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[nateslehky]

i wrote??? 4 thousand words today?? of a silly goofy project?? that i thought of this morning?? and i actually like them???

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To Love is to Hurt ➸ Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Wolffe

uM hello, this has been a few months in the making. it got way too long so i’ve decided to split this into multiple parts!!

if youre coming from miss keida’s blog, hello, i am ⚡️!! speaking of miss @jangofctts​ hELLO wife it’s me! i’m pretty nervous to post this because i’ve been ⚡️ anon on keida’s blog for so long but i know a couple people have been waiting for this so here it is ! part one of to love is to hurt :)

also tagging @starlightrows​ bc u inspired me to post this tonight hehe love u :) -sparky

here is the playlist i talked about making for the fic

and here is my masterlist

Watching your Master fawn over Duchess Satine and ignore your presence hurts more than you thought it would. Luckily, Commander Wolffe is there to distract you from your pain. (Padawan is over the age of 18)

word count: 4.5k+

warnings: angst, pining, obi-wan being kind of a dick, extremely Soft wolffe, smut, dry humping, pet names, fluff, jealous, love triangles

the song this chapter is based on is old wounds by jake scott - and can also be found on the playlist!

part 2  part 3

You couldn't even keep his attention for five minutes. Damn Satine. You hate yourself for hating her. She is kind, and a good leader, you can see why Obi-Wan loves her. 

It makes you sick. 

Every soft look and kind word previously meant for you was directed towards her now. 

“Master, I-” you begin, but Obi-Wan interrupts you. 

“Later, young one,” he says with his eyes trained on the Duchess, not even bothering to spare you a glance as he spoke to you. You heart drops and your lips part in surprise, and you're left staring at your Master’s back as he seeks out her company.

As you turn away from the painful scene to leave, you nearly run into Master Plo Koon. He nods at you, rumbling out, “Padawan Y/N, well done on the mission.” 

“Thank you, Master,” you murmur distractedly, itching to get out of here. The low, rough voice of Wolffe catches your attention. 

“Thank you, General,” he says lowly, “For saving my men.” 

You look at him with wide eyes, never having been thanked for doing, well, anything. You stammer out something about just doing your duty before looking down at the ground shyly. When you look back up, the Commander had taken his helmet off, leaving your gaze to roam over his battle-worn face. 

“You should get some sleep, General,” he says gently, and you nod. You begin to answer but are cut off by a loud fit of laughter. 

You wince. Obi-Wan and Satine. 

Wolffe’s gaze slides from you to Obi-Wan, and a flicker of understanding flashes across his face. His eyes fall back to you and you notice the way his neck flushes dark red. Your mind flashes to when you had bumped into him on the ship and he had steadied you by pulling you close, your noses nearly touching. 

You have a feeling Wolffe is thinking about the same thing when he slides his helmet back on and nods at you respectfully before stepping away.

“General.” 

- 

Wolffe finds you curled up under a desk in the empty command center. The sun has been set for hours now, and you've been crouched under the table, fiddling with your lightsaber for at least two. You'd taken apart the weapon to reveal the kyber crystal inside, just to put it all back together again maybe dozens of times now. It's probably not a smart idea, you know this, but it required so much concentration that it was the perfect distraction from your broken heart. 

It was the only thing that could keep your focus - keeps you from thinking of Obi-Wan. Keeps you from thinking of your master’s cerulean eyes and the way his hair curled over his ears when it grew too long for his liking. It keeps you from thinking about the way he looks at you when it’s late and you can't sleep, the way he would brush your hair out of your eyes and wipe your tears away after your nightmares. 

Your saber is the only thing that can keep you from thinking about how your master doesn't look at you like that anymore. It keeps you from thinking about how his fond, soft smiles are directed to the Duchess of Mandalore now that she's around. 

“General?” 

You jump at the sound of Commander Wolffe’s gruff voice, his tone as soft as it can be. You see his boots in front of the desk, before he slowly crouches down to a squat in front of you. He raises an eyebrow at you, to which you give him a sheepish smile. You crawl out from under the desk as Wolffe takes a seat on the floor, the two of you crossing your legs and sitting so that your knees brush together. 

“Are you alright, General?” Wolffe asks, frowning when you hesitate and look away from him, and bumps his knee against yours in gentle encouragement. “You don't have to - I just want to make sure you're alright, General.” 

“Y/N is fine,” you wave off the honorific, his insistence on using your title bringing an amused smirk to your lips. 

Wolffe huffs, raising his eyebrows at you, before repeating his question, “Are you alright?” 

