#blame it on the storm fanfic

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Blame it on the storm

Summary: After blowing up the Death Star Nineteen-year-old Luke Skywalker is dealing with his new popularity as he became the target of his squad mates' advances. Tired of that situation he asks Din Djarin, a bounty hunter he has just met, to pretend they're in a relationship.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Grogu.

Rating: Mature (+18)

Warnings: Harassment, Descriptions of anxiety episodes.

Tags: Canon Divergence (AU), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Post A New Hope (Star Wars), Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Protective Din Djarin, Tumblr Prompts.

Chapters: 3/3

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A/N: Part 1 of Wonderwall series, this story continues.

Excerpt:

"Do you think it's fair? That you can't feel my lips the way I'm feeling yours?"

That made Luke frown "I want to feel you, I won't lie, but I understand and respect your creed. Please Din, don't worry about me." He said resting his forehead against the base of the helmet, so close but yet so far from Din's mouth.

"I don't think it's fair." He said flatly and Luke startled.

"Din?"

"I want to kiss you Luke, my way and your way."

Chapter 3: Glimpses

Two weeks had passed since the storm broke, two weeks of spending their free time together, spending the nights talking and sharing stories and Luke was relishing every moment.

One of those evenings, inside the Razor Crest's cockpit Luke was sitting on the pilot seat as Din was teaching him how to use the console.

"And if you touch this we die." The mandalorian said pointing at a switch right in front of Luke's chest. The blonde frowned as his throat tightened and when Din was withdrawing his hand, Luke grabbed it, squeezing a little. He looked up with sadness in his blue eyes.

"That was a joke." Din said staring at his face.

"I know, it's not about that." He blinked sighing "You're gonna leave soon." Luke explained bringing Din's hand to his face. The mandalorian caressed his cheek and Luke hummed closing his eyes, leaning into the touch. The way they could be so comfortable around each other amused Luke to the point that he didn't need to fake any display of affection anymore, it came so natural and easily, especially knowing that Din would reciprocate him.

The corners of Luke's mouth quirked up as he started to feel those now well-known fluttering butterflies in his stomach when something oddish happened, a glimpse of a pair of brown eyes invaded his mind, taking him by surprise. He opened his eyes immediately, only to find Din cupping his chin in his hand, still looking at him. Luke swallowed understanding that he had just saw something forbidden, something he shouldn't have seen, Din Djarin's eyes.

Brown.

Luke stood up slowly, knowing that he couldn't say a word about it since he hid the fact that he was a force-user from Din. He thought back to the morning the mandalorian asked him about the lightsaber. They were sitting on the floor and Din tilted his head down "I've never seen a weapon like that one." He said pointing at the saber hanging from Luke's belt. Luke couldn't tell him the truth although he didn't know why. He told him that it was broken, that he didn't know how it worked and that it belonged to his late father. They never touched the subject again since then. Deep down Luke believed that Din wouldn't understand about the force, mainly because he didn't know enough about it himself. What if Din rejected him because of his peculiar abilities?

And worse, he thought that he was breaking Din's creed by receiving those visions, even when he had no control over that. Nevertheless he felt a knot in the pit of his stomach, the feeling of guilt so great that it was engulfing his whole being. How and why the force was showing him that when it meant betraying Din's trust?

"No! I don't want this!" Luke's voice quavered as he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head energetically.

Din froze and took his hand away from him pulling back.

"Sorry." Din mumbled.

Luke opened his eyes, stupor written all over his face, his heart clenching realizing he might have hurt Din's feelings. "Oh, no, I don't mean this." He closed the space between them "I don't mean you, Din." He said seizing Din's upper arm and boring into his visor, then he rested his face and his forearms on Din's chest plate as the mandalorian grabbed him by his elbows. He was desperate to muddle through, his eyes widened when he finally knew exactly what to say "I was talking about you leaving. I don't want you to leave." He knew he sounded pathetic and maybe that desperate lie would discourage Din from keeping on with their agreement, but he couldn't say the truth "You think I'm stupid and a whiny kid, don't you?" Luke asked afraid that the mandalorian would find his behaviour ludicrous.

Din started rubbing circles on his back with his hands "No. I understand." He said in a low-pitched voice. "I think I feel the same."

Luke frowned and pulled back to stare at his visor "You do?"

"Yes, but don't let it go to your head, Skywalker." He said nodding and Luke sighed relieved because he got away with it and also because he unintentionally made Din confess that he didn't want to part ways either.

Two weeks had passed, some mornings Luke woke up sprawled all over Din's body, some mornings their legs and arms were tangled, and it never felt awkward, not even once. Luke didn't even mind when he went to the fresher and saw the edges of the beskar plates marked on his skin, it was a pleasure, he would walk into the multi-purpose room sporting those marks with pride, even when he was freezing to death, and Brando would look at his marked arms with round eyes and then look away. It was heaven.

Two weeks had passed and more often than not while Luke was minding his own business, the vision of Din's eyes came to haunt him out of the blue. Every time it happened, Luke closed his eyes allowing himself to remember them, reveling in the softness of Din's gaze, so deep and mesmerizing, he remembered every detail, the way that those brown eyes glistened, the way they transpired fondness and wonderment, and even when that was something prohibited, Luke couldn't help but love everything about them.

~

"No, the storm didn't end, Luke." Leia said through gritted teeth, narrowing her eyes "It didn't end, just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, and the day before." She nodded staring into Luke's blue eyes.

Luke swallowed hard and looked down avoiding his friend's eyes "I'm just checking. I'm sorry if I bothered you by asking you that."

"Luke, I know you're worried sick about Din Djarin leaving, but you just need to focus." The princess said handing out some papers to Luke's comrades while she stared at the blonde. "We're in the middle of something here and, while I do respect you and your feelings, I need to remind you that we're stuck here but we're still working on the next step."

"I know." Luke said scratching his head, grimacing.

"Well, I'm glad you've found time for romance but we need you." She stated as she nodded and patted his arm, then she walked away.

Leia was right, Luke was pushing everything aside because of a fake relationship, the thing was that he didn't feel that it was fake anymore. He was developing feelings for Din and that was beyond doubt.

Talking with Din became his favourite pastime. They used to sit on the floor of the Razor Crest's docking port for hours, that afternoon Din was staring at Luke's hand in his when he absentmindedly started to interlace their fingers "I've noticed that your hands are as big as mine." The mandalorian said under his breath.

The blonde chuckled "Shocking, huh? Big hands for a tiny guy." He shrugged smiling.

"I didn't mean that." Din said looking up and staring at Luke's face.

The visor between them made Luke think back to Din's brown eyes, and his heart broke understanding that he could never really look into them.

"Din, what would happen if you remove your helmet?" He asked brushing his fingers tenderly across the back of Din's hand.

"I remove my helmet all the time." He shrugged, Luke was looking at him gaping. "When I'm alone." He added "But if I remove it in front of others I can't put it on, like, ever again. And my people wouldn't consider me a mandalorian anymore."

Luke gasped "You wouldn't be a mandalorian anymore." He nodded terrified knowing that he had already seen a glimpse of Din's features. He frowned staring down "Okay, what if you think you're alone and you take your helmet off and someone runs into you, by accident?"

"I'm not longer a mandalorian."

"But it would be accidental, not your fault at all." Luke insisted shifting on the floor.

"Even if an enemy remove my helmet in battle I'm not longer a mandalorian." Din said running his gloved fingers over Luke's inner wrist making the blonde shiver.

"Alright-" Luke hummed trying to ignore the way the mandalorian was making his skin prickle "What if someone dreams about your face? That's, uh-" Din stopped moving his fingers against him all of a sudden. "That wouldn't be your fault." He said under his breath.

The mandalorian was frozen, he looked away.

"Din?" He asked leaning into him.

"What are you talking about, Skywalker?" He asked looking at him again.

And Luke felt a cold wave all over his chest, he knew he was acting weird again and maybe this time, Din would definitely run away from him.

Luke tried to say something but he was babbling.

Din tilted his head "How can someone dream about a face that they've never seen?"

He was right and also very wrong because Luke's been daydreaming about his eyes for days now. Luke pressed his lips together and looked down holding Din's hand again.

The mandalorian sighed outstretching his legs "Alright, I think I understand what you're trying to say, and I thought about it a lot in the past." He crossed his legs at his ankles, Luke looked at his feet and then at his helmet again. "Let's just say that I'm taking my helmet off in the Tatooine desert to drink some water, I look around and I'm completely alone, right? If there's someone hiding peeking from behind some rock or whatever, and they've actually seen my face, then I put my helmet back on and I leave without even knowing about it, then there's no way to know I broke the creed. There, I'm still a mandalorian."

They remained silent for a while and Luke was overwhelmed by Din's openness thinking that, although he wouldn't say a word about the visions, he should say something about the force and how it affected his life. He felt like he couldn't hide that part of himself anymore, his stomach churned as he felt the need to tell Din his secret.

"Have you heard about the force, Din?" He asked sheepishly, blinking as his eyelashes caressed his cheeks.

Din took his time before answering, making Luke look up at him again.

"Force? Like energy?" He finally asked.

Luke's eyes glistened "Yes! Yes!" He nodded enthusiastically, moving to kneel in front of Din.

"Is this about those power converters you told me about?" Din asked resting his forearms on his own knees "Maybe I can bring some power converters next time Organa hires me."

That let Luke utterly deflated. He sighed rubbing his hand across his forehead "Yeah, thanks. That'd be great." He looked at Din as sadness clouded his features. Maybe I should leave well enough alone, he thought. Din reached out a hand to caress his cheek.

"Your eyes look sad." Din observed stroking his skin with his thumb, Luke sighed. "Please, don't think about the storm, mesh'la, just live for the moment."

Luke moved to sit between Din's legs resting his back against Din's chest, Din wrapped his arms around his torso, holding him from behind, Luke stroked his arms sighing leaning the back of his head on Din's pauldron.

Live for the moment, Luke. Live for the moment.

The sensation of knuckles caressing his cheek brought him out of sleep. "Wake up, cyar'ika, it's dinner time." He heard Din said. He wiggled his legs in protest rubbing his still closed eyes with his hands earning a chuckle from Din "Mesh'la." The mandalorian said under his breath and he sounded amused.

When Luke finally opened his eyes he found that Din was actually running his knuckles over his cheek and when he realized he wasn't wearing his gloves he straightened up as his eyes widened "You took your gloves off." He said turning around as his face lit up. "I like that."

The mandalorian nodded and hummed "Good to know."

~

That evening in the multi-purpose room, while Luke was sitting at a large table surrounded by his squad mates Din showed up and everyone went silent.

The mandalorian made a pause by the entrance and when he spotted Luke he kept walking. The man sitting next to Luke stood up and left the table in a blink of an eye, and Din took his place. Luke looked surprised, it was the first time that Din joined him for dinner since that evening when they agreed to pretend they were dating.

The questions were not slow in coming as one of the pilots at the table addressed them "Skywalker and the mandalorian." He said pushing his bowl to the side "How did you two meet? Huh? I mean you're an unlikely couple." The rest of the pilots didn't make a sound.

Luke laughed staring at his stew "He was visiting Tatooine." He looked at Din "Remember Tatooine, honey?" He asked putting his hand atop Din's on the table, the mandalorian nodded.

"Oh, so you know Luke since he was a kid?" Brando sassed sitting at the end of the table giving Din a dirty look "You're certainly much older than him, I find that a little disturbing, man."

Luke squeezed Din's hand and he looked at Brando as a line appeared between his eyebrows "Nothing like that, we met last year, if you're trying to call my husband-to-be a creep then you should look in the mirror." Din squeezed his hand back as the blonde's jaw clenched.

Brando looked offended "Are you calling me a creep, Skywalker?"

Luke faked a smile "You are." He rose to his feet as Din was craning his neck to stare at him, then Luke walked towards the end of the table leaning his hand on the table boring into Brando's eyes "You're the one that kept pushing and pushing, trying to get in my pants when you knew exactly that I wasn't interested and taking advantage of my numbness, but guess what? I'm not taking your shit anymore. Next time you try and mess with me or my partner, or anyone here-" He said gesturing around with his hand "I'll do everything in my power to kick you out of the rebel alliance." He leaned forward searching for Brando's reaction "Understood?"

Brando looked at the rest of the pilots and everyone was staring down "Guys?" He asked like trying to find some support.

"Brando, we're not playing here, we have a mission. Skywalker is right, just let it go, man. Let it go." Killian said shrugging.

Luke was holding Brando's gaze until the man looked down sighing "I understand, officer." He nodded and rolled back his shoulders "I'm sorry."

What?

The words coming from Brando took Luke by surprise, he leaned back trying not to show how astonished he was, he was still staring at the pilot with piercing eyes.

Luke nodded and turned around walking towards Din, his eyes fixed on the visor as he was approaching him, completely avoiding the rest of the people around them, if he had a look at them he would have found that everyone was looking at him in awe "Din?" He asked under his breath and the mandalorian nodded standing up. He took Din's hand in his and they started walking to the exit. Leia was standing by the opposite end of the large table, crossing her arms over her chest, the blonde and the princess locked eyes for a second and Luke could see in her smile how much she was enjoying her friend's courage display.

They kept walking hand in hand and Luke didn't say a word until they entered the hangar, he started running forcing Din to do the same since he was still clasping his gloved hand. His heart was running fast and his breath was coming uneven but it was out of joy and satisfaction. He laughed merrily walking up the Razor Crest's ramp and when Din closed it behind them he felt a pull, Din was bringing him close to him. His eyes met his visor at the same moment the mandalorian was draping his arms around him and when he heard Din's chuckle his heart soared.

"Did you see that?" Luke chortled amused. He looked radiant and his blue eyes were shining, like they were suddenly holding all the stars in the galaxy within them.

The mandalorian nodded and cupped his face in his hands "Yes, cyar'ika. I'm so proud of you." He didn't sound as usual, Luke could hear that his wonted aplomb wasn't there anymore, his tone was high-pitched and that made Luke giggle and scrunch his nose.

I did this, I'm the reason why Din is dumbfounded. He couldn't believe it.

"I'm kriffing shaking, Din." He admitted smiling and leaning his hands on his chest plate. Din hummed.

"I can tell." He said now in a lower voice.

"Can't believe it! Can't believe I told him that he was a creep! Gods! I finally said it! I feel like I'm gonna float away any minute now." Luke didn't know that he was carrying a load burden until that moment and for the first time in weeks, he felt he was free. Then his heart fluttered when he realized that Din's hands holding his face were his anchor, he wouldn't fly away, because Din was there to keep him on the ground and in his arms. And safe. And loved.

