."

"Good to know."

Scrub, scrub, scrub. Don't think, don't think, don't think. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. Don't yell at him, it's not his fault.

"Is that pink package for me?"

"Well, it's not for me, I don't have any fans."

"I'm your fan."

-- Kakashi, don't even start. - you warned, pointing a finger full of foam at him.

He lick his finger tips, getting the package and opening it.

"Nice, a new wallet. I was needing one." He sounded happy, analysing the new wallet. He was fucking teasing you. He knew what he was doing, yet, he did it anyway.

"What do you mean? I don't take care of you? Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know you needed a new wallet, I thought you old one was just fine, hanging in there through all your shit! And why do you even need a new wallet anyway? You don't even carry your ID or whatever, you don't even carry money! You don't even carry your FUCKING PHONE! I could literally die and you wouldn't know because your phone is NEVER with you! I would have to ask for help to strangers, Kakashi, strangers! I would have to train to dogs to take me to the hospital because you wouldn't answer your phone!"

"They are already trained to take you to the hospital."

"Yeah, well, I'm taking them with me!"

"Ok," he said, tossing the fucking wallet aside "Now tell me what happened."

"YOU, that's what happened! You! You and your stupid fucking huge fanbase of whores!"

"Ok."

"Don't ok me! You know, you should just marry them, marry them all! They'll give you wallets, and masks, and their fucking young and skinny cunts!"

"Yeah, I should."

"And you can all just die or kill each other! With your wallets and bracelets and... You know what?" You tossed the pan on the sink, untying the apron. "I'm out. I'm gonna file the divorce, wait to hear from my lawyers! AND I'M TAKING THE FUCKING DOGS WITH ME!"

"Hey, hey, wait." he called softly, grabbing you by the arm and holding you. "Get it off your system, come on."

"I hate you! I hate you so much! And I hate them! I hope you all choke on these fucking presents and little notes and just have a painfully slow death!" you cried with your head on this chest.

"What else?"

"I hope you have babies who are so sick they won't survive, and then you will kill yourself because you're so sad your children died! And then the whores will kill themselves because you died!"

"Ok."

"No, I don't mean it... I hope the children are happy and healthy, but you and all your whores die because you are all horrible horrible people!"

"And what about the dogs? Do you they die? Even Pakkun? You Pakkun with his cute little paws to die?"

You pushed him with all your strength.

"Shut up! Don't try to be all cute and understanding, I HATE YOU! I'M TAKING THE DOGS!"

"You hate me because I'm... hot? I mean, if I have this huge fanbase I must be hot, right?"

You just couldn't believe your ears. Rage rose through your whole body and you got the now empty plate that was sitting on the table and threw at his head. He easily dodged it. I mean, he's a Jonin, come on.

"FUCK YOU, KAKASHI HATAKE! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU AND ALL YOUR NEXT GENERATIONS UNTIL YOU'RE ALL DEAD AND GONE!"

"I was thinking maybe you could fuck me." he said with a wink.

"Is this all a joke to you? GO TO HELL, HATAKE!"

"I love you, Mrs. Hatake, can I take you to hell with me?" You could hear a smile in his voice, he was having fun and you just couldn't stand it.

-- I HATE YOU!

You marched down to your bedroom grabbing the empty suitcase that was under the bed, getting all of the clothes you could grab in your hands and throwing inside it.

"Damned be the day I met you! I hate you! I hate you!" You kept saying while you threw things inside the suitcase.

It took Kakashi around 10 seconds to show up in the bedroom.

"You forgot that sweater" He pointed out when you were zipping the suitcase.

Your eyes went to the wardrobe, the only sweater there was his. His favorite sweater. The one he lent you 2 days after you met. The one you found out later he had bought two hours before the cold night of the party he met you, with money he found on the street. Because it meant lucky. He was cold, found the money, bought a sweater. Lent the sweater to you, because if he was lucky you would come back, you would see him again. And he was lucky. His favorite sweater. That it was yours now, since you were the only one who wore it, and he didn't need it anymore, since you were all the luck he ever wanted.

Your heart was burning with jealousy and hate and love, and tears were streaming down your face like waterfalls and you didn't know what to feel, and it was all too much.

"It'll look better on them anyway!" You said between hiccups, feeling pathetic and ridiculous.

Kakashi put his arms around you, your head on the crook of his neck, and kicked the suitcase to the ground to sit on the bed, shushing you until you'd stopped screaming and ugly crying.

"I hate you..." You still said after a while, but there was no more strength in your voice.

He kissed your forehead.

"I love you. I love you so much it physically hurts. You are my wife. I love you."

"I hope you choke when you are eating them out and then you all die."

Kakashi let out a delicious laugh to that and it enfuriated you that he had fun when you were suffering.

"You are so cute when you are jealous."

"And you'd be cute dead! I might just cut you into pieces and then eat the pieces so you would never ever leave."

"But I will never ever leave. Even if I'm not in pieces inside you. You need to understand this, woman. You are my wife, my everything. We've been married for years! I don't ever want to be apart from you, ever since the second I first saw you. I love you!"

"I love you too... But I also hate you and all these beautiful perfect girls."

"You are the only beautiful perfect girl I care about."

"Fuck you, stop lying to me."

His lips touched yours while his hand caressed the naked skin of your waist. He knew the battle was over for now, and he won. He always did.

"I may be a little possessive." you whispered, as if it was a secret.

"I've noticed." he whispered back, a playful smile on his lips.

"And a little crazy."

"I love that about you. You are so hot when you're all jealous and possessive."

"Is that why you tease me?" You asked, knowing the answer very well.

"Yes. I love that you love me so much it makes you irrational."

"This shouldn't amuse you, Kashi, it's fucked up. I'm fucked up."

"Everything you do amazes me. I love you. I love you. Forever."

"You won't find it so cute anymore when I have a knife in your stomach because I saw you talking to one of your beautiful fans."

"Good luck trying to stick a knife in my stomach, my love."

"I hate you! I'm not joking! I'm gonna kill you. If I ever EVER see you flirting with another woman I will kill you! I don't care you are a ninja. I'll get one of the dogs to kill you. Or them all!"

"And why are you going to kill me?"

"Because I love you. I love you so much I'm gonna kill you!"

Kakashi laughed again, and it would enfuriate you, but you were calmer now. He had this effect on you. And now that you were calmer you could see how the whole situation was ridiculous.

"That's what I thought" he said, smiling, kissing for hand.

You were wandering your fingers through his uncovered face, memorizing his features with your finger tips. He was so handsome sometimes it looked like a dream that someone like him could exist. It wasn't fair. And to think that you were the only one who saw him with his mask down was crazy. He shared his life with you. He shared everything with you. Even his toothpaste. That alone should be enough to keep you happy and sure of his love, but anxiety and your insecurities just kept getting in the way of your happy ever after. You didn't deserve it. No. Not you. And everyone knew it, that's why they looked twice at you when they saw you with him, and that's why the girls left little presents at your door step, hoping he would eventually wake up and realize what an ugly trainwreck you were. And you feared that day, because it had to come. It had. It's like being sure that the morning will come. You can close all the windows, turn off all the lights and pretend it's still night, but people will eventually realize it's morning. And Kakashi would wake up too. So you're better hold to this little piece of heaven you had while it lasted.

For now he was yours. For now.

"I love you." You just said, sitting in his lap, lips dangerously close to his. "You're mine, I love you. I love you." you kept repeating, hoping it would be enough to make him stay forever.

His hands were firm on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, letting you feel how hard he was, turned on by you being the possessive freak that you are. At least you had this. He was still attracted to you and to your ugly body. But that would go away too.

"Hmm... Now that I think about it I think you need to show me who I belong to, because I think I forgot." He whispered right into your lips, challenging you.

And the challenge was accepted, as it always was. The suitcase on the floor received a few more clothes, yours and his, and you spent the night showing each other just how strong your love was. And he made you feel like the most beautiful and loved woman in the whole wide world.

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Company Policy -JJK

- Pairing: coworker Jungkook x reader

- Genre: established relationship? Sort of

- Rating:18+

- Words: 5k

- Summary: Eight months. Eight months you have regretted breaking off being fuck buddies with your hot coworker. You were so afraid of being caught with him but now that you’ve had time to think, would it really be so bad as long as you could have him all to yourself again? Does he even like you anymore? Has he moved on? All you know is it’s been eight months since you’ve had sex, he’s been all you could think about. Now he’s looking pretty hot at this office party.

- Warnings: pining, explicit content, public sex, they fuck on a coworker’s desk, public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, heavy dirty talk, brief mention of oral sex and a ton of other past sexual acts like thigh riding and hair pulling, kind of jealous tattooed kook, not voyurism but someone else is there at some point, and finally a dash of fluff.

- A/n: This post is a commission for the ARMY for AAPI Justice and Advocacy Event. Please click >here< to find more resources and consider donating to the cause! Thank you so incredibly much to the donor @lcksndkys for donating and commissioning this, you are an absolute angel, I hope you know that. I might’ve gotten a bit carried away and wrote a few thousand more words than planned, but you deserve it.

“Morning,”

“Morning.” Was the greeting between you and Jungkook every morning when you stepped into the elevator, coffee in hand.

That was it, that was all you ever said to each other anymore. His smell always floated around the confined space making your mind flashback to what once was before you quickly pushed it away from your brain.

Neither of you ever said anything about it, it was like it had never even happened and sometimes you wonder if it even had or if your brain had made up everything that had happened eight months ago from your frequent dirty thoughts of your coworker. It felt like a lifetime ago. The familiarity of him, his smell, his smile, his voice along with the cold distance, avoidance to even look at you, and the constant wonder of him having someone else made you a little sick at your stomach.

You had decided to break things off… as if either of you were any more than fuck buddies. You knew that if anyone at work had ever found out about the two of you, you’d most likely both be fired. No banging other employees was a pretty strict policy there and you remembered the two nice ladies that were fired last year for it, you remembered it because your boss had made such an example of it.

You had been more than paranoid when you and Jungkook were boning for a whole month, you both had been so secretive even going as far as to have each other park down the street from your houses when the other came over. It didn’t help that you lived with your sister and didn’t want her to know you were sneaking someone in the house and screwing them. It also didn’t help that his roommate worked there too and didn’t get along at times. It didn’t seem like all the effort to sneak around was worth it at the time, but now you felt like you had a mistake.

As you took your seat behind the reception desk and began to put away your things for the morning, you just kept stealing glimpses of him doing the same at his cubicle. Every morning he would put his black messenger bag under his desk, turn on his computer, and roll the sleeves of his white button-up shirt up to reveal one very tattooed arm. His wavy hair was usually put back into a half ponytail for professionalism and probably so he could see, but there were always strands that managed to escape his hair elastic throughout the day. It was painful mentally at times having a view of him but trying not to look, it was painful knowing he wouldn’t look back at you anymore. You could still feel what it was like when he had glanced at you and smiled at you, your heart sped up at just the thought.

“Ugh why are you always here so early, you leave before I even wake up.” his roommate,Jimin, had walked in, looking great as usual but a bit tired in the face. He was lingering around Jungkook’s desk with his things still in hand.

“I like to be prepared, unlike you.” Jungkook joked back with a smile but you knew it was just more than a joke, Jungkook really didn't care for Jimin, he was a bit too spiteful towards him sometimes.

He had always come in early, you both were typically the first ones here besides the janitor. You had to be, your boss liked you here nice and early to greet everyone as they walked in.

“You coming to the thing tonight? The boss is letting us have booze.” Jimin asked him.

You felt like you really shouldn’t be paying attention to the conversation so you went back to sipping your coffee and getting ready to start the day.

“Hey.”

It nearly scared you to death as you rummaged through your bag under the desk for your chapstick. Your body jolted up to see Jimin leaning one arm on the reception counter.

“What?” you asked in confusion, wondering what he was now doing hanging around you with such a sly smirk.

“Well good morning to you too. Are you going to the party tonight? Boss is having a thing to celebrate meeting our yearly product sales goal.”

“I… haven’t thought about it, why?” you were honest, it didn’t mean anything to you.

“I know we have this policy, but you should think about going with me.” he gave you a wink that made you raise your eyebrows in surprise. “We could come here and have a few drinks and a good time, then we could go back to my place and-”

“How about we don’t? We could just not do that.” you gave him a very fake smile.

Sudden loud coughing erupted through the room making you both look over at the source.

Jungkook was doubled over with his coffee still in his hand.

“You good?” Jimin asked him casually and Jungkook gave a thumbs up to show he was fine, even though his big eyes were slightly teary before holding up his coffee cup to signify he had strangled on his coffee.

“Anyway, if you’re worried about someone saying something about us, you could just come separately and we could just see what happens…”

“I’m not worried because there is no us, Jimin. I’ll come, but let’s not see what happens, and let’s not even speak.”

“Your loss. At least I’ll have Jungkook there with me.” Jimin responded along with a shrug to your savage words before walking away.

You looked over to Jungkook to make sure he hadn’t died because he was no longer choking, you just wanted to make sure he was still breathing but your eyes were met with his. He was giving you this gaze before he raised his eyebrows at you with a slight momentary smirk, it all only lasted less than a split second before he adjusted his black tie and turned back around to face his desk.

How could he be so casual with a look like that at you? How could he be so casual with everything that had happened between you? You had no idea what that look was about but it had your brain so frazzled. It could’ve been nothing, but it was the most interaction you’ve had with him in so long, all it had done was remind you how starved for him you were.