Suddenly all of your troubles come rushing back into your mind, and your face falls. You feel the spark of concern in Wolffe’s force signature at how quickly your mood changes, and you can't bring yourself to look him in the eye. All you can think about is Obi-Wan - Obi-Wan Obi-Wan Obi-Wan Satine Obi-Wan and Satine- 

“General?” You inhale sharply 

“Yes,” you say softly, nodding once, “Yes, I’m alright, just a long day.” 

You know Wolffe doesn't believe you - you're not even sure you believe you. Your head snaps up to look at him when you feel the warmth of Wolffe’s bare hand on yours. You have to fight every screaming instinct in your body to snatch your hand away, to run as far away from the contact as you can. The last time someone had touched you and wasn't trying to kill you was...was months ago. 

Wolffe’s gaze is intense, trained on you for any sign that you wanted him to pull away. And for the first time, you notice that he has flecks of gold in the deep brown of his eye. The realization coupled with the way his fingers curl around your own makes an unfamiliar warmth spread through you and rise to your cheeks. 

“How long has it been since you've slept, General?” Wolffe asks softly, eyes flickering over your face to the bags under your eyes and the frown on your lips. 

You hesitate for a moment, thinking. “I-I don't know,” you admit, “Since before the debrief, I think.”

 Wolffe’s eyes widen in horror, his grip on your hand tightening. “That was 3 days ago!” he scolds you and you flinch, your shoulders sagging and your gaze falling to the floor. 

“I…” 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to - I didn't mean to snap,” Wolffe breathes, reaching out to take your other hand. He pries your fingers away from your newly reconstructed lightsaber; you hadn't even noticed how tightly you were gripping it. You shake your head frantically, trying to blink away the tears, partially from exhaustion and partially from…everything else. 

“No I-” you mumble, “It’s okay, I-I’m gonna-it’s okay.” You try to pull your hands away from Wolffe’s, to clip your lightsaber to your belt and run. He slides a hand up your arm to grasp your elbow, pulling your attention back to him. 

“Wait,” he pleads gently, ��Please, just wait.” You sit perfectly still as you wait for him to continue, anxiety bubbling up inside you at just how vulnerable you are right now. “Do you trust me?” 

“Yes.” You answer without hesitation, making the corners of Wolffe’s lips curl up slightly - the closest thing to a smile you’d get out of the battle-hardened commander. 

“Come with me,” he hums, letting go of one of your hands to pull you to your feet. You clip your saber to your belt as he tugs on your arm, before dropping it and leading you out of the command center. You immediately miss the feeling of his hand in yours and have to ball your hands into fists to keep from reaching out for him again. 

You zone out as you follow Wolffe through the hallways, your movements slow and sluggish with fatigue. Wolffe turns as he steps into the elevator, just in time for you to stumble over your feet. Wolffe inhales sharply as he catches you, gripping your elbow with one hand and your hip with the other. 

“General,” he murmurs as you glance up at him shyly, your eyes swimming with exhaustion. 

“I'm sorry,” you whisper, lowering your gaze to the armor covering his chest, “I just-” 

“You're tired, General,” he murmurs, “You need to rest.” He reaches past you for a moment to press a button on the wall.

“Please don’t call me General,” you insist, “Not in private.” Wolffe lets out an amused snort and begrudgingly agrees, before wrapping an arm around your waist and propping you up against him. Your vision is unfocused and blurry as you lean on Wolffe, letting him lead you out of the elevator to a hallway you only faintly recognize. “Wolffe where are we?” you ask. 

“My quarters are at the end of the hall,” he states, “I’d like to show you something, if you’ll let me.” 

You nod tiredly against his pauldron, looking at the ground and focusing all of your energy into moving one foot in front of the other. You look up when you hear the hiss of the door sliding open and you gasp. 

“Wolffe,” you say breathlessly, the view suddenly giving you the energy to separate from the commander. “Wolffe, this is incredible.” You take in the view out of the window of his room, your eyes flicker over the flashing lights of Coruscant. There's something…off though, you’re not sure what it is…

“It’s quiet, isn't it?” Wolffe’s voice is just behind you, and you nod silently, appreciating just how quiet it is. You turn your head to look up at him, leaning back into his chest as you remember just how tired you are. 

“H-how?” you mumble tiredly, “How did you…?”

“I asked,” he says simply. “I got tired of the noise, I couldn't sleep, much less think.” You hum and nod in agreement. 

“Why did you bring me here?” you ask softly, nearly shuddering when you feel the warmth of Wolffe’s hands on your hips, holding you close to his chest and more importantly - upright. 

Wolffe huffs. “If I had walked you to your own quarters, would you have slept?” 