Loved? Is that what you want?

Fuck!

"When you told him he should look in the mirror..." Din said bringing Luke out of his thoughts. He chuckled "When you told him that if he messed with anyone here you'll see to it that he's kicked out of the rebel alliance-" He nodded "That was amazing, Luke." He added stroking Luke's cheeks with his thumbs.

"How did I look? Because my heart was thudding like crazy the whole time." Luke asked frowning, absentmindedly brushing his fingers up and down Din's chest plate.

Din looked down sighing "You looked amazing."

Those words made Luke beam, he was delighted, laughing and tossing his head back "I can't believe I don't need you anymore!" He exclaimed and Din's hands felt tense against his cheeks all of a sudden. The mandalorian froze. Luke was still smiling and then he frowned tilting his head "Din?" He asked as Din withdrew his hands and pulled away from him. "Din!" He said in a demanding tone.

Din took a few steps back and nodded "Yes. You don't need me anymore." He said as his visor was fixed on Luke's eyes "Congratulations."

Luke swallowed around the lump in his throat, hearing the way Din's voice broke a little. He started shaking his head slowly, looking into the black visor, as he started closing the distance between them.

"No, Din. Please, I'm sorry. Please." He pleaded resting his face on his pauldron and grabbing Din's arms, moving them like trying to wrap them around his waist. Din stood stock-still, Luke frowned feeling a coldness that he'd never felt before around the mandalorian, let alone with his arms around him. "Please Din, hold me." His voice quivered as his heart throbbed and when he felt Din's fingers digging into his waist only to push him away, Luke looked up at him feeling tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

"It's okay, Skywalker." The mandalorian said "It's okay." He said again and it sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

"Din..." Luke said as a he blinked back tears "You don't understand, this was painful, the whole time." Din was staring at him. "You don't know how hard it was for me to pretend you were my boyfriend and knowing that it was a damn joke! Because of them." He pointed at the wall "Because they kept harassing me and it made me feel like shit. And I didn't want to be with any of them, I wanted to be with you. I want to be with you."

The mandalorian flinched slightly.

"Yes, Din, I don't want to pretend anymore, I don't need you like that, because I don't want to pretend I'm not having these damn feelings for you, I need you in a different way, shit! In a real, honest way." He closed the space between them again and this time he encircled Din's neck with his arms "I want you." He said almost whispering and planting a kiss on his helmet, right beside the T-shaped visor "Do you want me, Din? Do you, please?" He moaned kissing the beskar again.

He could feel the way Din's chest rumbled, the mandalorian groaned grabbing Luke by his waist "Fuck, yes, Luke. I want you too." He sounded wrecked, he moved his hands to the blonde's small back and brought him close to him. Luke gasped felling knots in his abdomen as Din was pressing their foreheads together.

Luke's chest was tight and his hands were shaking. When they pulled their heads back Luke smiled softly at Din and then he nuzzled his neck, closing his eyes. Din helped him pull the fabric down exposing his neck, and the blonde understood that it was a silent plea and an invitation all in one. He kissed the skin that he once caressed with his fingers and Din pressed his hands against him a little harder, squeezing, encouraging Luke to experimentally press open-mouthed kisses and drawing circles on his skin with the tip of his tongue.

Din moved a hand to Luke's head finding his golden hair, running his fingers up and down the nape of his neck "Luke?" He asked with a hoarse voice.

Luke hummed still focused on Din's neck.

"Are you sure?" He asked digging his fingers into the flesh of his lower back.

Luke pulled back a little finding his visor "Yes."

Din stared at him for a while and brushed his lips with his gloved fingers "Do you think it's fair? That you can't feel my lips the way I'm feeling yours?"

That made Luke frown "I want to feel you, I won't lie, but I understand and respect your creed. Please Din, don't worry about me." He said resting his forehead against the base of the helmet, so close but yet so far from Din's mouth.

"I don't think it's fair." He said flatly and Luke startled.

"Din?"

"I want to kiss you Luke, my way and your way." Din said rubbing his helmet against Luke's face.

Luke couldn't hide the feeling of wonderment when he heard those words coming from the man that has been taking his breath away for days now "Gods, Din, yes." He said out of breath hiding his face in the crook of Din's neck "But you can't take your helmet off." He clasped him by his pauldrons.

"I can take my helmet off if you think you can keep your eyes closed." Din said and Luke pulled his head back gaping. The blonde nodded.

~

I can't believe he trusts me that much. Luke thought when he was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. He felt the soft touch of fingers on his chin, he shuddered realizing that Din wasn't wearing his gloves again. Then Din's finger ran down until it reached the dip below his throat.

"You're gorgeous, Luke."

He sighed closing his eyes even tighter and Din's lips were on his cheek. Luke frowned feeling a tickle "You have a moustache." He grinned holding Din's face in his hands.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't. I love it." He answered and then he felt those lips on his own, the touch was soft and warm, and their noses were brushing against each other in a way that made Luke melt against the wall, and he was sliding down, slowly, Din's hands around his waist holding him in place, hauling him to his feet.

The way Din's lips parted a little and the warmth of his breath against his skin sending shivers down Luke's spine. And then, the glimpses all over again. Luke frowned as the mental image of thin lips crowned by a well trimmed moustache emerged from a purple mist, he clutched Din's pauldrons in desperation. He panicked afraid that he would open his eyes any minute now "Wait. Wait. Wait."

His hands were still on Din's shoulders when the mandalorian was pulling back, he could feel Din's bewilderment through the force and it felt sickening.

"I'm sorry Din but I can't, ah, I can't keep my eyes closed, this is too good and I'm losing control." He said bringing Din close "So good, Din, you feel so good." He sighed.

"Alright. Don't open your eyes until I tell you so." He deadpanned pulling away from him.

Luke was feeling affronted by the way Din was backing down so easily "That's it? That's all? Wait!" He said arching his eyebrows, eyes still closed "What about a blindfold?"

~

Luke was waiting for him standing in front of the bunk, Din walked towards him holding a strip of dark cloth "I put this on my targets." He shrugged staring down at the piece of cloth "I don't know, it feels wrong."

"I'm okay with that." Luke said nonchalantly taking the blindfold from Din, smirking.

Din chuckled "Stubborn."

"Part of my charm, right?" Luke said boring into his visor smiling and Din hummed nodding, that was the last thing Luke saw before covering his eyes with the cloth.

They were pressed flush against each other and even with all the beskar plates on him, Luke could feel the mandalorian's warmth against his own body.

His skin was aflame with every shared kiss, the kisses were deeper now, and Luke felt a rumble inside his mouth every time Din groaned, their tongues tangled making his head spin, he nibbled at Din's bottom lip more than once and Din captured his lips between his own.

His heart was thumping against his ribs. Their chests heaved against each other, he trembled when he felt Din's fingers pulling at the collar of shirt, then those lips were pressing open-mouthed kisses on his now exposed shoulder.

The glimpse of Din's eyes and his eyebrows reaching Luke through the force "So beautiful." The blonde muttered and moaned feeling Din's curls in his hand as he was stroking his hair.

He heard Din groaning in his ear and the tightness in his lower belly was overwhelming him.

"Din..." He said whimpering as he rocked his hips against Din's and he felt the way the mandalorian was pulling apart and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the improvised bed on the floor. His knees touched the soft blankets and then a strong arm was hooked around his torso holding him steady and lying him down on his back. Luke relished in the softness of the blankets, resting his head on the pillow. He sighed feeling Din's hands traveling the sides of his body up and down.

"Are you sure, mesh'la?" The sweet breath of his lover so close to his still clothed navel.

The glimpse of Din's brown eyes invading him, looking up at him tenderly, adoringly.

With trembling fingers Luke undid his trousers and he heard a sigh coming from Din. Then Din's breath was against his forehead, kisses pressed on his nose, his skin prickled with want when he felt Din's hand closing in a fist around him and he arched his back moaning his name. He heard the sound of a zip and he swallowed hard in anticipation knowing that Din was surely freeing himself too.

"Luke." He heard Din saying over and over again as he took both of them in his fist, and he let out a gasp when Din started stroking and squeezing and rubbing them against each other finally finding a pace. Luke was coming apart beneath him and in his hand, between sloppy heated kisses and desperate touches, and when the darkness started turning into whiteness, he could finally see the vision of Din's face through the haze inside his mind, his moustache and his patched beard, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, his eyebrows knotted together out of pleasure and his dark brown curls all messy, it was the most beautiful thing that Luke had ever seen. Luke felt Din resting his face against his own while he was still coming down and his heart leapt inside his trembling chest.

"Cyar'ika." He heard Din saying under his breath and he couldn't help but want to live in that moment forever.

~

Luke was roused from sleep by Din stirring beneath him, he blinked staring at his visor as a playful smile appeared on his face. He stroked the slopes of his helmet sighing, admiring every inch of his lover's beskar still reminding his gorgeous face, then he frowned, he was remorseful for the way he enjoyed seeing Din's face but this time he was convinced that, technically, he wasn't breaking his creed, therefore he tried to compose himself.

He couldn't stop hugging Din from behind when the mandalorian was putting his boots and gloves on, leaning his face on his pauldron, looking up at him with doe-y eyes. When Din finished he tilted his head down to stare at him, he sighed drawing his hand to Luke's face to caress his cheek.

"How do you feel, Luke?"

Luke frowned and then grinned devilishly "What do you think, Din?" He huffed "Now that this is real..." He added pressing his fingers against Din's chest plate.

That made Din grunt and shift a little "Don't label this, it wasn't fake then and it's not real now, and you know that." Luke's stomach clenched realizing that he was getting ahead of himself as usual and, most likely, daunting Din in the process. And there he was, wrapped around the man that rocked his world feeling like he was a naive kid who could only make a fool of himself. Din wouldn't be impressed if he was already planning their wedding after only one make-out session and their first encounter.

"Oh, right! You're right! Sorry." He finally said and then he drew his bottom lip between his teeth.

"It's just the way it is, cyar'ika. You don't need to overthink it." Din explained stroking his hair now eliciting a smile from Luke.

"I know." He said running his hands around Din's waist "Live for the moment, right?" He nodded.

"Yeah, live for the moment." Din replied turning around and bringing their foreheads together.

~

They were walking through the hangar, Luke was casting glances at Din, and he felt a sudden flare of joy, he bumped Din's arm with his shoulder, hardly suppressing his contentment by pressing his lips together, Din tilted his head holding his gaze behind the visor and Luke beamed, finally offering him a flirtatious smile as the mandalorian brushed his hand with his knuckles.

He chuckled shaking his head, closing his eyes when someone ran into them. They came to a halt, staring at Polina, Leia's right hand was standing in front of them "Good news Officer Skywalker, mandalorian, sir." She said shifting her gaze between them "The storm is over, we can go out. They're waiting for you, red five is almost ready, Officer." She nodded and then turned around leaving Luke and Din transfixed, rooted to the spot.

Luke's smile slipped from his face as sadness took him over, he blinked feeling that the spell was broken, that the man right beside him was suddenly unreal, his arms, his voice, his kiss, the past days, the fluttering butterflies, everything was falling down around him and a feeling of emptiness settled in his stomach.

"Luke." He heard him said and his voice was so soft and lovely that it sent shivers down Luke's spine.

"Luke." He insisted seizing his hand "They're waiting for you."

Luke looked up at him "I know." He said under his breath.

"You should go."

"What about you? This is a reconnaissance mission, I'm coming back in two hours tops..." He said not caring about showing his keenness "Would you wait for me?"

Din squeezed his hand "I'm late, Luke."

"You can leave tomorrow, just-" He frowned resting his free hand on Din's chest plate trying to convince himself that he was real, that Din was really there.

"My people are waiting for these credits, they depend on me to survive, Luke." He closed the distance between them as Luke's eyes starting brimming with tears "I gave you my link, you can com me."

Luke nodded sighing "I will."

Then those gloved fingers were caressing his hair and the nape of his neck finally bringing their foreheads together and Luke's heart was thudding heavily inside his chest.

"I'll see you again cyar'ika, I promise." Din said and pulled back, he looked at Luke for a moment and then turned around.

Luke stood still staring at his distant form until he disappeared behind the ships surrounding the Razor Crest.

Luke went to his bedroom and put his flight suit on, he came back to the hangar thinking that Din was already crossing the galaxy when he spotted Din's ship ready to leave the hangar. His lips parted when he looked at the ramp and saw Din standing on it, his visor fixed on him. He turned around and closed the ramp behind him, a few seconds later the ship crossed the gate and took off while Luke was standing right beside his X-Wing holding his helmet between his arm and his hip.

Once he jumped into his ship Luke's comlink was blinking, he pressed the button frowning.

"You look gorgeous in orange, Skywalker."

The message ended and Luke chuckled putting his helmet on. Even when his heart was broken, Din Djarin managed to give him those stupid butterflies again.

~

The elevator door closed before his eyes, he was holding his breath and his heart was running fast, he held the little one close to his chest, he could feel the little force-user's distress through the force.

He frowned confused, he couldn't believe that he has just ran into the man he pushed out of his life six years earlier on Dagobah, and that he was going to see him again soon, because Din Djarin was the guardian of his first Padawan and he promised the kid that he was going to visit him in a few cicles.

"Don't worry, Grogu. If there's something I know about your mandalorian friend is that he always keeps his promises." He caressed the baby's chest and the baby caressed his gloved hand back.

Luke narrowed his eyes walking down the hallway waltzing through the pieces of dark troopers he annihilated minutes ago, he kept walking until he was in front of his X-Wing. He climbed up his ship and got inside the cockpit. The kid looked at him with big brown eyes, they burned with sadness "I know Grogu." He said soothing his hand on the baby's back.

He looked at his comlink, it didn't blink, he found himself wanting to get a message from the mandalorian, even when he knew he was being selfish. He shook his head, trying to forget the desperation in Din's voice when he recognized him and asked him if he was a Jedi. Guilty started corroding him. A four-year long-distance relationship and he didn't tell Din he was a force-user, and now this remarkable child sitting on his lap brought them together, forcing Luke to admit that he was a Jedi, and Din's words were still stabbing him right through his heart.

"I've been looking for a Jedi for so long, I put the child in danger looking for your people, we've lost everything."

His heart sank realizing that he hurt Din without even knowing. He looked down, Grogu was sleeping, everything was silent, but Din's words kept coming back, haunting him.

