#and i close my case your honor 😌😌

[mackjlee9]

HA JOKES ON YOU I LIKE TO BE MANHANDLED

YOU ARE GORGEOUS

Well I like manhandling- I mean what?

I. AM. NOT.

YOU ARE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL AND CHARMING

[kaiser-s-bitch]

hi omg i have been thinking about this a lot and idk I think you could work well with my request, so I’ll just ask! How would Neuvilette and Wriothesley react to their female s/o telling them they can go raw / they can finish inside? I’m so curious~ and I hope you have fun with writing this! Neuvi and Wrio are so hot omg I am so sad I didn’t get Wrio :(

hello my dear!! thank you so much for sending this in, I finally got around to writing it ;-;

I absolutely did have fun with it, and I’m sure Wrio will honor you with His Grace pun intended during his rerun😌🙌🏼 do feel free to share more of your thoughts hehe

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asking them to finish inside (Neuvillette, Wriothesley) || 18+

Neuvillette:

The Iudex of Fontaine had been busy this entire week. Very busy. Too busy to spend any sort of alone-time with you, not even returning home for the night, instead spending the nights in his office, burying himself in the mountain of bureaucracy that he called his work.

Tonight was the first time after said week where he had come home to you, finally burying himself in you again… and it was driving both of you absolutely crazy.

Breathless pants of his name left your lips in a seemingly endless stream, your fingers entangled in the silky strands framing his pretty face as you gently rub your thumbs against his cheeks, the loving gesture in stark contrast to the almost feral movements of your bodies meeting one another in an unrestricted, desperate display of passion.

He was so damn close - you could see it in his face, hear it in the way his moans of pleasure got that slightly whiny edge you loved so incredibly much, feel it in the way his hips began to increasingly stutter with each stroke of his. He tried to slow down in an attempt to postpone his release, refusing to let this end just yet, not before you would be satisfied first… but you yourself had other plans.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in even closer as you whispered in his ear "Don’t stop now, my love… Please, keep going, wanna feel you finish inside…"

He shuddered visibly, inhaling sharply in an attempt to calm himself down and keep from exploding right then and there.

It took all of the Iudex’s willpower to cease his movements, pulling away slightly to look directly into your eyes and inquiring "Are you… absolutely sure?"

Even though you were on the pill, and neither of you knew for certain whether it was even possible for him to procreate with a human, you usually never opted to take the risk… up until now.

You nod, pulling him in once more and clenching around him noticeably, your hips moving ever so slightly to coax him into going on.

"I am. It’s gonna be okay, just please…" You trail off, unable to finish the sentence, though it’s not like you needed to in order for him to understand. He nods very slowly, his empathetic nature paired with the physical need overwhelming him in this moment making it nearly impossible for him to resist your wishes (or his own body’s, for that matter).

He lets out a soft groan under his breath, starting to move against you once more, this time with more vigor and intensity, yet also trembling more than ever before. It wasn’t long until his thrusts grew sloppier, until he eventually pushed himself as deep as he could possibly go and let out a soft, shaky moan when he finally released inside of you.

Wriothesley:

The Duke was a smart and responsible man. He seemed to always know what to do and what not to do, keeping a cool head no matter the direness of a situation… but goddamn did you make that impossible for him today.

It was a certain time of the month - the time where you were especially horny and needy. And he already knew in advance: Wriothesley kept track of your monthly cycle in his calendar, ensuring that he was mentally prepared for all of your moods and could avoid additional headaches. But all that preparation didn’t help him much in this case, because how on earth would you expect him to not go completely feral when you come up to him sitting in his office, straddling his lap and rubbing yourself against him so deliciously??

He actually still had some administrative work to finish… but tomorrow would be a day too, right?

So Wriothesley ended up telling himself one of the biggest lies in human history: "JuSt tHe TiP" - which of course escalated into much, much more as you kept teasing and taunting him to keep going until he ultimately bent you over his desk, slowly sinking himself into you just the way he knew you loved.

He eventually doubles over, leaning down and pressing his chest against your back, whispering to you in a husky voice as he wraps one hand around your delicate neck: "You’ve managed to rile me up quite a bit there, darling." You only let out a soft whine in response, clenching around him desperately as you could feel yourself throbbing for more. The Duke couldn’t help but let out a stifled groan, sinking his teeth into your shoulder at the sensation.

"You’re really a piece of work, y’know that?", he then remarked with a throaty chuckle, his free hand coming down on your ass and eliciting a surprised yelp from you. He knew he wasn’t going to last any longer, you had gotten him way too weak already, so he inquired in a low rumble of a voice: "Where do you want it, princess?" He was about to pull out, but a distinct protest from you stopped him - it was as if your pussy was holding him in with a death grip, causing his eyes to roll back for a moment due to how close he was feeling to his limit.

"Stay inside, please, want you to cum inside", you babbled almost incoherently, yet the man understood every single word.

*Wrio.exe has stopped working*

You hadn’t even finished the sentence when he exploded inside of you, letting out a not-so-manly moan in the process (you fucking loved it).

