#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

[longroadstonowhere]

ALSO

i have not been blogging about it, but i watched amphibia last week and at first i was like ‘cool, happy to know what people will be referencing now and that i can stop dodging spoilers, also yes that was a hella good cartoon, but also prime brain material for reading fanfic’ (yes those were all my first thought shut up), so i went looking for a bit of fanfic, figuring i wouldn’t find much

and uh

i think i’ve read like a hundred fics since last friday? like not even being hyperbolic for once, i found good authors and just tore through all their stuff, and i still have a window full of tabs with more to read

so that’s what’s been on my brain any time i’m not freaking out about job or school or career path generally speaking

[catsharkie]

what if ds9 had tumble

capsisko

the wormhole :) 

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klingon bird of prey, cloaked.

capsisko

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Gul Dukat did nothing wrong.

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I thought I had work today, but no, the time loop.

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STATUS UPDATE, I WON THE ART COMPETITION! 

#THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE IN THE COMPETITION!

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If another thing breaks on this station i swear to the prophets

kiranerys 

the replicator just sent someone to the infirmary. our doctor is running on negative 60 hours of sleep at least

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i just want a raktajino

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@miles-edward-obrien get your ass in here

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56 hours and counting!

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57 hours!

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where is miles

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julian please

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ah yes. me. my bestie. and his 50k word fanfic draft.

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YOU asked ME if you could beta

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its funnier if i blame you

#lol

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57 hours!

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I’m going to make a callout document on you.

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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.

[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.

[syoddeye]

sy's reading recs

hi. i read a lot of fanfiction for COD and i love spreadsheets. i try to track my reads, and thought i'd make two reading rec lists. you are currently viewing the non-darkfic list. i've included blurbs from yours truly. the blurbs are short because there are a LOT of recs below the cut. now then.

beyond the read more, you are responsible for reading tags, warnings, and summaries.

pairings are indicated where applicable, although these may change or may not be established yet.

similarly fic ratings may change! again, it's your responsibility to read tags and warnings.

i've checked all the links, but if they're broken, i blame tumblr. there's enough info to find the fic if need be.

do not harass authors with "next part when" bullshit. it's tacky and i hate you.

previous lists: one, two | banner by @/cafekitsune

gaz x reader

Lavender Skies by @yeyinde

Late to the party but gd if you haven't read this, put it at the top of your list. Kebabs, back-up shoes, the feeling of someone knowing you, the pain and sublimity of being in your late 20s...Chef's kiss.

childfree!reader thoughts by @pfhwrittes

Tooth-rottingly sweet bit about finding someone with the same priorities and not being made to feel bad about it. Love it when the boys match-make a lil bit.

The Gym by @secretsynthetic

Very cute piece about meeting trainer!Gaz at a workout class. Kudos to Reader for making it through the class because I would've had to bail if Gaz perceived me for half a second. Love how observant and sweet he is in this.

Pluto by @groguspicklejar

Late to yet another party, but I got sucked in by the premise: 'vampire!Gaz is smitten with a girl who has no desire to be around his kind'. I love how the relationship progresses, the later chapters had me gigglin'. Except for that last chap. I got GOT.

ghost x reader

child free @391780

I tag it from time to time but one of my favorite things to see in fanfic is the love and intimacy of caring for someone. And that's what this is. Among my favorite oneshots I've seen shared in this fandom.

Roommate Simon by @tacticalgirlboss

Roommate Simon could go in so many directions, but I love this particular take. The slow evolution of the relationship from roommate to something else. Made me feel mushy as hell by the end.