“No,” you admit, “But then why-” 

“Do you trust me?” Wolffe asks for the second time tonight. Again your answer comes without hesitation, you nod and let him turn you to face him. You glance up at him through your lashes as his fingers fiddle with the clasp of your robes. “Can I?” he whispers, breath fanning your face. You nod again, watching as the lights of the passing air traffic flicker across his face. 

Somewhere in the back of your sleep-deprived brain you think that this is wrong, you think that your master would disapprove. But a reminder of the way your master had all but abandoned you the moment the Duchess had landed - and the heartbreak he’d caused you - and the feeling of Wolffe pushing your robes off of your shoulders makes it so you can’t bring yourself to care. 

You keep eye contact with Wolffe as you let him slowly peel away layer by layer, until you are standing before him in nothing but a thin tank top and leggings. You watch him as he begins to remove his armor, swallowing thickly as the last of it thumps to the floor and he tugs his shirt over his head. 

Wolffe turns away from you for the briefest of moments, before he returns to you with one of his tunics in his hand. 

“Put this on,” he instructs softly. You nod dumbly, trying to keep your eyes on his face as you take the garment from him and slipping it over your head. The soft fabric slides over your skin until it falls nearly to your knees, and you can't help the giggle that escapes your mouth. The lack of sleep has made you nearly delirious, and your giggling evolves into a full-blown laugh. 

Wolffe shakes his head in amusement as his hands fall your hips, stepping closer into your space. Your breath hitches as one hand lifts from your waist to cup your jaw gently and you crane your neck to look at him, your heart racing. 

You can feel Wolffe’s breath fan across your face. He takes a deep breath and drags his thumb over your cheek softly. It had been so long since anyone touched you like this. “If I…” Wolffe starts hoarsely, “If I kissed you, would you push me away?” 

You whine, high in the back of your throat and slide your hands up his chest, leaning up so that your lips are by his ear. “No.” 

Wolffe’s breath catches and he tilts his head, slotting his mouth to yours. His lips are warm and soft, slightly chapped as they move against yours. You can't help the tiny whimper that escapes you into Wolffe’s mouth as his grip on your waist tightens. 

You separate as you both catch your breath, his forehead pressed against yours. 

“You need to sleep,” he breathes against your lips. 

“Mhm,” you hum absentmindedly, connecting your lips once more for a brief moment. 

“Now, little one.”

Pushing you gently towards the bed, he tugs back the covers on his bed and pushes your shoulders down, your body falling to the mattress without a fight. You tiredly swing your legs over the edge of the bed and slide them under the covers, your cheeks heating up when Wolffe tugs them up to your shoulders like one would a child. 

A flash of panic shoots through your chest as he turns his back to you and you reach out to grab his hand. “Stay.” The word slips from you before you can think, relief washing over you when he intertwines his fingers with your own and concedes. 

“I will, cyare,” he promises, squeezing your hand. “Let me change into my sleep clothes, alright?” 

Even with how relieved you are, you can't stop the pout forming on your lips when he drops your hand to head to the refresher, already missing the contact. It feels like hours before Wolffe rejoins you, the bright light of the refresher around his silhouette making you squint to see him properly. 

Wolffe stands awkwardly for a moment, shifting his weight back and forth before he speaks. “Do you want me too…” he trails off, unsure if you would want him in bed beside you. 

“Yes,” you answer immediately, ducking your head in embarrassment at how quick your answer was. “Please.” 

He nods once and flicks the light off in the fresher, before crossing the room in long strides and crawling under the sheets beside you. 

“Can-can you-” you stutter, unsure how your request would be taken, “Will you-” 

“Hold you?” Wolffe finishes for you, making you sigh in relief, nodding sheepishly. He hums softly before you feel an arm slide around your waist, maneuvering you until your back is pressed against Wolffe’s chest. 

You make a noise of protest and wriggle out of his hold, turning over so that you can lay your head in the crook of his neck and your hand on his chest. You feel the vibration of Wolffe’s chuckle more than you hear it, his arms tightening around you just so. 

“Better?” he teases, making you whine and push closer to him in search of more of his warmth. 

“Don't make fun of me,” you mumble sleepily against his shoulder, holding back a shiver as his one hand finds purchase against your ribcage and the other on your back, both hands spanning big and warm against you through his tunic. 

“I would never,” he murmurs, amusement clear in his tone. “Sleep, sweet girl.” 

You do. 