[accio-victuuri]

another interesting angle about wyb’s hat during the GQ event. i looked up both cpf and so/o wardrobe accounts and i didn’t see them identify where the hat came from. everything else tho was chanel, and the suit was dunhill which the brand themselves posted about. we didn’t think too much about it at the time cause we were too busy connecting it to luffy and other things.

now a post from fans & a little bit of detective work tells us where it could possibly come from. a fan posted about a hat store (hat of cain) in raffles hotel where xz stayed and took photos for his ralph’s club event. they look v close to what wyb wore.

if you go back to xzs vlog, there is a cut (p3) where you see downstairs from XZ is. people are saying that it is close to where the shop is. so that was a little clue from them. we have talked about how it appeared out of character for xzs to post a vlog in the midst of all the GQ event noise. they could easily post it the next day or even the weekend so it will go on hot search or better yet, so he won’t be accused of trying to steal the spotlight from other celebrities. no we think we know why. and why he was trying to match ybo’s caption. it’s him ( allegedly ) trying to say that he was responsible for WYB’s fashion accessory of the day. in his own way, showing off the same way that wyb was. 🤍

I’M SORRY XZ & XZS, we didn’t catch up on that hint sooner. We could only do so much investigative work. Lol. We will be better next time 😌😌😌😌

You can visit their IG to compare and see for yourself how similar it is to what WYB wore. I also looked up their website and Raffles Hotel was listed as one of the locations that have their store. You can even see one of their ig posts that talks about their product and a detail inside the hat ( p3 is yibo and p4 is the ig post ) is the same as yibo’s. I’m not an expert so i don’t know if this is a standard when making all hats with the same material but i have to say that the similarity is v interesting.

I mean, what are the chances really???

You have XZ who was recently in Singapore. Very publicly at that and it was not a secret that he stayed at Raffles Hotel. At this time, the theme of GQ MOTY was already set and they have already given the theme of the guest having to walk on land & water and not just your usual red carpet. Maybe XZ picked it cause he knew how much WYB loves hats. It could also be to match what he would be doing for his public event where he is the Guest of Honor.

Then WYB comes in and showed off this hat. We were all thinking it’s One Piece & Luffy coded, which it could be, but we’re now only realizing the deeper meaning. Why he was so attached to it too. YBO released a bts video earlier 12/9 and WYB was joking that he had a hat too like the one rowing, so that means he can also row the boat. Turns out, the style he was wearing is called a boater hat. So it fits. XZ bought it for him as a souvenir that he knew WYB would like, with the thought of the GQ event’s theme.

Maybe XZ wasn’t even implying that WYB wear it that prominently. He just thought of WYB when he saw it and being the person that he is thought that it would be a good accessory for a photoshoot related to WYB’s public event. Maybe he can explore parts of the old town venue and get some shots of him with it. However, much like WYB loves to show off things that XZ gave him, it became his main accessory for the day ( not my words, YBO said that in their caption lol ).

Lastly, I remember one of XZ’s staff was holding a raffles paper bag when they were going home. What’s on it that he had to hold it for safekeeping? If the shop was in the Raffles Boutique, wouldn’t a thing bought from there use the hotel’s paper bag? Wouldn’t you want to hand carry a hat like that in case it gets deformed when shoved in a suitcase?

Anyway, this is all a coincidence 👀👀👀

[rrasado]

hi!! hope ur having a good day today <33 was wondering if I can order some platonic savanaclaw boys (or the first year gang) acting all parental/brotherly towards a yuu/reader who's markedly younger?? i was thinking around 10~12 mayb??

⸢ Found Family ⸥

Other notes ➽ Gosh my heart TwT, though since you didn’t specify whether you wanted this in fic format or headcanons I went with a mix of both! But please specify next time what format you’d like thank you!/NM. Raise a glass to us touch starved peeps 🍷

Featured Characters ➽ Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel & Sebek 

Trigger Warnings ➽ Implied injury and negligence.

Summary ➽ When you receive familial love from NRC’s twisted students.

Ace as a younger brother himself found your presence to be an opportunity to experiment. More specifically— he wanted to know what it felt to tease and bond with a younger sibling the same way his own brother did. He did seem to enjoy messing with Ace so maybe he'll learn from you?

Remember your first meeting with him at the statues? He may have laughed at your betrayed expression after calling you a dummy; but he did attempt in making it up to you using a few comedic tricks he picked up.

Coin behind the ear trick? Pick a card? Just a few magic trick phrases and your attention is on Ace-nii whether it's out of curiosity or annoyance. But he did have to admit learning these sleight of hand tricks from his old man paid off.

The Heartslabyul red head could tell from a mile away how you seemed adamant on getting something from him. In hopes of messing with you for a bit the first year hooked an arm around your neck before giving a hard noogie to your shorter figure.

"Hey my hair!-" "You'll fix it again squirt, now— what's got you marching in here like a queen's guard.?"

If your annoyed expression was subtle before it grew evident after he bursted into fits of cakles, the offense on your honor didn't go unconsidered but your request was nothing but amusing to him. At this point you were close to deeming this confrontation fruitless but before you could sigh and turn the other way, Ace threw you a pack of playing cards.

"Look, you said you wanted to learn some stuff from yours truly, right~? Well let's find us a better place then 😌."

A grin crept on your face sending a sense of satisfaction to the first year. Maybe being a big bro wasn't so bad after all? With an amused chuckle he pulled you towards the direction of the garden.

"Your hands are a bit small for most sleight of hand skills— but I've got a few spare tricks bearable for a kid like ya!" "Oi I'm still growing !"

Deuce wasn't sure at first, the protective nature he bared whenever you came into concern was simultaneously foreign yet familiar. If he had to compare its something akin to his former delinquent brotherhood bond but in your case— it was more precious for lack of a better term.

It's funny seeing you two believe in the same urban myths, sometimes it becomes a game among the first year gang who'd discover the truth first, your or Deuce? (Epel has a winning streak-)

He's the type to protect any teenage dream you have going on, you want to be a celebrity? He'll be your number one fan, you want to be a great inventor? He's willing to bestow whatever he knew to a future field expert like you! Deuce-nii may not be the best at helping academically but life lessons are something he's never short of.

It was a conflict he couldn't prevent, no matter how bad he felt for you fighting for his honor. Maybe his fighting spirit started rubbing off of you the more you stick by his side; that's bad... should he start lessening his time with you? He doesn't wanna be a bad influence after all-

"Deuce?" "Ah- sorry, does it still hurt?"