Through Me (The Flood) by @peachesofteal

Another drop everything to read fic. Seeing Simon embrace a role he was not expecting to ever fulfill is both heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. Me with every installment.

soap x reader

mic work by @glossysoap

I have four words for you: Erotic audio artist Soap. Soap's hard at work (🥁), imagining best friend!Reader as the subject of his latest scripts. He is COMMITTED to his job. submissive Soap by @doeidawn

Dizzying. Schedule time to take a lap after reader. Something about that man begging. It needs to be studied and somehow distilled. Into what? I don't know, don't ask me, I can't think straight after re-reading this. bad reservation by @the-californicationist

I think I summed up my reaction to this in my tags: "reader's getting that michelin star dick". A prompt filled by Cali that made me giggle furiously for a smooth ten minutes after reading.

price x reader

Storm Chaser by @/the-californicationist

Save me, biker!Price...save me... Caution: You may need to lie down after reading. Truthfully, I'm terrified of motorcycles. But I would reconsider for this Price.

A Case of You by @alittleposhtoad

One of my favorite new series. A zombie apocalypse where you're hiding out on a remote island in Canada, and who finds you? Just my favorite man. Really enjoy the pieces of worldbuilding and seeing Price interact with what's left of Reader's community.

Words Like Violence by @deadbranch

BodyguardxBodyguard. Two professionals wanting one another and their jobs kind of getting in the way. Suits. Gear. Gloves. Pure catnip. An appearance from Simon that made me laugh, re-read, then rub my hands together like a raccoon.

141 x reader and other pairings

GhostGaz Week by @dragonnarrative-writes - gaz x ghost

Dragon knocked it out of the park on GhostGaz week. I love all of them, but 'afraid of the dark' and 'sweet talk' are two of my favorites.

An Offer You Won't Refuse by @lovifie - gaz x price

You know that clip of Kylo Ren screaming more? That's me, because this makes me want more GazPrice in my life. Delectable. Mean!Price and Gaz calling in a victory.

SCP!141 by @ghouljams - gen tf 141

Incredibly fun and freaky AU that I think has half of my lil circle of friends on here willing to overlook their personal safety to get at SCP-141....I may or may not be among them.

Fancy by @swordsandholly - 141 x reader

Subtle delicious morsels of worldbuilding and bleak, dystopian vibes with vampires. That should be enough to get you started. Had me at the Reba reference.

Tradie 141 by @/pfhwrittes - mix

The way I would be quickly banned from any worksite if they were real. The Tradie!verse is very, very important to me and I eat up every piece that comes out of P's big brain.

Autumn Embers by @/dragonnarrative-writes - 141 x reader

One of the most nuanced takes on the omegaverse paired with some of the hottest smut. The meta is a good place to start, imho, as it underpins the fic and bolsters the plot.

Mission Shenanigans by @kyletogaz - gazsoap x reader

Here's a taste: “You’ve got your tongue shoved in my pussy and you expect for me to be quiet?” Got it? Scurry on over for the oneshot that made me bluescreen at the end.

Service Dog Johnny by @void-my-warranty - ghoap x reader

Interesting spin on Ghoap x Reader that shows a level of intimacy between Simon x Reader (and by extension, Ghoap x Reader), that goes beyond the sex. Yes, the smut is fantastic, but the relationship dynamic hooked me.

Cool Girl x @/peachesofteal - ghoap x reader

As a former 'Cool Girl', reading this is both therapeutic and painful, and fuck me if I don't run to read every update. You will cry, laugh, tear your hair out, and enjoy it.

Fuck-ass mohawk by @sentientcave - ghoap x reader

Reader finally saying what I'm thinking. Fuck-ass mohawk. Hilarious piece. I definitely didn't finish this and think "oh dang I want Reader to be mean to ME". 👀

"romance" in the age of technology by @/pfhwrittes - soap x gaz

Let it be known that Johnny MacTavish is a giver. A good friend. So thoughtful of others. So while Gaz recovers from top surgery, obviously our Scottish saint takes it upon himself (literally?) to cheer him up. Funny and WHEW.

[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: 1/3

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Part 1 of Wonderwall series

Excerpt:

Djarin nodded, resting his wrist on his knee, Luke stared at him sideways, liking the way the mandalorian was just sitting there, looking so casually cool and aggressive at the same time.

"They think you're-" Luke trailed off.

"Your boyfriend, I know."