When you wake Wolffe is still there beneath you, holding you tightly to his body just like he promised. You blink sleepily up at him from your head’s position on his chest, a tiny smile crossing your lips as you take in his sleeping face in the light of dawn. The perpetual scowl he seemed to wear is nowhere to be found, his eyebrows not furrowed like they usually are, and a relaxed, peaceful expression on his face. Your eyes fall to his lips, parted just slightly as he takes deep, even breaths, and you gulp, unable to stop the flicker of thought that remembers what they felt like against yours. You wonder what it would be like to wake up and kiss him every morning like this.

Nope, no way. Letting yourself think and dream about things like that only leads to heartbreak, like with Obi-Wan- 

Fuck! Obi-Wan. 

You twist around, searching for your communicator before your gaze falls on your robes, still crumpled on the floor from when Wolffe had stripped you of them last night. 

Wolffe shifts at your movements, a low groan escaping his throat. 

“Cyare,” he rumbles, “Stop squirming.” 

In an instant all thoughts of reaching your communicator or Obi-Wan fade, the hoarseness of Wolffe’s deep morning voice making your mind blank. Try as you might, you can't shake the feeling of how normal it feels to wake up in his arms, and just how badly you want to listen to what he says and curl back into him. 

“But I-” you start to say.

“It’s early, General Kenobi can wait,” Wolffe says simply, immediately feeling the way you stiffen at the sound of your master and unrequited love’s name. Gently, he uses a finger to turn your face back to him, eyes scanning your face even as they are still blurry with sleep. 

You refuse to meet his eyes, humiliation coursing through you at being caught so easily. Wolffe murmurs for you to look at him, and it takes everything in you to comply. His remaining eye is dark with understanding, and that somehow makes your heart sink even further. 

“You love him.” It's not a question, but a statement. You nod slowly as Wolffe’s hand cups your jaw. 

“I didn't mean for it to happen,” you whisper hoarsely, somehow feeling like you need to explain yourself to Wolffe. “He - he’s my master, attachment is forbidden-” 

Wolffe snorts, making you raise an eyebrow at him as he shuts his eyes and lays his head back on the pillow. For a moment he says nothing, then his hands slide to your hips and heave you up to straddle him, one coming up to cradle the back of your head against his chest. 

“That’s a stupid rule,” Wolffe declares, and really, you can't find it within yourself to disagree. “You're human before you are Jedi, love and attachment are not the same as obsession and possessiveness.” 

You hum in agreement, your eyes slowly sliding shut as Wolffe begins to run his fingers through your hair. “He loves the Duchess,” you whisper, keeping your eyes shut. You can feel Wolffe holding his breath, so you continue, “Or he did, a long time ago. He still…he still feels something for her, has a soft spot for her. He's never going to love me like that.” 

Wolffe growls deep in his chest, making you look up at him in alarm. His eyes are open again and trained on you, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. “Ironic,” he says. You don't disagree. 

Your eyes flutter shut again, and you fall into a drowsy lull as Wolffe continues to stroke your hair. You're brought out of it by Wolffe, murmuring words in a language you don't understand. 

“At kar'taylir darasuum is at kadala.” 

“What does that mean?” you ask softly. 

“A phrase in Mando’a,” he hums. “It means ‘to love is to hurt’. I...love me instead.”

You blink up at him in surprise, his hand in your hair pausing as he holds his breath, gauging your reaction. “What?” you whisper breathlessly, your mind racing a million miles a minute as you try to process what he just said. 

“Love me instead of him,” he repeats, eyes serious as he takes in your parted lips and wide eyes. “Love me, just until it doesn't hurt anymore.” Your head is jerking in a nod before you can think about it, and a smile tugs at the corner of Wolffe’s lips, his arms tightening around you as he pulls you closer. “It won't always feel like this but I...” he whispers, “Let me help make it go away.”

You make a soft, content noise in your throat and lean up to press your lips to his for the second time. The commander lets out a pleased hum as he kisses you, cupping your jaw and sliding his tongue gently across the seam of your lips. You can't help the whine that escapes you, nor the heat curling in your belly as you fight the urge to push your hips against his. 

Stars, you've barely kissed him and he already has you needy and wanting. 

Wolffe curls his fingers into your hair and tugs, causing a soft moan to escape you as your lips part. You open your eyes, blinking slowly as your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Wolffe gives another experimental tug, the faintest of smiles playing on his lips as another desperate noise escapes you. 

You squeak in surprise when Wolffe flips you over and you suddenly find yourself pinned underneath him. He hums in amusement as he runs his nose up the skin of your neck. 

“Wol-oh,” you let out a high pitched whine at the sudden drop of Wolffe’s hips against yours, rocking into you slowly. Another whine escapes you when you feel the scrape of his teeth against your pulse, tilting your head back to bare your throat to him in submission. 