You two were at Ramshackle's foyer patching up eachother after he intervened a festering fight between you and some scarabia brats. He didn't even know whether to feel touched or worried when you revealed why you threw the first punch despite knowing how wrong it is to resort to violence. Maybe he really was a bad influence-

"My honor is mine to defend- g-got that? Look it's admirable that you well... stood up for a brother but I want ya to leave the hits to me." You're too young to delve into that side of life, he thinks.

The frown anchoring your lips sent a twinge of guilt to the spade marked first year, great was he being too hard now? How does Trey-senpai make it look so easy lecturing juniors- Lost in what to do he simply let his body slouch, leaning into your frame before allowing one arm to wrap around you in some tired side hug manner.

"We have eachother's backs right? Hah 😅, when I was your age I might've done worse things than just sending an uppercut at some entitled bastards. We both have a long way to go huh..."

The slow nod was enough to earn a bruised close eyed smile from Deuce. "Let's just wait it out, I don't think I can physically take Dorm leader's lecture tonight... But— that doesn't mean we're not owing up to our mistakes ok!?"

Jack was practically experienced, to the point it came naturally for him to subconsciously send a glare or two at those who gave the youngest student the stink eye.

He told himself repeatedly that he'll just aid you from afar but after the events of the second arc well- he wasn't sure whether leaving you to the adeuce duo was wise. Hence your roster of big brothers grew by one when he let you ride on his wolf form (after much convincing of course).

The more rational part of him honestly felt concerned over your psyche, to be taken from your home no matter how good or bad must've done a number on your thoughts, right? He never brings it up for the sake of your current stability but he does try to sniff out signs if he can.

The beastman's expression was stuck between confused and indifferent. How did he end up walking to class with you on his shoulders?

"You're so tall and you're only 16? Is it because you're a beastman? Or- a guy? What do you eat? Can you eat vegetables?"

One question after the other; and the fact that you were resting your chin on his head meant that all your questions were directly broadcasted to his hearing. It wasn't like he disliked your curiosity, sometimes he encouraged it! After all truth can be reaped from a curious mind's persistence. It was his assurance that it'd take more than a few jabs to break your moral spirit. If Jack was brutally honest you were a bunny in the jungle.

"A mix of both, maybe if you listen to proffesor Crewel's lectures you'll get a better gist."

He was half joking but a vibration wavered his head's senses when you sighed in defeat. An annoyed groan followed not long after before your talkative streak was boiled down into a hopeless inquirer.

"He's scary and that thing he carries looks like a pet weapon... aren't you scared of him, Jack?" You're a kid of course you'd come to that sort of conclusion, shaking his head Jack rolled his eyes before uttering a reply.

"You said it yourself right? I'm big for my age so what's a beast gonna do." Childish logic it may, he saw it effective when your state became that of satisfaction. Your hum of agreement letting the wolf rest his worries.

Epel didn't get why you stayed there, did you even have a choice? He felt like RSA could've accommodated you better seeing as how friendly their students are. But the more you hung out with the first year gang the more backbone you began to express in your aura.

As a ruffian kid himself he got along with you pretty good! Except maybe the first time you met but it wasn't like you could critique his singing when you're barely above the nursery rhyme category-

Something you two tend to bond over are road trips! The conversations surrounding the topic can go on and on until Vil has to interrupt lest it reaches nightfall, it wasn't wise to keep you both up after all.

A bottle of apple juice sat on the balcony of the dorm whilst your shorter self sipped happily on your own beverage. The lilac haired male was on another rant regarding the sights of Harveston rendering his drink abandoned whilst his hands moved in all sorts of mannerisms; just so that he can emphasize the value he holds on his home town. A place he's sure you'd like to visit seeing as how bright your gaze was watching his explanation.

"If we went there after exams we'd make it in time for harvest season! There's lots and lots of apples there with different sizes and colors!"

"Would their juice also taste different ?"

"Yeah 😄! Not only that- the folks are gonna like ya, that much I can bet!"

He shared Jack's concerns over your wellbeing, this whole time the only adult you've come into respects is the staff but with your predicament, maybe a more domestic scene of people would help you better. His folks may be on the more traditional end of the spectrum but hey- who doesn't like old folk!

"They won't force me to work would they 😰?" Epel bets ten maddol that you got the idea from Ace but his sigh was left unnoticed, the first year shook his head in a dramatic manner hoping to at least get you in better spirits for this tentative plan.

"So what? I ain't letting that happen- and even if it well- did, I'd be with ya picking apples from dawn till dusk! We can make it a game where the winner gets all the pick >:D"

Your competitiveness flared even if you tried hiding it by suddenly drinking your juice faster. Epel clenched his fist in silent victory, perhaps you staying in NRC was alright.

Sebek was the most unexpected member of your found family, it was hard calling him a brother. Wayward uncle somehow fits him more but no one would dare bring up the idea in both his or your presence.

After Jack, he's actually the most diligent in helping your academics. At first it was simply him wanting to show the young master that he's competent enough to aid the cherished child of man; Lilia however doesn't miss the genuine proud smile he wears whenever you perfect a practice sheet.

The old fae concluded that sebek was projecting in a way, a young soul in pursuit for learning but unlike him who was faced with double standards due to his human blood, you had people looking after your progress. Waiting to cheer your success.

The diasomnia student felt appalled by the others, their cheeky grins when he told them he'd be tutoring you on selected days felt belittling as if they won some unspoken battle. How preposterous! He thought.

"For a still developing human you catch on quick, as expected of the young master though! Only the finest catch his gaze." Everyone around him knew how eager Sebek was to be the subject of Malleus' astonishment, but that desire for recognition was currently a fleeting afterthought. The determination in your eyes was enough to urge the green haired male to move on to the next topic.