"I'm so sorry, Din." He said under his breath watching the blurry stars before his eyes and he held on to the hope that they could settle things up. He frowned thinking that meaningful connections are created by design "What were the odds?" He asked to himself. Was the force trying to tell him something? The force, the same that he kept in secret in the past was now making their paths cross again. He held Grogu's tiny hand sighing, a little force-user calling him through the force led him to Din Djarin, the only man he has ever loved, again.

He blinked lost in thought.

"It's just the way it is, cyar'ika. You don't need to overthink it."

The galaxy felt not only smaller than ever that night, but also, a little brighter.

[wroteclassicaly]

No one really prepared you for it. They’d told you, sure, but you were always scared, always afraid you’d do something wrong to hurt him, that it would be painful for you, that he wouldn’t be attracted to you after it was over, that things would smell that shouldn’t. Should you do this, should you do that? A plethora of reasons came with why you had remained a virgin until you were in your 20’s.

And then you had sex with Eddie Munson…

He admires your stamina, your newly accumulated energy. How you went from this shy girl with tears in her eyes the first time he pressed into your cunt and nearly blew his load then and there, to the girl that insisted on having her mouth, hand, or pussy around his cock a majority of the time. You weren’t scared any longer, but hungry, fucking starved for it after you had a taste. Sex is amazing, and Eddie Munson is your dedicated god to worship.

That smart ass mouth, those talented fingers. If you weren’t touching yourself thinking about them, you were begging him, teasing him for them. It didn’t matter where you were, either. Eddie had through his magazines and interest within their centerfold contents made him the freak, but you were into anything. Even camping with your friends didn’t stop you.

As soon as the tent was up, the rain shrouded everyone’s activities for the better part of the evening, you were shoving Eddie into the wind-whipped material and closing it with a hasty ease, not even bothering with its unclosed flaps. You had shoved his shirt up, pulled on his chain, helped him assist in getting his pants below his ass, and your panties were pulled to the side as you rode him with focussed vigor.

“Love this, Eds. You always feel so good.”

You babble when you’re gone. Eddie is arching, trying not to be your little puppet, but with your warm and wet pussy bouncing on him, your cream pouring out around your opening and soaking his bush — he whines. “Jesus Christ, baby. You’re such a little sex fiend now.”

“Oh?” You roll your hips into a more agonizingly slow set of movements. It’s enough for Eddie to hear the summer storm, the culprit of this ruined camp day (fuck, this is a better end result), and the smell of the fragrant scent of those white flowers on the tall trees and their overhanging branches, seeping into the tent’s expanse.

You lean down and he eagerly accepts a kiss from your swollen mouth, cupping your cheek to take another. Your nose nudges his own as you finish your sentence. “Since I’m such a fiend, guess who isn’t getting to cum?”

You really fucking love sex now. Especially with Eddie Munson.

[fallingskywaterr]

I know that on AO3 I’m the only one so far to write a fic about this rare pair, but I’m wondering if anyone’s seen anything else featuring these two elsewhere? I wrote Vacaciones partly on a dare that got out of hand when I realised that these two assholes could actually mesh really well. Curious to see another take on their possible relationship (especially how they could get together).

[ghostinthegallery]

Dead gods Szeras is so damn annoying to paint he is a menace and a war criminal and I am off to make him everyone else's problem

[catsharkie]

what if ds9 had tumble

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the wormhole :) 

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STATUS UPDATE, I WON THE ART COMPETITION! 

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[just-some-random-blogger]

Could I pretty please request a cregan fanfic, where he gets jealous/possessive over the reader? I adore the way you write him! Thank you so much for your time❤️❤️

A/N: this has been in my drafts for a while now. i did a birthday poll and cregan did not win by any means but its my birthday and its storming and im sad and i just want someone to be kind to me. i hope you like this nonnie

Flicker

One could easily say that Lord Cregan Stark was a fair person. He is just and generous with the decisions he makes for his people. But if the matter is with his bride, there is no just or generous, only selfish and greedy; he has no inclination to share.

Cregan Stark x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, irrational!cregan lol, fluff?, typos, etc.

Cregan clenches his jaw at the sight of you from across the yard. Not one, but two young lords are hot on your heels. They have not let up tailing you since they've arrived and, what's worse, is that you have been so terribly temperate with them.

The Lord Of Winterfell is beside himself in jealousy, and as the hour grows later, the cloud over him grows darker.

He could not blame those... young lords for acting a moth drawn to flame, in fact, he understood perfectly, but he can blame them for taking up your time. This was a harvest festival after all. How can Lady Stark make her rounds with two shadows weighing her down?

Just as you giggle at whatever nonsense was spoken to you, you turn and find not two faces but one broad back. Cregan grumbles, "boys."

The young lords, with their grins, nod at their liege lord, "Lord Stark."

"I'm sure my wife has enjoyed your company, but, it is nigh time for her to entertain other matters."

You come to your husband's side. He turns to you, seeing your smile's been replaced with raised brows. His own furrow.

"Come now, my lord," one of the two speak, "we were just telling our dear lady the folklo-"

"My dear lady had much else to do," Cregan interrupts, voice louder than necessary. He rolls his shoulders back, and suddenly the great sword on his back is more apparent than it was moment ago.

Though the two knew the Lord was not quick to resort to violence, still, they understood that it was time for them to depart, so they do.

Your face contorts as you watch your husband's nostrils flair after the two leave, his hot breath condensing with the cold air. He turns to you and you expect him to give you a talking to. You are frozen in shock when he merely nods and walks away.

Confusion holds your features, so you follow him. Cregan simply goes back to what he was doing, however, which was speaking to one of the farmers about the colts in his stables.

You are left confused, and honestly hurt by the strange treatment from him. After realizing he did not actually want you around him, you find something else to do. Cregan, though kept constantly preoccupied, keeps a close watch, and he is glad that no one lingers longer than they should this time around.

By the end of the day, when you are home eating supper, there is a tension between you two that only you can feel. Cregan is happily finishing his meal when you call out to him.

He averts his attention from his nearly empty bowl to you, "yes, my love?"

You press your lips together, doubting the otherwise plain way the pet name falls off his lips. You procure the gift you'd ben keeping on your lap the whole dinner, pushing it across the table to your husband.

Cregan's brows quirk at the wrapped object. He unfolds it, finding the gift to be a handful of candies. He turns back with a smile, "sweeties."

You return his smile with a softer one, "your favorite."

He pushes the sweets to the middle of the table, "dessert."

You turn to your bowl; you've only eaten half of your food, but your appetite was no longer present. Your husband takes a sweetie, then pushes it closer to you, urging you to take one. So, you do, popping it in your mouth.

"Thank you, love."

You release a breath, finally finding it in you to relax upon receiving the expression you did, "I take it you are no longer cross with me."

"Cross?" his brows knit, "whoever said such a lie?"

You raise your brows, "you ignored me the whole time after telling off Lord Caplan and Derby."

Cregan clears his throat, straightening up in his chair, "aye, I told them off, but I was not ignoring you. I told you I would be preoccupied greatly today."

You deflate "... Yes," you look around aimlessly, "you did."

Cregan's face hardens. He sighs, pushing his chair back, "come to me."

You stare at him for a moment. Part of you wishes to be difficult but you decide to slowly come over to him. Once you were within arm's reach, he scoops you into him and seals you against his chest.

You instinctively adjust atop him, arm coming around his shoulders while his own circle around your torso. He presses a few kisses on your neck before you lean into him. He rubs your sides, "forgive me if it appeared so, my heart."

You turn to him, frowning, "it did appear so, my lord."

Cregan's brows quirk. My lord? What horror. What pain. He frowns back, eager to set things straight, "how might I make it up to you?"

You ghost your fingertips down his cheek, examining his distraught expression. You lean your forehead against his, "I don't know."

Cregan tightens his hold on you, sighing out, "please. I do not wish to be your lord."

The faintest of chuckles slip past your lips, "mmm, but you are my lord, Lord Stark."

His one hand squeezes your thigh, "do not insult me so cruelly, my love."

You giggle under your breath and cup his cheeks.

Cregan relaxes slightly, but he still urges you with his eyes.

"Very well," you hum, "first, you must confess... were you jealous of the two lords?"

"Yes," he admits unabashedly quick.

You are taken off guard by it. You knit your brows and tilt your head, "w h y ?"

"Why?" he tilts his head the other way, "my person smiles at another. Need I say more?"

You raise a brow in disbelief of his explanation.

Cregan nuzzles against you neck, "I cannot help my feelings. Do not hold it so bitterly against me."

You chuckle and clutch the back of his head, leaning your cheek on him, "now... my dear—"

He perks, pulling away to look at you.

"—why ever would I do such a thing?"

Cregan grins, then peppers kisses across your jaw, "my thoughts exactly."

You push him away, gaining his full attention again, "but there is another thing you must do, silly pup."

His nostrils flare. It is not his favorite pet name, but he'd rather that than my lord. "Name it."

You trace his nose before tapping the tip, "take me to bed."

You yelp at the immediate reaction, as does the chair that crashes behind your husband when he jolts to his feet to carry you back into your quarters.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Love Of My Life

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1675

Summary: When Bucky walks out of your life unexpectedly without a word from him you're left with a broken heart. Three months later he returns, do you forgive him or let him go?

Warnings: angst, begging for forgiveness, happy ending.

Prompt: an old flame rekindled, Theme: Write about letting go, or not wanting to.

Inspired by Queen’s “Love of My Life” song

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader @lfnr-blog-blog-blog for reading this for me. All mistakes are my own. Thank you to @fictional-affairs for the lovely moodboard & @whimsicalrogers for my divider.

A/N 2: this was written for the Winds of Autumn Challenge @the-slumberparty

Reblogs & Comments are welcomed and encouraged. It lets me know you like my work. 😊💜

I do NOT consent to translating or reposting my work on any social media platform, app, or third-party site. If you see my work anywhere besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts, it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

It’s been three months since Bucky walked out of your life. One day you were a happy, loving couple and the next day Bucky came home from a mission as a changed man. He was anxious, short-tempered, and kept his feelings to himself. He wasn’t the man you fell for all those years ago. When you tried to get him to talk to you he would tell you to “leave it alone.” Then when you didn’t he would storm out the door and not return until you were already in bed. One day he stormed out the door after a fight and he never returned. The love of your life had just hurt you. He swore he would never break your heart yet you stood in your house alone.

It took weeks to figure out what you did wrong. Did you say something wrong or push him too much? But after time went by you figured out it must be him and not you. Something must have spooked him on the mission that rattled him to his core. Whatever it was it must have been something big as nothing seemed to scare Bucky, except his past with Hydra.

Now here you were all alone and trying to pick up the pieces. Since Bucky left abruptly all his things were still scattered across the house and in closets. Maybe one day he would come back, you told yourself. You tried to convince yourself. But for now, you need to try and heal.

So now, three months after he left you to pick up the pieces you got a knock on your front door from an unexpected visitor. You open the door and find Bucky standing at your front door. You were shocked to see him standing there in his jeans, henley, leather jacket, and biker boots. He smirked when he saw you wearing one of his henley shirts and leggings. You didn’t know what to say to him as he looked you over.

“Sweetheart, I know this is a shock but I was wondering if I could come in and talk with you.”

Tears started to gather in your eyes at his words. You turned around leaving the door open for him and headed to the living room. You heard the door close and then his footsteps heading toward you. What did he have to say after three months of being a part? You had to admit you were curious. But the other part of you was angry with him. How dare he show up asking to talk with you when he couldn’t give you the time of day when he left.

You sat on the couch and Bucky joined you on the other side. He watched as you refused to look him in the eye. He couldn’t blame you for not wanting to and watched as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

“So, what brings you back after all this time?” You asked.

“I’ve missed you for one thing.” He states as you roll your eyes at him.

“Seriously I have.” He continues. “I knew the day I left was the biggest mistake of my life but I needed help. That mission shook me to my core and I wasn’t the same person when I returned. I was afraid that if I didn’t do something, we would never be together again.”

“You knew it was a mistake to leave and yet you still left. What the hell Bucky I could have helped you if you would’ve just asked me. That’s what a relationship is all about. When one of us is down or struggling the other picks us up. But instead of doing that, you left for three months!”

Your anger was starting to show its ugly face as you couldn’t understand why he thought leaving was a good thing. None of this made sense to you.

“Doll, let me start from the beginning so you might understand. Okay?” He looked at you with pleading eyes as if begging for a chance to be heard.

“That’s fine Bucky.” You softly answer, your hands fidgeting in your lap afraid of what he might say.

“The mission was supposed to be simple. Get in, get the information we need, and wipe the server. Things seemed to be going to plan until over the speaker system I heard the winter soldier trigger words. At first, they didn’t bother me but as they continued I started getting a headache and flashbacks. The words were spoken over and over again until I was finally able to escape. When I got back for debriefing I was still feeling off like something was trying to escape my mind. Then when we went over all the information I had downloaded it had a file called ‘The Winter Soldier reprogramming’ on it. The file showed different strategies on how to bring me back under control by Hydra. It scared me as I’m so afraid to go back under. When I came home I was on edge dreading any minute I could turn on you. So I decided it was best for me to go back to Wakanda to run tests to make sure I never become the soldat again. I left this all in the letter I left you.”

You could understand to an extent why he did what he did but your frustration got the best of you and what did he mean ‘a letter’?

“But why not tell me this in person instead of running away? You should have been honest with me. Instead, you left me brokenhearted and trying to pick up the broken pieces after you left. What letter are you even talking about? I got no letter from you.”

Bucky moves a little closer to you and looks into your eyes. “You’re right, I should have been honest with you in person. But doll, I left you a letter on your nightside table explaining everything. I’m sorry I broke your heart for leaving the way I did. I will do anything and everything to win your trust back. I promise I’m never leaving you like that again. What can I do to prove to you that I’m sorry?”

“I don’t know Bucky…” Your eyes cast downward as you try to figure out what you want to do.

“Doll, please. I’m begging for your forgiveness and a way back to your heart.” Bucky drops to his knees in front of you, grasping your hands like they are a lifeline. He could see you were still hurt and contemplating his words.

You needed to find that letter to see if he was lying to you. Even though your heart was telling you he was being truthful, your mind was spinning a web of deception.

“Bucky, I need a minute to myself.” You stood from the couch looking down at Bucky and offered a small smile. “I’ll be right back.”

