#dont worry. he has his abilites >:)

[triona-tribblescore]

AHSHAHAHDHD I ALREADY LOVE THIS NEW AU

but my one question is: what exactly are each of the brothers? mikey is clearly some kind of wanderer and raph a stone giant, donnie some kind of scholar/inventor, but leo is the one im most confused about. is he a nymph? a witch?

ty also @cococakeyum for the ask :D <3

(AND SPECIAL MENTION TO @scatterbrainedbot BECAUSE ILY YOUR TAGS ARE KILLING ME, GETTING ME SO HYPED FR :'D <3333)

[owlets-outlet]

my mouthwashing good ending headcanons:

on the tulpar:

1. anya tells swansea and daisuke about the assault pretty much immediatelly after the crash. the crew seals jimmy in his room with insulation foam until they get rescued.

( i was thinking about letting the crew kill j*mmy, however. he doesnt deserve that mercy. so he lives and is jailed forever. )

2. the crew dont know what to do about the baby. anya doesnt want to use pills for diy abortion, mainly because thats what jimbo told her to do and she doesnt want to listen to him.

in a dangerous twist of fate, she miscarries, because of stress and low bodyweight. its not a dramatic miscarriage, the fetus just dies in the uterus. anya suspects she miscarried, but doesnt tell the crew so they dont worry about her.

3. the crew gets rescued just in time- anya was on the verge of dying from the infection that started festering inside her from the miscarriage.

immediately after rescue:

anya and curly are rushed to the hospital. they got treatment on the rescue ship already, but that was only the bare minimum. pony express pays only for the bare minimum treatments.

curly is hooked up to a sci-fi mind reading communication device. its not perfect, but they manage to find out what happened. jimmy is arrested.

swansea:

after losing his job and breaking his dry streak, hes surprisingly okay. using his severance pay and his savings, he opens a small business, becoming a freelance electrician.

he doesnt drink as much as he used to, but he drinks regularly. he still buys himself sneakers on his soberversary though.

daisuke didnt even have to beg him too hard to be accepted as his apprentice, really.

daisuke becomes his other child, basically, he visits daisuke and regularly treats the him and the crew to meals, just like he does with his bio kids.

he also takes daisuke thrifting sometimes, judging his outfits on a scale of 1-10.

daisuke:

hes back to living with his parents.

daisuke really wanted to continue being swanseas apprentice, not just because he liked swansea, but because he really wanted to feel useful somehow.

he doesnt really vibe with most swanseas kids, but hes polite everytime they visit the shop where he helps swansea.

him and anya do gaming nights, often hopping on discord call in the late evening.

he still struggles with impostor syndrome, feeling like he didnt do enough for the crew of the tulpar.

curly:

he struggles with his mental health extensively. hes traumatized by being forced into being a bystander and his new disability keeps reminding him of that fact. his old crew encourages him to keep going though, and daisukes family pays for his therapy sessions.

he underwent many surgeries, mainly skin transplants (he still looks. uncanny though), rhinoplasty (more like. he just got a whole new nose altogether) and added eyelids (made his eye look smaller than before) and lips.

while this IS the Future, many of the cool 'solutions' to his disability are too expensive. pony express only paid for curlys wheelchair with a communicator and a cheap pair of prosthetic arms. the motor abilites of these arms are limited, as he cannot even write with them. theyre purely there just so he can operate his wheelchair by himself.

he wants to save money to buy new legs and arms, mostly just because he'd love to get back into weightlifting again.

after being fired, he mostly relies on disability pay and benefits.

he dropped many of his old friends, because they sympathised with jimmy, but he still has a close knit group of friends, with whom he lives.

he wanted to quit being a pilot long before the crash, and his old crew convinced him that he should pursue something new, to help him move on.

with the financial support of daisukes parents (daisuke begged them), curly enrolls in med school. he chose a proffession where he would help people.

thanks to this he grew even closer to anya.

anya:

tried to distance herself from the crew, because she felt like dead weight, but they didnt let her. daisuke talked her and curly into therapy.

she couldnt afford to try to get into med school again, and even then, she wasnt sure if she even wanted to do that anymore.

but, due to his disability, curly needed a notetaker and, well. the stars just aligned.

being his notetaker, anya gets to attend all the lectures with curly, helping him with his studies while she absorbs all the knowledge. this gave her the confidence she needed to decide to try again, sometine in the future.

asides from this, anya took up running again. she runs regularly, planning to run a marathon one day. she also gained a lot of weight after coming back, resulting in a mean bulk, gaining quite a lot of muscle.

sometimes she runs together with curly and daisuke, and curly also coaches anya in the gym on occassion.

the whole crew regularly meet up for brunches and birthdays. :)

[fluffypandabun]

Tickly Body positivity

AN: This wasnt a request persay! This was just an idea I had randomly and I just had to write! I hope u enjoy! (Please dont tag as ship!)

Summary: During a sleepover with two of his pals, Barnaby gets a bit self conscious of his looks. Leave it too his two pals to cheer him up!

Barnaby stared at his own reflection in the mirror, his normal happy smile morphed into a grimace as he took in his own apprence. Has he always been this....plump?