"You sly human— think you can trick me into overworking you? If I didn't know any better it'd seem you're trying to sabotage my relationship with the young master by framing me!" Despite his exaggerated accusations, his actions were more endearing, as endearing as Sebek can be of course. He passed you some chocolate milk and fish crackers, a childish iteration of his own favorite meal consisting of Salmon Carpaccio. It's too early for supper but you need energy if you want to keep with his subconsciously placed expectation. Even with his eccentric assistance you can't help but to appreciate his diligence.

"Heh think what you want Seb 0w0. Though you can always say if you're tired of me—" "Cease the foolish thought! And let you disappoint the young master? I'll have you know I've gone too far to just give up."

As blunt as his answer was there was an irk in his psyche, the way you worded it could've been interpreted as having a history of being given up on...

"No matter what measly tricks you pull, know that I'm not backing down, human! Prepare yourself because I'll make sure even the young master would praise you!" And by then, maybe Sebek can be proud of himself to.

Tag list :: @luvielle @sherbet-shark @citirusu

[darthmaulification]

Requests? 👀 I think I have an idea...

May I request something with Reader and Din who have been traveling together for a while and grown close, and they find Luke and Grogu so Din is able to see him again. But, while they visit, Reader learns from Luke that she's also a force sensitive, and Luke offers for her to stay and train with him...But she doesn't want to leave Din. Refuses to, even.

A/N: i fully support saying Fuck Canon and reuniting our favorite little green bean with his dad, so this ain’t just a visit, this is a child custody case. 👏😤

also, i love the idea of some force sensitive people going like... their entire lives not realizing that they’re force sensitive. like it only ever manifests as being really able to literally feel others’ emotions or something, so they just think they’re exceedingly talented empaths.💀

also also, this is some of my best writing??? this turned out SO GOOD??? i am very happy with this. 😌💕 that’s why it took a bit to get this one out, sorry for the wait, anon! (and everybody else lmao)

also also also, to those of you that have sent me a request, i am working on all of them to the best of my ability! i hope to have at least two (2) more done by the end of this week. 👍

hope you enjoy! 💗💗

content: a tasteful dusting of angst, sad man din :’(, force-sensitive!reader, gn!reader, din and reader are SO in love but also don’t know how to tell each other, also you’ve somehow never seen din’s face yet, so face reveal!, luke is that friendly stoner that offers you chips when you’re upset, G R O G U 💗, please no one bully me on my absolutely butchered descriptions of star wars planets/locations and how the force works💀, HAPPY ENDING ALWAYS 😤

word count: 4,639

“What if he’s not there?” The stifling silence is broken tenderly, when Din’s low, naturally melodious voice crackles through his helmet, and you look over at him. He’s not facing you, acting as though he’s focused completely on piloting the Slave I to Lothal, but you know better, and you know he knows too. The pure heartache underlying his tone is so obvious in his words, he probably fears the despondency will somehow show on his face despite you being unable to see it. 

Your gaze wanders the sleek, sterling silver of his beskar helmet, the pride of any Mandalorian who wears one. If the unique, eye-catching piece of armor wasn’t covering Din’s face, you wonder if you’d be able to see if the pain is written across his face, if his jaw is tight, if he looks sunken, distant. The mystery of the mask makes you ponder this every day since the Jedi took Grogu, since Din honored his mission and handed him over.

You’ve thought this ever since the moment Din finally surfaced after an agonizingly long week of screaming, cursing, and unrelenting, tremendous grief. He had spent a week drowning in his own personal Hell, one that tore him to pieces and left him ruined. You find yourself thinking back to that a lot every time you look at that silver beskar helmet and hear the whispers of the howling wail that Din released when you held him in your arms, after he’d drunken his liver half to Hell. Such a haunting sound can come from a person when their entire world has been destroyed.

The dark memory begins to manifest on the peripherals of your mind, so you brush it back into the shadows with a small shake of you head. Your eyes move from Din’s helmet to his tense, gloved hands. They’re gripping the sterling wheel so tight the leather strains on his knuckles. You picture holding hands with him (a rare something done a smattering of times, each instance leaving butterflies in your stomach) and lacing your fingers with his. You want to link yourself to him again, but after losing... Grogu, it hurts to say his name... it feels as though Din may never want anyone close to him again.

The thought makes your heart pang.

But things are about to change, you’re sure of it. Lothal, your destination, promises it. And Boba, who would never lie about the intel he obtained (especially to Din or you, especially about this), promised it as well the moment he told you both:

Grogu is on Lothal.

Din had nearly wept.

Drawing yourself from your thoughts, you reach and place a hand on Din’s shoulder. Sure, the beskar pauldron is cool under your palm, but the man beneath the armor is so inherently caring and sensitive, the warmth of him seeps through. He turns his head to you, looking at your hand, at your thumb that runs the edge of the beskar. Your eyes travel the vastness of his dark T-visor, searching for where his eyes may be below. Briefly, you wonder what color they are...

“He will be. I just know it.” You respond in a low murmur, sliding your thumb one last time before you peel your hand from Din’s shoulder. It’s like your fingers ache to leave him, the way your limb wants to protest reminds you of magnets, and the stubborn bond between two of them. You sit back in the co-pilot’s chair and you notice that something lighter begins to creep up on the poignant melancholy that has been swirling in the room. It feels like it’s brightening the room, lifting the atmosphere. A chill raises goosebumps on your skin.

Hope, you think. This is hope.

~

The Slave I snaps out of hyperspace, and the suddenness of Lothal’s stationary beige and cerulean replacing the brightness of streaking stars is nearly jarring. Din steers the ship, and it goes careening to the planet, beginning the descent onto it’s grassy surface. You can feel your pulse in your throat, nearly overwhelmed by the swirl of emotions that permeate the cockpit. Din’s completely silent and still, but his presence is loud, ringing in the air.