You looked down at your desk feeling your face get a little warm.

Images of that very shirt he was wearing right now, being unbuttoned rapidly with those tattooed fingers in some dark, sketchy hotel room ran through your mind.

“I wish you knew how much I’d go through to be this close to you, to be inside of you.” The memory of his words and hushed voice into your skin gave you goosebumps.

The same man who had said that now sat right over there, not even having tried to flirt with you in the past eight months as you sat here and wondered why you do this to yourself.

Did he still feel that way or had he just meant it at the moment? There were plenty at the moment things that he had said that would flood into your mind just to hurt you when you saw him.

You glanced at him throughout the day as you often did.

You avoided each other on your lunch break, stepping around each other to get to the vending machines in the break room.

You ate at your desk alone while he ate with Jimin in the break room.

Things were the same as they had been, the look he had given you earlier meant nothing, maybe nothing that had happened in the past meant nothing to him too.

Maybe it was all just fun like you both had planned for it to be, if so, why were you still so stuck on it? Why were you stuck on him? You told yourself it was just because he was attractive, the most gorgeous man in the office, but there were just these little things about him you couldn’t get over. The way he stretched and grunted in the morning, you knew the way he liked his coffee, you knew his parents’ names. You had both shared so much of your lives for an entire month almost constantly until you ripped it away from yourself so stupidly. You had both agreed to delete each other’s numbers, but the truth was, you still kept his name in your phone with little hearts by his name. You needed this to end, you needed to stop being so hung up on him because he wasn’t with you. You decided to go to this thing tonight and at least hope for some answers, if you failed to get any you would do your best to stop thinking about him.

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You had talked yourself out of this more than five times already, but you had gotten dressed and ready and made the drive over.

You now sat in the office parking lot just picking lint off of your black dress, not looking forward to how awkward this might be. In your years of working there, you had mostly just kept to yourself… until the thing with Jungkook happened.

“Are you nervous? You look nervous” he gave you a little smile from across the table from the coffee shop. He had asked you to get coffee after work and he could see right through you

“A little.” You had admitted.

“Don’t be shy, it’s just me. It’s just Jungkook, we work together every day.”

“Don’t be nervous.” You found yourself saying out loud to yourself as you gazed out your windshield at the building. “I shouldn’t be. I work with him every day and nothings going to happen anyway.” You hurt yourself a little with the last part. You put a lot more care into how you looked tonight than you wanted to admit.

“It’s just a stupid office party,” you grumbled to yourself before unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, if it was horrible or boring then you could just go home.

-----

You didn’t know what you had expected, but it wasn’t this. You had followed the signs to the floor that had held a large meeting room, but it didn’t look like a meeting room now.

It was just a room full of people with a snack table and alcohol. The room was dimmed but there were some cheap party effects lighting things happening. People were laughing and talking over some pop music that wasn’t eardrum-bustlingly loud but you still had to strain to hear over. You spotted a lot of coworkers you saw every day, more that you didn’t know from different departments though. You kind of just went and stood by a wall with your eyes searching faces, not stopping too long on any just in case they might think you were staring at them. Before you had left you wondered if you had been too dressed up, but now you were glad for your little black dress as you saw what the others were wearing. Everyone looked so nice and not at all what you were used to them wearing.

While your eyes were going over who was talking to who, you found him.

In the corner of the room on the opposite end, talking to some girl you had only seen a handful of times. She was touching her hair and smiling at him. He looked so dressed down in his ripped black jeans and a black t-shirt. His tattoos were freed as you had always liked seeing and his hair wasn’t being held back. You had seen him like this multiple times, but had anyone else? He had always looked so good like this, so himself.

Just seeing his hair down reminded you of all the times you had grabbed at it while moaning his name. Seeing him in those black ripped jeans reminded you of all the times he has made you ride his chiseled, hard thighs until you came multiple times.

You felt like you had been kicked in the heart as your brain went back to the present moment and saw her placing a hand on his shoulder.

He laughed at something she had said but took a step back out of her grasp smoothly before giving her a small wave. A few more words were exchanged before she apprehensively walked away from him, heaving him alone to stand at the wall on the other side of the room.

Your eyes darted away from him and over to the snack and drink table, you weren’t planning on getting any, but you wanted to make it look that way.

You felt nervous, he looked good and at least one other person had noticed. You told yourself that the lady who had just spoken to him didn’t know him as you did, she probably just saw a hot guy dressed in black with tattoos… just like you had when you both had started whatever happened. He was more than all of that, to you especially now after you had a lot of time to think about it all.

Although you didn’t want your eyes to, they had darted to him for a split second to see he had his phone out… until he looked up from it at you.

He had seen you, he had seen you looking at him from across the room, but he didn’t react. Instead, his eyes went back down to his phone, and yours went back to the table.

Your phone buzzed in your bag and you decided to fish it out thinking it could help you look busy.

“Hey, it’s Jungkook. I see you :)”

Your heart nearly jumped out of your mouth as you read the text.

He hadn’t deleted your number just like you hadn’t his.

You felt his eyes watching you but you didn’t look up. He was waiting for your reply, but you just stood there dumbfounded that he had just sent you a text from across the room.

“I know.” you had nervously typed different versions of this reply over and over only to erase each time before settling on the most simple reply.

“You look good.” it had taken him no time to reply in comparison to you. You stood there in shock and lost as to what to say to him. You were taking too long because he sent a second text.

“I know that dress. I remember it.”

You had been hoping he would. You had worn this dress on the first night you both had ever done anything. You made out in his car after your coffee date. He had just kept telling you how pretty you looked even with his hand in your underwear. It was hard to resist him from even the first date, you had no idea how you had made it eight months now.

“You look nice too, you always have.” You typed and sent it quickly before you could change your mind.

You watched him run his inked fingers through his hair as he read the text. You could swear you saw a flash of a smile on his face before his thumbs went to work on his phone.

“I miss you.” Popped up on your screen.

Part of you felt like crying a little. You felt his eyes on you once again and you looked up away from your phone to see that your feeling had been correct. You were sure your mouth was open as you locked eyes from across the room. Your phone vibrated again in your hand.

“We should talk.”

“Hey, gorgeous!” Jimin stepped in front of you making you lock your phone. “I know you said let’s not talk but-“

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“How could I not? You’re the prettiest one here.” He smirked but you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes.

“Oh hey! I’ve been looking for you!” Jungkook now walked up with a smile at you. “You found her for me and didn’t even know I was looking, thanks, man.” Jungkook seemed to be thanking an equally confused as you Jimin.

“Sorry to bother you about work stuff at a party, but I forgot to earlier. I need the contact info to a client I’ve been working on to sell more products to. It’s wild, it’s like I went to the bathroom one day and the info to this big buyer just kinda… disappeared I guess. So weird, almost like someone has it out for me.” Jungkook gave the fakest joking laugh you had ever seen and Jimin looked a bit wide-eyed. “Anyway, You’re the receptionist so I know you have the contact info for everyone anyway so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out and get it for me? It’s kind of really important and I need it ASAP. Already asked the boss and he said it was cool.”

Jimin had just kind of slinked off silently, but you knew what Jungkook was doing.

“Yeah, Uh of course.” You nodded.

He tilted his head in the direction of the door before you followed him out.

He led you towards the elevator in absolute silence and even as he pushed the button for the floor you both worked on he said nothing.

You were beginning to think he was wanting your help. And then you thought about it more in the silent ride and you felt so stupid. Of course he was wanting your help, he had never said he actually didn’t, not even when Jimin had walked away.

“I can’t believe that asshole sabotaged me like that. My roommate sabotaged my sale.” He mumbled before scoffing as the elevator door opened.

“I-I’ll help.” You said but he passed right by your desk.

“I’m glad you said that.” He replied as he walked over to Jimin’s cubicle.

“What are we doing?” You finally asked.

“Depends…” he raised an eyebrow as he looked back at you. “What do you want me to do?”

You swallowed the lump of nervousness in your throat to speak as you looked into his mischievous-looking dark eyes.

“Whatever you want I guess.”

He lifted you in almost an instant and sat you on Jimin’s desk.

“You know he’s always liked you, right? He would tell on us if he ever found out. You were willing to risk it, right here right now?” He dared.

Instead of speaking you grabbed a fist full of his t-shirt and tugged him down until his lips met yours.

God did you want it. You have wanted for eight long months. You were willing to risk everything after so long without his lips on yours.

You were still nervous but his kiss brought it all back for you and how natural it felt.

“Fuck me.” You pleaded against his lips.

“You need it? Tell me you need it.” His lips moved to your neck as he ran a hand through the back of your hair.

“Ah, fuck I need it. I haven’t fucked anyone since you.” It slipped out of your mouth and got a second your body went rigid.

“Me neither.” He nipped at your neck.

The second thing he had done tonight that had stunned you.

“Wait.” You stopped him and he backed up to look at you.

“I missed you too. Not just… not just this, I missed you. I don’t know if you feel the same but-“

“What did you think I meant by I missed you? I didn’t just mean the sex or your body. I meant you as a person.”

“I-why didn’t you just say?” You wondered out loud.

He dropped to the floor on his knees between your legs.

“Cause you dumped me.” He let out a snort “you told me to delete your number, which surprise, I didn’t. You wouldn’t look at me. Plus this went two ways you know. You didn’t contact me either.” He stated as he looked up at you while ghosting his fingers over the skin of your thighs as he spoke.

“I dumped you?” You were surprised by this news. You know neither of you had had the relationship talk before.

“I mean, I like to think we were together.”

“Then we should be again,” you decided. You were tired of wanting him and not having him and something told you that he felt the same.

“I think so too,” he whispered, inching his lips closer and closer to yours before smashing into them.

His hands squeezed at the meat of your thighs before trailing them up the sides, up under your skirt, and hooking them in your panties. Your tongues whipped together in each other’s mouths. You managed to move so that he could get your panties down, but he only pulled them to your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, so close you thought you might fall off if he wasn’t right there between your legs.

His fingers now slowly ran from your inner thighs to your folds. As soon as he touched you, you unlocked your lips from his and let out a shaky breathed whine.

“I can tell you missed me. You're so wet for me,” he whispered so quietly just for you to hear even though no one else was in the room.

You did your best to stay quiet as his fingers teasingly and slowly ran over your clit and back down to your cunt.

He lifted his slick fingers to his mouth and you watched with a slightly open mouth as he let them slide past his lips and then out of his mouth altogether, coming out more glossy from his spit.

“I missed the way you taste”

His even more wet fingers that now teased at your pussy were making you want to grab his hand and force it to do something more. You were practically shaking under even the slightest of his touches. You were nervous for someone to walk in at any given moment and all he was doing was drawing things out and letting his fingers kill precious time playing in your folds.

“I'd love to make you cum right now with my mouth” he pressed a kiss onto your neck where his face had been camping out while his fingers tortured you. “But I know how that makes you scream and we have to be very…” another kiss to your neck “very” his fingers finally slowly slipped into your cunt “very quiet.” his whispers tapered off to quieter and quieter, so much so that your shaking breaths felt loud between the both of you.

You were doing your best not to break out into full-blown moans so that maybe if someone walked in you could play it off as just talking or something else, as long as no one heard your moans on the way up the both of you could have time to look normal.

His fingers curled inside of you with his palm grinding down onto your clit slowly.

“Oh God.” you breathed not knowing how you were supposed to survive this. He was all you wanted for months upon months and now that you had him here, tattooed hand knuckle deep in your pussy, his lips on your skin saying nothing but filth, you felt like you couldn't even let go as much as you wanted to, but you were trying.

His hand sped up its movements as you could feel how hard he was now in his jeans against the inside of your thigh.

Your lips squeezed together but it couldn’t stop the small whimpers he forced out of you. You could hear him breathing in your ear along with the wet sounds of your pussy. You were close but so scared. Doing this out in the open was such a thrill but it also made you paranoid.

“Cum for me. I hear the way you’re whining, you’re so close I know it. Just cum for me. Cum around my fingers, no one will know.”

You couldn’t stop it now.

You grabbed a hold of his shirt and forced his chest harder against yours, you wanted him closer, impossibly close as you came undone, clenching around his fingers rhythmically as each wave of pleasure pulsed through your body.

He let out a little moan at the sound and feel of you coming.

“I missed that too.” He whispered to himself before pulling his fingers out of you slowly.

He reached between you and you felt him quickly yet nervously fiddling with his button and zipper with his hand that wasn’t soaked in your wetness.

He made a show about taking his thick, veiny cock out of his pants and rubbing your juices from his hand over it.

In seconds he was back in your ear.

“Can I fuck your brains out?” The whisper was soft, his voice was sweet but the words themselves were as hard as his dick he still stroked in his hand.

“You're always allowed brains out.” You whispered back “just do it.”

You felt his head run over your folds teasingly as he continued to play with you and himself.

“Do you still think about me fucking your brains out?” He asked. You could hear how much wetness had spread from you to his cock with each pump of his hand.

“Every time I need to get off.” You admitted. “So give it to me so I don’t have to keep wishing anymore.”

He pushed into you slowly, letting out a deep sigh and throwing his head back for a moment so you could see his perfectly sculpted throat.

You missed how full he made you feel while he was inside of you.

He pulled out almost entirely, the head of his cock was the only thing left inside of you, pushing on your g-spot before the thrust back in hard. This was the way he fucked, pulling out almost entirely so his head hit where you needed it. You had experienced guys that just flopped around, but he knew you, he knew your body, he paid attention, he had a very special handcrafted way to get you off over and over until you were shaking.