Chapter 1: Heartthrob

After joining the rebel alliance and blowing up the Death Star, former moisture farmer, Luke Skywalker, was forced to deal with the aftermath of such a feat as well as his sudden popularity. People started trying to spend time with him, calling him hero, asking him a lot of questions, sometimes he could feel the air going thicker as his hands were sweating all of a sudden.

That afternoon something was off. He was surrounded by his rebels mates, they were hugging him, cheering him "When this war ends and we kill all the kriffing imps, marry me, Luke!" One of the guys joked, or Luke assumed he was joking. He smiled nervously as the guy pressed his chest against Luke's shoulder, he was close, so close. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing hard, trying to ignore the way his mate was invading his personal space.

"Enough Killian! You're making him feel uncomfortable." Luke opened his eyes only to find princess Leia's piercing brown eyes, if looks could kill, the man all over Luke would have died right there on the spot.

The group went silent and they left immediately, the princess watched them leaving as she rested her hands on her hips tilting her head, clicking her tongue, Luke stared at her until she locked eyes with him.

"Thanks Leia but I can deal with them." Luke avoided her gaze feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, no, you can't." She replied making the blonde look at her again.

Luke sighed "It's been only a couple of weeks, I'm just getting used to their attention, just, give me time." Something about Leia made him feel safe and he wasn't in need of pretending he was this hero everyone else thought he was.

"Luke, they're going to eat you alive. You need to be clear, tell them that you don't want their - how did you call it? Attention?" She grinned and Luke felt his cheeks going warmer.

"I'm not good at that."

Leia narrowed her eyes but someone called for her before she could say anything "Uh, just give me a second Luke. What is it?" She asked Polina who was approaching them.

"The bounty hunter is here, princess." She whispered frowning.

"Good, he's late. I need to take care of this, Luke, I'll see you later, alright?"

Luke bit at his lower lip and nodded as he looked at the pilots next to them, he sighed and Leia followed his moves with her eyes, concerned "Luke? Are you good?"

"I'm good." He answered as the two of them were now staring at the pilots, the men were ogling Luke, visibly talking about him with those typical stupid lopsided grins on his faces.

"Ugh! Disgusting!" Leia said making Luke flinch. "That's it! Come with me Luke, now." She demanded, and if Luke had learned something that was that he shouldn't contradict Leia, the girl was something special, she was unique, he could even swear that she was the most amazing young woman he had ever met, not like he met a lot of people before, still, sometimes he found himself daydreaming about her, thinking about her strength, her determination, the way she was always right and, above all things, the fact that she was self-confident. Luke was stubborn but she was even more stubborn than him and he kind of worshipped her by now.

He reluctantly walked alongside Leia "How do you deal with them?" He asked under his breath.

"Me? Well, they're scared of me since I was fourteen, before that they used to hit on me all the time, those pervs." She snorted "You're too nice, Luke, I like that, you're not the problem, they are." She stated.

They entered the meeting room as Luke was scratching his head trying to shrug off the idea of those guys drooling over him when a man covered in beskar from head to toes appeared in front of them, Luke's eyes widened "Holly kriff..." He muttered admiring the beskar plates on the man's body until he looked up at the helmet, slightly flinching when he realized the black visor was fixed on him.

"Mandalorian, we were expecting you... Sooner." The princess said nodding and smiling, Luke looked at her sideways, enjoying the girl's boldness, enjoying how good she was with words, especially when she was being sarcastic.

"I brought the supplies as you wanted, if you know a better way to go to Coruscant and steal goods from them under their noses, be my guest, Lady." The man in beskar said flatly, Luke was astonished, that was the first time since he knew Leia that he witnessed someone talking to her like that, even Han Solo was a little more polite. "Besides the snowstorm out there is getting terrible, I spent hours circling over your base before I could land."

Leia narrowed her eyes, pressing her lips together, then she sighed "Alright mandalorian, I'm going to see your cargo, I hope you didn't miss anything." She nodded "Make yourself comfortable, I'm right back." She shifted her gaze from the mandalorian to Luke "Please, officer Skywalker, make sure the mandalorian is comfortable." She patted the blonde's upper arm, Luke stared at her frowning in confusion.