He is skirting the edge of making the entrance through Lothal’s wispy atmosphere too dangerous, and when the ship rumbles at another too-quick dip, it’s only the blinking alarm that seems to shake Din from his tense stupor. You watch wordlessly as he corrects the error, and settles the Slave I into a gradual decline, and you see how it pains him to go slower, to take more time. 

“Boba said the Jedi would be at the temple.” Din says this to the both of you, unnecessarily reminding you in order to assure himself. You nod and offer him a smile, despite him being turned away from you.

“He’ll be there, Din.” You reply, and neither of you are talking about Luke Skywalker. The ship trembles one last time, and then it’s gliding smoothly through Lothal’s airspace. Clouds wisp past the domed windshield, breaking apart to reveal rolling, grassy plains that stretch to the horizon in every direction. To the east, the shore of a freshwater sea peeks from over the skyline, and to the north, the tipped summits of the Jedi Temple beckons.

Thoughts race through your mind, some come as far as settling on your tongue, but none reach past your lips. There’s no words you can say that would ease the tension Din and you feel, nothing can quell the anxiousness. Din pushes the Slave I into a faster speed, towards the temple in the distance, engines roaring.

A stone settles in your belly, one that reminds you of everything that could be lost if Boba is somehow wrong about this. It chills you, the thought of them not being there, makes your heart ache painfully. You miss Grogu, how tiny he is, how sweet, his adorable eyes... You need to see him again, hold him, sing him a lullaby to sleep like you did every night for him.

But if he isn’t here... You’d lose him all over again. Din would lose him all over again. And Din certainly knows it too, in the way he’s so tightly clenching the steering wheel.

You’re not sure if he’d be able to survive the loss for a second time.

~

When the Jedi Temple comes fully into view, you have to admit it’s quite impressive. A massive, cone-shaped mountain sits amidst a whole entourage of smaller ones, looking as though it’s been pushed up from the surface. The ground surrounding it’s rocky base is raised and cracked, creating an incline around the circumference.

Din lands the Slave I in near record time, almost recklessly. The moment the ship settles into rest, you and Din leap up from your seats before the engines have even fully shut down. Normally, Din would do one last check of the controls and such, but he’s pulsing with so much anticipation he’s already running out of the cockpit. You’re barely able to keep up with him, and it never ceases to amaze you how fast Din can move for being such a mass of beskar and muscle.

When the loading bay door eases open, a slightly cool breeze floats in, bringing with it the smell of faint petrichor and dust. Din immediately bolts down the door, rushing out into the prairie. You follow hastily, the tall grass tickling your legs, and you reach Din’s side. He’s hardly paying attention to you, may not even notice you there, because he’s so focused desperately looking for any sign of life.

“He’s here somewhere, he’s got to be here.” The last, stressed word Din utters sounds all at once furious and dejected. He paces out a few more yards, scanning every direction for any possible sign of someone other than the two of you. You do the same, spinning on your heel, eyes searching. Oddly, you feel that you need to go further west, like something is tugging you there.

“Din. That way.” You point to one of the smaller mountains, the one that has large boulders scattered around it. His whips in your direction, then to where you’re pointing, then back to you. He jogs over to you, the inky black of his T-visor locked intently on your face. His gaze searches you for a few long seconds, almost making you squirm. 

“Why?” He asks curiously, head turning back to the unassuming mountain. You roll your eyes good-naturedly and gesture to the vast, empty grasslands all around you and Din.

“Does it really matter? He could be anywhere.” You say, starting to fast walk in the direction that pulls you to it. An unfamiliar yet not foreign feeling starts to bubble in your chest, almost like you’re trying to remember a word, but it sits on the tip of your tongue. The grass swishes around your boots, and you shout over your shoulder, “I just have a feeling!”

And you start to run, wind whipping through your hair. It feels like you have a taut piece of string tied around your torso that urges you to go faster, like you’ve been to this place before, that you know it. Of course, that’s illogical, you’ve never been to Lothal before, let alone the Jedi Temple. But as you approach the top of the steady incline you’d been running up, where the base of the mountain starts just past in, the feeling grows in your chest. You slow to a walk, panting slightly, each step forward making that invisible string feel tighter and tighter.

When your line of vision makes it over the crest of the small hill, the weird feeling inside you wails, alongside the pounding beating of your heart. There, standing in the middle of a small, dusty clearing, is a hooded figure. You freeze, and when Din reaches your side, he does to, pants catching in his throat.

“Thought you’d find us eventually.” The hooded figure says, voice easy, and a metal hand emerges from his cloak to pull back the hood. A headful of wheat brown hair and a winning smile greets you, and Luke Skywalker stands before you in the flesh, just as Boba had said. Din wastes no time, stalking towards him until he’s only several paces away.

“I want him back.” He says, a hot anger rising in his voice, and he’s bristling like a loth-cat ready to pounce. If Luke senses the hostility, he doesn’t react in the slightest, nor does he say anything about it. Instead, the young Jedi just smiles and unfurls his other arm, revealing a very familiar, very excited round-eyed baby. You gasp, and it feels like time just stops.

“Never said you couldn’t.” Luke replies and Grogu leaps from his arm, squealing and gurgling like a madman, making a beeline to his dad. Din’s knees shake slightly, before he collapses to the ground just as the green bean makes it to him and Din swoops him into a hug. Grogu shrieks with joy, tiny hands smacking and grabbing Din wherever.

“Ad’ika.” The choked, teary, crackly croak from Din makes has everything moving again, like it all feels real.

The fallout emotions nearly has your knees buckling out from beneath you, like the sky itself fell on top of you with all it’s weight. So many feelings flurry around you and in you that it’s impossible to stop the tears from springing into your eyes and blurring your vision. But radiant, splendid happiness rises above all else, pulling a laugh from your throat. At this, Grogu glances over at you and coos.