A low rumble of your name leaves Wolffe’s chest as he rocks his hips faster against yours, his hard cock rubbing deliciously against your clit. Your bury your hands in his hair and pull his mouth back to yours as soft noises and please slip from your mouth. You arch your back as Wolffe curls a hand around your thigh and tugs it up to wrap tighter around his hip, the other resting by your head to hold him up. 

Wolffe swallows the desperate noises you make as the movement of his hips slowly tightens the coil in your belly. You can’t think of anything but Wolffe in this moment, the way he makes you feel, and the devastating high he's slowly but surely pushing you towards. He grunts when you tug at his hair, burying his face in your neck as his cock twitches against your cunt and draws another moan out of you.

“Feel good, cyare?” Wolffe murmurs against your throat. When you moan a soft yes in response, he asks “Can you cum like this?” 

You gasp at the boldness of the question, but another roll of his hips has your mind going fuzzy with pleasure. 

“Mmm, I asked you a question little one,” Wolffe growls, pairing his words with a sharp thrust. 

You keen, arching your back into his chest as you sob out your answer. “I-I think so - oh, please please.” 

“Good girl,” Wolffe hums into your ear, curling his fingers around your jaw and pulling his head back to look you in the eyes. “Look at me, little one, that's it.” Your eyes flutter open as you try to hold in a desperate sob, every drive of his cock against your cunt pushing you closer and closer to orgasm. 

Wolffe purrs as you blink up at him, eyes hazy with pleasure. His mouth is soft against yours as he swallows the needy moans of his name, his hand gripping your thigh so tightly you're sure there will be bruises. 

“Please!” you gasp, ripping away from Wolffe’s mouth as your back arches. “Please I - I -” 

“You?” Wolffe teases, peppering soft, wet kisses over your cheeks and jaw. “Are you going to cum, little one? Just like this?” 

You mewl and nod frantically as you cling desperately to his shoulders, hips wiggling for more as your cunt throbs at the drag of your slick panties. “Please, I'm gonna - Wolffe please, I’m gonna cum.” 

“That's it,” he rasps, “Cum for me, just like this, cum for me.” 

You curl a hand around the nape of Wolffe’s neck, tugging on his hair until his mouth crushes against yours and muffles the scream you let out as you cum. Your orgasm destroys you, white hot pleasure ripping you apart and putting you back together just to do it all over again as the pressure of Wolffe’s cock grinding against your clit drags it out. 

Wolffe groans and rests his forehead against yours, whispering soft words of encouragement as he grinds against you. Your fingers tangle in his cropped hair, the other hand curling around his bicep as you try to ground yourself, your mind fuzzy and empty as your high begins to fade. 

Soft whimpers fall from your lips when Wolffe doesn't stop grinding against you, his breath coming in short gasps as he throbs against you. 

“Wolffe,” you whine, the thought of him cumming from this making you keen and babble mindlessly. “Please, please cum, please, I need you to cum, please Wolffe.” 

“Fuck,” Wolffe snarls from deep in his chest and his hips stutter, before a long low moan escapes his throat. He buries his head in your neck as he cums in spurts, soiling his pants. 

You're silent as he lays on top of you, the two of you taking a moment to catch your breath. When your mind begins to clear, you become cognizant of the soft kisses pressed against your throat paired with the soft words Wolffe whispers.

“Did so good for me,” he mumbles into your skin, “so so good for me, good girl.” 

“Wolffe,” you murmur, making him pull back to look at you. There's a soft look on his face, the familiar scowl you regularly saw on his face replaced with the smallest of smiles. He gently bumps his nose against yours, before stealing a kiss from your swollen lips. “Thank you,” you breathe against his mouth. 

“Cyare…” he starts, but before he can finish his sentence, your comm link beeps, causing both of you to snap your head towards where it still lay on the floor. 

Your master’s voice crackles from the comm and you grimace at the way Wolffe’s face hardens at the sound of his voice. 

“Young one? I apologize for the early call, but you are needed in Padme’s office.” 

You cup Wolffe’s face and tilt it back to you, swiping your thumb back and forth across his cheek until his expression softens slightly. 

“I have to go,” you whisper, nuzzling your nose against Wolffe’s as his grip on you loosens. He nods silently, nudging your nose gently before pressing his mouth against yours in a soft kiss. The comm beeps again and you sigh as Wolffe untangles himself from you. You flush at the sight of the darkened wet spot at his crotch, a smirk pulling at his lips as if he knows exactly what you're thinking. 

You suppose he does - Wolffe has always been observant like that when it comes to you. 

“Go,” he murmurs gently, watching as you wobble slightly on unsteady feet. 