He gave a poke to his plush tummy, frown deepening at the way it squished gently at the touch. His tail tucked between his legs and he tugged down at his vest, now suddenly self consious on how it did little to cover his round tum.

Voices outside the door startled him out of his spiraling self consious thoughts, which got more audible the closer to the door they got. "Barnieee~!" Came Julies bubbly voice, the monster puppet gave a quirkly little five tapped knock, "Are you almost ready for our sleepover?"

Ah right the sleepover, in his spiral Barnaby had almost forgotten Wally and Julie was over at his home for a planned annuel sleepover, which he was supposed to be getting ready for before he had caught himself in his mirror.

He cleared his throat, "Nearly! Give me just another moment!"

There was silience at the door for a few moments and Barnaby thought the two other puppets had left, when suddenly.

"Barnie? Are you okay? You sound upset."

'Ah drats' he thought at the concern sounding tone of his little monster puppets friends voice through the door, clearly he hadnt done a good enough job at masking his unhappiness. Now he was out here worrying his friends over nothing, classic Barnaby B. Beagle.

"Barnaby?" There was Wallys cool even tone, afflicted with the same tint of concern that Julies had been. "Is something wrong?

"Nope!" Barnaby chirped, though it sounded forced even to him "Everythings A-Okay!"

Silience and then;

"Barnie...? Can we come in..?"

Oh of course Julie had to bring out her sad voice, the blue beagle could already imagine the sad big eyes she would be given him if he could see her. The neighborhoods greatest collective weakness.

"Aw, alright." he sighed. "You can come in."

There were a few whispers outside the door for a brief second before the door opened, the two smaller puppets stepping inside.

Wally wore his signature blue robe, while Julie wore a soft looking pink nightgown with a pair of butterfly socks that she most likely had "Borrowed" from Frank. Both of them wore matching looks of concern, thought Wallys was more well hiddened behind his calm half lidded eyes.

Julie didnt waste a second, hurrying over to wrap her arms around the much bigger puppets middle to the best of her abilites, tiliting her head up to rest her chin on his stomach so she could peer up at him.

"Awww Barnie! You look so dad? Whats wrong?

Barnaby couldnt tell if he really was just bad at hidding his emotions or if his friends simply knew him well enough by now to be able to read him like an open book. He assumed the latter.

He chuckled softly, reaching up a hand to gently pat the monster puppet a top her head, being mindful of her horns.

"Aww Jules, dont worry bout lil ole me, I'll be alright."

Jules gave him a pout while Wally hummed thoughtfully.

"What made you sad in the first place? Did something happen?"

There was a hint of...something...to the painters tone, something that threatned very un-nice words being spoken to whoever might have made the beagle upset.

Barnaby felt one of his fluffy ears twitch abit nervously. "Aw it was nuthin! I just caught a look in the mirror and realized that I probably needed to cut back on the hotdogs!"

He chuckled the same way he usually did when telling on of his jokes, now usually self depraicating jokes werent his style, and in fact were something he would call his friends out on, but when in doubt of what to do, tell a joke about it!

Instead of laughing like Barnaby had hoped his friends would do, they simply gave him confused looks.

"Why?" Julie asked, cocked her head to the side. "Dont you love hotdogs?"

Barnaby akwardly cleared his throat. "Well of course I do! Its just dont you think ive been looking a bit 'Overstuffed' lately?"

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, as he only seem to dig his grave further based on the looks his two friends gave him.

"Whats wrong with that?" Julie asked, voice taking on a more thoughtful tone as she looks up at him in concern.

Barnaby quickly held up his paws, shaking his head. "Oh nothin at all of course! Its just," He sighed, "Well kid you know how it can be gettin stuck inside your own head is all."

"Aw well I dont think theres anything wrong with being plump!" Julie declared firmly, she gave Barnaby a squeeze and nuzzled her face in his fur.

"Sides!" She giggled, "It just means theres more to hug!"

"Plus" Wally hummed, appearing suddenly on Barnabys other side, the beagle had no idea how he even got there so quietly.

The yellow puppet wrapped his own arms around the blue dog puppets other side, nuzziling his cheek against his fur in the same way.

"I think it makes you very comfortable to snuggle."

Julie giggled, "Yeah! Youre friend shaped!"

"Like a teddy bear." Wally hummed thoughtfully, Julie grinned.

"A teddy beagle!"

Barnaby let out a huff of amusement, he could feel his face getting warmer and his tail begining to wag a mile a mintuie behind him at all of the genuine compliments he was recciving from his friends.

"Yeah Yeah alright you two I get it, now stop with the mushy stuff before I turn into a puddle."

Julie, however, shook her head. "Nuh uh mister! We'll stop once you admit just how adorable you are!"

Barnaby felt his face go even wamer at the thought of activly calling himself adorable out loud, he may be in the middle of getting cuddled by his two clingy friends, but he still had a reputaion to uphold people!

"N-Now I dont know about that-"

"Hey Julie." Wally suddenly spoke up nonchantly from Barnabys other side.

"Hm?"

"You know another good thing about Barnaby being plump?" He purred, voice suddenly taking on a mischvious lift that made Barnaby suddenly very suspicuous.

"Oh? And whats that?" The monster puppet asked with a smile, picking up on Wallys tone. The puppet lifted up his hands and wiggled his fingers.