You left Bucky in the living room and headed to your shared bedroom. Inside the room you walked to your side of the bed where a table sat. Bending down you looked under the bed and under the table. There was no letter. Pulling the table away from the wall you looked down and there was an envelope. Turning it over in your hands you saw his hand writing with your name on the envelope. Opening the envelope you pull out a letter and your heart sinks.

To my sweetheart,

I’m sorry that I’ve been hard to be around lately. I know my mood has been up and down since I came home from my last mission. The problem is during the mission Hydra tried to use the trigger words on me. It’s causing my mind to question whether or not they worked as my PTSD has been kicking up again and I can’t get this headache to go away. With that said, I'm heading to Wakanda to see if Shuri and Ayo can help me again. The last thing I want to do is hurt you so I must take some time away from you. I promise that I will come back to you. Wait for me.

Forever Yours,

J.B.B.

You sit on the bed and start to cry. He was right, it was all in the letter. How could you be so stupid thinking that he would just leave you without a word. You should have known better. Bucky was your everything.

You hear Bucky walk into the room and feel the bed dip as he sits next to you. Turning into his chest you cried. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

“It’s okay, doll. I gotcha. I promise it will be okay.”

“Bucky…I’m so sorry for thinking the worst of you. I should’ve known you wouldn’t have just left me. Please forgive me.”

Bucky pulls you gently away from him as he takes in your teary eyes and wobbly lip. His flesh hand slowly wipes the tears from your face and he gives a soft smile.

“If anyone should be sorry it’s me. I should have just told you my plan instead of writing it. I caused the pain you’ve been feeling for the last three months. I promise I will take every second of every day to make it up to you. Just give me the chance to do that, doll.”

“I will, Buck. We will work this out. I love you so much.” Your hand runs through his hair and Bucky briefly closes his eyes as he shivers from the feeling.

Opening his eyes again his shining blue eyes stare at you. “I love you too, doll.” Bucky pulls you in for a kiss and puts all his feelings behind it.

Looking back at it you’re happy you made it. You rekindled your feelings for one another and proved to the other that each was unwilling to let the other go anytime soon without a fight. Never did you go through something like this again as you always communicated openly.

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[siriuslyobsessedwithfiction]

"Siege and Storm is boring, nothing happened there.", "I only remember Nikolai showing up". LIES. That's propaganda, actually. That's Grishaverse fans not wanting to reread the trilogy and especially that book because they've crafted a fanfic in their heads they're trying to pass as canon with encouragement from the author, actually.

Because rereading Siege and Storm would raise quite a few unsavory questions. For example:

Why is Mal drinking, gambling and fighting Grisha 24/7 instead of performing his duty as Alina's captain of the guard? (And don't give me "he was a stressed boy" bullshit, it was war, everyone was stressed. And everyone was coddling Mal. He was going hunting with nobles, living in luxury and insulting the prince).

Why did Mal fail his duty as Alina's protector and fell asleep on his watch, drunk, and didn't notice someone going in and out Alina's chamber?

Why did Alina run away in her pajamas aimlessly in the city, and when the crowd of worshippers started tearing her apart alive, she let them. Why did she attempt suicide? (Hint: she and Mal had a big fight earlier because Mal was being a drunk shithead. Alina still blamed herself).

Why did Mal slut-shame Alina one second and virgin-shame her the next? All while bragging about being with many women and kissing Zoya.

Why did the Darkling not manipulate Alina even though he visited her a lot through the tether? Why did he settle for petty little smirks and winks and silently kept her company through the long nights? Why did he admit he was lonely and stayed with her because she was lonely too? Where was loverboy Mal?

Why were the Bataar twins (especially Tolya) acting so weird towards Alina? Why were they brainwashed worshipers and viewed her only as a saint? Why is Tolya on his knees, shivering when Alina just pats his shoulder?

Oh, Nikolai is just an ambitious, conniving cunt who wants the throne, not a selfless fairytale prince? And he's only an improvement from his father and brother because the bar is so low it's in the seventh circle of hell? (Still the best character in that book).

Why is everyone so okay with murdering the Darkling's Grisha as if they aren't the same Grisha who they lived and fought alongside for years? Why is no one protesting that while the Lantsov prince is eager to engage in a civil war because he has big guns from his pirate privateer adventures , it's the oppressed minority (Grisha) who are dying the most?

Why isn't Alina more concerned that everyone turned on Grisha the second the times of trouble started, as if everyone was merely expecting an excuse? An absence of strong leader, so they could start sham trials and execute Grisha left and right.

[thesoulspulse]

Danny Phantom Randomness (The Family Man)

Haven't made one of these in a while, but what better way to start off the new year? So this idea really hit me hard while working on one of my fanfics (plus a christmas movie I watched) and I started thinking about a timeline where Vlad was just your normal everyday guy. No powers, no fancy gadgets, no expensive suits, and nothing close to billions in dollars in his bank account.

In this AU, Vlad did end up marrying Maddie too but also became a work-at-home dad to support her dreams and help her move on after the accident with the proto-portal. This time, Maddie got upset with Jack and both she and Vlad tried to warn him not to turn it on. Furious, she threatened to storm out but as usual he didn't listen though. But instead of standing there like an idiot in front of the damn thing, Vlad managed to dodge the blast and it hit Jack who was right behind him. Jack runs off but Vlad stays behind to check on Maddie who collapses to her knees, sobbing because she blames herself for what just happened since she never meant for anyone to get hurt, especially not her best friends.

Vlad consoles her and against his better judgement they try to make amends with Jack at the hospital, however, feeling ashamed and being as stubborn as a mule he refuses to let anyone see him. Devastated, Maddie gives up researching ghosts altogether and in an effort to keep her from spiraling into a terrible depression Vlad suggests she switch her major, promising to support her no matter what. And he does just that. Giving up his tuition money to help her get into an even better college and working odd jobs to pay for his apartment now that he didn't have a roommate anymore.

Eventually Vlad and Maddie start dating after she graduates with honors, get married, and have two kids together. She's become a successful business woman while Vlad finally achieves his dream of becoming a husband and father. Problem is...he doesn't remember any of it because it all happened to a different person!

One day, Vlad wakes up in an unfamiliar house with someone nudging his shoulder, telling him the kids will be late for school if he doesn't get up. He's shocked and delighted to find out that the person in question is Maddie, his beloved college crush. That joy transforms into confusion but Vlad doesn't have time to worry about that and uses his quick wit to play along so she doesn't suspect anythings wrong. After that, for obvious reasons, Vlad tests to still see if he has his ghost powers intact and of course the answer is no. It bothers him at first, and he becomes quite a klutz himself when it comes to certain everyday things. However, apart from having a beautiful wife Vlad is also happy to discover Danny doesn't treat him like the enemy anymore. At least, no more than most teenagers do.

This gives Vlad the chance to get to know Danny as a person, not the son of his former best friend Jack. Its unfortunate neither of them have ghost powers anymore but strangely enough, just having Danny smile at him awkwardly from time to time more than makes up for it. Meanwhile Jazz is on the debate team at Casper High and his wife Maddie owns her own business while their home is, unfortunately, a bad knockoff of Fentonworks called Masterworks where he's a mechanic that mostly repairs computers and such so neither of them really keeps anything there that reminds them of how they used to research ghosts.

For the most part Vlad's new life isn't bad despite not having money to burn and it feels like Maddie's gone all the time. It gets lonely sometimes despite being married, but he makes the most of it until one day Jack suddenly shows up after years of isolation and kidnaps Jazz and Danny! Powerless to stop it himself and knowing he can't go to the police, Vlad hurries to tell Maddie during an important business meeting at her company. He can't exactly tell her how he knows about ghost powers, relying purely on their shared passion on the subject of the paranormal back in college, but to his surprise she seems unphased by the whole thing.

That means its up to Vlad to stop Jack without very good weapons and no powers to get their kids back because again, the police can't do anything against someone with ghost powers. The thing is, Maddie isn't totally wrong about Jack since he doesn't want to hurt the kids. He just wants to duke it out with Vlad because he blames him for his life being so lonely and miserable, which is ironic.

He does his best to stop Jack with a weaker version of the Plasmius Maximus that he haphazardly made out of computer parts that can only short out ghost powers for a few minutes, but unfortunately Jack's still a tank in his own right and knocks Vlad to the ground. After that, somehow Danny unties himself and his sister and once she's somewhere safe enough to call for help he runs back in and tries to shield Vlad, who is barely clinging to consciousness. As for Jack, seeing Vlad all battered and bruised he thinks this should make him feel better but it doesn't. It makes him feel worse after realizing, he just kidnapped two innocent kids to get back at someone who tried to fix things between them, yet Jack was the one who refused to let him all these years...

The last thing Vlad sees after that is Danny's tear-streaked face, pleading with him not to die and talking about all the things they wanted to do together. Things like visiting the local planetarium, stargaze some more on the rooftop, go fishing on Lake Eerie, teach him to drive a stick shift, and go to the next Packers game together. Vlad attempts to comfort his son, accidentally calling him his little badger which isn't a thing in this timeline, then everything goes dark.

Vlad wakes up in his Egyptian cotton sheets and silk pajamas, a freshly ironed suit ready and waiting for him in the closet and the smell of his favorite cologne hanging in the air. He's home. Yet, it doesn't feel like home. For the first time in years Vlad truly feels how empty and cold these halls are without the warmth of a friendly face to greet him in the morning. And even when he had a version of Maddie all to himself, she wasn't the woman he fell in love with, just a stranger who only cared about her career rather than her family.

Then Vlad remembers Danny's face in those final moments before this dream or whatever he had just experienced abruptly ended. There was so much love there, fear of losing his father, and the familiar determination of the original Danny to protect his loved ones whether he was strong enough to or not. Now, having experienced something similar himself, Vlad finally understands what that feels like. How it feels to put someone else first before anyone else.

Eventually this leads up to Vlad showing up one day in Danny's bedroom, looking around at all the little things that hint at what loves and what his hobbies are. It makes Vlad realize, he doesn't really know Danny at all. Not the boy he is anyway, just another hybrid Vlad assumed they'd instantly share a deep connection with because of their shared trauma. Of course, when Danny does finally show up he assumes Vlad's up to no good and is ready for a fight when Vlad shocks him by asking if they can just...talk. He's suspicious at first, seriously considering refusing to do anything, but there's something in Vlad's eyes he can't quite place. Almost like, for the first time, this brilliant man seemed lost.

I could go on but I think you get the idea. Phew, I'm glad I finally got this out of my system because it really had a death grip on me today lolz. Hope you enjoyed reading it! Oh and feel free to borrow this idea for fanart or your own story if it inspires you. I'd do it myself, however, in this new year of 2025 I REALLY want to try and fully complete a couple stories before writing anything new even as a short story/oneshot.

[convito]

@yamujiburo's Hanamusa ship has the possibly unfortunate distinction of being my current hyperfixation. I haven't watched anything Pokemon-related in literal decades, so the comic's use of characters I actually remember combined with the gorgeous art style have created the perfect storm of nostalgia and genuine love of the subject matter, so here I am writing a fanfic based on it. Now to share a sample so I actually have to finish it:

The lunch rush took its toll on everyone in different ways. For Delia, the strain kept her too busy to notice anything outside the restaurant. For Jessie, it meant Delia wasn’t looking at her.

In the case of James and Meowth, it was dealer’s choice. Today, that meant each blaming the other for the table leg they each routinely tripped over. Meowth’s thimble-sized temper had reached a boiling point. James was mad by association.

[legendary-69420]

☆o( F1 Grid Gone Wild : The Mystery of the Missing Driver )o☆

Genre: Humor, Friendship, Lighthearted F1 Fanfic Warnings: none I guess

a/n : This is part 5 of the series (You can also read it without reading any previous part). This is not the part of my story racing hearts but is another AU for my character. Hope you enjoy it. _________________________________________________

🏎️ Group Chat Name: "WHERE IS MARK???" 🏎️

[8:45 AM]

Carlos: Guys. Oscar: ? Lando: ? Yuki: What now. Carlos: Has anyone seen Mark? Max: No, why? Carlos: He’s not answering his phone. Charles: Maybe he’s sleeping, relax. Carlos: He’s not at home. Oscar: …what? Lando: ??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S NOT HOME. Yuki: NOT FUNNY, CARLOS.

[8:50 AM]

Carlos: I’m being serious. I went to his place this morning, and he’s not there. Oscar: Check Ferrari HQ? Carlos: Already did. Not there either. Yuki: Bro, what. Lando: STOP PLAYING, THIS ISN’T FUNNY. Max: His car keys are still in his apartment?? Carlos: Yup. Yuki: Ok, nah, this is feeling illegal. Oscar: He wouldn’t just leave without telling anyone, right? Carlos: He always leaves a text. Always. Max: Okay. Breathe. Where did you last see him? Carlos: Last night in the drivers' lounge. Lando: We were all there last night. Charles: We all argued with him last night. Max: Oh sh— Yuki: …oh. Oscar: Did we push him too far? Carlos: No, no, Mark’s not like that. Lando: Bro was PISSED last night. Oscar: We ALL made fun of him. Yuki: He called us “a circus of overpaid clowns” and stormed off. Max: And then Lando said “Take your main character complex somewhere else” 😭😭😭 Lando: OKAY BUT I DIDN'T MEAN IT 😭😭😭

[9:00 AM]

Charles: I’m going to the track. Carlos: He’s not there, I already checked. Charles: CHECK AGAIN. Oscar: …Charles? Lando: ?? Max: Bro is already in his car. Carlos: He’s going 200 km/h, guaranteed. Yuki: Ferrari finally moving fast for once. Max: 💀💀💀

[9:10 AM]

Oscar: What if he’s hurt. Yuki: Don’t say that. Carlos: What if he’s with… Rico Levian. Lando: 😳 Yuki: …NOT THE SUPER MODEL. Max: THIS IS NOT THE TIME, CARLOS. Oscar: If he’s with Rico, I’m leaving this chat. Yuki: SAME. Charles: HE’S NOT WITH RICO. Carlos: You sound real sure about that, huh? Max: How do YOU know, Charles? Lando: Sounds like somebody’s jealous. Charles: Shut up.

[9:30 AM]

Carlos: I’m calling his parents. Yuki: NO, DON'T DO THAT. Oscar: His mom will freak out. Lando: Isabella Spencer will have the WHOLE GRID in cuffs. Max: We’ll be on the evening news: “F1 Drivers responsible for rookie disappearance.” Yuki: Charles will get blamed first, 100%. Carlos: True. Charles: SHUT. UP.