“Master?” you ask quietly when you pick up the comm link off the floor. “I apologize for the delay, I’ll be there soon.” 

After receiving confirmation from Obi-Wan and hurriedly changing into the clothes you'd left on the floor last night, you let Wolffe pull you in for one last kiss. He walks you to the door, glancing back at him one more time before reluctantly dropping his hand from yours as you step out. Your heart sinks as you hear the hiss of the door shut behind you, nerves beginning to bubble up as you make your way to the Senate building. 

You don't hear the bang of his fist against the wall.

[xelles-archive]

3, 5, 7, 12, 15 for the s/i asks ^^ pick whoever you want

hi ari! ty for stopping by ^w^ i promise i'll work on the asks y'all sent supposedly meant for f/ovember rhfhfifj

i'm gonna use kryxelle baden because they're the most i have worked on, hehe. i'm also gonna put this under a read more bc i got carried away whoops.

3. Does your s/i have a full backstory yet? Or is it still in the works? If it's done can we see it?

yup, it's technically completed now! though i don't really have a story or an outline lol. but it basically goes like this-

they were abandoned by their biological parents (they left them somewhere near shore)

they were discovered and soon adopted by a married couple (who happened to be both bakers)

they have an extremely supportive adoptive sister named samantha (i haven't drawn her yet but i have a tag for her!)

they grew up to be a baker (wow how susprising)

they were around their late 20s when they met jose

they met jose late at night near the bar he was drinking in

"how about you stay at my place for the night?"

"no."

the bastard was drunk, don't be surprised.

since they weren't interested in the man, they instead tried to hook up their sister with him.

... that did not work out so well.

they rampaged to jose's office and slapped him LMAO.

a few days later, they found out they were adopted by accidentally eavesdropping on their parents' heated conversation.

"they're the reason why our REAL daughter got upset!" (dad)

"but that doesn't mean they're not a part of our family!" (mom)

wowowow dramatic scene, they ran away crying and stayed on the beach for a while.

oh, what, tall lanky man to save the day?

they were cold towards him at first, but eventually warmed up as they started to hang out more.

the beach was like, a place they can run to.

don't worry, their parents alongside their sister apologized to them.

several months has passed and they eventually gathered up the courage to confess to jose.

*insert kissing scene*

over the next day, they were struck with the news that jose had a fiancée (the queen's daughter).

now this is where the song 'love story' starts to apply. :]

"since when?"

"just yesterday!"

jose tried to explain to them that it was a forced marriage arranged by his father but they wouldn't budge.

~dramatic running away commences~

jose hasn't seen them for a long time, and the day of the wedding came.

he was fidgeting as the marriage officiant was saying his thing.

he caught a glance of kryxelle at the very back, a disappointed look plastered over their face.

they walked away without saying anything, and jose had the biggest urge to run after them.

and he did.

his father was angry lol.

he was able to catch up with them.

"marry me, kryxelle."

"what?"

"it's you whom i love."

yay, they shared another kiss in front of other villagers! :D

jose's father was stomping his way towards them, they were expecting him to be angry but he cried instead.

he felt guilty for trying to lure them away from jose.

they finally got married near the shore.

a few years has passed, and jose's father suddenly disappeared without a trace.

it was a drastic time for both jose and kryxelle.

there were bad rumors spreading around, itching at jose's head. he started drinking more than usual.

fortunately kryxelle was there to help him.

soon, jose had to leave to look for his father.

though, before he left, he and kryxelle did some *cough* funky business. 😳

that's where he ended up in the manor for nearly ten years.

he came back to their house with louis being the very first to open the door to him.

he didn't know about louis being his son yet, and so he got tricked that kryxelle and their family immigrated (that boy lmao).

his worry was washed away as soon as he saw kryxelle coming out of the kitchen.

*insert another kissing scene*

turns out jose brought some comrades along (naib, kevin (fuck you kevin), william, and murro).

both jose and louis were shocked when kryxelle explained their relation.

and now they're all together again. happy family. :)

5. Do you speak about your s/i in first or third person?

both! but i mostly speak in first person because i feel more "connected" so to say.

7. Give us 3 random facts abt your s/i!

they have motion sickness (this explains why they don't go on jose's ship a lot)

they get flustered very easily, especially in public (which is why you shouldn't leave them with a drunk jose)

if they were able to arrive in the manor like jose did, they would've been most likely to be called the "Baker" (though i don't really know what their ability would be).