"Why it means theres more to tickle of course!"

In an instant the wiggling fingers decended down upon the poor unexpecting beagle, skittering and pinching at his belly.

The comedian let out a very uncharartistic squeal at the sudden sparking ticklish sensations, flapping his hands and he tried to twist his way away from Wallys ticklish grasp"

Meanwhile Julies eyes lit up with a happy squeak. "Of course how could I forget!" She giggled, her own hands beginign to tweak gently at Barnabys belly. Causing him to snort loudly.

"HehehehEHEHy!" Y-You twohohoho cut it ouhohohoht!"

The Beagle squrimed twisting frantcially between the two mischvious puppets, stumbling backwards his legs suddenly hit the foot of his bed, sending him tumbling backwards onto it. His two little attackers quickly followed, climbing up onto the bed to sit on either side of him they began to poke, prod, and wiggle their fingers across his belly at every opening they could find.

Barnaby cackled like a madman, or well, maddog. Twisting partways onto his side in hopes of escaping the tickling fingers but it was to no avail. Those hands seemed to follow him no matter where he twisted or squirmed.

Julie giggled, "Aww, look at this belly~!" she cooed, skittering her fingers across it, giggiling harder at the silly sounds it produced from the beagle puppet.

"So full of love!"

"And giggles" Wally added in with a mischevious grin, gently kneading into the blue beagles plush tummy. Julie grinned right back at him.

"Oh of course! Lots of giggles!"

"Think we can tickle them all out?"

Julie giggled. "Oooo great idea! Lets find out!"

Barnaby was in stiches, howling with snort filled laughter. His leg kicked out like a puppies, and his tail was wagging so fast it thumped the bed loudly in a steady rythme. Not wanting to hurt his little friends he tried to keep his squirming to a minimum, his hands coming up to cover his warm beet red face.

"Guhuhuhuhys pleahehehehse! I-Im begin' yahahahahaha!"

"All you have to do is admit how adorable you are~" Julie sing songed, poking his belly with each word, causing him to squeak eachtime.

"Come on Barnie, its not that hard!" Wally chirped, "All you gotta do is say; 'I, Barnaby B. Beagle, am very adorable and sweet no matter how plump I may get!', See? Easy!"

If the beagles face could somehow get any warmer it did right then in there, he curled up further into a little ball, hiccuping now in between his silly cackles. Not one to be defeated by two puppets half his size he managed to squeak out in between hiccups.

"N-Nehehehehver!"

"Never?" Julie gasped, "Did you hear that Walls? He said never!"

"Oh I heard him alright!"

"Do you know what this means?" She giggled. "I think it means he doesnt want us to ever stop! I think he's just having too much fun!"

Wallys eyes lit up happily. "Oh! But of course! I mean just look at how much his tail is wagging!"

Julie giggled, looking down at the beagle. "Aww do you like the tickles Barnie? Do you just love em soooo much?"

Barnabys tail felt like it was gonna wag off from how fast it was going, which really didnt help prove his point as he squealed out protests in reponse, hiding his face in his hands.

Suddenly, after a few moments, the tickling stopped completly, leaving Barnaby confused and out of breath, shaking with left over giggles. Cautiously he began to remove his arm from his face when suddenly-

"Ready Walls? 1....2....3-!"

There were two twin intakes of air followed by the worrst ticklish sensations the poor beagle had ever felt spreading acorss his entire belly, he quite literally, let out a howl followed by peals of full blown belly laughter. Desperatly he banged his fist on the bed.

"OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHY! I GIHIHIHIVE! I GIHIHIHVE! UNCLE!"

Instantly the sensations came to a stop, and this time nothing else followed. Barnaby was left a giggly pile of goo, gasping for breath he struggled to control his left over titters. After a moment of composing himself he finally moved his arm from his face, he was met by two fond pairs of smiles looking down at him.

"Well~?" Wally hummed, Julie crossed her arms as if waiting expectantly. Barnaby let out a long drawn out groan, giving the two lighthearted glares. "Fiihihihne, Fine! Im...." He muttered the last part far too quiet for the two of them too hear, Jullie raised a brow, lifting up her hands to wiggle her fingers threateningly.

"What was that Barnie?"

Barnaby squeaked, holding up his paws.

"Okay okay! Take it easy! I....I said that I am....adorable.."

"And sweet?"

".....And sweet..."

"Annnnd the most ticklish puppet in the neighborhood?"

"Wha-Hey!" Barnaby spluttered, fully sitting up on the bed.

"Im not saying that! Its not even true and you know that!" He gave Julie a playful poke in her side, causing her to jump and squeak out a giggle.

Wally snorted softly at that, until Barnaby also gave him a poke to the ribs, or where ribs would be, causing him to yelp and nearly tumble off the bed.

"Wha- Hey!"

Barnaby chuckled, wrapping an arm around each of the smaller puppets and tugging them down to lay beside him, earing him twin yelps of suprise. The two puppets squirmed a bit, but after realizing that the beagle wasnt going to do anything they quickly relaxed and snuggled against his side. Barnaby opened and eye to peer at them and chuckled.

"Dont think you two are off the hook, I'm too tired to get you back now but there will be no mercy come morning."