One of his hands grabbed your hip while the other went to your clit to play with using his thumb.

“You miss this, baby?” You miss my dick between your legs?” His lips brushed with your parted and panting ones as he spoke.

You let out a whimper as you focused on your second orgasm, his hips were not letting up and neither was his lips that whispered pure filth.

“Want me to cum inside of you, make you not want to forget me and who you belong to? Right here on Jimin's desk.”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you clutched at the fabric of his shirt as you were once again thrown into pure pleasure.

You couldn’t help it this time. The way he touched you, the way he felt inside of you, his grunts and words were all too much.

“Please, fucking cum inside of me, I want it all fuck you feel so good.” You cried out way too loudly.

“Oh my god, fuck.” He breathed through pants as his hips pounded into yours. You felt him release inside of you. Your walls clenched around him upon hearing his long deep guttural moan.

“I haven’t cum like that in…” he panted before letting out a little chortle of laughter “well in eight months.”

“So,” there was a loud voice in the room making your heads turn and your stomach’s sink. “You fucked on my desk.” Jimin looked beyond angry as he sat in an office chair across the room with his phone in his hand, pointing it at the both of you. You had no idea when or how he had come in, but you knew you were both beyond physically fucked.

Jungkook had already scrambled to pull out of you and zip his pants back up as you jumped off the desk, pulled your underwear up, and smoothed out your dress.

“That's fine, I have you both on video. I really liked you y/n. Jungkook, Looks like I’m moving out.” he stood from the chair and headed towards the direction of the elevator. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to speak to our boss about this. He probably won't be too happy to see you two are breaking company policy.”

“Fuck company policy and fuck you! You were an awful friend, roommate and you've always been jealous of me!” Jungkook yelled at him back.

“Not anymore, jobless.” Jimin turned back to give Jungkook a smirk before he stepped into the elevator.

With that, you were both just left there.

“I… I am so so sorry…” Jungkook began apologetically and just as stunned as you were.

“Don’t be, we’re too good for this job anyway, we can find new ones. It looks like you need a new roommate now though.”

You watched his face as a small smile grew on it.

“Yeah, looking for someone prettier and nicer, maybe someone willing to be my girlfriend? I don't know though, I don’t want to make too many demands.”

“Well I could meet all of those demands.” you played along. “We won't have to sneak around anymore.”

“Yes, please, yes. I uh- don't want to ruin the cute moment, but I think we should get out of here before Jimin brings the boss up.”

“Oh fuck, right. Uhh, we should probably just never come back too. Let’s just grab our stuff from our desks and make a run for it.”

“Let's go. You know, this is simultaneously the best, worst, most exciting, and most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me,” he said and you couldn't help but laugh and agree.

Maybe the both of you had made a big mistake, but perhaps there could be good that came from it. You had him back and honestly you didn’t feel too bad about trading your dumb job with its dumb company policy for him.

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sky-berrie · 3 years ago

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How would the batboys react to a female SO with Paranoid Personality Disorder?

Hi there!

Thanks so much for the ask. I hope this is okay :)

-Sky

Bruce

As a person living with paranoid personality disorder, you might be terrified that people are out to harm you. Your place of residence, Gotham city, does nothing but exacerbate your paranoid thought patterns, since criminals run rampant through the streets. It’s hard to distinguish between paranoid thoughts and substantiated concerns. Is that sketchy person with the full face covering one of Black Mask’s False Face Society members sent to abduct you, or are they just a conscientious citizen taking extra precautions to avoid contracting or transmitting the COVID virus? Being in a state of constant fear prevents you from living your life to the fullest. Luckily, your S/O happens to be Batman in his free time.

Bruce eases your mind just with his presence. He’s probably the smartest, strongest, and most resourceful person you know and being with him makes you feel safe. Bruce is the kind of person who you’d blindly listen to during an emergency – if he told you to jump out of a burning plane, you’d do it without a second thought because he’s never let you down in the past and you’re confident that he never will in the future. If you’re feeling fearful in public, Bruce will grab your hand or put an arm around you securely and soothingly whisper in your ear that he’s right here and there’s nothing to worry about. Having paranoid thoughts means that it’s difficult to reason with you, so you probably aren’t convinced that there is no threat, but you do experience some relief from his soft touch and gentle words. He’ll ask if you want to leave and he’ll take you to your safe space. If you’re feeling fearful in private, Bruce will hold you close and rub your back to reduce your anxiety. If you’re by yourself and start to have those racing, panicked paranoid thoughts, you can always call Bruce. He’ll drop whatever he is doing and come take care of you.

Bruce will teach you self defense to help you feel more comfortable around people. He won’t arm you with any dangerous weapons because he doesn’t want an innocent person to get hurt if you get spooked. Bruce will ask if you want to move into the manor since it has strong security and comes with several vigilantes. If you would rather stay at your own place, Bruce will install a variety of safety systems to make you feel protected. He’ll even spend most nights at your place so you can sleep peacefully. Overall, Bruce is like your lifeline. He’ll know just what to do to help you through your difficult thoughts.

Dick

Dick is a social butterfly who’s had his fair share of romantic partners in the past so it’s natural for you to feel jealous when he spends time with other people. Dick will adamantly declare that he’s with you and only you. At first you might try to ignore the prickly feeling of jealousy because you don’t want to come off as a possessive S/O, but the clues accumulate and suggest that he’s cheating on you. For example, he’ll rarely spend the night with you. You’ll catch him sneaking into bed at ungodly hours of the morning. When confronted, he’ll make up an excuse that he just went to get a drink of water or use the bathroom. You’ll spot bruises scattered over his chest knowing you definitely did not leave those there. He’ll play it off as a gym injury.

When you raise your suspicions, Dick is hesitant to explain. You take this as confirmation of infidelity and you’re ready to walk out. At that point, he has no choice but to come clean about his secret identity as Nightwing. That sounds farfetched and you likely think he’s a pathological liar. Finally, Dick proves it to you and explains that he didn’t want you to be dragged into his dangerous nightlife. While you accept that as the truth, you’ll always wonder if he’s hiding more secrets. Furthermore, you’re probably pissed that he was gaslighting you. Dick will do everything he can to make it up to you. He’ll apologize profusely and in extravagant ways, be more transparent, and shower you with excessive love and affection. It might take a long time, but eventually Dick will worm his way back into your good graces.

It doesn’t take long for the green-eyed monster to rear its’ ugly head again. Now that you’re in the know, you’re hyperaware of the attractive vigilantes that Dick works with and it’s emotionally draining to be jealous all the time. You don’t want to be the type of person who tries to control their partner’s life, but when the suffering becomes too much to bear, you might ask him to stop seeing certain people. Dick will calmly assure you that there isn’t anything going on with any of his vigilante friends. If that doesn’t appease you, he’ll suggest that you hang out with the team and get to know them. He hopes that you’ll see that there aren’t any romantic feelings between them. Whatever you do, please don’t force him to choose between you and his hero life. It will tear him apart.

Jason

Trust is very important to Jason. He doesn’t trust many people as it is and needs a S/O who he can trust wholeheartedly and who will trust him in return. He believes that this relationship will fail if you don’t have confidence in each other. He’ll take it personally if you distrust him. Jason will get defensive and frustrated if you accuse him of being unfaithful, especially if you don’t have a shred of evidence to support your claims. He’ll be offended and deeply hurt that you think so negatively of him but once he’s had some time to cool off, he’ll be able to process everything more objectively. He’ll accept that you can’t control the way you feel. You’d explained it to him once that you do trust him, but there’s a separate voice in your head that tells you otherwise. Jason won’t give up on you though. He’ll come up with a proposition - he’ll agree to install a tracking app on his phone so you can monitor his whereabouts if you’ll promise to work on learning to trust him, whether it be via professional psychotherapy or reading self-help books.

On the other hand, if Jason is one of the only people you trust, he’ll be elated to know that you two have built such a strong connection. It’ll be easy to confide in him because he’ll gladly listen to your worried thoughts with no judgement. At first, he’ll reassure you that nothing bad is going to happen to you – he’s Red Hood and nobody is going to pull anything on you if they value their life. Eventually he’ll realize that trying to reason with you isn’t helpful so he’ll stick to active listening when you’re experiencing paranoid thoughts.

However, if Jason is fresh out of the pit and emotionally unstable, you two will probably bond over your mutual distrust and cynicism about the world. Although you and Jason will get along exceptionally well, it’s possible that your irrational thoughts may feed each other’s paranoia and exacerbate the feelings of mistrust and suspicion. If you find yourself unable to let things go, feel free to vent away when you’re with Jason. He is the king of holding grudges, so he’ll probably support you and even join in on trash talking that person with you when you’re angry. Learning to forgive and forget is something you and Jason can work on together. In a way, it brings you two closer together since you understand each other on a level that others can’t begin to comprehend.

Tim

Tim very compassionate and patient; however, he’s afraid of triggering you so he’s often walking on eggshells around you. He just wants to be the perfect supportive S/O for you and doesn’t want to mess up the relationship. His worst offense (in your eyes) is using ambiguous language that lends to multiple interpretations. For example, he might innocently compliment your clothes/hair/makeup and you might assume that he only likes you for your appearance or that he’s implying that you’re vain for wanting to look nice. The moment you shoot him daggers, he’s realized his mistake and starts to furiously backpedal. He tries to explain himself, but he usually ends up digging himself a deeper hole. Eventually, he gets better at expressing his thoughts carefully so that they can’t be misconstrued.

Tim diligently tries to learn your other triggers and how to help. When you’re stuck in a cycle of paranoid thoughts, Tim will get you to focus on what’s real instead of trying to make you see sense. He’ll help you relax by walking you through breathing exercises, playing soothing music, or whatever strategies you find helpful.

Tim isn’t proud of this, but he’s resorted to deceiving you when necessary. For instance, if you’re experiencing paranoid thought patterns and want to be alone, Tim will hesitantly leave, but he’ll probably secretly monitor you only because he’s worried about your safety. If you’re afraid that others are reading your mind, he might pretend that he invented an anti-mindreading helmet to ease your suspicions. He knows you would feel betrayed if you ever found out about his dishonesty, but he reasons that your safety and comfort are more important in the moment.

Damian

Arguments with Damian are brutal. No matter how insignificant the disagreement is, Damian refuses to back down when he believes he’s right. Paired with your own stubbornness and contentiousness, these quarrels generally result in an impasse. Eventually your anger subsides and the depression sinks in. You might assume that Damian doesn’t love you anymore and that fight was the end of your relationship. Maybe you start packing your belongings to move out right away. Damian comes up behind you and asks what you’re doing. When you tell him that you’re leaving because he doesn’t want you anymore, he’s instantly remorseful. He takes your bags out of your hands and proceeds to pull you in close as he tells you how much he loves you. He assures you that two people can disagree and still love each other.

Damian doesn’t want to argue with you and he certainly doesn’t want to see you upset so he’ll always excuse himself before the argument becomes too heated. He hopes that some time apart will allow you both to calm down and come to a compromise, but it’s never that simple. Most of the time, you’ll need a third-party mediator, like a therapist, to resolve your dispute. The act of seeking out a therapist will be a huge accomplishment for your relationship. Damian likes his privacy and doesn’t want someone else in his business and you might be afraid to share intimate information with a stranger in fear that it will be used against you. Nevertheless, you both want to make this relationship work, so you’ll continue to seek help.

Damian has a habit of being blunt. He doesn’t mean to criticize or insult you – in his mind, he is only stating the facts or his opinion for the purpose of helping you improve. Despite his goodhearted intentions, it’s easy for you to take his comments the wrong way and perceive it as a personal attack. If he sees that his remarks have upset you, he’ll acknowledge all the positive aspects of your performance. Still, you might cling to the disparaging comments and ignore the praise. Going forward, Damian will try to be more encouraging and constructive and will only express feedback if you invite him to do so.

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amiedala · 4 years ago

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Something More (the mandalorian x reader)

CHAPTER 2: Not Leaving You Here

Rated: Explicit (not this chapter, but future chapters will be)

Warnings: descriptions of violence, violence, there’s an interaction between the reader and a threatening man but it’s not that in depth and it ends quickly (but if that will trigger you PLEASE skip over it!! <3), descriptions that are sexual in nature

Summary: “You’re not fending for yourself on Corellia,” he says, and it’s abrupt. He turns back around, and you swallow a few mouthfuls of air because what are you supposed to say to that?

“I’m a big girl,” you chance, leaning forward, ever so slightly. “I can handle myself.”

“I’m not leaving you here,” he counters, and you fall silent. Okay, then. Your heart does a backflip in your chest. He’s not leaving you here. From the way he’s refused to let you leave the Razor Crest on the last few locations in sketchy places, you have a sneaking suspicion he’s gotten accustomed to your presence, and maybe even that he doesn’t want you to get hurt. It sings in your chest. Either that, or you’ve unknowingly been kidnapped for the better part of the month, but, if you were being honest with that deep down adrenaline rush that follows him around, you don’t even care.

It takes three weeks, a shady bounty on Bespin, and a mistake on your part of epic proportions, but you finally get the Mandalorian to talk to you more than in passing. He’s a man of few words, this much you figured when he first took you aboard, but it is intimidating how much silence he lives in. You aren’t used to the quiet. Even when you flew through the stars yourself your commlink was always on, or you’d fiddle around with the dials until you found a station from the closest planet that could croon to you as you flew. Back on Yavin, you shared quarters with other families and other rebels when your parents left on missions, and even in their death, you would curl up with friendly faces or droids whenever you went to sleep. You liked noise. Noise was human. Noise made you feel real.