12. Can we see a picture of your s/i?

yah! i drew this in 15 mins lol, don't actually use it as reference-

15. Does your s/i interact with any other self shippers s/i's?

unfortunately no. D: i'm too much of a coward to ask fellow idv shippers, but god i wish. ;w;

s/i ask meme

[shiro-0197]

aw shiro, my love, don't worry about it!! i only hope you're okay and safe :d please only reply when you're free, and don't feel bad about it!! >:(

my day yesterday was okay, i've just been relaxing, and studying occasionally. went out to explore a nearby town too, it's so pretty there. and much colder (since it's a highlands) of course!! Today was great too. I bought doughnuts (they're amazing?? I love doughnuts), and I had instant ramen, but it was SO spicy I nearly died. (Three bottles of water later, because someone finished all the milk in the household *cough* me *cough*) and I'm still just reeling. Sucks having such low spice tolerance HAHA. I'm listening to some old school hip-hop rn, while typing this out :D how were your two days?

here are some i'll be using to teach english :d and that would honestly be much appreciated, he's getting on my last nerve rn. (I included the first few, what do you think?)

thats such a priceless feeling i so totally agree. you're so precious 🥺🥺 i'm sure they're prouder thank you imagine. you're so dedicated!! i'm sure all that extra research you've done will definitely pay off. it's good that you know what the job is roughly like, so you'll be really prepared when you finally do start it. you know that one scene, in the 2nd season of the great pretender? when the chinese mafia boss emphasizes the importance of a translator in literally everything? (like that book award example) i may be getting the thing muddled up, but i found that so cool. like yeah, a book or speech could be absolutely beautiful, but if everyone can't enjoy it due to it being a different language, it would be such a shame. i just find translators really important. sorry, i'm really dorky haha 🥺🥺

awww but i think your personality type is wonderful. a lot of my favourite characters are intj (they're all so precious istg grrrr) yes!! i was in a tooru brainrot yesterday too 😭😭😭 (saw a bunch of couples on my walk, and I was like "if only Tooru was real grrrr") and yes?? there'd be so much to learn from each and every one of them. dedication from hinata, savage lines from tsukki, kindness from yams/yachi, how to be a dork 101 from atsumu. aaaah 😭😭i'm sorry they're all so wonderful.

No pftttt I totally feel you. I saw some people without masks today and I was like "bro wtf" and just really loudly said "I sure hope everyone starts following the rules so the cases don't increase" because I'm a lil bitch like that xD

awww okay!! I'll definitely keep that in mind. Mayo makes everything better, tbh >.< aww that's understandable! I don't have specific preferences but hearing the phrase "soggy cheese" makes me want to cry somewhere :( I don't like nuts in chocolate. I'm very passionate about that? XD ikr??

I'm surprised too, I usually never pass on murder, but I guess you're just special like that 👉👈 sir I'd get married to you as many times as you'd like 😼 oops sorry for being cheesy, but—you like cheese ;)

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I won't ask why, don't worry. Since I kinda feel the same about Malaysia tbh. It's a love hate relationship, I think HAHA but yeah 😣😣 i don't look up to US at all, and it sucks because people generally do. And I'm just like ;-; why (no offense to Americans tho lol)

is that even legal omg they're so chaotic?? XD how cute tho. Angel does stuff like that all the time too, but I'd never know that when I first met her (she has the most perfect exterior, and then when you get to know her; she's the biggest dork) Schools opening on the 20th, I can't wait to see her then :] (I can, however, wait for the exams which are scheduled for the 25th ugh)

peanut butter is indeed yellow, not up for discussion hehe :) here's my favourite hues!! I love gentle, soft hues like these (pastels) , for yellow; I don't have a favourite. they're all wonderful

ahhh no that's so precious of you!! :)) I'm smiling rn.

yeah skdhskdjsk I'M JUST SO GRRR. Whenever someone goes "hey Ari can you ______" and we both respond?? The tension?? In the air?? Bro skdjskks. 😔🤚 You share a name with one of the most precious characters too tho!!;

This is Shiro from Voltron hehe. I love him so much, just like I love you (tho I'm sure we both know I love you more <3)

I share a name with a book character. His name is Aristotle Mendoza, but his crush-turned-boyfriend calls him "Ari" (which has been my nickname since I was 12). Reading it for the first time was the BEST feeling ever. It's also my favourite book, "Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe".