Wallys face went red while Julie giggled excitedly, she rested her head on the beagles chest.

"Did you really mean it when you said you were adorable?"

Barnaby gave her a fond smile, "Yeah yeah I meant it."

The beagle found himself suprised that what came out of his mouth was actually true, he did belive he was adorable. So what if he was plump in the tum? It just made him more comfortable to hug!

Julie positivly beamed at him, nuzziling her face against his chest.

"Good! Now hush. im tired, its sleepy time."

Barnaby rose a brow. "Oh youre tired?"

"Hush!"

The beagle chuckled softly, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh as he friends snuggled closer to him.

"....Wait guys i never did actually get to change into my pjs...guys?....Guys?....Nevermind..."

[moltensunlight]

got a little shinarthur role swap au ficlet to leave you guys with that i’ve had sitting in my drafts for like a month!! it’s super rough but enough people enjoyed the bullet-point list that i figured.... well.... i guess it wouldn’t hurt to post more things that i have for this au even though they’re unfinished :’) 

basically it’s Arthur’s POV throughout several key moments in the au, honestly could serve as a 3 times Arthur was Shinra’s knight +1 time he was a true knight king lajsfdlkaj

this is how i draft all of my ideas when the mood Hits and i get rolling with things, so it’s a little stream-of-conscious and relies on themes and narrative patterns i have in my head that may not be super clear within this alone, also dialogue is NOT final and needs to be tweaked. JUST IN CASE anyone’s like ‘mm doesn’t feel right’ - dont worry i know

some things to offer a little more background to help make this a little more comprehensible:

- the themes of dark vs light & night vs day & cold vs heat are SO prevalent throughout this au

- Shinra & Arthur’s silent gesture of comfort in this au is going to be a hand against the base of the other’s neck, which starts as how Arthur keeps Haumea’s brainwashing from reaching Shinra again after Sho breaks him free - thinking like wrapping the protection of Arthur’s abilites around the brainstem/spine which is a big part that Haumea’s abilities target

- for those not caught up with the manga, NOT TO WORRY! no spoilers happen here, but i will tell you that two people named Yona and Sumire seem to be the ones that kind of run the white-clad operation outside of Haumea, and that’s literally all you need to know for this

- if it wasn’t clear this is basically a thinly-disguised royalty au lol

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after Arthur’s parents left Arthur ended up in a convent that the white-clad vetted for members, and the strength and rarity of Arthur’s ability make him a prime candidate for the white-clad to enlist and train up within their ranks

and given that he’s so young at the time, he doesn’t exactly have much of a choice in the matter when they bring him in

he, along with the other newbies brought into the evangelist’s sect wouldn’t be allowed to meet the pillars until they reach a higher standing, but they hear whispers, rumors, and sermons all about them, raising the pillars to the status of princes and princesses with the evangelist herself as their queen

he climbs through the ranks with ease though, until he’s finally assessed under the watchful gaze of Yona and Sumire, and afterword assigned to the fourth pillar’s side. it’s seen as a great honor, something Arthur should be proud to die for. and then Arthur actually meets Shinra, and for once he actually agrees with what he’s been told.

Arthur’s talent for discernment has been trained along with his abilities, and with them he sees the soul that lies within Shinra, buried deep- the soft, brilliant light that betrays the dead look perpetually engraved on his face - a light and salvation more pure than the evangelist could ever promise. he looks at Shinra and sees the true prince of this realm. he declares his fealty to the prince with pride, giving his loyalty and his life solely to the prince.

the higher-ups are happy with the arrangement, unaware that Arthur is being quite literal with his oath.

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which means when Sho cracks through all the years of brainwashing to let Shinra’s light shine through, Arthur is there to lay waste to all that would stand against them - standing over the brothers and discharging Haumea’s attempts at reclaiming Shinra (attempts at smothering Shinra’s light again)

which means that Arthur watches over the brothers as company 8 leaves the Nether, a wide smile set perpetually in Arthur’s expression as he watches his prince’s true self finally let out to play. he huffs, satisfied at all the interesting characters that are nearly falling over themselves to meet his prince, and looks on with pride at the clasped hands of the two brothers that are guaranteed not to be separated for the rest of the night

which means when Shinra spills all of the evangelist’s plans and secrets to the 8th, his prince’s entire mission now flipped on its head to fight against the organization they were once (forcibly) loyal to, Arthur offers whatever information he can to assist them as well - tactical arrangements of forces and the strengths and weaknesses of every warrior within the white-class ranks

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it’s a learning process for them both, integrating back into society and making new friends when all they’ve known is the structure of isolation and darkness, but Arthur finds he takes quicker to it than Shinra. the people of the 8th are good people, nothing like the white-clad, and he finds conversation comes easy with the lot of them, finds some jokes being made at his expense and others flying right over his head, all of it leading to an ease of others approaching him. despite what the people around Arthur say about him living in a world of his own imagination, he has no illusions as to what his life has been, from the time before his parents left him to their leaving, to his time with the evangelist - and though he once followed their creed, they were never able to sway his spirit

Shinra, on the other hand, who’s very being was smothered, his life bearing schisms in its timeline of who he was, experiences moments of complete overwhelm in the midst of otherwise good times, mental breaks that crack a crooked smile across his face before he hurriedly excuses himself. Sho and Arthur always follow him, Sho asking concerned questions that Shinra tries to placate with a trembling voice, and Arthur following at a distance until Shinra peels away from his brother’s side and shuts himself in his and Arthur’s joint room. Arthur offers his comforts to the younger of the two princes, that Shinra’s not upset that he’s here and he’s not upset with Sho, that he’s just getting used to being a hero again. Sho will inevitably be left still upset, which will lead to a conversation between the two brothers later, but Sho will also inevitably keep his distance while Arthur goes to tend to Shinra.