"It's Djarin." The mandalorian said crossing his arms and resting his backside against a table, the princess and the blonde looked at him at the same time. "My name's Din Djarin."

Leia arched one eyebrow "You didn't show that courtesy when we met, I appreciate you're doing it now though. See you later." She turned around before the mandalorian could reply to her remark. Din Djarin uncrossed his arms like trying to say something but Leia was already gone.

Luke squinted, making eye contact with the black visor. He cleared his throat "Would you like something to eat?"

"I'm fine." Djarin deadpanned.

"Alright, something to drink then?"

"No." He answered. Luke swallowed hard, annoyance appearing on his face. "Thanks." The mandalorian added as if he noticed that he was being a jerk.

Luke looked around not knowing what to do when a squad mate stood next to him "Hi Skywalker, where's Leia?"

"Uh..." Luke's eyes were still on the mandalorian "She will be back in a minute." He looked at his mate "What do you need her for?"

"Oh, I don't need her, I was just looking for you." He said passing his arm around Luke's shoulders "I was thinking that maybe you want to come over my room, you look a little tired, Luke, you deserve some fun." He chuckled whispering in his ear.

Luke rolled back his shoulders pulling away from him, remembering Leia's words and feeling that it was about time to show them that he wasn't too nice, he was a hero, a warrior, and they should respect him "In your dreams, Morter, now go and tell your friends that you don't have a chance." He said, his icy stare and the way he was looking him up and down making the man wince.

Morter frowned but then he laughed "Kriff, Luke, even when you try to look menacing you're cute as fuck, I think I fancy you even harder now. Come on, you're gonna have a great time." He said reaching out to touch the blonde's face.

Luke forgot about the mandalorian until he saw him behind Morter, Luke's lips parted as he looked at him over the man's shoulder "What is it?" Morter asked as he turned around and he pulled back a little when he realized the mandalorian was hovering at his back "Fuck! Shit!" He said under his breath stumbling as his back hit Luke's body.

The mandalorian didn't say a word taking two steps forward, Morter looked at him straightening up his back as he raised his hands shaking his head "I'm off. I'm sorry." He said rushing to the exit.

Luke followed the man with his eyes and then he looked at the man in beskar inches apart of him, he sighed defeated, embarrassed as he realized a mandalorian witnessed the way he couldn't stand up for himself.

"Are you okay?" Djarin asked, still on the spot.

"Yeah... Yeah..." The blonde laughed and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear "We're joking, we do that a lot, you know? Like, it's just an inside joke." He lied.

The mandalorian nodded and walked away, Luke stared at his back, his cape looked dirty and it was teared at the ends, still Luke thought that he looked awesome. A real warrior.

"How is it? To live outside the law?" He asked absentmindedly.

The mandalorian stopped dead in his tracks and Luke felt a cold wave all over his chest. Fuck!

"You mean how is it to be a criminal?" Djarin asked staring at him.

"Uh, no, I'm not implying that you're a criminal, I don't even know you, you look like a good businessman I guess. I'm from Tatooine, I've been to Mos Eisley. See? I know about scum and villains, you look different from them." Luke used to talk a lot, all the time, and he didn't know when to stop, it was even worse when he was anxious, his friend Biggs Darklighter told him once that his mouth was bigger than a meteor crater, and he was right about that.

The mandalorian chuckled lightly and Luke trailed off.

"Mos Eisley, huh? I bet you ended up on the floor more than once." He said and Luke could hear amusing in his voice.

"You're calling me wimpy?" Luke asked with a scowl on his face.

"No. It's a Mos Eisley thing, if you didn't hit the floor at least once then you're not worthy." He said leaning against a wall.

"And you think I'm worthy?" He asked as fast as he could.

The mandalorian nodded "I saw the way you talked to that guy, you're good at getting yourself into trouble." Luke frowned "Let me guess, someone else ended the fight for you."