[10:00 AM]

Charles: I CAN’T FIND HIM. Lando: 😭😭😭 Max: Ok ok, think, think. Where would he go? Carlos: He’s not at the track. Not at home. Not at HQ. His car is at home. Oscar: He doesn’t like clubs, so he’s not out partying. Yuki: He wouldn’t just disappear like that. Charles: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. Lando: 😳 Oscar: 😳 Yuki: 😳 Carlos: …Charles? Charles: You ALL were picking on him. ALL OF YOU. Max: 💀 Bro, YOU were laughing too. Charles: I WASN’T MEAN. Carlos: You called him “Drama King in Monaco” and said, “Go ahead, storm off, nobody’s chasing you.” Lando: "Nobody's chasing you" HAHAHA Charles: STOP LAUGHING. THIS ISN’T FUNNY. Carlos: HE’S LITERALLY GONE AND YOU’RE HAVING A MELTDOWN. Charles: YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE??? Charles: I CAN’T LOSE HIM. I CAN’T LOSE HIM. Yuki: 😳 Oscar: …uh. Lando: "Lose him" ??? Max: EXCUSE ME?? Carlos: WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT "LOSING" HIM? Yuki: Charles, are you… are you good? Charles: SHUT UP.

[10:30 AM]

Charles: I’m calling the police. Carlos: NO, NO, NO. Max: Bro, NO. Oscar: STOP. Yuki: WE CANNOT HAVE THE POLICE AT FERRARI HQ. Carlos: DO YOU WANT THIS ON TMZ?! Max: I CAN ALREADY SEE THE HEADLINES: "F1 Drivers Can’t Keep Track of Their Teammate.” Oscar: "Ferrari loses another one." Lando: "Mark Spencer, gone but not forgotten." Charles: YOU ARE ALL USELESS. Yuki: Says the guy about to call Interpol.

[10:45 AM]

Mark: ??? Mark: WTF HAPPENED HERE???!?!? Lando: AAAAAAHHHHHHHH Carlos: AIN’T NO WAY. Oscar: THIS BETTER BE A GHOST. Max: WHERE ARE YOU. Yuki: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. Mark: Sleeping, bro?? Lando: SLEEPING WHERE?? Max: ARE YOU OKAY?? Carlos: Do you know we were about to call Interpol??? Yuki: I ALREADY DRAFTED A MISSING PERSON POSTER. Oscar: DUDE, WE WERE ABOUT TO CALL YOUR MOM. Mark: Relax, I was in the driver's lounge. Lando: HUH??? Max: WHERE??? Mark: In the corner. I was sleeping in the beanbag chair. Carlos: YOU WERE IN THE ROOM WITH US THE WHOLE TIME???? Oscar: SIR. Yuki: WE WERE LITERALLY IN THAT ROOM. Lando: WE SAT IN THAT ROOM FOR TWO HOURS. Charles: No. No. No. No. No. Mark: Y’all are so loud, I put my phone on silent. Lando: WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD. Carlos: YOU HAD CHARLES READY TO CALL INTERPOL. Oscar: YOU HAD CHARLES SAYING “I CAN’T LOSE HIM.” Max: YOU HAD US READY TO FIGHT RICO. Charles: I’m blocking you. Mark: Why are you mad 💀💀💀 Charles: I HATE YOU. Carlos: "I CAN’T LOSE HIM, I CAN’T LOSE HIM" Yuki: Bro was two seconds from writing a love letter. Oscar: I’m getting this printed on a hoodie. Lando: Nah, we’re making it the NEW CHAT NAME. 🏎️ Group Chat Name Changed to: "I Can't Lose Him 😭😭😭" 🏎️ Charles: DELETE THIS CHAT. Max: NEVER. Carlos: We are eternal. Oscar: LEGENDARY. Mark: Y’all need help.

[vanishedangels]

Blame it on the storm

Summary: After blowing up the Death Star Nineteen-year-old Luke Skywalker is dealing with his new popularity as he became the target of his squad mates' advances. Tired of that situation he asks Din Djarin, a bounty hunter he has just met, to pretend they're in a relationship.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Leia Organa, Han Solo.

Rating: Mature (+18)

Warnings: Harassment, Descriptions of anxiety episodes.

Tags: Canon Divergence (AU), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Post A New Hope (Star Wars), Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Protective Din Djarin, Tumblr Prompts.

Chapters: 2/3

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Excerpt:

He looked at his visor, and even though Luke respected Din's creed, deep inside he was dying to see the mandalorian's face.

"Are they still staring at us?" Luke asked under his breath, he waited, frowning, finally, Din nodded. "Then we should stay like this for a little while." He was trying to ignore the way those arms around him was making him feel.

Those butterflies. Luke swallowed hard, those stupid butterflies were there again.

Chapter 2: Butterflies

It was pretty obvious that the mandalorian had been to Tatooine in the past. But, how many times? What if they crossed paths before and Luke didn't remember him?

Impossible. He totally stand out among others. He thought frowning, he sighed staring at the wall, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his hand, then his lips curled up into a goofy smile, remembering the sound of Din's voice when he asked him why he was leaving the night before.

"Force..." He said under his breath, shaking his head, chuckling.

"Why that dreamy expression, Luke?" Leia's words taking him out of his mind.

The blonde blinked.

"Anyway-" She said crossing her arms over her chest leaning back in the chair "Artoo needs some maintenance, I know you don't want other people getting their hands on him, so I'm just letting you know that the droid is waiting for you."

Luke nodded, lips pressed against each other.

The princess frowned tilting her head to the side "You're acting weird."

Luke stared at her sightly parting his lips, shifting uncomfortably in his chair "Didn't sleep well last night." He looked down.

Leia didn't say a word.

Although he didn't lie, he started to feel a little twitchy about Leia's silence "I'm fine, I promise." He added looking at her again but his eyes went immediately to the man entering the room. The blonde's eyes went wide and his eyebrows arched out of surprise.

Leia turned around to see what was catching his friend's attention, then she looked at Luke again offering him a knowing smile "The mandalorian?" She said in a low voice like sharing a secret.

"What are you talking about?" Luke said shaking his head laughing nervously.

"Is he hitting on you too? Like the rest of these nerf-herders?" She asked leaning forward over the table. Luke was still looking at Din shaking his head visibly annoyed "No? Because, let me tell you, he didn't tell me his name until yesterday, do you know why?" Luke looked at her again "Because of you, that little bastard, oh yes..." She nodded "He didn't give a flying fuck when I met him two weeks ago, I asked him 'What should I call you?' He said 'Mando', and then you showed up and he's all smitten and outgoing. Outgoing my ass."

Luke was rubbing his fingers against his temple, shifting his gaze between Leia and Din "Stop it, he's coming."

Leia drew in a sharp inhale and straightened up her back, she smiled looking up at the mandalorian when he came to a halt and he stood right beside their table "Good morning, Mando. Oh no, wait, you told me yesterday that I should call you Din. I'm so sorry, it's still new information to me." She grinned and Luke huffed, knowing that Leia was mocking him pretty hard.

"Good morning, Organa." He said, brushing three fingers over the table surface, Luke stared at his hand and bit back a sigh.

Luke was trying not to think about those fingers running up and down his neck. He swallowed hard, focusing on Leia's face. You're confused that's all, Luke thought nodding at himself. You don't need to have fantasies about the mandalorian. It's just your stupid imagination and your lack of experience in this kind of matter.

"Morning Luke." Din added staring down at the blonde.

"Huh? Oh, hi!" He answered avoiding his visor.

"Well, what can I do for you, Din?" Leia asked him still smiling.

"I came to join my boyfriend for breakfast."

Suddenly Luke was very conscious about the silence in the room, he looked around realizing all eye were on them. He tried to find Leia's gaze but the princess was focused on the mandalorian, she was gaping and Luke's heart jumped into his throat in a blink of an eye.

"Your... Boyfriend?" Leia managed to ask.

"Yes. Luke." Din said shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

And if Luke heard someone exclaiming "Fuck!" at the distance he couldn't process it at that moment. He stood up swiftly clasping Din's forearm, letting out a hysterical laugh "Yeah, we need to go, see you Leia." He jostled Din out of the room hardly noticing Solo was leaning against the wall, hands on his hips.

"Good job, mandalorian." Han said in a bantering tone.

Luke didn't stop until they were inside the hangar "Open the ramp, please." He said, eager.

"Your heart rate is out of the charts." The mandalorian observed.

Luke frowned loosening the grip around his arm "What?"

"And even through my tinted visor I can tell your cheeks are burning."

Luke babbled a little "How... How..."

"I'm scanning you. I'm sorry, you looked pretty bad and I needed to know." He bowed his head like if he was trying to apologize.

Luke sighed rubbing his hand across his forehead "Open the ramp, please." He pleaded again.

"Alright, Luke, but first, I need you to calm down." He bored into Luke's blue eyes, grabbing him by his arms.

Indeed, Luke was clearly hyperventilating and he came to the realization that this was getting a bit out of hand. Maybe the mandalorian was right, he was too young, inexperienced and he was being overdramatic, but he couldn't help it, the embarrassment was taking him over. He looked down at Din's hands curled around his upper arms, hoping they could soothe him, still it wasn't happening.

"Alright, I'm okay, you can open the ramp now." He nodded staring at the man's chest plate.

When they were inside the docking port Luke started walking from side to side, he shook his head staring at Din, still agitated "This was a terrible idea. I don't know what I was thinking. This is wrong, we should stop right now. I'm feeling weird, I don't like it." He took his hands to his hips looking down at the floor "I like to be around you, yes! But not like this, not like this. I shouldn't have asked you to pretend we're dating."

The mandalorian was standing in front of him, he looked calm "No, you never asked me that. I offered to pass for your boyfriend myself."

"No, you didn't offer-" Luke stopped at that realizing that, indeed, it was Din the one that came up with the idea before Luke could even speak. He grimaced and then his expression softened "Yes you did, and I'm being a pain in the ass, I'm sorry."

"Part of your charm." The mandalorian said sitting down on the floor.

Luke felt a weird sensation in the pit of his stomach at Din's words. He thought back to one specific afternoon. He was sitting at the kitchen table, his little legs dangling from chair, aunt Beru was chopping some vegetables when uncle Owen appeared and said something in her ear that little Luke couldn't hear from where he was. Then, uncle smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek. Little Luke covered his eyes laughing. When he finally decided to peek at them through his fingers, uncle Owen was already gone. Aunt Beru came close to Luke and she was still smiling, the kid asked her why she was so happy after a kiss from his uncle, she explained to him that when someone is in love, when that special person shows you affection you would experience something beautiful inside you. Luke wanted to know what was the thing someone in love would feel inside them, so he asked her again, aunt Beru sat down next to him pointing at his belly "It feels like fluttering butterflies inside your tummy." Little Luke was terrified, because how could butterflies get inside his stomach and why?

Maybe aunt Beru explained it quite well, if that was the case, Luke was in trouble because now he was getting a fluttery sensation in his stomach right there and then, only because the mandalorian complimented him. Alright, he was being sarcastic about Luke but still it sounded like he was complimenting him.

"Are you still on?" Din asked him looking up at his face.

Luke was unconsciously pressing his hand against his stomach trying to ignore the tickling he was feeling "Are you?" He retorted.

"I'm not the one having second thoughts here, if you are willing to keep on with this, I'm fine."

"And if I don't want to?" Although he still wanted to play along, Luke didn't know why but he wanted to see Din's reaction.

The mandalorian changed his position, Luke could see the way his shoulders tensed up "Then I'm fine too." He sighed "Look, if you're gonna react like you did out there they would know we're lying. So it's up to you."

Luke narrowed his eyes, thinking about the times his mates overstepped, making him feel like he was just a piece of meat, maybe this was a stupid idea but at least he could try. He sighed "No, I won't react like that next time, I can deal with this."

Those might have been some kind of magic words because the mandalorian rose to his feet in a heartbeat, standing inches apart from Luke "Good." He said and Luke took two steps back.

"There's a lot of work to do, I'll see you around." He said walking away, then he looked at the mandalorian over his shoulder "Boyfriend." He said under his breath in an effort to become familiar with the term. In the intimacy of Din's ship he was slowly opening himself to the mandalorian, it was just a matter of time he could do the same in front of Leia and the others. He just needed to work on it.

~

The little blue and silver droid was chirping excited as he slid behind Luke, the blonde chuckled rubbing the dirt and oil off his hands with a cloth "Yeah, you're like new, Artoo." Luke spent the last hours repairing the unit, but his mind swirled around the mandalorian and their arrangement. "Fuck, I need to act cool around him." He said to himself.

When he was passing by the Millennium Falcon he heard a whistle coming from there, he looked up and Han Solo was waving at him with his free and holding a wrench in the other hand "Psst! Luke, spotchka time, come over."

He entered Solo's ship finally walking in the main hold, his friend was already drinking from the bottle and then he poured the blue beverage in a glass "A toast?" He asked leaning forward as Luke sat down at the table.

"A toast?" Luke took the glass frowning at him.

"Yeah, since you finally grew some balls and convinced the mandalorian to be your fake boyfriend. Cheers!" He grinned at Luke.

"You're the only one that knows the truth so keep it between us." He said and then he was gulping down his spotchka.

"Slow down, kid, I don't wanna carry you to your room totally wasted." Luke shrugged. "Wait, you're telling me that annoying princess doesn't know it's fake? Oh, that explains your reaction earlier." Han chuckled.

"More." Luke said sliding the glass across the table.

"Alright, alright, but you should act smooth, you know?"

"What do you mean?" The blonde asked him.

"You should act like you're hot for the bounty hunter. You know what I'm talking about." He added staring into his eyes but Luke was frozen with a dull expression on his face. "You don't have a clue, do you?" The blonde shrugged making him sigh. "Ugh, kid... Alright, have you seen how couples act around each other?"

Luke nodded snorting "Of course, Han."

"Good. What do couples do?"

"They kiss." Luke replied nonchalantly.

Solo leaned back in the seat and huffed "This is not the case, kid, you can't kiss him. But, you can just casually touch him, like you mean it."

Luke pursed his lips staring down "I can do that." Actually he wasn't sure about it.

"Just, trust your gut, you'll be fine." His friend stated and Luke thought about the night before, when he nuzzled Din's neck effortlessly, like Han said, he just needed to follow his intuition.