Shinra, who he finds curled against the wall, hands fisted in his hair and head dropped low - down almost between his knees. Shinra, who attempts to roll his feet onto their outer edges so that their smoldering soles don’t burn holes into the floor. Shinra, who whispers his fears and struggles to Arthur like a confessional, admits to a rage that threatens to drown and possess him, triggered by moments of realizing all that he’s missed in life, all the times he’s missed being there for Sho because of the evangelist, the realization that Sho had to mourn the fabricated death of his family all alone; admits to the fear that Haumea will drag him away and that Sho will have to endure Shinra’s absence all over again. Shinra, his prince, who becomes a devil in the privacy of their room.

Shinra, who looks up at him with shining red eyes when Arthur settles a firm hand over the base of his neck and swears to him that Haumea’s electricity will never touch him again. Shinra, who uncurls his fists from his hair to instead clutch Arthur closer, his own hand findings its way to the base of Arthur’s neck as Arthur directs the spiraling thoughts away from the losses of the past to all that his prince can still save, all the things he can promise Sho for the future. Shinra, who’s breaths mingle heavy with his own when their foreheads meet, as Arthur tempers the despair within the rage into hope-fueled determination. Shinra, who gives himself over to Arthur just as completely as Arthur’s given himself to his prince, trusting Arthur to tame the devil in him.

Shinra, his prince, and the light that will save this world.

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Shinra tells him one day, pointedly faced away from him, that Arthur doesn’t have to act like his guardian anymore. He’s his own person, Shinra insists, and he understands if Arthur wants to live a life separate from someone he was ordered to follow.

Arthur calls him an idiot, and Shinra whips around in surprise and indignation (a reaction Arthur has become surprisingly fond of in this true Shinra), and sure enough - hints of a crooked smile linger at the corners of his lips, belaying the nerves that Arthur suspected were present in the request. Nerves that Shinra undoubtedly wanted to hide so as to not sway Arthur’s decision into staying.

Arthur steps close then, makes sure Shinra’s eyes look nowhere other than his own as he tells Shinra that no one ordered him to follow.

Shinra balks, reminds him of the ceremony in which that exact thing happened, and Arthur catches one of those flailing hands in his own, kneeling before his prince.

“I didn’t swear fealty to the fourth pillar of the Evangelist, I swore fealty to you, Shinra Kusakabe.” He knows Shinra must remember that much, how Arthur’s words never quite matched what the white-clad had expected of him. “I didn’t follow you for all these years because Yona and Sumire told me to, I followed you because I believed in the light that you hold within you. As long as that light still shines, I will not leave your side.”

Shinra tugs him back to his feet with an irritated grunt, face flushed and eyes shining, tears held back along with the hope that threatens to leap past their restraints. “I don’t want you to just follow me. If you really want to stay, I want us to be equals.”

Arthur huffs, grinning. “I will always be a knight. But I suppose if we were to wed I would become a king and hold equal standing with you. A knight king.”

Shinra flushes impossibly redder, but a short burst of a laugh escapes him, the hope escaping freely with it. “You’re an idiot.” His tone is as warm as the smile stretching across his face, and it reminds Arthur of watching the sunrise.

[xmalereader]

The Mandalorian X Short! Male Reader

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@akaito1

Request: hello I just wanted to request a Mando x Shortish reader. The reader loves that he is short and petite since he can fit into small places. Mando teases him a lot until he needed help on a bounty. He gets captured and the reader goes saves him. It’s a fluffy request.

Warnings: Fluff, sarcasm, short reader, Height difference.

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“Stop it.”

Din grins under his beskar helmet as he stared down at the shorter male. The two have been partners for almost a year now and Din just coulnd’t get over that fact that his partner was short. He he was shorter than him and used this as an advantage to tease the other male.

“Need help getting that?” Din tilts his head up at the medical box that was located on a top shelf of the razor crest. Y/n was standing on his toes as his fingers grazed the edge of the box, grunting as he tried to get the damn box. “Shut it, bucket head.” He mumbles out and glared at the mandalorian who continued to stare at him with a hand on his hip. He was waiting for him to give up which annoyed Y/n, it wasn’t the first time that the mandalorian had teased him this way. Mocking his height.

Y/n tries to stand a little taller but his legs and arms were giving out. Groaning he finally gives up. “Just get me the damn box!!” He shouts in frustration. Din rolls his eyes and walks over to take down the medical box, “You do know that we have a stool right?” Y/n glared at Din and snatches the medical kit away from him. “Don’t even get me started.” He limps over to his cot and sits down, rolling up his pants as he cleans his cut and makes sure to bandage it up.