“Green bean, is this a dream?” You can’t stop smiling, the pull almost causing your cheeks to ache, and you rush over to Din and Grogu. You sink to the ground next to them, lost in the glossy black of Grogu’s eyes. He starts up squealing again, squirming until you bring a hand up and caress his little head.

“Hi, baby boy. We missed you so much.” You say, tears finally rolling down your cheeks in fat droplets that catch on your chin. Grogu coos and purrs, leaning into your touch, his big ears twitching. You look over at Din, still grinning widely in spite of the tears.

“Told you.” You laugh, nudging him slightly in the arm with your elbow, reaching up to finally wipe at your face with the back of your hand. Din shakes his head slightly, exhaling a small laugh as he scratches at Grogu’s ears with his fingertips, the way you both know the baby likes it.

“Shouldn’t doubt you.” He replies, a peculiar thickness in his voice, and he looks over at you, the light reflecting off the visor. Somehow, the gaze feels more tender than it’s ever been before, more personal, like the helmet isn’t there. The thought makes your heart flutter in your chest and you find yourself thinking about his eyes again. You smother it, forcing instead a gentle smile. Thankfully, the other man there coughs gently to avert attention. Din and you stand up, both facing the Jedi.

“Thank you.” You speak first, the words breathy, and you say it again, “Thank you.”

Luke shrugs easily, hands clasped together in front of him, resting just below his belt. He glances between you and Din, though he oddly sets his sights mostly on you. Luke’s lips quirks downwards ever so slightly, and his brows furrow together, gaze very obviously analyzing.

“Did you sense us?” He asks, and both Din and you are taken aback. Din shares a look with you before he addresses Luke, “No. We got intel.”

It’s spoken a bit like a leading question (which it is), but Luke doesn’t seem to notice, or he does and just doesn’t care. Instead, he only shakes his head and points back in the direction of the Slave I.

“You both were wise to come to the temple, but I was masking our presences,” Luke tilts his head at Grogu, “But you were able to search us out anyways.”

The blonde points at you, a wiry look in his eyes, and it completely befuddles you.

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking to Din quizzically before you look back at Luke. The Jedi suddenly has this peculiar look on his face, a mix half way between genuine shock and amusement. The latter definitely overshadows the two because now Luke has this huge, lopsided grin sprawling across his face.

“Do you really not know?” He asks in earnest, but there’s so much gaiety seeping into his tone you almost mistake him for mocking you. Your confusion grows and somehow, his grin does to.

“I don’t understand...” You mutter, eyebrows knitting together and your gaze turns wary. Din also shifts slightly, more alert, but before either of you can really react any further, Luke throws back his head and laughs jovially. He shakes his head in apparent bewilderment and when his gaze meets yours again, it’s friendly and warm, but piercing.

“My friend,” Luke starts, bright and chuckling, “You are one with the Force.”

Your jaw drops. Din takes a step back in shock. Luke continues talking.

“Really strange how you’ve never noticed— or been noticed— before.” Luke walks forward until he’s standing directly in front of you, so close he’s almost blocking the entirety of your vision. Kindly warmth radiates off him in waves, not quite like the sunshine Din is, but more like a fire, a kindling flame fueled by his sense of ambition, his drive. Luke Skywalker lives a life that is set in motion, he is empowered by it.

“Oh, that’s interesting.” The expression in the Jedi’s ocean blue eyes suddenly changes to one of realization and knowing. He grins boyishly and before you can question him, Luke snatches both of your hands in his and you feel it.

It’s like a pulsing energy suddenly springs to life around you, the shock of it sucks the air from your lungs. It feels like it should be visible, but your eyes aren’t seeing anything, but it’s tangible and there nonetheless. Where you and Luke hold hands, it’s the strongest, and you realize that that energy is emitting from him, but it’s also radiating off of you.

You release Luke’s hands with a strangled gasp and the feeling drastically dissipates, but your fingertips still tingle. You gape like a fish out of water, thoughts racing and eyes darting between Din and Luke.

“I don’t— I’m— That’s crazy.” You manage to choke out. A shuffle and clink of leather and armor from your side turns your head to Din, whose stepping closer to you.

“That’s how you knew where to go,” Din says softly, “How you’ve always known where to go.”

Every time you’ve ever correctly guided him and Grogu somewhere, even though you’d never been to the place yourself, flashes through your mind. You think back on the times that you chose the correct hideaway in every pinch, how each person you knew to avoid turned out to be an enemy. You’d always just thought you had really good intuition, and maybe a little bit of dumb luck, but you realize that you felt that weird pull each time. You glance over at Luke, wide eyed.

“Really?” The whispered word comes out slightly hoarse and suddenly your throat feels dry. The Jedi nods, his blue eyes twinkling with a rising mirth.

“Feels like a tug, doesn’t it?” He asks cheekily, and all you can manage yourself to do is nod dumbly, too shocked by the information to say anything else. Din places his free hand gently on your shoulder, making you startle. He’s looking at you dead on, suddenly very serious.

“You never knew?” His voice is hard, rigid like it goes when he feels betrayed, and it makes a pit open up in the bottom of your stomach. The last thing you want— ever — is to live in a world where Din thinks you’ve taken his trust, his name, and returned each blessing by having lied to him. To betray a Mandalorian is bad, to betray Din would be even worse. You shake your head wildly, trying to formulate a sentence, but the words die on your tongue.

“No! Never, I’m— I never knew.” You just barely prevent yourself from rambling and maybe it’s how frazzled and desperate you are, and maybe it’s fear, but small tears start to form at the corners of your eyes. Din’s hand is still on your shoulder, and it stays there for the duration of his stare stays on you. Your eyes search him in turn, begging every part of him to believe you. 