~

The mandalorian looked around as he walked in the multi-purpose room, locking eyes with one of the men that harassed Luke the night before. Then he proceeded to sat down at a table. He was minding his own business when the same man approached him, sitting across from Din. He didn't make a move but behind his visor he was looking at his sides noticing that two other pilots joined the first one, the table was small, Din was resting his forearms on it, surrounded by them, waiting.

"So, he chose you, a mandalorian, a bounty hunter." The pilot at his left said tilting his chin up "How did you pull him?"

Din flexed his left hand instinctively, the man across from him made a clicking noise with his tongue, staring at his hand "He didn't pull him." He blurted. Their mates looked at him grinning. He leaned forward "Am I wrong, bounty hunter?" He laughed.

Although Din looked tense he didn't answer.

"What is it, man? Cat got your tongue?" He mockingly insisted, nodding with a crooked smile on his face.

"I'm listening." The mandalorian deadpanned.

"Oh, so, should I continue?" He narrowed his eyes like waiting for Din's reaction, but he only received silence "A man of few words. Do you think we're stupid? Huh?"

"I don't think about you. At all." The mandalorian said flatly.

"See, I don't buy it. You and blondie. He's not your sweetheart, you're just his hired gun, pretending you're together. Pretty lame." He arched his back to rest his feet on the table almost crushing Din's fingers under his heel. "This morning he looked so upset, you're not being good at your job, he almost lost his mind when you said that he was your boyfriend."

Din was flaring his nostrils behind his helmet.

"Yeah, champ, you disgust him." He looked Din up and down "And I can totally see why."

One of the pilots touched the man's leg "Hey, Brando, it's enough, you're stepping out of line here." He said under his breath.

"Why? I'm just having a friendly talk with my man here." He retorted.

Din withdrew his hands to cross his arms over his chest plate "So, Brando, is it?" The man nodded smiling. "Curious, I remember you were the one disgusting Luke yesterday, you said something about getting him on his knees." He pressed a button in his vambrace and the man, Brando, moved to put his feet on the floor again. "What would you say if I put you on your knees right now?" Din asked tilting his head.

At the same moment Luke and Han were walking into the room, Luke spotted Din's back immediately, realizing something bad was happening over that table.

Han sighed "Shit."

Luke started walking towards them and his friend grabbed his arm "Remember kid, like you mean it." He said nodding and lifting his eyebrows staring at Luke's face. The blonde nodded back, swallowing around the lump in his throat. He kept walking as his friend's words were reverberating inside his head.

Like you mean it. Like you mean it.

He took every step thinking about the times he and his friends were hanging out at Tosche Station, he closed his eyes remembering the way Loneozner and his girlfriend Camie acted around each other.

You've got this.

He heard Brando laughing but he could notice that the air could be cut by a knife. Brando looked up and over Din's helmet glancing at Luke's face "Oh, mandalorian, here's your boyfriend." He said with a sneer and then bursted into laughter.

Before Din could turn around Luke brushed his fingers across the nape of the mandalorian's neck, Brando's face dropped looking at them.

"Hi, love, did you miss me?" Luke leaned into Din smiling and then he pressed his forehead against his helmet, he could hear a soft groan coming from the mandalorian but he didn't pay attention to it since he was trying to save the day. He pulled back a little to stare at his visor with a soft smile that reached his bright eyes "Because I did miss you." Luke shifted his gaze pretending that he was surprised to see Brando and the other guys. "Bonding with my mates? Do you mind if I join you?" He asked stroking Din's pauldron.

"Ah-" Din cleared his throat "No, no, go ahead." He said and Luke was already sitting on Din's lap.

Inside, Luke was silently dying of embarrassment but he was making a point and as stubborn as he was, he wanted to succeed.

He blinked when he felt Din's gloved hands gingerly resting on his thighs, and his heart leapt in his chest as he hooked his arm around Din's neck. The three pilots were immediately standing up and leaving the table. Luke looked at them as his fingers were unconsciously drawing little circles on Din's neck until he reached the man's skin and he stopped, feeling the softness of him. Din moved his hands really slow and then he encircled Luke's waist with his arms, bringing the blonde closer to his chest.

He looked at his visor, and even though Luke respected Din's creed, deep inside he was dying to see the mandalorian's face.

"Are they still staring at us?" Luke asked under his breath, he waited, frowning, finally, Din nodded. "Then we should stay like this for a little while." He was trying to ignore the way those arms around him was making him feel.

Those butterflies. Luke swallowed hard, those stupid butterflies were there again.

Like you mean it.

The blonde hummed shifting a little in Din's lap and the mandalorian groaned again, this time Luke was very aware of the alluring sound the man in beskar let out. Trusting his gut, and especially the fluttering butterflies in his stomach, Luke rested his free hand on his chest plate, then boring into his black visor he started stroking the beskar, and he could feel the way Din's body tensed up beneath him.

"Is this okay?" He asked leaning towards him and almost brushing his lips against the helmet.

The mandalorian let out a weak "Yeah..." And Luke's heart skipped a beat.

"You should go to your ship. Take some food with you, I'm having dinner here and then I'll join you there." He suggested.

The mandalorian agreed taking his hands off him and he waited until Luke disentangled his arm from around his neck to stand up. When he walked to the door Han was still around casting glances at Luke from time to time.

Luke walked in Han's direction, passing by Brando's side and his pulse was pounding in his ears. The pilot looked away, avoiding him completely for the very first time in weeks and Luke felt like it was a little victory.

~

Two days passed and Luke was really astonished at the way things changed between him and his mates. Not only Brando, but all of them stopped approaching him. Still they couldn't help but glaring at the blonde from afar. Luke sighed relieved knowing that, at least, they wouldn't put a hand on him again. Then he started worrying about the mandalorian leaving and his stomach clenched at the mere thought of losing his company.

He kept returning to Din's ship every night, sleeping in the bunk while the mandalorian slept on the floor over some thick blankets and pillows that Luke brought from the base.

He woke up in the middle of the night and he sat at the edge of the bunk ducking his head since the space was too small, he was rubbing sleep from his eyes when he realized Din was peacefully sleeping. He chuckled when he heard the man snoring and he felt an irrepressible urge to lie next to him.

The snoring stopped and Luke flinched when the mandalorian moved his head to look at him.

"Can't sleep." Luke said as fast as he could trying to hide the fact that he was staring at Din while sleeping.

The mandalorian propped himself up on his elbows "Now I'm awake too." He said sitting up resting his back against the wall.

"I'm sorry." The blonde said in a soft voice. He looked around and then at Din again, finding that the visor was still on him, he pressed his lips together nervously, not knowing what to do "So, uh, they stopped. They must be really scared of you."

The mandalorian didn't say a word.

Realizing that Din might be offended by what he said, Luke tried to explain further "It's not only because you're a bounty hunter, but also a mandalorian above all things."

"Convenient." Din stated and Luke didn't realize until then that he was holding his breath.

"You really helped me." Luke said resting his head against the wall "I'm gonna miss you so much." He added staring at the ceiling and he didn't even regret being that sincere. "And not only because they are scared to death when you're around, I'm gonna miss this." He said gesturing with his hand between them "All of this."

Din hummed "Well, I'm glad they stopped harassing you, I understand what you were going through, I've been there."

Luke crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at him frowning.

"You mean people used to harass you too?"

"Yes, when I was in the fighting corps they thought it was a good idea to pick on me cause I was different, I mean, the kids were used to jump from bed to bed and I was the only one not getting on it." Din shrugged.

"Why not?" Luke squeezed his eyes shut realizing he was being disrespectful.

Surprisingly Din explained it further "I wanted to be a warrior, my mind was set on that only purpose. They hated that. That's why this guy, Paz Vizsla, and the rest of my mates made a bet behind my back."

Luke nodded putting his feet on the floor and then he walked towards Din, finally sitting down next to him. Din reached out offering him a pillow, Luke took it, placing it over his crossed legs to rest his elbows on it, listening to Din with curious eyes.

"What was the bet about?" Luke asked.

"He bet his beskar'gam that he was going to be my first." Din looked down.

"Beskar'gam?"

"A complete mandalorian armour." Din replied.

"And-" Luke swallowed not sure if he should ask the next question.

"He kept his beskar'gam." Din said and Luke could hear some sadness in his voice.

Luke's eyes went round, he found Din's hand and squeezed it, still staring at his visor "I'm sorry, Din."

"It's okay, that was so long ago. And I was too young to understand what I was feeling." He cleared his throat "At least I didn't remove my helmet in the heat of the moment."

Luke frowned "Can I ask you something?" Din nodded "And please, if I'm pushing boundaries here, let me know." Din nodded again. Luke breathed in "When you're having- well, you know... How is it to be with someone with that helmet on, I mean, don't you just want to kiss your partner?" He asked and his cheeks were red as apples all of a sudden.

The mandalorian chuckled "We do kiss. But not with our lips."

Luke smiled amused "Not with the lips? What? Is there another way?" He laughed softly.

"Yes, we kiss pressing our foreheads together." Din said not breaking eye contact with him behind his visor.

Luke's smile started to fade away the second he remembered that he pressed his forehead against Din's two days earlier when he was sitting on his lap.

His face turned crimson "Oh, no." He mumbled and he leaned back instinctively putting some space between their bodies. Din held his hand tight like trying to keep him close.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. If I knew it I wouldn't have done that." The blonde explained avoiding staring at him.

"I know." Din said squeezing his hand in a reassuring way.

Luke's hair was a mess and he looked sleepy "I should try to go back to sleep, have a long day tomorrow." He said standing up and letting Din's hand go.

"Alright." He heard the mandalorian said as he was climbing up to the bunk.

He kept tossing and turning for a while and kicking the blanket, sighing, feeling uneasy, still trying to process that he kissed the mandalorian without even noticing it and that he was now a couple of meters away from him.

What was Din thinking at that very moment?

Luke cracked one eye open to look at him on the floor.

An annoyed sigh coming from Din "Ah, Skywalker, are you going to do that the whole night?"

Luke lifted his head "Told you I couldn't sleep." He said in a whiny tone.

The mandalorian startled "I didn't know your voice could do that."

Luke's mouth set in a hard line, utterly offended by Din's words. "It's not my fault, you were right, your bunk isn't cozy."

"Listen, if you're going to be a pain in the ass you better come over here, there's plenty of room." Din retorted lifting the blanket.

Luke sat up slowly, considering Din's offer and, damn, how badly he wanted to share the bed with him. He blinked staring at Din and the man was still grabbing the blanket like he knew Luke needed a moment to process it.

When he put a foot on the floor he was still reticent but then the mandalorian let out a little sigh as he rolled over on the floor lying on his own side, and Luke couldn't refrain from complying with his demand anymore. He kneeled beside him and then he slipped under the blanket. He stared at Din's back keeping some distance between them.

Luke stayed lying on his back staring at the ceiling for a while resting his hands on his own chest thinking over and over how good it would feel to pass his arms around Din and he shook his head trying to push that thought away, I'm not a creep, I'm not a creep.

"Din?"

"Hmm?"

"Nothing." He said and then his mouth twitched.

"What's wrong?" Din asked still lying on his side.

"I said nothing." They stayed silent for a while "It's just, I want to hold you." Luke's mouth went dry not knowing where that boldness was coming from.

"Then hold me." Din effortlessly said.

"You mean it?" The blonde asked propping himself up on his elbows.

"Don't make me regret it." Din added reaching a hand behind himself to grab Luke's, the blonde's heart gave an extra beat when he finally hugged him from behind, resting his hand on Din's chest plate and burying his nose in the mandalorian's neck. Din put his hand atop Luke's an intertwined their fingers.

The mandalorian waited until Luke's breath evened out to mutter "Goodnight, cyar'ika." And although Luke was half asleep he answered by reflex.

"Goodnight, Din."

[mattitties]

can u plz do a fluff fanfic about the reader being scared of thunder and there's a rlly loud thunder storm so matt has to comfort her? thanks :)

thunder - matt sturniolo

“Really? I love when it storms. I think it’s so peaceful and I can just curl up and watch a movie or something,” Matt tells me. It’s our second date and we’re in the “biggest fears” category, and I told him about my extremely irrational, but very severe, fear of storms. 

“I get that,” I reply. “It’s really not that I’m just scared of storms, my best friend’s house was struck by lightning and caught on fire when we were in high school, so it kind of just set something off in my head. I know it sounds stupid because it didn’t happen to me, but it just started this crazy fear.”

“Oh wow, that’s terrifying. No, I totally get it, it’s not stupid.”

As I sit with my knees tucked to my chest on my bathroom floor, I think back to that conversation from three months ago. It’s the first storm I’ve experienced since I moved to LA, and I’m a mess. My windows are rattling with each clap of thunder, and all I can think about is my roommate at work right now. She enjoys storms, but my anxiety is getting the best of me thinking about everything that could go wrong. 

What if she can’t make it to her car? What if she gets in an accident on the way home? What if I’m stuck here for the rest of the night by myself?

She’s the only person I’ve got here in LA. I had Matt, but then I fucked it all up right on our two month anniversary.

I was so ridiculously busy with work and what felt like 800 pounds of shit piling up in my life that I completely forgot about our anniversary. I stood him up at the dinner that he made reservations for, and subsequently didn’t go to the hockey game that he was going to surprise me with; the hockey game which he got $300 tickets for. 

I apologized profusely and told him I would do anything to make it up to him, and he told me he was just really disappointed and needed some space before we talked again.

He called me a couple days later and I didn’t answer because I was so ashamed and embarrassed I couldn’t even face him. 

He texted me, I never replied. After three days of missed calls and texts, I guess he got the message because he stopped trying.

A week after that, I texted him apologizing for everything and explained my intentions behind my actions.

He didn’t answer. I don’t blame him.

That was three weeks ago, and it’s been radio silence on both ends. I guess we’re really done, but I really, really need him right now.

I turn on the shower to try to drown out some of the noise of the thunder, but nothing is working. I look at the weather app. It shows the same pattern until tomorrow morning.

I’m so fucked. I can barely breathe, my heart is beating out of my chest, and I just want to die. I’ve been texting my roommate to see when she’s returning but she’s busy at work and I’m trying not to annoy her any more than I know I have been, so now I’m just sitting in front of the shower, praying that everything would just stop.

Ten or so minutes pass, and I hear the front door open. Nobody ever comes to our apartment and my roommate always forgets her key, so I just leave it deadbolted when I’m home. I turn off the shower and call out her name to let her know I’m home, but she must not hear me. I pull myself together as much as possible and go out to the living room, but I don’t see the face I expect when I get there.

“Matt?” I whisper. I’m in such shock that nothing else comes out.