—Ari :D (no pfttt I love the tag so much. I have my own tag, that's like the best thing ever 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

Heyyy I'm so sorry for answering so late!! I know you said not to apologize but..... well hmm no excuse I just feel like apologizing, but either way thank you for your patience!!♡ This is the third time I'm rewriting this, and this time I'm doing this in my notes because fuck it😔

Im glad to hear that!! Highlands are always so pretty. Wish we had those here, but it's only steppe here:( Boring~ ooh, donuts!!! They're really good. I havent much, but I tried them like 3 times and they're so good. I really hope I will get to eat more<3 also WHAT'S THOSE NOODLES' NAME I WANNA KNOW- Are you feeling okay now, though? XD

My days were nice!!! Felt as if I had been hiding three bodies, but I've been feeling better lately. We had online school yesterday so I'm excused from the errands for the half of the day, thankfully. But your messages make me very happy. Though I dont always feel like writing a response (or I get stressed because it doenst save) so very sorry for that😔

Ohh those look so pretty!! I'd totally join to just look at them. The colors are so nice🥺 it looks like one of our olympiad prep slides, though better. I dont have the screenshots sadly😩 Either way I really love the little details like the squiggly thingies or the Ж .... they seem unnecessary but the energy changes a lot without them hehe

I really hope they will be🥺 that'd mean a lot to me. And I'm also really hopeful itll work out. I really don't wanna disappoint my family, which is literally just one person. The less people there are, the more it hurts, you know?

Yeah, that scene meant so much to me!! I dknt remember much, but I was very happy they said something like that, because I've been told being a translator wont work out for me. Now look at me, I'm about to tell them to fuck themselves<3 I was also so surprised to see Laurent know that many languages ..... I aspire to be like him😩 And honestly, I havent though so deep of that but you opened my eyes and now I'm about to float off into the next universe😭 dont apologize though, its very cute!!!♥︎♥︎

Heheh, I guess you're right.. every single anime INTJ is a silent sexy mastermind and I love them . ... YEAH every single time I see a passing couple i cry because I dont have anyone 😡💔 and sometimes when I see people doing something amusing (which includes people failing cuz I'm evil) I just imagine one of the characters doing that and I smile all the way xD Honestly, I'd sell my father on black market for a single day with one of them:( though that may sound like a really low price because his cigarette filled lungs wouldnt cost a lot... I sound like my 7th grade self again I'm so sorry

BAHQHHANEJWJD I HOPE THEY WERE EMBARRASED. I HOPE THEY FELT AWKWARD AND OTHER PEOPLE DID TOO, they deserve it. Like, learn your lesson bitch, it's been a year!

Yeah!!! I love mayo, not to the point where I would gulp it down from the package, but it does make dishes taste good. Same, soggy cheese on itself sounds like a dish served in the ninth circle of hell. You should try nuts in honey!! Like, just straight up dip them in honey. Sounds weird, and it doesnt always taste NEJFJKSKF (depends on the honey)but I think it's worth trying xD Walnuts are the best with honey I think

That was so funny ... TOO FUNNY, I LAUGHED FOR LIKE . 3MINUTES STRAIGHT and I do not laugh when I'm tired. You really are special 😭😭😭😭 cheesy ... HAHRNFJJSF

I'm so sorry for being a bully like that but it's so funny how you left a single U there . Its so mysterious, was it in purpose? Or were you lost in the excitement if messaging me?

I was one of those people, honestly 😭 but mostly because I wasnt aware of its political condition, I guess. Maybe theres more than just politics that's bad about US, but honestly, it has more opportunities than this hellfire. Though now I'm more into Norway and Japan. Really wanna travel there :(

Heheh, yeah, we never really show off to strangers at first. I dont know what exactly I mean by we, but you get my point ♡ Good luck though!! I hope it goes well for you<3

Oh they looks so pretty!! They're really wonderful. Like bubblegum and cotton candy and literally anything sweet... it's so cute !!! And I totally agree, there isnt a bad yellow.

HAHAH, honestly, that reminds me of how there were 4 people with the same name in my class, and whenever the teacher did the attendance thing, they would all stand up. Teachers usually dont say the last names, so we always gotta ask which person they mean if theres more than one person with that name, so yeah.. That happened on accident at first, but then they just did it for trolling xD

OH MY GOD HES SO PRETTY? HES SO PRECIOUS?? HUHHH??? I gotta thank Kuro for this wonderful opportunity of sharing a name with someone like .... him🥺

Oh that's so cool!! Also, he has a boyfriend ... I really need to start reading xD it's so cute though! It sounds like such a good book, I'm glad you share a name with him, hehe!!

I also share my real name with one of the characters in a kids' show, and its SO ugly, I'm in pain. Every time my friends see one of those on TV they go

Which is a pain in the ass, it's so embarrassing...........

Awh, okay!! I'm glad you love it, cuz I do too. Because it's your name.... cuz I love u. That was so lame PLEASEJWJDJSJF I HOPE YOUR DAY WAS GREAT !!! LOVE YOU