Luke thought back to that day, the goddamn mandalorian was right, Ben Kenobi saved his skin that day.

"Not because you're armed to the teeth you are allowed to say such things about me, Djarin, take it back." He demanded, his jaw clenching.

"No." The mandalorian replied and Luke gasped offended as Leia walked into the room.

"Djarin, you can go now. We'll contact you if we need your services again." She informed offering her hand to the mandalorian.

"Alright." He said shaking Leia's hand. "Until then." He looked at Luke "Nice to meet you, officer Skywalker."

Yeah, I don't think so. Luke thought.

~

Han was sitting across from Luke drinking some spotchka in his room "You look like you're secretly trying to kill someone with that force thing."

Solo's words brought him back from his thoughts "It's nothing." He shrugged, still upset about how easy the mandalorian could read him only by watching and listening to him while he was dealing with Morter's bullshit.

"Leia told me about your admirers." He grinned.

"Go to hell, Han, I know you're enjoying it."

"Of course not. Listen kid, they do believe that you're this delicate flower, you need to show them that you're a pain in the ass."

"I'm not a pain in the ass!" He said staring at Han.

Solo sighed "I knew the minute I knew you that you were a bigmouth brat." He shrugged "Yes, don't look at me like that, just, treat them the way you treated me and they will hate you."

"Do you hate me, Han?" He asked concerned.

"Me? No, but that's because I'm special." He smiled charmingly.

"Yeah, well, I tried to be mean today, and it didn't work, fortunately that mandalorian was there and Morter shitted himself, he said he was sorry and he left." Luke tilted his head "Huh? Now that I think about it he didn't say sorry to me, he said sorry to the mandalorian." He frowned staring at the table.

"Natural, he thought the mandalorian was banging you." Han said and sipped his spotchka.

Luke looked at him and his cheeks were blushing "Han!"

His friend shrugged.

"You're disgusting." He added now scratching the table surface.

"Look, maybe you can use that, make them believe that the mandalorian is your daddy, they won't touch you. Hell! They won't even allow themselves having wet dreams about you anymore."

Luke grimaced but then he considered Han's advice "Well, maybe I could tell them that he's coming back soon, that I'm waiting for him, it could work."

"Why would you say that?"

"What? That was your idea. Are you shitting me here Han or what?" He asked furious.

Han shook his head "No, I mean use the mandalorian, you don't need to say that he's coming back for you since he never left."

"What?" Luke leaned forward over the table.

"He's still in the base, he couldn't leave, the storm didn't allow it. I thought you knew." Han frowned gesturing with his hands.

"No. I don't know then, it's stupid, I mean, I can tell them to back off." Luke shook his head, blinking.

"Alright kid, if you don't have the balls to say the mandalorian is your boyfriend then you surely will have the balls to tell your mates to back off." He stated sarcastically.

Maybe Han was right, Luke would never have the courage to face his wooers. Telling that him and the mandalorian were dating was a little white lie but pretending they were an item with the mandalorian still around them was something else entirely.

~

That evening they were in the multi-purpose room having dinner, Luke sat next to the entrance and two pilots came close to him.

Luke was chewing some dry meat holding his bowl close to his chest. If someone was looking at him at that moment they could totally notice the way he made himself smaller, by shrinking himself, legs pressed against each other and his shoulders so close to his ears, like he was trying to disappear.

One pilot sat down at one side and the other one at the other side, both leaning against him, pressing him between their bodies.

"Baby boy, look at us, you make such a precious middle, imagine how good you'll look when we get you on your knees."

Back off!

Back off!

The words were repeating inside his mind but Luke couldn't articulate them and he was feeling uneasy and furious. He was also paralyzed.

Apparently someone was indeed looking at him from afar and did notice his growing discomfort, Luke was staring at the floor and recognized the torn black cape and the boots in front of him, when he looked up his mind was clear again, the only thought inside his head was that he was safe, Din Djarin was before his eyes, with his gloved hands on his hips and his helmet tilted down, unmistakably judging Luke's stalkers.