If the Mandalorian didn’t have a death wish for every single droid he came across, you might have made the joke that he was one himself. He’s robotic, systemic in his silence. He only ever seems to speak when he tells you to move out of the way or how long he’ll be gone when he goes to collect his bounties, leaving you in charge of the kid until he returns.

You have literally zero idea why you’re still here. Still, though, there’s something pulsing in you whenever you talk to him, think about him. There’s something thrumming at the same frequency that you’re tuned into simmering under all that beskar, you can feel it. You want to ask him if he feels it too, that low humming in his chest when you’re alone together, if you could ever figure out how to broach the subject. The first planet you touched down on after leaving Nevarro’s molten surface was Corellia. You had asked, quite begrudgingly, if this is where you got off, where he left you.

The question seemed to evaporate in midair. You were both in the cockpit, him in the pilot’s seat, you a few feet behind him. The baby was sleeping in his crib, the floating egg hovering somewhere down the ladder. It was so quiet there. You weren’t even sure, for what felt like full minutes, if he had heard you, and you were about to ask him again when he slowly turned in his seat, the visor fixing on your face.

His legs were splayed open. His lap was so big. You gulped, trying to slow down your heartbeat as he surveyed you, completely unyielding in his quiet.

“No.”

Your eyes narrow. “I can—I’ve been in worse places, before, it’s okay, I can work my way off Corellia. I know you have bounties to collect, and I know this was just supposed to be my ride off Nevarro—”

“You’re not fending for yourself on Corellia,” he says, and it’s abrupt. He turns back around, and you swallow a few mouthfuls of air because what are you supposed to say to that?

“I’m a big girl,” you chance, leaning forward, ever so slightly. “I can handle myself.”

You’ve seen most of the Outer Rim before, and you had gone to a handful of planets away from your initial home on Yavin, but this kind of exploration feels different. It’s wandering and collecting. You missed the feeling of being in the sky without having to trade it for shady deals to earn your keep, and sometimes the Mandalorian will let you drive. Only when he’s exhausted, or when you have a long way to go, but still. Sometimes. Most of all, though, you think he’s relieved that he trusts you enough with the baby and the ship when he’s gone. It’s a silent agreement. You didn’t realize being a glorified babysitter could ever be so fun. You love the little guy, the way he coos when he sees you, how his big eyes glow whenever the Mandalorian is around. Keeping inanimate objects—and frogs—out of his big mouth is a job in it of itself, sometimes, but you don’t mind.

If nothing else, it’s a nice vacation, planet-hopping and watching the Mandalorian’s kid. You have no idea what he looks like under the armor—you heard stories of one that fell into a Sarlacc pit on Tatooine from your parents’ friends in the alliance, but that was it—but you know he’s supposed to scare you. Intimidate you, at the very least. He makes that easy, sometimes, to dwindle hours down just trying to guess what’s happening in his head under the helmet. One time, you nearly fried your hand on a rogue wire, and he pulled your wrist so hard out of the flame that you spun around 180 degrees, the wind knocked out of you.

“You need to be more careful,” is all he says, but his grip lingered. Just for a second too long, but enough to make his reprimand deeper, more meaningful. And then you wonder, am I doing it again? Making something out of absolutely nothing? Still, it lives in your head, his tone, his voice, the way he grits out the words. It pops into your head when you’re alone at night, sometimes, when your mind is wandering to someplace filthy and you’ve let yourself count how many months it’s been since anyone but yourself has touched you.

And then Bespin happens. It comes out of nowhere. You’ve come accustomed to the creatures that the Mandalorian brings aboard, the way that he tolerates their presence until they get too chatty, or try to spark up a fight, and then blasts them with a hiss of gas that captures their entire bodies in carbonite until he can return them to the Guild. You’ve gone back to Nevarro twice since you left it, where the Mandalorian collects more bounty pucks and informs you where you’re headed off to next. You still have no idea why you’re here, why he’s refused to let you walk out on him or the kid, other than maybe playing babysitter is a necessity for him. But that begs the question of what he did before you were on board; before he ever met you. He doesn’t like you asking questions. He doesn’t seem to like talking, just treats it as an annoying necessity, so you’ve long given up on filling the space with noise, as much as you miss it. When he leaves, though, you crank whatever music is playing on the local stations up to the max. You play old cantina love songs for the kid, grabbing the little green baby and swinging him around the ship’s interior, putting him on your jutted hip as you swirl around the cargo hold, murmuring the songs to him like your mother used to do with you. It hurts somewhere deep down inside, the ache that your parents’ death left, something you learned how to ignore long before you met the Mandalorian or the baby, but something about them both dredges it up in you.

As unsure as your presence is here, though, there’s something even in this tin can ship that feels warm. You can feel it even in the silence, even when no one’s talking. It’s crept up on you, and you’ve stopped asking where your ride stops. The Mandalorian is in no hurry to kick you out it seems, and he’d tell you whenever your contract, whatever that meant, ended. So, you whirl around, hair falling loose around your face, too long and spiraling out from your braid. You’re so engaged in your opera to the baby that you don’t even notice the hiss of the doors as the plank disengages from the Crest. You have your hand in a faux microphone, belting out notes from a song that doesn’t even have words to get the baby to do his squeal and giggle, the noise equal parts air and glee, and you don’t notice that there’s someone entering the ship who is very much not the Mandalorian until it’s too late.

You freeze. The figure in front of you is tall, much taller than you, with a grimace on his face and something rough and scarily alight in his eyes. He reminds you of the one that tried to pick you up on Nevarro, and that alone makes your tummy flip backwards. The gangplank starts to hiss and crawl back in towards the ship, and you pop the baby up closer to your chest, so your good hand is free.

“This isn’t your ship.”

The man grins, and you scowl back at him. You still don’t have a blaster, which makes you feel utterly useless, but you can fight. You learned how to hit and evade, both in piloting and in combat, and the baby’s egg is right behind you—if you tried, you could probably hold him off. Probably.

“It could be,” he sneers, and you pull the baby’s head closer to your chest.

“I don’t think so.”

“What is a girl like you doing here, sunshine?” His voice is so deep. It vibrates as more words fall out, and that alone scares you.

“Visiting a friend.” Another lie. One that probably won’t even deter him. It’s time to go into fight mode. You glance to your right, where the baby’s cradle is waiting, mouth open. Okay. You could swing him into it with one arm and move forward into a punch if you needed to. You place the baby in the cradle, giving him a look. He shuts it as soon as he’s in it, and you push it back into the corner. “You don’t want to meet him.”

“Maybe I do.”

Your eyes flick away from his, just a second, to survey what weapons he’s packing. It looks like a sword on his back, and maybe a knife strapped to his thigh. It’s a mistake: he takes your falter as an opportunity to move forward and advance towards you.

“Don’t touch me,” you manage, as a large, meaty palm moves forward. A quiver breaks your voice down the middle. Okay, you’ve gauged the situation. The baby is safe in his egg. You can evade this guy’s grip long enough to force him into the corner, and you can hit the release of carbonite. You can do this.

He’s big, though. You knock his palm out of your proximity, but he’s still coming. You try to duck him—stupidly, it was way too predictable, and his forearm slams into your stomach and knocks the wind out of you. Something desperate clenches inside you—the Mandalorian has only been gone for an hour, and he usually doesn’t return with the bounty until at least three. You have to defend yourself, and the baby, because no one’s coming to the rescue. On the ground, you groan, locking eyes with the armory on the other side of the ship. You could potentially slide through his legs and open the hatch—but then you both have weapons within reach, and you don’t trust yourself to get there in time.

Your chest hurts. He’s looking down at you, now, leering, and you get up, shoving off the heels of your hands like you did on Nevarro. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt the weight of being a relatively small woman traveling alone, especially since you’ve sort of joined the crew of the Razor Crest, and you forgot how dangerous the galaxy can be when you’re not in the pilot’s seat and you’re without your gun.

“Relax,” the man says, and you clench your jaw down. “You can come with me, sweetheart.” You know he wants to hurt you. You can sense it, in the way his eyes are set, in the way he’s leaning towards you. You don’t want to give him the chance, but you don’t know what else to do.

“I’m fine, thanks,” you manage, trying to step forward and not get boxed into the corner, but he takes the full weight of his palm and slams into you again, and you fly into the nook near where the Mandalorian sleeps. He’s got you fucking pinned, now. He’s moving forward, and the same giant hand lunges out in front of his hulking exterior, and then his hand is clenched against your throat and you’re being picked up off the floor, your feet kicking at nothing.

“Let go,” you manage, using your fist to try and knock at something on his giant body. “Let go,” you repeat, strained, “I’ll come with you—please, just let me go, please—”

The giant hand around your neck suddenly goes limp, and you think for a second that your sore excuse for a bargain maybe worked, until you feel blood dripping down your shirt and the man’s eyes go lifeless. Your ears stop ringing as your legs touch the floor, and your knees buckle as you gasp for air. There’s a body on the ground, blue blood pooling out all over the floor of the Crest, and the Mandalorian is standing at the entrance.

“Are you okay?” His voice is quick, deep, low. You don’t even register he’s talking to you, at first. “Hey. Hey.” You realize, stupidly, that his hands are on you, hovering around your midriff. His gloved fingers are wrapped nearly entirely around the circumference of your waist, but he’s so hesitant with his touching. “Where are you hurt?”

You stare down at the man, clearly dead, leeching blood all over the floor. There’s a knife the size of your leg piercing him straight through—his knife, you realize, the sword on his back that the Mandalorian stabbed him clean through with. “He’s dead.”

“I don’t care about him.” The Mandalorian’s voice is terse, still low and desperate. It takes a minute, but you finally look up at him, register that his hands are supporting you, and slump into them. “Hey. Did you get cut at all? Where did he—what happened?”

“Is that the bounty?”

“What—no, no, the bounty wasn’t here. I was coming back when I saw this one in front of the ship. Where did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” you manage, and the Mandalorian’s left hand moves from your back up to cradle your face. No, he’s not cradling your face, you realize, he’s cupping it, puckering your lips out with his grip. He’s looking at you, seeing if your eyes are unfocused, if you lost your consciousness. “He only knocked me around a bit. I’m fine.”

“That was close.”

You nod. It was. “It was,” you echo, and then your stomach clenches and you let out a low, deep groan. “I made a miscalculation—an overestimation in my own evasion skills, really, but I miscalculated how fast his arms were in comparison to my fight or flight reflexes. I’m fine—”

“Don’t lie to me. Where did he hurt you?”

This time, you gesture to your midriff, wincing as the Mandalorian moves his hand over your abdomen. “Ow,” you say pointedly, and he sighs, pulling you gently to the floor.

“Stay here,” he commands, and you have nowhere else to go, so you obey, still gasping for air. He drags the dead body back down the gangplank, giving the guy a kick or two before he pulls the door back up. He shakes his hand free of the slick of blue blood, walks over to the baby’s cradle, and inspects him for any damage before he makes his way back over to you. “Stay still.”

“Do you see me moving?” you ask, and it’s meant to be a joke, but he sighs, and suddenly, his hands are moving back towards your belly. Even through the gloves, you can feel how strong his hands are, how big they are in comparison to your torso. You gulp in air, your injured stomach doing backflips that aren’t helping the ache, but he’s right there, touching you, and it’s such a stark contrast to the way he’s acted around you that it’s intoxicating. Your heart catches in your chest.

“Lift this,” he says, but hesitates long enough for you to pull your shirt up yourself, and the intention of the gesture after nearly getting choked out by the thug a few minutes prior makes your eyes spark with tears. “You don’t look like you’re bleeding internally. You…Your abdomen isn’t rigid enough for that.” He pauses, and his visor is trained on your bellybutton. Your own gaze frets back and forth between his helmet and his hands, and you realize what he’s looking at. There’s a jagged scar down the left side of your belly, leftovers from a knife fight back when you first started out on your own and accidentally got on a cantina bartender’s bad side.

“It’s old,” you whisper. It’s obviously old, it’s scar tissue only a few shades darker than your skin, but he’s staring at it with such intensity that you feel compelled to explain it away.

“Who did that?”

You look up at him, again, his hand still resting on your belly, a featherweight compared to its size. It’s dizzying you. This is the most he’s ever consecutively spoke to you in the three weeks you’ve been aboard, and his voice is so vibrant, a baritone that lingers in the air long after it’s left it, even through the modulator.

“He’s long gone,” you manage, and it’s not a lie. “It was years ago, really—”

“Where else did you get hurt?” He interrupts, and it takes you a second to realize he’s referring to the guy he just killed, not the one from the cantina five years ago.

“Just,” you say, gesturing a tired hand to your neck, “my throat.”

Again, the Mandalorian falls into silence. His hand is still on your stomach, and the low thrum in your belly that pulses whenever he’s around is deafening. It feels like your ears are still ringing from being choked up against the wall, and you think if it were the Mandalorian’s hands doing the choking, maybe you wouldn’t have resisted so much.

Maker, where the hell did that come from?

You gulp as his free hand roams to the hollow of your throat, finger glancing off the necklace entangled in itself below your collarbone. You shiver, just once, as his gloved index finger traces the marks the intruder left behind. You don’t see them until in the mirror later than night, and they’ve faded almost entirely. You don’t know for sure what he sees, because even though he’s reflective on nearly every surface, light inside the Razor Crest is low, and you’re too distracted by both of his hands roaming two different parts of your body.