Din walks over to the child’s pod as he double checks on him. “He’s been sleeping all day.”

“Yeah no, duh. Kids got an ability that gets him tired if used to frequently.” Said Y/n as he finishes up with his leg and smiles at his work. He closes up the medical box and walks over to return it back to its rightful place.

Din lifts his head up and shifts his gaze to y/n, smiling at he watched. “Need help putting it back too?” Y/n grumbles and in anger he tosses the box up, slamming it against the wall. “I swear you will regret your teasing one of these days.” He points a finger at him in warning causing Din to raise his hands up in defense, not really taking the threat seriously.

Y/n walks over to the kids pod and sighs. “Do you know where were going?” He asks and closes the kids pod before turning to face din. The mandalorian shrugs, “I’m trying to find us a nice planet where you and the kid can stretch your legs while I look for a job there.”

Y/n frowns. “When will you let me help?”

“Never.”

The mandalorian turns away and climbs up the ladder that leads him to the cockpit. “What do you mean never?!” The shorter male climbs in after him and follows him through the cockpit. He sits next to the pilots seat and crossed his arms with a small pout on his face. “Becuase they are dangerous and you always seem to attract the most trouble.” He was flipping some switches and putting in some coordinates. “That’s not true.”

“Is so.” Din puts the razor crest on hyper speed, he turns his chair to face y/n. “Yes you are, last time I allowed you to help me you caused havoc and nearly lost our bounty. You also almost lost the kid—“

“In my defense; the kid ran away from me while I was trying to get him back in the pod.” He cuts him off and looks away, sighing deeply. He’s been taking care of the child while mando did all of the dirty work. He misses being out there and taking down bounty’s together but once the kid came into their lives; everything suddenly changed. Din grew soft towards the kid and began to take care to care of him, suddenly becoming the kids father.

The relationship between the two was complicated.

They were close and Din trusted him with his life, he was actually the first person that Din told his real name too. The two always stick together and if anything happened to the other they would lose their mind, they were just used to each other’s presences, Y/n really loved Din.

“Get some rest, shorty.”

Never mind he takes that back.

“Din I sweat, one more short joke and I’m throwing you off this ship.”

“You know I can’t take your threats seriously because, each time you do say something it doesn’t make you sound scary. It makes you sound adorable.”

Y/n blushes deeply and buries his face in his hands. “I’m going to rest.” He quickly says and leaves the cockpit, heading back down the ladder as he throws himself inside his cot and lands face first onto his pillow, he groans against his pillow in embarrassment. “I hate him, but I also love him.” He groans again and buries his face away in his covers and pillow.

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“I’ll be back soon—“ Din was able to find them a suitable planet to land on and had found a job for himself. Y/n was standing outside the razor crest with the child in his arms who cooed at both Din and Y/n, his eats moving up and down. “Don’t cause any trouble and stay close to the razor crest, in case anything happens.”

“Din—“

“Don’t forget to keep the kid close—“

“Din.”

“Make sure that you and the kid eat something too.”

“Din!!”

“What?!”

Y/n sighs and sets the kid down, standing up straight he faces the mandalorian. “You’ve been telling me the same thing for months now, I know the drill so dont worry about me but about yourself. This bounty your after sounds dangerous so if anything happens to you the you send me a holo, got it?” He raised a brow at then, waiting for the other to confirm himself.

Din nods in reply. “Got it.” He softly says as Y/n stands on his toes and presses his head against the beskar helmet a some way kiss that the mandalorians did amongst each other. A moment that they liked to share with each other. “When I come back I expect you to be a little taller.”

Moment ruined.

Y/n glares at him and shoves him away. “Go before I decide to blast your ass.” He earns a chuckle in return which causes the shorter male to roll his eyes and groan. “How did I fall in love with a man like him?” He asks the child that stood by his legs, his ears fall back in confusion as he grips the end of his pants. “of course you wouldn’t understand.” He bends down to pick up the child and hold him in his arms. “Since we are alone, might as well and spend some time outside.” With that he pokes the child’s nose and earns a giggle in return.

The two remained outside for the rest of the day; playing in the grassy field as the child ran around while giggling happily. He was still learning how to use his abilites and had tried various times to try and pick up a stick with his abilites but he was still too young. Y/n sometimes watched in admiration on how such strange abilities could make such a small thing strong. “That’s enough little one or else you’ll get yourself hurt.” He takes the child small three fingered hand into his own as the child whines in protest but y/n shakes his head. “Not today, right now you need rest. You used up a lot of your energy.”

Heading back inside the razorcrest he makes sure that the kid falls asleep and is placed inside his pod, sighing tiredly he closes the pod and looks outside to see the suns setting already. “Where is he?” He knows that bounty hunting can take up to a day or two depending on how complicated the bounty is but mando was able to handle anything. But somehow it felt longer and Y/n was slowly getting an odd feeling.

Glancing at the closed up pod he bites his lip nervously. “Kriff.” He heads over to his cot and grabs his own blaster and double checks on the kid. “Please be here when I get back.” He tells himself before exiting the razor crest and closing up the ramp. He has no idea how he was going to find Din but deep down inside he felt like he already knew where he was.