"Did you lose something, mandalorian?" One of them was bold enough to ask.

"Hush, no..." The other one said and Luke realized he was being very wary.

The mandalorian leaned forward "Take your hands off him." He said flatly. "Both of you." He added as his hand hovered over his blaster.

The pilots pulled away from Luke and rose to their feet slowly, not breaking eye contact with the mandalorian's visor.

"Lucky bastard." The bolder pilot said under his breath as they were walking away.

Luke worried his bottom lip with one of his fangs, then he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Skywalker, I think you have a problem here." The mandalorian said sitting down on the floor next to him.

Luke knew he was right, this was the worst situation so far and he couldn't lie about it anymore.

"Thank you, this is the second time you help me, so, thank you." The blonde said sincerely.

Djarin nodded, resting his wrist on his knee, Luke stared at him sideways, liking the way the mandalorian was just sitting there, looking so casually cool and aggressive at the same time.

"They think you're-" Luke trailed off.

"Your boyfriend, I know." To Luke's surprise the mandalorian didn't even stutter when he said that. "And you're welcome, they are crossing the line here."

"I don't know what to do." He confessed staring down.

"Well, you'll figure it out eventually."

"Or maybe you could help me, just for a little longer." Luke said facing him, digging his fingers into the bowl.

The mandalorian looked at his hands, as he could notice Luke's distress, then he looked up at his face again "That's what I'm doing."

"Yeah, but-"

"I won't kill them, Skywalker."

"Oh no, no, no. Of course not. I was just thinking that-" He huffed "Never mind." He finally said ruffling his golden hair.

"But I'm okay with pretending we're dating if that's what's on your mind." Djarin said shrugging one shoulder and casually looking around.

Luke went silent, that made Din look at him again.

"I'm staying here for a while, Organa said that these storms could last weeks, I'm stuck here." The mandalorian added, his visor boring into Luke's eyes.

"Are you okay with that?" He asked sheepishly.

"I want to help."

"Alright then, and don't worry about credits, I'll pay you." Luke said and Din froze staring at him "Oh, no, not in that way, I mean, since you're stuck here you can't take jobs, so we can provide you with credits, there's a lot of work to be done here, please don't take this the wrong way." He smiled nervously.

"I don't need credits." Din said bluntly.

Luke nodded still staring at him "Alright."

Djarin looked at the pilots across the room "What do we do now?"

"I don't know, they already think that you're my boyfriend." Luke could feel his heart thudding heavily inside his chest, it was weird, saying that out loud. He has never been in a relationship and calling the mandalorian his boyfriend was not only a first and foreign but also exciting and he couldn't help feeling thrilled. "Maybe spend time together." He added staring at his bowl, trying to avoid Din's visor.

"Like a real couple, right, then I'll stay with you till dinner's over." Luke hummed at that pressing his lips together "What?" Din asked him.

"Nothing." He answered leaving the bowl on the floor.

"Tell me." The mandalorian insisted.

"Real couples spend all the time they can together." The blonde said looking at him for a split second.

"You mean that we should make them believe that we sleep together?"

Luke coughed and then nodded "Yeah but here's the problem, I share my room with three other people."

"I'm staying in my ship, you can stay with me at night if you are okay with that, my bunk is small but you can take it."

"What about you?"

"I'll sleep in the cockpit, don't worry."

"No, anyone could see you sleeping in your cockpit."

"Then what?"

"We'll manage, I'm going with you." Luke rose to his feet "Can we go now?"

Din looked up at him and nodded.

Luke thought that he looked adorable looking at him still sitting on the floor with that shining helmet and that dark mysterious visor, he pushed that thought to the back of his mind and offered his hand to him. Din hesitated but then he took it, standing on his feet, Luke looked at him noticing the man was taller than him and something inside him was screaming that this might be a really bad idea. Still he followed Din casting a glance at the pilots behind them, they looked confused and irked, Luke smiled slyly at them over his shoulder.