“You’re breathing,” he says, finally, and a giggle escapes from your throat at the obviousness of his statement. “Now you’re laughing. I don’t think there’s any lasting damage.”

“Thank you,” you say, fighting another one bubbling up in your throat, and you freeze again as he gently lifts your shirt back down over the injury, letting his finger on your throat trail off as he lets you go. Something shifts. Your heart is still galloping in your chest. “Thank you,” you say again, suddenly emotional. “Thank you for coming back…When you did.”

He just pauses. You don’t know what he’s doing under that helmet, but you can imagine he’s looking at you. Straight at you. His silence is different this time, more vibrational. “Tomorrow, we’ll pick you a weapon out of the armory.”

You do a double take. “I get one of your weapons?”

“It’s not as safe on the ship as I thought it was,” he says darkly, and he extends a hand to you as you slowly, achingly, peel yourself off the floor. You pause sitting up as you digest what he’s saying. “You need to be able to protect yourself.”

You look at him, and back at the baby, who started cooing at his side, and the Mandalorian picks his kid up out of the cradle without moving his gaze off you. “I’m…Am I staying on the ship?”

He cocks his head. “You’ve been watching the kid on here, right?”

You nod, then shake your head. “Of course,” you say, trying to explain the shift in your movement, “but I mean…am I staying here? Indefinitely?” You pause, then decide it’s been a hell of a day and you’re brazen enough to ask the next part of your question, “With you?” It flutters inside you, the boldness of the question, especially against the knowledge that you’re testing your theory—that he feels as right with you as you do with him, that when he walked into you, something cosmic happened.

The Mandalorian looks down at you, almost entirely still. Before you can let your nerves get the best of you, he sighs, loose air exiting the modulator, and something sparks low in your tummy, deeper than your injury, and then he’s settled on the floor next to you again. “Yes.”

You smile, wince at the gesture as your throat constricts, and then resume the position, ache be damned. “Okay.”

“Can you make it up the ladder?”

You slowly shake your head. “I think I’m sleeping on the floor tonight.”

“You always sleep on the floor.”

“Not true,” you answer, shaking a finger at him. “Sometimes, I fall asleep in the chair. But yeah, I usually nest on the floor.”

“Nest.” The word is flat, even, but there’s something about the way he says it makes you want to giggle again.

“I need to be swaddled in things, usually, to fall asleep. And noise. Noise helps.”

He just stares at you. “Are you a Jawa?”

You furrow your eyebrows, completely lost. It takes full seconds before you realize he was making a joke. You laugh, again, and it hurts to bring a hand to cover your mouth, but you do it anyways. “I just like a little hodgepodge to sleep in. I don’t strip things for parts,” you counter.

“Obviously,” he says, his voice rich and deep. Something about the way he says it burns low inside you. This is the most the Mandalorian has ever spoken to you. This might be the most the Mandalorian has ever spoken, if how little he exchanged any language was indicative of how he’s spent most of his life. “Stay here.”

You smile again, because where else would you go, and he climbs the ladder. With how quickly he cuts his conversations short, you think he just decided he’s done talking for the day, and he’s going upstairs to set the ship on the next course, so you settle into the corner of the ship where you still are, just feet away from the alcove where he sleeps. You wonder what it looks like in there, if there’s only enough space for his hulking figure, or if you could shimmy your way into there next to him, your body pressed up against his in the tiny space—Stars, you’re letting your mind wander.

“No chance,” you whisper to yourself, despite the pull deep in your chest, that humming, that warmth that he gives you, despite how distanced he’s been from you. “Get it together.”

A moment later, shiny feet descend the ladder, and your water flask is pressed into your hand, and the Mandalorian has something in his hands. It’s a blanket, one you stole from the tiny medbay when you first climbed aboard. It’s unmade and he also has what looks like a small pillow in his other hand. He drops them, gently, at your crossed legs. “For your…nest.”

You smile, again, and if you tried hard, really hard, you could imagine that he was smiling under all that metal, too.

“Thank you.”

He nods, still standing awkwardly. “You should take the bed.”

You look to the closed alcove where his cot is, to him, and back again. “No,” you say, “no, that’s yours, and hauling myself off the floor right now is simply not an option. Thank you, though.”

He just stands there.

“Really,” you emphasize, even though the pull in your stomach wants very badly to climb in his bed and fossilize yourself in there, because he’s still standing there, talking to you, and you would trade almost anything in the galaxy for as many minutes as possible of this.

He sinks back onto the floor with you. The baby is now sound asleep in his cradle. You don’t know what to say next, but the Mandalorian doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere. Your belly still aches, and your throat feels raw, but you can’t keep the smile off your face. It’s warm in the crest, warm enough that you don’t need to swaddle yourself in the blanket, and you look down at your chest, the white tank top you bought months beforehand stained blue and black with blood and grease. You probably shouldn’t have blown your scarce credits that was going to get stained so easily, but you didn’t know you’d be living with a bounty hunter and his baby when you first got it.

“Where are we going next?” you ask, and you’re not sure how much time has elapsed. The Mandalorian doesn’t speak, and you think maybe he’s faded off into sleep, and you reach up, wincing, to pile your loose hair on the top of your head.

“You missed a piece.”

“What?”

He hasn’t even moved. “Hair.”

You fumble with your fingers until you find the rogue lock of hair, shorter from where you hacked bangs into it nearly a year ago when you had first lost your other ship. It’s hanging in your face, and you don’t reach to move it, letting it tangle with your eyelashes. You can feel his eyes on you, it’s burning a sudden and violent hole through you. Again, that spark low in your pelvis sings, and your breath hitches in your throat.

The Mandalorian barely moves, just extending his arm in the dark to tuck it behind your ear. You sigh as his hand brushes against your cheek, the gloves smelling like dirt and leather and something uniquely him. You feel his touch everywhere. And then his fingers are gone as quickly as they arrived, and you have to take the lingering of the touch he gave you as proof that it happened at all.

“You should get some sleep,” he says, and his voice through the modulator spirals deep into you. You want to know what it sounds like under the helmet. You want to know what a lot is like under the helmet. You want to argue with him, keep him talking, but sleep is calling your name louder than he’s speaking, and you’re sliding down the wall, trying to curl up in the most comfortable position.

The last thing you remember before drifting off is the Mandalorian moving quietly to cover you in the blanket he brought down, settling back into the dark quiet of his ship, pulsing not even a foot away from where you slept.

#SURPRISE!#i thought i'd give y'all a chapter 2 a little early since i have so much written already <3 #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfic #din djarin fanfiction #ENJOY!#something more

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vs-redemption · 4 years ago

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hii! i swear i read your request rules but i’m still worried this doesn’t follow them. anyway i figured i’d ask and you can obviously decline ahahah. i just read Gray and it’s so well written and makes my heart shiver and i wanted to ask if you’d write a part 2 or a one shot/scenario of having levi as a soulmate in the same eye color soulmate au as Gray? thank you !! :) (^･ｪ･^)

From Cindy: I apologize for taking so long to get to this! It took me a while to get an idea I liked, and then I had trouble getting into the mindset to write it. Inspiration finally struck though, and this is the result! I hope you like it!

Soulmates (Levi x GN!Reader)

Based on the same AU as Gray (Levi x Gn!Reader)

⚠️angst and hints of sex work (Levi’s Mom)⚠️

Levi loved safety

Being born in an extremely run down and sketchy part of the city was one of the worst fates a person could experience. Ever since Levi could remember, he’d been burdened with warnings from his mother who had learned most lessons about living amongst the dregs of society the hard way. He never stepped a foot outside their tiny one room home without hearing her voice expressing concerns about who he talked to, which streets he went down, how late he stayed out, and which shops he visited. There was danger everywhere and no one to protect him.

“Levi, stay close to me,” the woman would say to him when he was younger. Even going out in the middle of the day was a risk for them because his mother had a reputation. In order to feed him and keep the roof over his head, she’d reduced herself to a line of work that garnered an uncomfortable amount of negative attention. In a world ruled by the existence of soul mates, everything about their lifestyle was wrong and all it took was seeing a woman with duel colored eyes and a child for someone to know she’d committed the biggest taboo.

At first, Levi didn’t understand why anything about his mother’s appearance would cause such a stir. He’d seen plenty of people with two colored eyes, including himself. As he got older though, his curiosity grew and one day he made the mistake of asking about his father. The pained look on his mother’s face filled him with regret immediately, but he sat and listened to her intently as she explained the ways of their harsh reality.

“Your eyes are a promise,” she’d told him as delicately as possible. “A promise not to share yourself with anyone until you meet the person who you are destined to find and be with forever.” Levi had been filled with sadness for his mother when she admitted to breaking her promise. It was clear that she’d only committed such a disapproved act out of absolute necessity. People were judgmental though and could only see the fact that Levi’s father had not been the woman’s soulmate, which is why her eyes remained mismatched.

“You can still find them,” Levi had tried to hold on to a glimmer of hope for her, but she just smiled sadly and shook her head. The likeliness was low at her age, and even if they happened to cross paths, her past and status as a single mother would drive any respectable person away.

Levi loved stability

After learning about and coming to terms with the truth of this mother’s situation, Levi became determined to help her out in any way possible. He didn’t want the woman sacrificing herself for him any longer. And once he got older, he begged her to start staying home while he did what he could to provide for them both.

“It’s not your job to take care of me, Levi.” She’d smiled at this thoughtfulness while cupping his cheek in her delicate hand. “Everything I’ve done will have been worth it as long as you can have a better life than me.”

He understood her sentiment, but was too stubborn to give up. It was hard to find honest work in a town full of desperation and poverty, but Levi did his best. He took odd jobs here and there, and tried not to get mixed up in any of the bad business that ran rampant in the area. The money he earned wasn’t nearly enough to cover the cost of his small home though. After a handful of threats from the landlord to toss them out on the street, Levi knew he had to do more.

Levi loved familiarity

Resorting to petty theft went against everything Levi’s mother had taught him, and he knew it would probably break her heart if she ever found out. Still, he couldn’t allow their home to be taken away, or worse, his mother to return to the work she’d done before.

He had to be smart though. Being caught stealing in his neighborhood could get him killed. Going into the nicer parts of the city would be a better bet. He didn’t know the area as well, of course, but there was the benefit that he wouldn’t be recognized if anyone saw him. If he did happen to get caught by law enforcement, he’d end up in a jail cell rather than a cold ditch somewhere. Neither option was ideal, but stealing from the rich would have to do until a better plan presented itself.

Things went decently for a while, and Levi was a quick learner. He figured out what worked and what didn’t without having too many close calls. He made sure only to take enough to get by since the thought of being too similar to the criminals he’d grown up around made him sick to his stomach. It was only a matter of time though before his luck ran out. Rumors of a pickpocket spread and people began to act more cautiously about carrying their valuables out in the open, forcing Levi to get more reckless with his stunts.

It was on a particularly frustrating day that Levi caught a glimpse of you. More accurately, he caught a glimpse of the leather purse filled with coins hanging from your hip as you chatted away with a friend outside a popular confectionary. With practiced movements, he slipped into the crowd and made his way in your direction, thinking that snatching up the money would be simple and easy. He’d made a mistake though. Your pouch wasn’t tied up like he was used to, but secured with a metal ring designed specifically to prevent the very act he was trying to pull.

You begin to turn around as soon as you feel the tug on your belt and Levi freezes for a moment, trying to think of a way to get out of the situation. One word from you and everyone in the vicinity would be on him. As soon as your duel colored eyes met his however, something happened that put all other thoughts out of both of your minds. Levi watched in shock as you blinked once, twice, and then suddenly your left eye changed color completely to match your right. The look of initial alarm on you face softened and Levi knew he had to get out of there. He turned on his heel, ducked his head down, and walked away as quickly and as naturally as his legs would allow. He waited for any sign that he was being pursued for a moment or two and then broke into a run.

Levi loved certainty

In his panic, Levi didn’t even greet his mother as he rushed past her once arriving at home. His heart was pounding and a light sweat covered his forehead uncomfortably. He went straight to the bathroom to stand in front of the cracked mirror above the sink. It took a few seconds to muster up the courage to look into his reflection and find that everything that had happened was real. The two colored eyes that he was so used to were gone.

“Levi, sweetie, are you all right?” his mother appeared in the doorway, looking scared. “Did something happen at work? You’re not usually home this early!” He turns to look at the woman who notices his matching eyes immediately. Her hands come up to her mouth which spreads into a smile and tears spring into her eyes. “Congratulations! Who is it?”

The question makes Levi feel ill. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he’d meet his soulmate while trying to rob them. And if his mother found out, she’d be so disappointed.

“It doesn’t matter,” He tells her stiffly. “I can’t be with them.”

The words were far from enough to satisfy his mother though, and she nagged him the rest of the evening with questions about what you looked like and where he’d saw you. He kept his lips sealed until he’d had enough of the interrogation.

“Please, my obligation is to you and nobody else,” he tells his mother. “I don’t know anything about this person. Not only do I have no interest in being with them, I’m certain they have no interest in being with me either.”

“Levi, this is all I’ve ever wanted for you,” his mother begs, taking his hands into her own. “Do not live your life feeling empty and alone. Take this chance and find your happiness.”

Levi shakes his head, refusing to even consider it. His only focus had been himself and his mother for so long that it seemed ridiculous to add a third person into the mix now. It was better to pretend he’d never met you, and he imagined you would feel the same way. How disgusted did you feel knowing your soulmate was the infamous pickpocket? It would be even worse once you found out where he lived and about his mother. Surely you were both better off without each other.