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Din had gotten himself captured, he was doing very well on getting the bounty but turns out that the bounty wasnt alone. It had help from a group of humanoids that sold spice and they thought that it would be a good idea to capture a mandalorian. Din thought he could space easily but their cells were on high security, he’s already tried a few times to escape but nothing seemed to work. He couldn’t give up, he had a kid and Y/n back at the razorcrest and for all he knows they could be in danger since the kid was still a bounty. Pacing around the cell he waits for someone to show up, already having a plan in mind.

“Well, well, well, am I seeing a captured mandalorian or is this all in my imagination?”

“Kriff.” Din looks around to Cell and raised a brow. “up here big guy.” He looks up to see y/n inside a vent, small enough for only him to fit through. “Where’s the kid?”

“Back at the razor crest—before you start yelling at me, I want you to know that he’s safe so dont worry.” He explains and adjusts his postion around the vent before turning back to face Din. Looking down at him, “I’m gonna need your help.”

Y/n’s lips twitch up into a grin. “Oh really? I thought you said that you did need my help.”

“Y/n, we dont have time for this!” Din hisses out.

“Oh there is plenty of time! I warned you Din Djarin that the next time that you teased me you would regret it.” Y/n glares down at him as Din lets his head hang back with a small groan before it drops down forward. “Alright, ill stop teasing you.”

“No more short jokes?”

“No more short jokes.”

“And you have to cuddle with me!”

“Y/n—“ Din was growing impatient, “Fine I’m going.” Y/n disappears through the vents and crawls around until he finds another opening. He climbs down and ends up on the other side of mandos cell. Dropping down he grunts and quickyl fixes his posture. “See? No harm done.” He tells hismelf before walking up to the cell and punching in the code number that allows the doors to open.

“Lets go before anyone else comes by.” Din was already booking it out but y/n stayed behind, taking his time. As din walks down the corridors with blaster in hand he glances over his shoulder to see y/n walking slowly behind him. “Can You be any slower?”

“Can you be an stupider?” Y/n shot back and grabs din by the wrist and drags him out into the open where a pile of bodies lied around. Din stared in shock before asking. “Did you do this?”

Y/n gasps sarcastically. “Who me? No, darling I think you’re confused because the last time I remembered you saying that ‘I couldn’t take care of myself’.” He stands next to Din with his hands behind his back and giving him an innocent look. Din rolls his eyes and puts his blaster away. “So, cuddling?” Y/n brings up the question again. “Only for a couple of hours.” Din answers back and makes his way through the bodies. Y/n smirks in victory as he follows after him, skipping through the corridors as he hums. “You look like a serial killer while skipping down a hall full of dead bodies.” Said Din.

Y/n laughs, “Yeah, you’re right I should probably stop.”

The two walked out of the underground building and made sure that they weren’t seen escaping. The walk back to the razorcrest was short since the two were desperate to get back and making sure that the kid was safe. “Baby?” Y/n whispers, once the ramp was lowered down for them. On the other end stood a grumpy baby, his ears pinned back as he glared at the two adults. Y/n bites his lip and laughs nervously, “next time we take him with us?”

“I’m not taking the kid to our next bounty hunt.” Din walks over to the kid and bends down, picking him up and holding him in his arms. “Come on, lets get going and search some place else for another bounty.”

Y/n nods in agreements and heads inside, making sure to close the ramp before they leave for their next destination.

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i know people are afraid of the Vocodo fight that is definitely coming up, likely next episode or the one after that.  The community seems to believe that Vocodo is a morkoth, which I also agree, and they have nasty lair actions, not to mention that it’s Matt, he definitely beefed up its health and probably gave it a lot of nasty bonus abilities, maybe even legendary actions and resistances.  

However, some good things I’ll try and lay out about the fight that you can read more under the cut if you need some reassurance 

1) even if they lost Cad temporarily, they gained Vilya who is a at least a mid level druid, (vox machina were level 16 when they faced the Kraken, while Vilya failed, she would have to be comparable to that, though Matt might nerf her for balance) which if they fought Vocodo immediately they would have had to fight her with him since she was brainwashed.  Cad can be gotten back, it will be hard, but it can happen.  if that happens they have 3 people who can heal good, and 2 people who can the others up on their feet.

2) a lot of Vocodo’s spells rely on dex saves, the Nein are pretty dexy for a party, Beau and Veth have evasion and +9 to dex saves so they’ll get half no matter what, Yasha gets +3 with advantage, Jester gets +4, Caleb only gets +2 but has the ring of evasion. Fjord and Cad are kind of left in the lurch, but Fjord has a lot of health and armor of Hexes to protect him from attacks, and relentless hex to get him close to the thing so he can attack the shit out of it which hexlock paladins are great at, despite him being low on his warlock slots.

3) vanilla Morkoth’s have good mental saves with int and wis being their good saves with dex.  These are good against spell casters, which there are a lot of in the Nein, they don’t have Con as one of their good saves and only have a +2 to their base con.  Vocodo being a Boss monster that Matt has likely beefed up as said before but I don’t think he makes creatures have an extra/different good save.  He might boost it by one or two points to it’s con mod, but that’s still lower than most boss monsters they’ve faced.  This leaves him open to spells like Blight that can do a lot of damage with Cad and Vilya, but perhaps most importantly is it leaves him vulnerable to Beau’s Stunning Strike.  It’s one of the best monk abilites, and unless Matt wants to be a dick and give Vocodo immunity to the stun condition, it could be their chance to destroy the fake god in a round.  