“Cyare.” After what seems like an eternity, Din finally speaks and it’s so different, so tender, it’s like he’s become a entirely other man. Somehow, this assures you, lights a blush on your face, and you have the sneaking suspicion that every thing has been forgiven. Din’s hand leaves your shoulder and he looks over at Luke.

“... What now?” He asks lowly, and it’s the question you wish that he shouldn’t have to ask. Curse the Empire, the force-seekers, the galaxy at large. You shift, nervous, and the pit in your stomach returns. Luke’s eyes go distant, like he’s lost in a memory.

“Well... it’s undoubtedly risky for two inexperienced Force users to travel without the protection of a Jedi, and extremely dangerous, and probably improper of me to allow, but...” Luke trails off, but the glimmer reappears in his eyes and you’re struck with how ardently his ambition seeps into every aspect of his being. Since when has Luke Skywalker followed the rules? He seems to be thinking that too, with how he winks at you.

“I say it’s now what you make of it. I won’t bother you anymore, unless you ask, and it’ll be the same for other Jedi as well. But only Jedi.” Luke ends on a grave, yet logical note, one that carries a very heavy, but very real implication. For as much influence he may have with swaying other Jedi to not bother you, Din, or Grogu, Luke cannot promise the complacency of force-seekers. Nor can he of Sith.

“I won’t let anything happen to them. Not while my heart still beats with warm blood.” Din says with unflappable conviction, and you know he means it. Din has fought to near death for another before, his compassionate soul commands it, so there’s no doubt that he’ll do it again. It makes your heart swell with how eager he is to keep you and Grogu safe, how willing he is.

“Of course.” Luke dips his head respectfully, hands reaching up to throw his hood back over his head. He sets to leave, you realize, so before he turns away fully, you grab his hand. Briefly, the tingling returns but you ignore it.

“Thank you, Luke Skywalker.” You mean each word and hope you give them all the reverence they deserve. Luke’s stunning blue eyes, deep and mysterious like the ocean, shine with the mirth that you’re beginning to believe is unique to him. He dips his head again, squeezing your knuckles gently.

“You are very welcome.” He says and lets go, pivoting on his heel to walk the grassy plain, his cloak swaying in the breeze. He maneuvers around boulders and rocky deposits before he disappears behind the dip of a hill. You know you may never see him again, pondering that over the faint roar of a speeder powering up, that you may be on your own with your newfound knowledge. Maybe you should have gone with him, to train, to be useful. Grogu is reunited with Din, that was the original purpose of this mission. It didn’t necessarily mean you needed to be with Din.

“Do you... want to go with him?” The way Din’s quiet voice sounds like a yell when he voices your exact thoughts is startling. You almost can’t bring yourself to look at him, but you do anyways, heart aching and eyes misty. Briefly, you meet Grogu’s gaze, but that is far too much for you to handle. You focus on Din’s visor.

“Should I?” You ask, thinking of all the practical, logical reasons you should, ignoring the emotional reasons why you shouldn’t. Din sets down Grogu, who happily begins to play with the dirt, and plants himself firmly in front of you, the tips of his boots nearly touching yours. His presence commands your fully attention and you give it willingly, even though Din feels like he has the heat of the sun behind him. You haven’t broken contact with that blasted T-visor, not even when the tears start to roll all over again.

“Cyare.” He whispers that same word again, even more tender, and this time he cups your cheek. His hand feels like strength and power, like all of his success and skill. Din smooths his thumb over the crest of your cheekbone, smearing the wet line of tears as he does. He caresses you for a moment longer, and you revel in the touch. You’ve yearned for this for as long as you’ve known him.

“I want to show you something.” Din says and his hand leaves your face feeling cold and bare against the breeze. Your eyes flit away from the glass of his visor when you see his other hand raise as well, both dipping to hook fingers under his...

“Din!” You yelp, staring in horror as he breaks his Creed, and oh my Maker, Din, what are you doing?

His helmet is off. You want to look away, should look away, but Din’s eyes are so captivating, and full of love, that you’re glued to them. Beautiful, nut brown— Din has brown eyes!— you don’t realize you’re crying until Din and his wonderful eyes are blurry, like he’s behind a waterfall. The hand returns to your face, cradling your cheek it it’s warm palm.

“Cyare, it’s okay.” Din says and Stars, his voice isn’t muffled by the static of the vocoder, no longer accompanied by the inorganic crackling. It’s rich and fuller, but it’s still melodious and low and gentle, Din’s voice. You choke back another sob, reaching up to cup Din’s cheek in turn, hand shaking like you believe it’s all a cruel illusion, that your hand will touch cold beskar instead.

But it doesn’t, and your palm meets warm, soft tan flesh that’s slightly prickly from facial hair he hasn’t shaved. Din registers the touch and smiles, and your heart soars at the feeling of the tendons moving beneath your fingers and the absolutely breathtaking sight before you.

“You have beautiful eyes. And smile. And hair.” You blubber, taking the chance to really look at the mess of dark brown locks Din has on the top of his head, some strands plastered to his glistening forehead. His smile brightens, doesn’t grow exactly, and it is perfect. You giggle wetly, sniffling as a smile of your own blooms on your face.

“Glad you like it... I’ve been wanting to show you for a long time.” He confesses, his thumb rubbing against the soft of your cheek, exploring each bump, dip, and plain. You feel a small flush start to rise on your face, no doubt tinting your cheeks with a soft heat. You swallow.

“Really?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper, and you search Din’s eyes, an oddly foreign feeling considering you’re used to the industrial dark tint of T-visor glass. He nods and hums in affirmation, and you feel the rumble beneath your hand. That’s when you realize he’d been inching closer, his face at least. He’s so close now, you can nearly see yourself in his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Din asks, mostly absentmindedly but also a bit sheepishly, and his breath is hot on your chin.