Levi hated the thought of a life without you

Despite his resolution to continue on with life as normal, it only took a few days before Levi caved and went back to the spot where he’d encountered you. The image of your face had never once left his mind, and there was an incessant need to see you again that he could not ignore. He thought perhaps one more look couldn’t hurt, and he had to go back anyway if he wanted to collect enough money to pay his landlord that month.

“I hoped you’d come back.”

Levi had been sure you wouldn’t recognize him after only getting that small glimpse, but apparently fate had engrained his face into your memory as well. He whirled around, his gaze immediately locking with yours. It was wild to see the familiar color of your eyes looking back at him. He had no idea why you’d be here looking for the person that tried to steal from you. The cautious smile on your face as you introduced yourself put him on edge as well. “What’s your name?”

“Levi.” He hadn’t meant to say it, but part of him already felt an attachment to you. What was more, hearing your name for the first time felt like a fire had ben lit inside of him. He shakes his head to get his mind straightened out. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“No!” the panic in your features makes him falter, “Please stay. Can’t we talk for a moment?”

“I’m sorry,” Levi backs away, trying to fight off the instincts rising up inside of him. He didn’t want you to be sad and he didn’t want to disappoint you. He knew though that it was inevitable that he would.

“Levi…”

Hearing his own name spill from your lips was enough to have him second guessing everything. Would he really be able to go the rest of his life without hearing it again? He wasn’t sure he was strong enough to stay away. He’d already come crawling back once already after all. As a last resort, he knew what he had to do. He had to tell you everything. And he did. He revealed his entire life story to you without hardly pausing to take a breath, knowing that every detail would drive your further and further away. Having so soulmate at all was much better than having a soulmate like him.

By the time he finished talking, tears had welled up in his eyes as well. His mother had told him to take the chance for happiness, but instead he’d violently thrown it away. A few seconds passed and suddenly you were slipping your hand into his. It was the wrong reaction to the story but he can’t help but tighten his grip around yours anyway, wanting the comforting feeling you brought to last forever.

“I’m so sorry you and your mother have had to fight so hard just to survive,” you tell him softly. “But you won’t have to live that way any longer, or at least, I want to join the fight with you.” The genuine kindness and determination in your voice was overwhelming for Levi. Somehow he knew you meant every word, and the image of a brighter future for all three of you began to take shape in his mind. He had no idea if such a future was actually possible, but with you at his side he knew he’d definitely be willing to try. Being born in the roughest and seediest part of town had to be one of the worst fates a person could experience. Levi knew that first hand. He also knew he wouldn’t trade that fate for the world if it meant having you as a soulmate.

#Levi x Reader #levi ackerman x reader #snk x reader #aot x reader #Levi Acerkman #aot #snk #Soulmate AU #Cindy's Writing

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my-otp-list · 3 years ago

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Me, re-surfacing with my bromance review business because I just learnt today that, after a longgg longgg time, this drama’s English subtitles are potentially coming to completion (or so I really hope).

This is a light-hearted, lesser-known drama starring Xiao Yu Liang (whom many of you likely know as Zhang Qiling / Men You Ping in Ultimate Note) with a certainly noteworthy storyline and applaudable acting. And definitely, loads of bromance.

So, time for a signal boost! (๑✧◡✧๑)

Anti-Fraud League (C-Drama)

Genre: Suspense, Investigation, Mystery

Synopsis (taken & modified from MyDramaList):

A drama revolving around a team comprised of flippant (with a sketchy past) investigator Fang Yuan, aloof genius Mi Ruo, animated hacker Luo Xin and charismatic lady boss Niu Meng, who run an insurance investigation agency which tackles all sorts of insurance fraud cases.

Length: Completed - 24 episodes, 40 minutes each

Personal review:

+ Specifically for this drama, the first thing that catches my attention is the beautiful cinematography, which consists of very diverse angles and eye-pleasing colour palettes. Of course, it also helps that Xiao Yu Liang is handsome and looks so pretty amidst the scenery xD

+ Surely the combo of investigator + genius strategist + hacker is a familiar formula, and this drama proves to be a decent take on that. The team dynamic is adorable, and I actually like all 4 members. The cases likely won’t be the sorts that blow your mind or keep you awake at night, but I’m of the belief that they will satisfactorily retain your attention. Not to mention, the show doesn’t step on the mistake of outrageously illogical or slippery deductions (which is very important, at least to me. It’s difficult to sit through a show that is tagged as ‘Detective’ but brushes off logic or attempts to simplify things T_T). Better still, we are presented with an overarching plot and villain to connect the cases together.

+ Now, on the acting, it’ll be unfair to not mention how great male lead Fang Yuan’s actor was. As for the other male lead Mi Ruo (by Xiao Yu Liang), in all honesty, there’s room for improvement, but he definitely didn’t do a bad job. In general, for a watcher who gets easily irked by C-dramas’ horrendous acting (yeah, let me just admit that I don’t watch C-dramas all that often, mainly because of the acting and the CGI), I find the show’s overall acting really acceptable.

+ Moving onto, of course, the bromance - Ah, precious, precious bromance, and this show has lots of bromantic moments too, to the point that people are asking whether it’s a BL uh-oh (☉_☉). Personally though, this is one of those rare shows that I feel zero need to ship the male leads together LOL, or I should say, I view their relationship as #StrictlyBromance. Probably because Fang Yuan and Mi Ruo have quite a big age gap, it’s somehow easy for me to see them as brothers. With Fang Yuan’s cheeky yet big-brother-ish attitude, his dynamic with the taciturn Mi Ruo is a very amusing one to watch. They didn’t like each other a lot at first, but through the cases and a couple of near-death situations, they’ve grown to be each other’s trusted confidante.

That said, I’m compelled to mention that they quarrel a few times in the show, and whenever it happens, the BGM turns into a LOVE song hahahahahaha (I see what you’re trying to say here, editor (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧).

A notable bromantic scene in the show beside the famous embrace-in-a-freezer-truck scene *which I won’t include here, because no spoiler :P

And by the way, let me just give a heads-up that this show has no crappy romance that destroys the plot, at all (I know I know, you see 2 male leads - 2 female leads and are thinking whether they make 2 couples. Nah, they don’t).

- Like I said above, this show likely won’t blow your mind, so don’t set your expectation too high. I suppose they could’ve taken on a more serious direction and raised higher stakes. Treat this as a rather light-hearted show sprinkled with a pleasant team dynamic and some great bromance, then you’ll be in for an enjoyable ride.

- Surely another negative thing must be the open ending? Without any indication that there might ever be a second season T.T

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Also a quick announcement that I’ll be combining this Tumblr with my Bromance Recommendation Tumblr since I have no time to manage 2 Tumblrs T.T To those who follow me because of a specific fandom, I’m sorry that my blog will be a hot pot of many things, although they should actually surround either theme: Daomu Biji or Bromance (and perhaps very occasionally, BL). So, if you’re in for random bits and pieces and reviews and recos on anything under the sun that has to do with the above themes, welcome welcome ^_^

#anti fraud league #bromance drama #fan pian tian xia #xiao yu liang #bromance recommendation #反骗天下 #c drama

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years ago

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Day 7: Free Day / AUs - Lies

To her left was Jade, and to her right was Crowley. Something was definitely wrong with this picture.

Awkward “family” dinner time~

jnjadaafiabasd I was not built to do timed prompts... Everything felt rushed or not fully proofread, but I tried my best with what little time I had! 🎉 This last week was a bit of a struggle, but I’m proud of myself for pulling through in the end!

A flurry of footsteps reverberated through the Crowley household. Raven hurtled down a stairwell and practically threw herself at the front door, flinging it open. Beyond the door, a masked man and his suitcases awaited.

“Uncle!! You’re back!!” she cried breathily—tired from the dash from the attic to the front porch.

“Hohoh.” Crowley lowered the golden key in his hand. “You’ve beaten me to the punch, it seems.”

“It helps when I’ve got a big window to spy from.” Raven grimaced as talons wove themselves into her hair and raked along her scalp. Her head was left a mess, hair sticking up at odd angles. “How was your trip?”

“There will be plenty of time for stories—you do so love those, don’t you? Just give me a moment to get settled back and have a bite first, little black bird.”

“Okay!” Raven chirped. She eagerly reached for a suitcase. “Here, I’ll he—”

“Please, allow me.”

Her fingers met only air, for the suitcase was snatched up before she could make contact. The other was claimed just as quickly, ending up in the hands of a slimy, smiling eel.

“... Jade Leech-kun.”

“Headmaster.” Jade lowered his head in mock deference. “It is a pleasure to have you back with us. I do hope your conference fared well.”

Crowley’s mouth tightened into a straight line. “You’ll not hear a single peep from me!”

“My, my. You’ve entrusted me with handling your home and your niece in your absence, but not with casual conversation? Truly, I am hurt.”

(Raven shot Jade a warning look, but it went ignored.)

“Leave my bags, and leave us be. Your services are no longer required,” the headmaster crowed. He dug into his pockets and produced a (wrinkled) checkbook and gold-plated fountain pen. “Name your price.”

“I believe that is a value that would be best negotiated with Azul—but worry not, I am not personally interested in your madol.”

... That’s obviously a sketchy thing to say, especially for Octavinelle. They always collect what they’re owed, Raven noted. What does he have up his sleeve now?

Jade’s shoulders suddenly sagged, and a sad smile made its way onto his face. “It is a shame, though... to be chased out before I was able to share my cooking with our esteemed headmaster. It brings a tear to my eye.”

Crowley’s ears perked up—while Raven’s stomach sank.

“Cooking, you say?”

“U-Uncle, don’t fall for it...! He’s baiting you!!” Raven hissed, tugging harshly on his cape.

“I had plans to prepare an extravagant feast, too,” Jade continued, “to welcome you home. A hearty wild game stew, garnished with garden herbs. Fresh baked bread, with a thick crust, perfect for mopping up excess stew. Braised duck in a bright citrus sauce, so succulent and tender that the meat falls off at the bone. Mint gelée on the side—”

“I’m listening...” Crowley’s beady eyes narrowed with vague suspicion. “And just how much would this hypothetical feast cost me?”

“Don’t listen to him, Uncle!!”

“Fufu. There is no need to concern yourself with such trivial matters. Consider it a gift from myself to you.”

“UNCLE!!” Raven screeched—but her frantic calls no longer reached him.

The headmaster was far gone, lured to the water’s edge by a siren’s song. Plastering a wide grin on his face, Crowley spread his arms.

“Jade Leech-kun, why don’t you join us for dinner?”

Raven slowly lowered her face into her hands.

To her left was Jade, and to her right was Crowley. Something was definitely wrong with this picture.

Raven glared into her platter of food, refusing to look at either of them. She poked at a slab of meat with her fork, watching the shine of fat dance. Did that glisten belong to a tasteless poison, or to a savory glaze?

Well, the other meals he prepared were safe. This should be fine too... right? Raven carefully inserted a corner into her mouth and tore off a chunk.

Crowley let out a delighted laugh from his seat. “Delicious! Simply delicious!! You’ve outdone yourself with this meal.”

“I am glad to hear that you enjoy it, headmaster.” Jade was handling his silverware a little too deftly for Raven’s liking, driving a knife into his steak with the skill and precision of a predator digging its teeth into vital arteries. And still, that polite smile remained.

She stared—and it did not go unnoticed.

While the headmaster continued to gush, Jade lifted his eyes to meet Raven’s. His smile turned decidedly less kind for a few moments, taunting her. How easily he had infiltrated the home and gotten her guardian wrapped around his finger. It was maddening.

“Miss Raven, you haven’t touched your food,” Jade pointed out.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I am merely advising that you look after your own health and wellbeing,” Jade insisted. “And to think you were so eager to consume my cooking when it was just the two of us...”

“Sh-Shut up...!! I... I can’t help that I’m not used to unwanted guests at the table!”

“Now, now, Raven-kun!” Crowley waved his fork at his niece. “Jade Leech-kun has provided a number of useful services during my absence. We should be more grateful to to have such a helpful young man with us!”

“Do I need to remind you that this same ‘helpful’ young man also ‘helped’ Azul enslave over 200 students?”

“That was then, this is now!”

... You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Yes, I do believe the headmaster is correct. Let us leave the past in the past.”

“As soon as you leave, I’ll gladly purge the events of last week from my mind.” Raven turned to Crowley. “Uncle! I’m no longer a child. The next time you need to leave, you needn’t call for a babysitter—I can take care of myself!”

“Hmm...” The headmaster glanced helplessly between his half-eaten dinner and his niece’s pleasing eyes. “We shall see what comes, given the circumstances.”

Raven sighed—still not fully satisfied with the answer, but unable to wean anything better out of him.

She jabbed her fork into a cherry tomato and chomped down hard on it. Her fangs pierced the red skin, sending some juice squirting onto her cheek. Raven wiped at it with a napkin, then continued to angrily munch on the tomato to vent her frustration.

The clinking of silverware filled the dining room. The air, stiff as stale bread. Crowley coughed—attempting to alleviate the tense atmosphere, but to little success.

“So,” the headmaster began, “did anything interesting happen while I was at the conference?”

“... We argued a lot,” Raven replied flatly. She tactfully left out several details, knowing that she would turn as red as the cherry tomato if she elaborated.

“I did learn quite a few interesting facts during my stay.”