He’s absolutely drenched as he stands by the front door with a bottle of lemonade. I love lemonade.

“Hi,” he smiles shyly as he raises the hand holding the bottle. “I, uh, brought you something.”

I have no idea what to say. I opt for, “what are you doing here?”

“Well, I know how much you hate storms, so I thought you could use some company. Also… I just really miss you. And I would like to talk about us. We don’t have to do it tonight, obviously, but–”

“Yes. Yes, we can talk. Tomorrow? We can get breakfast? My treat,” I say, sounding pathetically desperate, but this is all I’ve wanted for the past three weeks.

“Okay,” he says as he takes off his shoes. “Do you happen to still have some of my sweatshirts and sweatpants? I’m kinda…” he says, motioning to the water dripping off of him.

“Yes! In my room, come.” He follows me to my room and I give him his clothes that I’ve worn an embarrassing amount of times since we broke up. “You didn’t have to come tonight,” I tell him. “This is really, just… I don’t deserve this after what I did.”

He waves a hand at me as if to say forget about it. “We’ll talk about that tomorrow. And I did have to come. Because I care about you, and I know you wouldn’t want to be alone tonight.”

I’m about to cry. I really don’t deserve this guy. 

“Let me go change, then we can crack open that lemonade and cuddle and watch something. Sound good?” he asks.

All I can do is nod in response as I watch him smile before he goes to the bathroom. I pour the lemonade into two glasses and set them on the bedside tables. 

When he comes back out and lays on my bed, I just stand there, wondering if he wants me to join him.

“Hello, what are you waiting for? Don’t leave me hangin!”

I smile and lay next to him, feeling more at home than ever when he pulls me into him.

[mr-walkingrainbow]

FANFIC POLL RESULTS ARE IN! Here’s your guys’s promised teaser ❤️

Teaser won by 58%! So excited! (But also should I be concerned 1.8 percent voted for me to go burn???? 🔥)

Any who! The fanfic in question! (I’m gonna do a keep reading thing as a compromise for people who would want to read it fresh ❤️)

TITLE : Oh Non!

Oh Non!

Ennui was originally confused at the feeling that burdened their soul, feelings of anything, were but a tiring and sluggish experience that she rather not bother herself with. 

And if it wasn’t for the way she felt while watching Joy tend to Anxiety, she might have completely blamed the odd emotion on shock of nearly being blown out of headquarters a few days prior, courtesy of Anxieties storm. 

She always did feel things, if anything, in substantial delay. 

But non, alas. Here Ennui lay on their faithful couch. Limp as always, but inside fighting a confusing turmoil. 

She didn’t like the way Joy helped Anxiety. She of course wished no harm on the little thing, rather, the opposite. Ennui wanted to be in Joy’s place. She wanted to endeavor to Anxieties worries. She wanted to flip a hand in her direction and hear her call her Mon Ami in return. She wanted-

Oh non. Oh non, Mon Dieu!

Ennui had somehow sunk further than possible into the little red couch, non, she has sunk to the very bottom of l'esprit!

Ennui was Envious. 

[teyums]

His Secret Admirer (Part Two) - Neteyam x fem na’vi reader

part one | part three | part four |bonus chapter

wc: 4.6k

a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long y’all, I had such bad writers block trying to figure out which direction I wanted to push this story in. This honeslty isn’t as good as I wanted to be but maybe I’m being too hard on myself. This is the first multiple part fanfic I’ve written in almost seven years. 😅

contains: angst, some language

“~~~” resembles a time skip or change of POV

Neteyam sat silently on the floor of his family’s tent, his elbows against his knees and his head held between his hands while he listened to his mother chastise him for what felt like the thousandth time today. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t tried to keep you out as long as possible, constantly bringing up new topics so the conversation wouldn’t fall off. He never meant for you to stay out past your curfew, but he got so wrapped up in spending time with you that he didn’t want it to end.

“Where were you?” Neytiri seethed, pushing his head to the side with two fingers while her son ignored her. “Do you know how many times we called for you? What is the point of having this if you do not listen?” She hissed, motioning to the necklace he wore that contained a small walkie-talkie.

He bit his lip to keep himself from saying anything out of anger, his arms now crossed in front of him while he tried his hardest to tune out her incessant interrogation. He vaguely remembered shutting it off, not wanting him or you to hear it and bring the two of you back to real life. “I was out, mother.” He mumbled.

She scoffed with antipathy, turning away from him and flicking her hand into the air with annoyance, seemingly tagging Jake into the conversation before she did something she would regret.

Jake sighed, looking down at his son with a puzzlement. “Out where? Can you at least tell us what you were doing? It isn’t like you to stay out this late, son.”

Neteyam had enough of being watched like a hawk for his entire life. When he would try to go out and have fun just like Lo’ak would do, it was an issue. He stood to his feet suddenly, his voice raised and laced with frustration. “I was with a girl, okay? Is that what the two of you want to hear? If I tell you this will you guys finally leave me alone about this whole mate thing?” He yelled, his shoulder brushing against his father’s as he stormed past him and into his room.

Jake noticed Neytiri’s eye twitch with aggravation, her mouth slightly ajar with stupefy as she watched this unusual display from her eldest son. She had never seen him act out in such away, let alone disrespect his father, this was unknown to them. When she stepped to follow him, Jake grabbed her arm and slowly shook his head, silently telling her to leave him be.

Neteyam felt no matter what he did, his parents would find an issue. For years Jake wouldn’t let him act on his feelings towards you, constantly telling him that girls were not his main priority but he would let Lo’ak run around and pursue whatever girl he pleased. And now, they’re pressuring him to find a mate at the same time multiple men have noticed and already expressed their interest towards you. He couldn’t blame them, you had developed into such an alluring woman. There was just something about you that he couldn’t shake. Your beauty stunned him, you had changed so much over the years that when he would see you prance around the village with Kiri he couldn’t even gather the courage to approach you. He had no chance competing with Ta’olu, he saw the way he looked at you, he heard the way he spoke about you during the hunting party meetings. All the years he had been gone from your life, it seemed like Ta’olu had conveniently stepped right in to take his place.

And if he were being honest, Neteyam resented his parents for putting him in this position. He didn’t want any of the other girls they were trying to set him up with, the mere thought of mating with someone he wasn’t truly in love with sent shivers through his spine and not the good kind. Not the kind you gave him, anyway.

But every time he tried to tell to them about you, about the girl he was actually in love with, he was shot down before he could even say your name. Something about “status” in the clan, and them knowing who would make the best Tsahik to stand beside him.

Bullshit.

“You got to choose who you wanted to mate with, why can I not do the same?” He would yell at his parents, but his words would constantly fall on deaf ears.

The eldest Sully boy barely knew what a crush was. He felt his entire existence boiled down to being the protector of his younger siblings and the future clan leader- what his parents wanted him to be. He hadn’t known what it felt like to be in love until the night he laid eyes on you. He passed it off as inviting you to be his friend, but deep down he knew it was more than that, Lo’ak and Kiri included. The day he was told he could no longer spend time with you split his heart into two. But all it took was two painfully short hours in your presence to mend it back together again.

~~~

Sleep had been the last thing on your mind the past two days. You spent both nights tossing and turning- all you could think about was him. A reoccurring image of Neteyam’s sweet smile flashed behind your eyelids every time they closed, the memory of his voice causing them to open despite your attempts to keep them glued shut. The brief time you two had spent together, and how special it felt after years of being reduced to rushed conversations and short glances. You groaned, sliding both your hands down your face and letting your fingers drag across your lips. You had no idea what you were going to do. But what you did know was that night was one of the best nights of your entire life and barely anything happened. You felt like a little girl again and your crush was returning with a vengance.

You thought about what your mom had said, that you should make your move and let him know how you feel. That following morning, you begged her to teach you all that she knew about being a healer and the two of you got started immediately. You figured if you wanted to be Neteyam’s mate, you had to possess skills that would serve useful to an olo’eyktan. Although, you wish you had gotten into this sooner, because now that you were older the lessons were long and grueling to make up for lost time. You had no idea mixing up a bunch of herbs with a stick required this much thinking.

“[Y/n]?” Your mother’s voice brought you back to Pandora and you turned your eyes to meet a disapproving stare.

“I’m sorry, Ma.” You sighed, shaking your head and sitting up straight now to give her your undivided attention. “I can focus, I promise.” You nodded reassuringly, in which she returned with an unconvinced grunt. You didn’t blame her.

God, this was going to be a long process.

You thanked the spirits when the lesson finally came to an end, standing up and dramatically cradling your back with your hands to stretch it.

“You will have to get used to this if you want to learn the ways of a healer.” Your mother said in response to your display, picking up the materials that laid spread out on the mat of your hut and tucking them away into their designated areas. When you had asked her to start teaching you all that she knew, she was more than overjoyed. She had actively been trying to get you to learn the medicinal ways of your clan, almost like she was playing matchmaker from the start.

Feeling bad for wanting to escape so soon, you instead decided to walk around the house readjusting the most random objects, feigning interest in the same rug that had been there for years. You stood with your hands held in front of you, rocking back and forth from the tips of your toes to the backs of your heels as you avoided her gaze with an awkward whistle.

“Yes, you may go now.”

A smile big enough to almost split your jaw worked its way onto your face and you gathered your things at the speed of light, trying your hardest not to look so excited when you made your way out of your home.

Now that the lesson was over, all you could focus on were the plans you had made with Kiri for the day.  The two of you were to venture into the forest in search for small materials that could be crafted into beads for bracelets or necklaces. While you had never really been very interested in healing work, you loved to make jewelry and were a damn good seamstress. You alone had sewn together many Na’vi’s hunting attire.

You loved hanging out with someone who felt connected to nature just as much as you did. Nobody had really figured out just how connected Kiri was to Eywa, but just from watching how she carried herself you knew it was much stronger than any of the others- maybe even stronger than Tsahik.

The village was bustling with na’vi and very lively today, the simple sight of it all warmed your heart. You watched as preparations began to unfold for the clan’s annual Festival of Lights, a celebration in thanks to the spirits for a bountiful hunting season. It was your favorite time of year and everyone seemed much happier the days leading up to it- especially Neteyam. This was one of the rare times of the year he could actually relax and enjoy himself, free from all duties and allowed to simply live his life the way he wanted for a few days.

Or so you thought.

You decided that you would craft a gorgeous necklace for Neteyam with the rare marbles you hoped you’d find near one of the fresh water springs, and what better time to give it to him than during the festival tomorrow? You knew you couldn’t express your feelings to him without an offering. If a Na’vi woman favors a Na’vi male for her mate but has not been suggested to him by his parents or the man himself, she must present her love with an offering in which he can accept or decline. The clan was very big on arranged courtship, which made admitting your feelings so much more of a big deal and ten times scarier.

As you paced through the path to the Sully’s quarters you greeted the elders that passed you and smiled at the small children who were busy entertaining themselves with a friendly game of tag.  Before you knew it, you were in front of the hut that housed a big chunk of your childhood memories. You pulled back one of the curtains with your hand, poking your head through as to not barge in and waving at Kiri who sat criss cross on the floor while dicing up some fruits.

“[Y/n]! Come in, come in!” A welcoming grin made its way onto her face as she waved you inside the home, quickly standing up to discard her task embrace you in a hug that rocked you back and forth. “It’s been too long.”

You hugged her back and laughed at her exaggeration, pulling back from the hug slightly to roll your eyes at her. “It’s been a week, Kiri.” You quipped.

She held onto your forearms with her five-fingered hands, an overly serious look taking over her expression. “Yes, a week too long my sister!”

“[Y/N]!” A squealing Tuk came running out from the other room, her short braids bouncing with almost as much energy as the little girl they belonged to. She squeezed herself between you and Kiri, hugging your legs with so much force you nearly stumbled and beaming up at you.

“Hi TukTuk.” You chuckled at her excitement, stroking her braids affectionately. “I swear, it’s like every time I come over here you’re so much bigger than last!”

Tuk was like the younger sibling you never had, and even though she annoyed the absolute hell out of her siblings you loved having her around you, her constant optimism was refreshing.

The little girl accepted your compliment with a toothy grin, piping up to change the subject. “Neteyam told me to tell you he said hello! Can you date my brother already so I can have two sisters?” She questioned eagerly, jumping up and down on her toes.

Your eyes almost popped out of your head hearing the words that came out of her mouth. You blushed profusely, not knowing what to say and instantly looking at Kiri for help who was already hunched over in a fit of laughter. “Kiri!” You whisper shouted, watching her straighten up instantly.

She wiped a potential tear from her eye, clearing her throat and gently pulling her little sister from your legs. “Alright Tuk. [Y/n] and I have some activities to do so why don’t you go down to the village and find Mama, hm?” Kiri suggested, resulting in the little girl shrugging her shoulders and skipping off with contentment as if she hadn’t tried to blow your life up right where you stood.

Kiri gave you a suspecting glance and a teasing smile, using her fingers to poke at your sides while you tried to get your face back to its usual shade of blue.

“Don’t you dare.” You held a hand up in her face before she could begin terrorizing you, turning on your heels and grabbing her wrist to lead her out of the hut.

~~~

“Kiri, stop taking all the pretty ones! The least you could do is save some for me, this was my idea you know.” You scoffed, watching her scoop up a handful of small, gorgeous multi-colored marbles you had finally found after almost an hour of looking and dump them into her satchel. She shook her head and snickered at you, taking half the amount she collected for herself and dropping them into your bag which contained other materials that could be crafted into beads.

“Thank you.” You smiled, laughing when she stuck her tongue out at you just like her younger sister.

“Yeah, yeah.” The snarky girl crouched down to continue her search, waving you off with a hand while she sifted through the soil beneath your feet to find more. “Why do you need these again? I haven’t seen you make jewelry in ages, last time I asked for a necklace you said you didn’t make them anymore.” She queried.

You tightly pressed your lips together and nervously rubbed your arm with your opposing hand, shrugging off her question as if it hadn’t caused your brain to try and come up with fifty different answers that were far from the truth. “No reason, just wanted to make some things for my mother. Her birthday is coming up, wanted to give her something really special.”

Kiri narrowed her eyes at you, rising up so the both of you were eye level. God, you knew her connection with Eywa was absolutely insane, but since when did she have the power to hear someone else’s thoughts too?

“You’re lying. Her birthday was almost three months ago.” She spoke, putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head at you with a smirk. “So, do you want to tell me the truth, or are we gonna sit here and act like you didn’t just forgot your own mother’s birthday?”