Maker.

“Yes.” You manage to say before your brain completely fizzles out and you lose yourself in the sensation of Din’s gentle lips against yours. He is so incredibly warm and soft, if not a bit pokey from his stubble, but perfect all the same. He kisses you like you’re a butterfly’s wing, delicate to the touch, something he needs to be careful with. Din doesn’t implore you to open your mouth, doesn’t deepen it, only kisses with moving, languid lips.

It dissolves so naturally too, a gentle pulling away at the bottom lip when you and Din finally part for a breath of air. You feel just as starry-eyed as he looks, face glazed over with a peacefulness you’re able to reach out and feel for yourself. You prod at the air of content the encases Din, and it swirls around you in response.

“That was amazing.” You say, your hand finally falling from his face to seek his hand. It finds it and his fingers encapsulate yours in a shell of gentle-veiled strength. Din chuckles in his throat and the laugh, uninhibited by his helmet, reverberates in your soul.

“It was my first one.” He replies and it minorly surprises you, but then you remember exactly why it’s his first and the shock disappears. Deciding not to dwell on the laws of his Creed, you focus instead on the unity he feels with you to trust and love you enough to hold you close enough to kiss.

“Well,” You wink at him, “It was very good.”

The small, honey-like smile returns again, stealing your breath away with it’s simple beauty. It fits his face so perfectly, compliments each one of his features. You squeeze his hand, then he does the same, and it’s equal parts sacred and silly.

“Can we kiss again?” You both ask at the same time.

[bookuya]

HELLOOOO I recently discovered you were a fellow Xiao simp (or if I observed correctly 👁️) AND I JUST HAD TO COME IN HERE AFTER YOUR RECENT XIAO FIC

ZOOWEEMAMA YOU DID SO WELL ON MAINTAINING HIS ALOOF PERSONALITY GOOD JOB!!! And the fact that it's not some kind of "oh no suddenly I develop feelings I must ditch old crush" sort of thing just got me,, LIKE HELP YOU PLANNED IT SO NICELY </3

A little brainrot got me,, like,

I personally would think he'd come to a realization that he might not know just how this works. From what I know of Xiao, he's certainly gentle despite the glares and off-putting tone, and usually he's not flushy boy and all that, but it still catches him off guard every now and then when reader decides to occupy his arm with their own pair. I wonder if you've ever wrote him being a little bit flustered? I'd love to see how you'd potray him that way.

All in all, just very proud of you and your writing man! Keep it up!

HELLO HELLO fellow xiao simp!! yes you have observed correctly, and we are now reinited to brainrot 😌 HAHSHSH

but anywho, h-hello?? thank you so much, im so honored you feel that way! (and omg zoo wee mama from diary of the wimpy kid HAHA) i mostly followed the main plot of the fake dating and etc. from the original "seasons of blossom", but i tried to make it as accurately as i could to xiao for the romantic chemistry! a lot of dialogue was added, for example: when the reader was going on a rant about xiao's attractive looks! in the original the main lead didn't do that but i thought it would be a bit cute to write in :) and the event where xiao gives his pen to the reader was actually not going to happen! in the original series, the second male lead (in this case, childe) was the one who was supposed to give the pen but after thinking it about it, i thought it would be so much more unexpected and better if xiao was the one instead, you know?

also for part 2, i plan on going a bit away from the original plot events and writing something that'll suit xiao, his friends, and reader! im also glad that you noticed, i specifically wrote it to show that xiao sparked interest in the reader, but not exactly a crush right away! yes, he makes reader flustered cause he's so goddamn attractive, but i gotta show a little slow burn at least LOL

honestly, i also gotta hand it to @stellumi! this was one of my favorite projects to do and i might even continue and make more drabbles and hcs of the "seasons of blossom" au with xiao and reader. at this point that work is my favorite child HAHAH i loved writing it so much! would yall still be interested if i finished the part 2 and ended it there (MAYBE a part three), but made little additional fics and drabbles from it? i want to know your opinions!

+ i agree,, omg! xiao slowly realizing that he really doesn't know how to exactly fake date, or date someone at all nonetheless, but you're an exception from his swears and glares and other things, like the straightforward things he says to lumine LOL. ALSO ALSO speaking of lumine, completely unrelated sorry but i love her so much in this work. it doesn't seem like how she canonically is, especially with the sudden insults and excessive swearing, but i tried to make it obvious that she's close to the reader and cares about them. like both lumine and reader denying that they like childe for the sake of the other person, although we all know who reader will end up with at the end LOL

did i write xiao before getting flustered? oh my god, if only you saw the deep caverns of my drafts JSKFJFJJD,, im sure in a couple of my works i write xiao getting flustered, but i never write too deep about it since it's usually like headcanons or something BUTTTT i've actually thought about writing something close to that before! just the thought of hugging xiao and teasing him while you're at it—you don't tell that he's flustered from a blush, but you can tell instead from how fast his heart beat races. too bad it would be a whole essay if i went in depth though HAHA 😭

can you tell how passionate i am about my genshintoon part of the collab by what i just wrote?!?? i didnt even realize i went on a rant, sorry about that! but i really love it so much and cannot stop thanking vera for giving me the opportunity to write it 🙏 hopefully i will meet your expectations for the part two of it! oh and also make sure to check out the other works of the genshintoon event, so many amazing writers are also writing things inspired off of beautiful webtoon series, i cant wait to binge read them all at once LOL (and accidentally torture everyone's dash by the spam reblogging)

thank you so much for your feedback and message, i was smiling like an idiot the whole time reading and writing this! make sure to stay hydrated and get enough rest and take care of yourself! <3