Crowley glanced up from his plate, arching an eyebrow at the eel. “Such as...?”

“Oh, a great many things. For example, how a glittering object catches Miss Raven’s eye, the messiness of her quarters, her midnight musings, the odd manner in which she sleeps...”

Crowley (who had been peacefully inhaling his dinner up until that point) almost choked on a piece of bread. “E-EXCUSE ME?! I don’t recall granting you permission to enter the attic—”

“Wait, you didn’t?” Raven’s brows furrowed. “Then why...”

... Oh.

Another lie.

All along, it had been a lie.

Crowley’s panic, Raven’s confusion—neither seemed to faze Jade. He simply smiled, as collected as ever. Like he had planned this all along, she realized.

“I’m afraid that Miss Raven allowed me in of her own accord. Fufu. I am pleased that she has grown to trust my presence within her private quarters.”

“Is this true, Raven-kun?!”

“Er...” She shrunk back into her seat, wishing she could vanish into her feathered shawl. “I-It was an honest mistake... I didn’t mean to...”

“You know better than that, young lady!!” Crowley chided. “How many times must I warn you to keep shady characters out of your room?!”

“But Jade said--”

“Headmaster, you cannot blame her entirely,” the eel cut in smoothly. “Part of the fault lies with me, as well.”

He’s... confessing? That’s weird.

“I had to deliver her meal, since she refused to eat at the dining room table. Once I saw the state that the attic was in, I sought to return in the subsequent days to assist with cleaning it up. There were also times when I came to check in on Miss Raven, as she has a habit of staying up late into the night. They were all measures I took to ensure her health and comfort, at the cost of breaking a rule--and for that, I must apologize.”

“Oh?” Crowley rested his chin in a taloned hand. “Rule breaking aside, I must commend you for taking action. Putting others’ wellbeing above your own... Perhaps I initially misjudged your character, Jade Leech-kun!”

“I live to serve.”

“How very admirable of you! Yes, yes,” Crowley nodded enthusiastically, “I can rely on such a responsible youth to look after you in the future, Raven-kun!”

“H-Huh? No, no!! He’s definitely still every bit as shady as you thought he was!!” she protested, leaping to her feet and thrusting an accusing finger at Jade. “He’s just lying again...!! He always lies!!”

“Oya, Miss Raven... It’s not healthy for you to become so worked up.” Jade hid his mouth behind his hand--no doubt that his teeth would otherwise be on full display in a cruel grin. “Here, have some more mashed potatoes--I’ve infused them with garlic. This should help temper your blood pressure.”

“I don’t want your stupid mashed potatoes...!!”

Oblivious to the tension in the room, Crowley lifted his glass up and laughed. “Hohoh! It’s nice to see Raven-kun socializing with her peers.”

#twst #Dire Crowley #Jade Leech #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #twst oc week #Raven Crowley #my art

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years ago

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don’t feed it - it will come back

Pairing: Dabi x f!reader, Shoto Todoroki x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi-public sex, quickie, tw:cheating, dabi identity spoilers, slight yandere!dabi?, AU where all events are the same except they happen when class 1A are Pros already so all characters are 21+, Dabi is not a villain yet.

A/N: title and lyrics by Hozier. Minors DNI.

Don't let it in with no intention to keep it, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it, Honey, don't feed it, it will come back.

You smelled him before you saw him, seared flesh and ashes, expensive cologne to make up for the stench, the same perfume your boyfriend wore, and that you’d bought for Dabi so that Shoto couldn’t smell another man on you.

Dabi. Your addiction, your escape.

His mismatched lips were rough on yours. The staples that patched him together scratched your cheeks, grounding you to reality before you could get lost in your own head, too deep in that special space you shared with him.

“The hell you think you’re doing?”, you hissed, “I‘m on patrol. What if Deku saw?”

You looked around the dingy alley frantically, hoping that your colleague would be busy poking his nose somewhere else. Unfazed as usual, Dabi offered you a lopsided smile, pressing his body against yours, marred forearms resting at the sides of your head, trapping you between him and the wall.

“If he saw,” he hummed, “he’d go tell his little friend how much of a slut his girlfriend is.”

You considered unleashing your quirk and blasting him into the opposite wall just to wipe that smirk off his scarecrow face. Dabi saw it in your eyes, and offered you a more gentle smile, mellow words to placate the fire in you.

“You’ve been mean,” he whispered, something resembling a pout twisting his disfigured face, “Avoiding me and all.”

You snorted at his antics, shaking your head. “I’ve been busy, ‘s all. Hero work. Patrolling, y’know, what I should be doing now.”

He didn’t relent, unbothered by your reluctance. “I waited for you the other night. Two whole hours and you didn’t show up. Didn’t even warn me that you wouldn’t come.”

“Shoto surprised me with a date.”

“Well, I’m surprising you now.”

He sounded like a child throwing a tantrum while looking like a devil himself, a dangerous glint in his turquoise eyes, skin stretched thin over his teeth, staples barely holding him in one piece.

He leaned over you, slow and tantalizing, hot breath fanning over your face.

Seeing him like this never failed to make your brain go haywire, duties forgotten, loyalty buried too deep to even feel guilty anymore.

Just like that first night together, when all the expectations burdening your shoulders had seemed too heavy to carry. When the shoes you’d have to fill had looked too big for you. Daughter of heroes, strong quirk, the public’s favor, a loving boyfriend.

People would have killed to be in your place, and all you’d wanted to do that night was to be someone else, someone whose life was not set in stone the moment they were born.

It had felt like such a dirty secret, blending in with the crowds of civilians on a Friday night, in need to experience all the things that you’d missed on. Clubs and alcohol, dancing with every man or woman that would grind onto you, it had all seemed so bright and liberating.

Then you’d met Dabi, and a drunken conversation on something you couldn’t recall on the cramped dancefloor had ended up in a hook up in the restrooms.

You’d silently cried yourself to sleep that night while Shoto slept peacefully beside you, red and white hair tickling you as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

Your mistakes had only escalated from there, something like an avalanche waiting to crush you, and the man you’d sworn you’d never seen again was the one holding you in his arms in this very moment.

You knew better than to give in, but you still did despite it, parting your lips while boring your half lidded eyes in his, letting him swirl his tongue around yours, toying with the metal bar on it.

You felt your body flush while his hands roamed over you, groping and kneading your ass, your hips, your tits through the elastic material of your flashy Hero suit.

“I bet you missed me too,” he chuckled, palming you between your legs, the heel of his hand pressing against your clothed lips.

Heat pooling in your belly, you ground your pussy on him, trying to relieve some of the tension in your fluttering cunt.

“Eager, are you? Todoroki Shoto doesn’t fuck you like you need?”

You rolled your eyes, catching yourself before you could moan in his ear.

“He fucks me just fine,” you groaned, fisting his stained white t-shirt, “Just make this quick, I got places to be,” you snapped, slotting your hand between your bodies, palming his bulge through his slacks.

“Brat,” he huffed, stifling a laugh, “and if he did you wouldn’t be humping my hand like a bitch in heat.”

Another warning glare and Dabi rolled his eyes, mumbling something about your over sensitive ass. You pulled him in a kiss to shut him up before your temper got the best of you.

He felt so different from athletic, sturdy Shoto. Slouched shoulders, thin arms, ribs dangerously poking through his emaciated skin. So frail and weak that he couldn’t even lift you in his arms to fuck you against the wall.

Maybe spending your formative years around men like Kirishima and Bakugou, and dating Endeavor’s son himself, had fucked up your standards beyond repair, and maybe Dabi was just a normal civilian with a regular body.

Whatever the case, the thought of your boyfriend was gone as soon as it flashed through your mind, and you hastily began fumbling with the buckle of Dabi’s belt. With a click it snapped open, and you undid his fly, reaching under his boxers. You pumped his hard cock, twisting the velvety skin up and down, thumb teasing his slit. You knew how feral he got when your promise ring rattled with his piercings, so you made a show of it, feeling him throb in your grasp.

“Fuck,” he grunted, hips snapping to fuck himself with your fist.

Teeth clattering, rough hands, his breathy panting in your ear, the arousal pouring out of you. Even the fear of Midoriya catching you drove you more insane than it should have, your walls pulsing in anticipation.

Scarred hands undid your own utility belt, shoving your spandex leggings down your thighs, sliding in your cotton panties.

“So wet for me already, and I barely even touched you?” he gloated, bony fingers spreading your arousal around your folds before dipping in, knuckles deep in your warm cunt, “Sucking me in, hm? You like being touched like this, fucked like a whore, don’t you?”

His thumb roughly toyed with your clit while the rest of his fingers flexed inside you, stretching you out, preparing you for his cock.

“Fuck- God, fuck me already, I don’t have all day,” you grunted, biting his upper lip.

He rolled his eyes then, glaring at you. “You sure know how to set the mood right, koneko-chan.”

He twirled you around then, pushing you flush against the wall, a hand on your shoulder, the other pumping his cock.

Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when you felt his tip prod at your entrance.

“You’re not fucking me without a condom,” you hissed, wiggling in his hold, angling your hips away from his.

“Please, just this time, I promise I’ll make it good for you,” he pleaded, shamelessly rutting against your ass.

“No fucking way, get a condom or you’re not getting any.”

“C’mon, just this once, I missed you so much, I wanna feel you all, feel your pretty pussy on my cock, please,” he whined, his hard on between your spread cheeks, “You should make it up to me anyways, y’know, for ghosting me, leaving me alone all night, waitin’ on ya. Wasn’t nice of you.”

You knew that when the blood drained from his brain and travelled to his cock, Dabi wasn’t his smartest. And you had to admit that you were curious to feel the piercings scattered on his dick pressing inside your cunt, eager to know if they really felt as good as he claimed they would.

But you knew better than to give in. Some risks just weren’t worth taking, and some things were better reserved in the intimacy between you and Shoto in some twisted, sick loyalty that you couldn’t bring yourself to breach.

“You’re not getting inside me without a condom, God only knows where you’ve been before,” you scoffed, tugging his hair to unlatch his leathery lips from your neck before he could leave a mark of his existence on you.

The smell of smoke, ash, and seared flesh you could explain. You made that work, somehow. You doubted that your boyfriend, as oblivious, trusting and lovestruck as he was, would mistake love bites for anything else, though.

“Less places than you have for sure, koneko-chan,” he snickered, trailing open mouthed kisses below your jaw, nipping your soft skin between his teeth, “The ladies aren’t lining up to get a taste of me, believe it or not.”

“Jee, I wonder why,” you deadpanned.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who hops on my dick like it’s her job.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dabi-chan,” you laughed, no bite to your bark.

You were getting antsy with his insistence and with the prospect of Midoriya walking in on you getting railed like a cock drunk whore behind a dumpster by a sketchy guy while you should have been patrolling instead.

Not very heroic of you.

He relented then, and you heard the distinct crunching sound of foil being ripped open.

He rolled the condom down his length, and you bent over, forearms against the rough surface of the wall while he angled your ass and kicked your legs open wider.

“Just sayin’, you’re missing out on me.”

You couldn’t hold the moan that erupted out of you when he snapped his hips, slanting his cock inside your soaked cunt. Your walls sucked him in, stretching around his girth.

You were so pent up and aroused that you almost came at the feeling of him sheathing himself in you, filling you up to the brim. He gave a few tentative thrusts before setting a faster pace, sliding his cock in and out of you.

Your mewls and whimpers and the sound of his balls slapping your ass reverberated in the alley.

You knew that if anyone saw you, your career would be over. The media would have a field trip, and Endeavor would lay down his life to make sure you’d be shunned from society.

And fuck, if the risk didn’t make you clench on Dabi’s dick.

You could feel a bruise form on your tailbone where he gripped you, and a few scratches and shallow cuts on the back of your thighs where his belt dug into your soft flesh.

“Fuck, your pussy is so good, you fuckin’ slut,” he moaned, hand reaching between your legs to play with your swollen clit, “You love my cock, don’t you? You whore, you love being fucked like the bitch you are, hm?”

You gritted your teeth, nails digging into his scalp as you held onto his head, arching your back so his cock could hit deeper inside you, onto that spongy crevice that made pressure built fast and steady in your core.

“And you like being my toy, my pathetic little plaything at my beck and call, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer, clenching his jaw as he kept pounding into you, lips enveloping yours in a bruising kiss.

Sticky webs of drool covered your faces, mixing in with the blood that streamed down his face where the staples couldn’t hold him in place.

“I’m close, I’m so close, fuck-, go faster, yes, right there,” you moaned, feeling the knot in your lower belly get tighter with each drag of his cock against your walls.

“I-, I’m right here with you, babe, just let go, come on my cock, show me how good I make you feel. Fuck, show me he doesn’t fuck this pussy as good as I do, you were-, God, you were made for me-“

His rambling turned into low static to you while jolts of electricity travelled through your body, jerking your limbs as he continued fucking you through your high until he too came, chanting your name like a prayer.

You were the first to move away, wincing as his cock slipped out of your cunt.

Mind buzzing, you barely looked at him, hurriedly pulling your suit back on, adjusting the belt on your waist while Dabi tucked himself in, the small, blissed out smile gracing his handsome face soon twisting in something pained and darker when you scurried away without sparing him a second glance.

The low buzz of ambient music filled your apartment as you stepped in, and a pang of guilt stabbed your heart when you noticed the candles scattered around.

Shoto was on you as soon as you shut the door, a rare, gentle smile on his pretty round face, telling you about the improvised self care night he’d put together for the both of you.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, grimacing at the lingering taste of smoke on you.