~

"This is the bunk." The mandalorian said standing next to the improvised bed, clutching the front of his belt with both hands, Luke's eyes traveled down his form and then he nodded trying to hide the fact that he found that sight interesting, even alluring if you asked him.

"Looks comfy."

"It's not."

Luke chuckled "Remember I'm coming from Tatooine."

"How could I forget?" The mandalorian asked leaning his back against the wall.

Luke looked around "I like your ship." Din didn't say a word "You can't sleep in the cockpit though, maybe I can sleep right here on the floor."

"I said you'll take the bunk." Din leaned forward "I'll take the floor."

"I'm not tired though." Luke sat down on the floor staring at Din hoping the mandalorian would join him.

"Is that true, that storms here last weeks?" Din asked finally sitting next to Luke and the blonde's heart was fluttering.

"Yes."

Din hummed "You've been here for a while then."

"No, but our people know Hoth quite well. They told me about it."

"I should've assumed it, you're new in this rebellion thing, you're too young." The mandalorian said rubbing his own knees with his hands.

"I'm not too young!" Luke retorted, feeling his ego bruised.

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"Kriff..." The mandalorian muttered.

"What do you mean? Hey, I'm not a kid! How old are you?" Luke asked annoyed.

The mandalorian shook his head.

"I bet you're older than Han." The blonde said narrowing his eyes.

"No way, Solo looks like your father." Din deadpanned.

That elicited a laugh from Luke "He would be so pissed if I told him you said that."

Din tilted his helmet "I'm twenty-eight."

Luke smiled staring at him "Then you're younger than Han."

They spent part of the night talking about Tatooine and Luke asked a lot of questions about the mandalorian way, Din didn't answer as many as Luke expected but still he was in awe of him.

"Are you cold?" Din asked him as he passed his arm over Luke's legs to grab a blanket, slightly touching his thigh by accident and the young man winced.

"Fuck!" They both said at the same time. Luke covered his eyes with his hand.

"I'm sorry." Din said under his breath withdrawing his hand.

"Oh no, Djarin, I am sorry, I'm tense, it's on me, you did nothing wrong." The blonde shook his head crossing his legs.

Din looked down "It's a good thing this happened here and not in front of your squad mates."

"Huh?"

"If this happens in front of them they would know for sure that we're not together." The mandalorian got a point.

"Shit, you're right. It's okay, it won't happen again." Luke nodded reassuringly.

"Good." Din nodded as well and tried to reach the blanket again. This time Luke flinched and brought his knees to his chest.

"Not again! Fuck Din, I'm sorry!" He said holding Din's hand. They stayed like that for a moment, then Din cleared his throat. Luke let his hand go.

"Can I try something?" The mandalorian asked standing up slowly.

Luke followed him suit boring into his visor.

"Try to hug me, Skywalker."

Luke's eyes widened as he nodded, then he closed the space between them encircling Din's neck with his arms, something stirred deep inside him when he felt Din's hands on his lower back, he followed his instinct and hid his face in the crook of the mandalorian's neck, of course he couldn't reach his skin, the man's neck was covered by a thick fabric. It didn't matter, Luke felt his warmth through the flight suit and the beskar plates. And he felt safe, for the second time that night.

Din tightened the grip around his waist "You didn't wince." He said in a deep voice and Luke realized that, indeed, this was a very bad idea.

He liked it. More than that, he loved it. But it was wrong, he felt like he was taking advantage of the situation and the mandalorian's goodwill.

He pulled his head back staring at his helmet "It was fun, Din, but I need to go back."

"Why?" The mandalorian asked still holding him against his chest and Luke's knees weakened.

"We've been here for hours, they'll buy it. Even better if I return and take a shower." He chuckled.

"Clever." Din said pulling away from him and Luke was already missing his arms around him.

"See you tomorrow." The blonde said as he gave him a half-smile and he turned around walking away trying to ignore all the new feelings that he was experiencing that night as he left Djarin behind.

[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]

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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 😖