You let out a short huff, bringing your hand up to the bridge of your nose and pinching it. Of course she saw right through your excuse, you knew better than to lie to Pandora Jesus- at least that’s what Lo’ak used to call her. You would never say that to her face, though. Unless for some odd reason you were craving a mouthful of dirt for lunch. “Fine,” you started, looking away while you spoke and lowering your voice. “It’s for your brother.” You mumbled, the two of you deciding to start on your walk back to the village while the conversation proceeded.

“No way! Neteyam?!” She gasped dramatically, holding her hand up to her mouth as she attempted to look shocked. Your mouth fell open once realizing she was forging her surprised expression.

“Wait… you knew the whole time?” You gulped.

The look on your face made the slender girl titter with satisfaction. “No shit, both me and Lo’ak. Hell, you damn near drool every time you look at the man!” She sneered.

You groaned and threw your hands up in the air, more out of embarrassment than anything else. This was the first person you had told about your crush on Neteyam other than your mother, you truly thought no one else knew. To see her not even the least bit surprised made you wonder who else had caught on.

The two of you decided to start on your walk back to the village while your conversation proceeded. “Does he know?”

“Oh, of course not.” Kiri responded almost immediately, raising her arm to pluck a fruit from the tree above you. “You know my brother is oblivious to girls. He’s probably the most sought out in the village, yet he still finds it difficult to believe when someone likes him. He does talk about you quite a bit though.” She shrugged, taking a bite out of her newly acquired snack.

“Really?” Your ears perked up and the giddy smile on your face didn’t seem to help to hide the newfound hope brewing inside your chest. You ducked your head under low hanging branches, jogging a little to keep up with Kiri’s fast strides once you realized you were falling behind. “Well? What does he say?”

You could almost see the smile on her face from the back of her head, probably because you could hear it through her voice. “He said he misses hanging out with you, wants to do it more often. I believe that’s why he hasn’t chosen a mate, because once he does, the two of you won’t be able to spend time alone like that anymore.” The thought of your time being cut short for the second time right after the two of you had found each other again was enough to make you panic.

“I heard my parents talking last night. They’re wondering why he hasn’t picked yet.” She suddenly stopped walking and turned to face you, her hands grabbing yours with an encouraging smile. “So I may have put in a good word or two. After all, I think you’re a much better fit for him than any of the other girls.”

You finally felt as if everything was piecing itself together, your nerves began to melt away just like your heart did at Kiri’s words. Your gaze fell to the floor when you felt your face heat up like campfire and your tail began to swish with delight. “So, what I’m hearing is there’s still time?” You asked, sounding much more optimistic than you had intended.

Kiri’s eyes left your own and looked past your head, the corners of her mouth twitching into a mischevious grin when she seemingly spotted something you hadn’t. “I don’t know,” she started, grabbing your shoulders to turn you around. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Before you could even process the words that came out of her mouth, you were pushed forward with so much force that you stumbled out of the trees and into Neteyam’s line of sight. By the time you whipped your head around to hiss at Kiri, she was already gone.

You nervously turned back around, laughing to yourself at the stoic expression he carried around everywhere he went. You couldn’t help but feel starstruck every time you saw him, it was like your mind pictured him moving in slow motion simply to taunt you. He looked incredibly different from the years prior and you definitely were not complaining. And even though he hadn’t wanted to talk about it, it was pretty obvious how truly extensive and challenging his training must be. His arms had developed broad, toned muscles and you wondered if his abs would sound hollow had you knocked on them. You quickly straightened up when the solemn look on his face replaced itself with a bright smile once he picked your face out from the others.

You cleared your throat and tried to regain your composure as much as possible while he approached you, giving him a sweet smile in return and meeting him halfway.

“Hi.” You mentally cringed as soon as you heard the greeting your brain decided to choose. But lucky for you, his smile only got bigger. You could speak complete gibberish and he would sit and listen like he understood.

“Hey… How are you doing? With, you know.” He motioned down to your foot.

You tilted your head at him in confusion and it took you a few seconds to realize what he was referring to. Once it finally clicked, your cheeks flushed a bright red, remembering the predicament your injury had gotten the two of you into. “Oh! This old thing? Pshh.” You babbled like an idiot, looking around to try and focus on anything other than the handsome face in front of you.

He laughed at your display, the air around the two of you settling while you both tried to think of the words to say next.

“So I-“ Two voices overlapped as you guys opened your mouths to speak at the exact same time, making the both of you burst into a fit of laughter. You covered your mouth to hide your grin, shaking your head at him rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“You first.” He smiled.

You nodded your head and swallowed your pride, building up the courage for your request. “I really enjoyed flying with you on your Ikran the other night. And I was wondering if… maybe we could do it again sometime?” You questioned reluctantly, not entirely sure of what his answer would be. You figured spending some more time with Neteyam to prepare yourself for tomorrow would do your nerves some good.

“You’re not afraid anymore?” Much to your surprise he actually looked interested, his eyebrow raising along with the pitch of his voice. He couldn’t believe someone who had previously shown so much fear wanted to do the exact thing they were frightened of, again. Ikran rides were very exciting though, so really he was having a hard time believing you wanted to do it with him, again.

“No, I’m not.” You turned your head to the side a bit as you blushed. “But only because the mighty warrior helped me overcome my fear.” You teased.

Watching Neteyam trip and stumble over his words was like being able to come face to face with a Palulukan and not die. So in other words, extremely rare and not a common sight. He took your hand in his and looked down at you, hoping the loud beating of his heart would answer your question since his voice was having trouble staying steady in your presence. Your cheeks were sore now from how hard you were smiling.

“I would love-“

Just as he was about to agree to your proposal, an ear-bleeding voice made the both of you wince.

“Nete-yammm!” You watched as Eyiti waved her arm above her head like a madwoman and damn near sprinted in you and his direction. You cursed to yourself and rolled your eyes, which Neteyam did not happen to miss. Little did you know, he felt the exact same way about her as you did. Once she approached the two of you she batted her lashes at him and you swear you almost threw up in your mouth. Her eyes shot down to your intertwined fingers, the both of you begrudgingly releasing the other. You felt the urge to tighten your grip, but you knew it wasn’t a good look for the olo’eyktan’s son to be seen displaying public affection with a woman who had not yet been suggested to him.

She cleared her throat with satisfaction, completely disregarding your presence and continuing to eyefuck him. “Are you busy, ‘Teyam?”

The sound of her voice using the nickname you had reserved for him was enough to make your eye convulse as you felt irritation overwhelm your previously good mood. You dipped your head to the side a bit to catch her gaze, waving a hand in front of her face to break the trance she was in. “Uh, hello?” You spoke up, tilting your head to the side with a tight lipped smile once she glared at you. “Yeah, hi. It seems you’re missing a few letters there. You know, the ’N’ and the ‘E’.” Neteyam looked at you with an astounded expression, and even you were surprised at the fact that you managed to speak up. If you weren’t mistaken, you heard the slightest chuckle from him too.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and you felt a hint of accomplishment from ruffling her feathers a bit, only for her to turn her attention back towards him. “You promised you’d finish organizing preparations with my parents to be my date for the festival, remember?” She spoke, her hand now finding its way to stroke his arm.

Hearing those words come from her of all people felt like a knife driving right through your chest. You looked to Neteyam with disbelief clouding your eyes, hoping for something, anything to let you know that what she had just said wasn’t true. He only shut his eyes for a brief moment, opening his mouth to speak but a deep exhale followed instead of words like you expected. Her mouth curved into a sinister grin only you could notice. After dealing with her for so many years, you knew she would hide her true intentions behind fraudulent innocence.

You felt betrayed and you hated yourself for it. The two of you weren’t even together, you hadn’t even been suggested to him. You scolded yourself for even thinking the few hours the two of you spent together after years apart meant anything more than a friendly catch up to him.

He shifted his gaze to you, the look on his face more than apologetic. “I’m sorry, [Y/n]. I can explain this…” His voice was filled with remorse but his heart yearned to say more. There was something more than an explanation dancing behind his eyes, but you were much too embarrassed to look at him and discover it. He desperately felt the need to rectify the situation but you simply shook your head and took a step back.

You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling exposed all of a sudden and not caring if you had failed to look unbothered. It was impossible to hide how you truly felt from him, your efforts would have been futile regardless of how hard you tried. “It’s fine, go.” You stopped your voice from cracking, daring not to look at him while you felt his stare only grow stronger.

You felt his fingers brush against your forearm as he reached for you, resulting in you raising your arms slightly to avoid his grasp. “I hope the two of you have fun.” You choked out, excusing yourself before you became subject to further humiliation. You heard his voice call out for you but there was no way you could turn back to face him, the tears you had made such an effort to keep unshed were now threatening to spill over.

You kept your head down as you walked, nearly falling back onto your bottom when your body came in contact with a ridiculously hard surface.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I should have been watching where I was going.” You blinked away your tears, looking up to see none other than Ta’olu staring down at you.

The tall male peered at you with a confident smile, amusement written all over his face, not at all minding that you had used him as an anchor to not fall over. “No worries, I was actually coming to find you.”

You cocked your head to the side with interest. You weren’t entirely sure why he would have been looking for you, seeing as the last time you had asked him to hang out he ditched you for some random girl he had met the day before. “Okay… what’s up?” You cleared your throat, trying to set aside what had just happened a minute ago.

His stance shifted slightly and he grabbed hold of your hand, the interaction not being nearly as enjoyable as it was with Neteyam. His hand on yours was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole and hibernate for the rest of the year. His gruff voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his question being exactly what you feared.

“Would you be my date for the festival tomorrow?”

a/n:Isn’t Eyiti just the worst? And who the hell is this Ta’olu dude? 🙈*mischievous laughter* I’m so sorry for leaving y’all on a cliff hanger but I had to end this chapter here! I wonder what’s gonna go down in part 3 🤔 I’m sorry if i missed your tag! I wrote them down but when I entered it in some of them wouldn’t pop up 💔

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Snippet from Chapter 3 of "A Tale Painted with Blood"

A Black Myth Wukong Fanfic

Sun Wukong x OC/Reader

Destined One x OC/Reader

Snippet:

When I woke, there was a peach. A single peach, plump and golden in the morning light, and no Monkey.

I blinked at it, rubbing the haze from my eyes, the oddity of it settling like dust in the corners of my mind. A peach sitting near me—Monkey Boy’s version of a note, I supposed. That he would return? Maybe.

Maybe not.

I glanced around, half-expecting him to drop from the ceiling or leap from the shadows. Nothing. He must’ve gone scouting ahead, slipping away like a breeze, though why he didn’t wake me was a question that lingered like the scent of the fruit.

The wooden floor beneath me creaked as I shifted, crossing my legs and yawning without a care, the temple’s derelict walls echoing the sound. We’d holed up in this forgotten place for the night, a sanctuary once, the old walls telling a story of well-maintained care, now a skeleton of what it used to be. Monkey Boy had wiped the floor with a giant white wolfman before we settled here—the beast’s massive paws now silent, its lingering presence nothing more than a memory woven into the decaying structure.

It had a strange habit, that wolf. Every time it landed a hit on Monkey Boy, it would lick its bloodied paws, slow and deliberate, like it was savoring the taste of victory before it could claim the kill.

Savoring the taste of his blood…

A thousand questions fluttered through my mind, restless like birds trapped in a cage. Why was he here, adrift and solitary in this desolate place? Could he speak, or was silence his only companion? And why, the moment his eyes had met Monkey Boy's, did violence bloom in his veins, swift as a storm? But then again, everyone seemed to hurl themselves at Monkey Boy, as if drawn by some magnetic pull toward chaos. Maybe it was something in the wind, a call only they could hear, urging them to strike before they even thought to breathe.

When the fight had ended, I’d burst from my the stone, racing over to check on him. Deep gashes crisscrossed his chest and arms, blood slicking his fur and skin. But with one lazy swig from that gourd strapped to his back, the wounds began to knit themselves back together, as if the claws of that giant wolf had never touched him.

Naturally, I asked for a sip—just to heal the wolfman’s claw marks still burning across my own arm from a few days ago. But Monkey Boy, in all his maddening glory, held it just out of my reach, an eyebrow raised in smug amusement at my… antics.

Of course, I had to jump for it, trying to convince him it was purely for the sake of the cuts. But no, that knowing glint in his eyes said he wasn’t buying my story for a second.

And I mean, who could blame me? He looked utterly rejuvenated after drinking it, his wounds gone, his posture lazy yet strong. The scent of that brew wafted toward me—rich, warm, intoxicating… and maybe just a bit alcoholic.

Perhaps that magical elixir wasn’t meant for human consumption, or maybe he was just being his usual stingy self. Either way, after a few hopeless hops trying to snatch it from his grip, I decided to let him keep his mystery drink. If Monkey Boy wanted to be greedy with his precious brew, who was I to press? Besides, the last thing I needed was to find out firsthand what kind of hangover magic brings. 

I shifted uncomfortably, rubbing my sore back, eyes lingering on the peach that sat innocently on the floor beside me. Sleeping on wooden planks was somehow worse than bedding down in dirt and moss—at least the earth had a softness to it. But a roof over our heads, even one as broken as this, was a luxury I had learned never to take for granted. In my old world, shelter had been a fleeting comfort, one I couldn’t always claim.

Truth be told, I could have nestled into the stone to sleep, hidden away in its embrace. But I didn’t. I didn’t want to leave him alone, not after his earlier… apprehension toward me. Call me soft, call me a fool, but I’d glimpsed something beneath all that bravado. In the rare moments when he thought no one was watching, where he forgot I was watching—those quiet instances before we became friends—I’d catch him staring at the sky, day or night, with a sigh. Not the kind of sigh that comes from exhaustion, but the kind that carries the weight of something unspoken. Something lonelier.

It was that sigh, that sliver of vulnerability, that kept me tethered to him. It’s why I pushed so hard, why I was relentless in pushing my way into his orbit, desperate to bridge the space between us. Desperate to call him a friend, even when he kept me at arm’s length.

I reached for the peach, cradling it in my palm. It had the same weight as the first one I’d found when I stumbled into this strange world—a curious heft, like it was stone beneath that deceptively soft skin. The other fruits we’d eaten had been light, forgettable, but these peaches? They felt heavy in a way that went beyond the physical. Almost… significant. I wondered, for a fleeting moment, what it meant. But as the thought drifted away like smoke, I brought the peach to my lips and bit down—

Note: Sorry for not posting anything last week 😖