“I know smoking helps you decompress, love. But maybe you could switch to electronic?” he asked, hopeful. You knew he hated the idea of you damaging your health as much as he despised the taste and smell of cigarettes.

The concern made your heart jump in your stomach, and when you grazed into his eyes, his turquoise eye, you almost startled yourself at the similarity of someone else’s.

Guilt was really playing tricks on your mind.

You pecked his cheek, reciprocating his smile.

“You’re right,” you sighed, hoping he wouldn’t notice the bitterness in your words, “Know what? I’ll try stopping smoking altogether for you, hm?”

Perched on the fire escape of the building facing yours, Dabi watched his little brother hold you tenderly, swaying you around in a clumsy dance.

He crushed the cigarette under his shoe, and rose to his feet, bile rising in his throat.

He willed himself to be patient, knowing that one day, when he’d burn down the world, he’ll be the one you’ll be dancing with through the flames.

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Omg, this is my first time writing for a bnha character and I hope I did okay! Please let me know what you think of this! Your comments are what keeps me alive ❤️🥺

#bnha x reader #dabi x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha #bnha smut #dabi smut #bnha x you #yandere dabi #yandere x reader

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famouskittychild · 3 years ago

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Cheeky Mandos

(Ok I might be making a mistake with this title but whatever. I live in the UK and I barely even know what the meme was, and haven’t been to a Nando’s for like a decade, but it used to be delish :) So anyways. This will be a spicier collection of fics. This prologue is bland, though, no spices. (I gonna have to put up a Minors DNI for the rest though... if I’ll have the courage to post them.))

Another thing.

This pairing is Din Djarin x gn reader / tall reader. I’m short. There’s so many short reader stuff out there, I wanted to write for people on the other end of the “why is your height not normal” spectrum. If I make mistakes later on please tell me!

Or if you have an idea, prompt, advice etc for this planned collection, based on this and my other three little one-shots, send me a message. I’m awkward but I’ll do my best to answer.

Word count: 526

Summary: You’re an armourer and some shiny guy shows up. This is just a prologue / fluff piece in itself.

Rating: suitable for babies. Ok, ok, G.

CW: mentions of mandalorian history. Playing somewhat loose with canon lore.

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You hear about him first over lunch. People talk about the new visitor. A bounty hunter, with plain armour, who keeps to the Old Tradition of never taking their helmet off in front of others. The facts end there; the rest is gossip. He is from the Leader’s inner circle. He is their bodyguard. He is the Leader himself. There’s some talk about the Darksaber although the details are even more sketchy on that.

Then you see him. His armour is almost a full set, and most of it is beautifully made. The colour is missing, though - not a speck of paint, not even a sigil in sight. Interesting.

The man himself is tallish, and with the unpainted armour and dark clothes, has a grim simplicity to him that is rarely seen. Most people have colours, sigils, patterns. Your people live in your armour and your armours look lived in. The stranger is something of a blank slate. You follow him with your eyes as he walks past the rows of tables with some of the elders. Than they vanish off to a corridor, and you wonder who he is.

He stands motionless and is quiet until asked to speak at the evening assembly called to hear him out.

He speaks about Home, about gathering, about chasing off the remnant of the empire that still sits on the ore-mines of Home. He doesn’t ask anyone to join him, just to think. To try to imagine, to hope that something could be done. He only asks one more thing: he wants to reach other groups, to tell them the same message.

The covert is reluctant, which isn’t surprising. He expected it too. The elders promise to talk about his information. As for reaching other groups, they can’t help much. The People are scattered.

That’s when you stand up. You look at the elder of your clan, and her nod is an understanding and a permission. You are an armourer, and as the most junior master at your covert’s Forge, you travel around, offering services to any of the People who might need it. The groups you meet inform you of others they might know of and those in turn send you further to others.

You tell the stranger about these, and his excitement is visible. He turns towards you as he listens. He shifts his weight on his legs, he gestures as he asks you questions - he comes alive. You are exactly the person he needs. You warn him that often you only meet a handful of the People; a settlement as large like this is very rare. Most are nomads, mercenaries, in hiding - suspicious. Diminished. They keep to those closest to them.

He doesn’t mind. He’s willing to go with you, on your terms, under your rules. Now that you stand too and have a better look at him, you notice the sigil on his pauldron; welded on and made from beskar, an unusual practice. It’s a mudhorn: strong and stubborn, fierce and protective. It’s a good sign.

You still think he is a bit too naive to offer his services like that.

#Din Djarin x reader #Din Djarin x tall reader #din djarin x gn!reader #din djarin fluff #post season 2 #mandalorian oc #armourer oc #cheeky mandos #my writing

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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years ago

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Day 5: Platonic

A story I wrote for today's prompt. It's a story about two middle aged men realising the happiness they want can come in many different forms.

1. 8 k words.

Cw: Mild homophobia. Incorrect language. It's indicative of character's understanding, not mine.

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When Vikram Kumar first transferred to their branch, Nath wasn't impressed. Theirs was a small transport company, still somehow holding on against the giants of the industry. They were doing well for themselves; they had branches in few neighbouring states where the business was concentrated. And yeah, the company policy does state that employees should get transferred around every 4 years or so. But that never really happened. Nath had been working at Gada transport ltd for more than 25 years now and the only way anybody new ever came in the office was if someone died or retired.

That was what had happened. Another clerk, Nisha Bhagwan, had a heart attack at the computer and in came Vikram Kumar, a transfer from Nagpur. The office people took to him like animals take to the new clown at the circus. Nobody was really sad about Mrs Bhagwan's passing. She was old and in an office full of other old people, they were just waiting for the hat to drop on someone. Better Mrs Bhagwan than us.

They inquired after him, after his family, his mother's family, his neighbour's family, his neighbour's dog's family. When they found out that he was divorced and currently living in a sketchy hotel, they immediately turned to Nath.

Nath, or Adinath, as his name was, owned two flats in his society. Two flats side by side, one in which he lived. He very famously refused to rent it out to families or students or single women. Which meant, he never really rented it out. It actually quite suited to his own solitary silent life. But he regretted boasting about it in the office because here came his perfect rent.

"I- uh. The apartment is very dirty and I'd have to clean it," he started making excuses.

Vikram Kumar shrugged. "I don't mind. Better than listening to the sex noises coming from the side wall." Raucous laughter emerged, unhampered by the fact that their only woman employee wasn't there anymore.

Nath couldn't say no.

Vikram Kumar did turn out to be an ideal renter. He was silent. No guests. Rent, which Nath had kept a little high to dissuade, always on time. Sometimes old hindi songs drifted from his flat but Nath didn't mind. As his novelty wore off and office people stopped fawning over him, Nath did find himself to be quite okay with Vikram Kumar's existence.

A distinct mark in his favour was that he didn't laugh when at their regular chai break (5 minute break that always turned into a 45 minute one) the others made him familiar with Nath's title as the resident Bramhachari.

"Never married, never looks at a woman," Bhosle, their manager remarked.

"Hey you remember that time when that bombshell came in complaining about some lost package? Nath did not even look away from her face."

"Pakka gentleman, I tell you. He's not the customer complaint manager for nothing."

Everybody guffawed. Nath gave his regular pained smile. Vikram Kumar smiled back. For a moment, Nath thought it was a smile of understanding.

Eventually, Nath started offering Vikram Kumar a ride home on his ancient scooter. He obliged. When the ride turned regular, Vikram Kumar started contributing for petrol. Another mark in his favour.

13 months later, Vivek Chand, accountant, retired. In came a new hire, Ashalata Waad.

Suddenly many colleagues started turning up in pressed shirts and oiled hair. Nath merely shook his head and laughed at their preening. It was their colleagues' turn to laugh when Ms. Ashalata, recently widowed, took to Nath. Furtive smiles. Sympathy over dealing with difficult clients. Nath of course did not notice. But the other colleagues did. And out of sympathy for Ms Ashalata's feelings, they gently took her to a side after a week or so and directed her towards someone more likely to respond; the new divorcee, Vikram Kumar.

That, Nath certainly noticed.

That evening, Nath left without offering a ride to him.

Next morning, everyone noticed the distinct coldness between Ms Ashalata and Vikram Kumar. It was a long day too. Some trouble with licensing of a large shipment, everybody had to stay behind. It was well over 8 when people started leaving. Vikram came over to Nath's desk and tapped on it.

"I don't think this late I will find a riksha like yesterday. Will you please give a ride home?"

Nath sighed. He wasn't petty after all. Well, not much.

The streets were near empty. Theirs was a small town. One that eats at 8 and sleeps at 10. Nath's scooter cut through the silence and the sickly orange lights of the streetlamps like an interloper. They were crossing the Hutatma Chauk when Vikram asked him to stop.

"What for?"

"It was a long and stressful day. I wanted us a relax a bit at the park bench before we go home."

"I'm not going-"

"Please yaar."

Nath sighed.

Stopping the scooter at side, they both walked to the circle where statue of some forgotten freedom fighter stood, benches around it. Surprisingly, there were some people ambling around. Old couples taking a rest from nightly walk. A group of youngsters.

After having the sound of scooter in the ears for past five minutes, the sudden silence was deafening.

"I don't think Ms Waad would be talking to me again," Vikram Kumar started without preamble, a laughter in his voice.

Nath sighed and ran a hand through in thin hair. "You didn't do any-"

"No no, oh god no! I just said I'm not interested. I think that was enough for her to be offended."

"She's not your type?" he probed gently, curious.

Vikram was silent for a moment and then burst out with sudden emotion, "Why does it matter? Why one single woman and one single man can not stay without having an affair? Ye saala bollywood-" Nath hushed him, noticing the people around.

"Sorry." Vikram said, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

"I get it. Years ago, when I told my father I was gay-"

"You're what??"

Nath felt like he made a tremendous mistake in judgement. But he was a grown man dammit, he will hold his ground!

"I said I am gay." Nath held his gaze. Vikram Kumar stared back, unknown range of emotions passing. Eventually he broke the gaze, ran a hand through his own balding hair and sat back.

He shook his head. "I am not gay, if that's why you-"

"That wasn't-"

"I'm NOT. I like women. I- I mean men are good too. I. I don't-"

Nath couldn't help it. He broke into a loud laugh. Like Vikram had performed some excellent comedy sketch.

Vikram punched him lightly on his shoulder, a smile evident on his face.

"I just meant, men, women. All are same to me. Honestly, I didn't mind being married to Sheela. I provided for her, I cared for her wellbeing. Our.. bedroom relations were less ideal but I didn't shut her out. I did my duty."

"I'm guessing she wanted someone who didn't see her as a duty?"

Vikram shrugged. "She was nice about it. Told me plain and simple she found someone else. We didn't have kids. It was easy. Well. As easy as it could be. She told the court I was impotent for swift divorce. I agreed. It caused drama in families though, which is why I asked for a transfer."

"Mrs Bhagwan died at a really opportune moment then."

They both shared a laugh and things fell silent once again.

"So you are... one of those," Vikram tried to say casually.

The elderly couple had left. A newly wed looking one took their place. Nath suddenly felt he was thrown back in time.

"I don't have much family," he started. "Mother died when I was young. Theirs was a love marriage, quite unusual for the times. They had run away and so had lost their families. My father raised me well enough; started pestering me for marriage when I got the job at 22. I kept avoiding for few years. But eventually I had to tell him. I wasn't going to ruin some poor woman's life." Nath looked pointedly at Vikram. Vikram didn't take offence. Just laughed self-consciously. Mark in his favour etc etc.

"Father raged for days. Didn't raise his hand on me, didn't tell anyone else but we fought a lot. It wasn't that he denied my condition. He just wanted a family. On some level we understood each other. I realise it now. I knew he wanted me to marry because he didn't want his hard fought family to die with me. And I guess, he probably knew what it meant to love someone you weren't supposed to.

He died soon after."

"When you were thirty, I remember you telling me."

Nath nodded. "I was free. I had a place of my own. A job. No family to hide myself from. I felt guilty over feeling relieved. I felt angry at being guilty. Then came sadness over being angry. That sadness stayed for a decade."

Vikram asked, "So you never...?

Nath shook out of his trip to memory lane. "Hm?"

"Are you? A bramhachari? Did you ever find-"

"There were some men here and there. Obviously there wasn't going to be a relationship," Nath scoffed. "If you know where to look, you can find release. But after Father died, I don't know, I rarely ever went looking for anybody. I didn't have it in me."

Vikram laughed. "Look at us. Two old men, all on their own, no happy family for us."

"Speak for yourself, I'm barely a day over 40," said the man, almost 50.

Vikram laughed again, looking at him with such fondness in his eyes. Nath felt sharp fear for a moment. Then he decided to be an adult again.

"You look well for your age too."

"Nath..."

Nath shivered at hearing his name. It was an intimate name. People didn't say it much. But it fit in Vikram's mouth.

"I don't want to change anything," Vikram said. "I'm happy as things are. It's ideal. I can't offer anything more."

Nath got up, brushing dust from his pants. It had gotten late. They were alone at the circle. A vehicle passing by to remind them of the world that exists.

"I'll take whatever you can offer," he said, looking away from him.

"Friendship? For as long as I live?" Vikram held out his hand.

Nath looked at it. Big, warm. Hairy. Pale skin where the wedding ring used to sit. He extended his own and took it.

"As long as I live."

... Let me know if you like it enough to see some other prompts involving them... I have so many headcanons for them.

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