3a) we’ve seen stunning strike work miracles with deadly fights before, it turned the fight with Lorenzo around, gave them breathing room against the bull demon in Xhorhas, saved beau personally against the laughing hand.  It’s great, gives the party a free turn to wail on a creature with advantage.  And possibly most importantly when you’re stunned, you autofail dex saves.  I know people were worried about the Morkoth and the spell reflection reaction with Caleb having disintegrate as his biggest gun. If Beau can stun it, Vocodo would have to just sit there while Caleb opens up against it without being in danger.

4) Druids are very useful, Vilya with them is so much better than against them. Druids aren’t as good of healers as Clerics but they have better utility than clerics.  She can wildshape into something with temp hitpoints and act as a meat shield, if she’s a moon circle she can do more than that, though it seems to be like she’s Land circle because of her immunity to poison. which is honestly pretty underwhelming of a circle, but the things she can do as a vanilla druid with her spells are good on their own.  Not to mention if they have another spell caster, it means that there’s one more person Vocodo might use a reaction against instead of one of the party members.  Worse comes to worse, I would rather Vilya die, than a member of the party if I’m going to be honest.  If they contact Keyleth or Allura about this dead Ashari woman, they can bring Pike in who has much more powerful healing spells than Jester or Caduceus with more gold than the whole party has together.  It’s callous, but Vilya is an NPC who is connected to a PC from the last campaign, (my favorite character if I’m not be clear) Vox machina has more ways of bringing her back than the Nein can think of

I’m not saying that the fight is going to be easy, it’s still going to be a boss battle with at least one one of their friends on Vocodo’s side if they dont’ stop him before he gets there, but it’s not an auto tpk which a lot of people seem to be worried about.  

[646-shenanigans]

Okkayy time for some info. If you look at my first post on this blog, you’ll see I mention Wayward(aka Deadpool). I decided to scrap him and now Flames Deadpool and is called Deadpool.

Some info and updated stuff:

Spidey was somewhere in his 20s when he died.

I havent read many comics cause there are... so many.. and any recommendations are welcome! Especially stuff I can throw into 646 cause its very underdeveloped and there are alot of holes.

The mercs are pretty much the main characters, and meteorite si being added to the frequents. Also gotta develop them more 😔✌️

Ngl alot of the stuff established is based of ultimate spiderman cartoon cause thats my childhood and idc if its bad I love the designs and worldbuilding.

Civil War happened, and it caused a bunch more damage cause Spideys dead or whatever. I think there was like a fake nazi captoan america ot something??? That doesnt happen here, also the avengers basically beat eachother up and then Deadpool thestens to shoot a guy to make them stop(dont worry he just paid a random dude to agree to be held at gunpoint)

Doctor Doom also exists cause I love him. He hasnt been developed at all lol

Hawkeye exists too(I mean most the Avengers do. Mostly the ogs are avengers, not a bunch like in the comics) and hes fully deaf. He has a love hate relationship with the avengers.

I dont take anything from the MCU cause I dont like it.

Doc Connors is a lizard dude whos stable unlike in the comics. He went through a super tough time but managed to recover with the help of Spidey and therapy, which in turn lead him to open his facilty, which is for helping mutants who cant go to Xaivers for whatever reason get better grip on their abilites and get use to them. Also for helping survivors of weapon X. He also occasionally gives in home therapy, either at his home or his clients home.

[squeiky]

One has the ability of a bird (to mimic sounds with accuracy) and the other one has physic abilites.

Hh-okay.

I always pictures papyrus just on facetime with frisk or something.. But then frisk could be siting here like a dumbass, raising the phone up high thinking papyrus is gonna see outta that, when in reality he's at alphy's lab looking at your dumb ass while hes on mute cackling.

Or.. Idk physic abilities, and photographic memory for phone calls.

He can go to hotland.. Anytime! But he doesn't.

he says he knows it like the back of his hand, which he knows nothing of. But some point, in his life, that glove has came off. UNLESS HE WAS BORN THAT GLOVE ATTACHED- THEN I QUESTION HOW MONSTER CLOTHES WORK-

Uhhh and floweyy errr.. Pretend this is a good transition-

Flowey has some sort of transformation ability, since he's an amalgamation. We've seen him change faces before so if he tries hard enough, he could probably copy cat anyone.. As long as they match his color scheme. (So white, yellow, green and whatever the hell his eyes are)

For the voice? He could be a parrot.. Or that bird that can copy the sound of a chainsaw or a car. He's just really good at it.

(Hes already copied frisk's face, tori, asgore, and made a weird 3 circle thing to represent all monsters.. So no shortage of body manipulation.)

It seems to be a well calculated plan between papyrus and flowey to round up everyone, with papyrus probably leaving his phone with him or something, so that he can make his way towards home.

Flowey must've said something like a freindsip speech to get him on board or something, and left out the part he was gonna take some souls out of their still living body by absorbing them through vines like a plant absorbing bones for extra calcium.

And since papyrus basically stronger than asgore at this point it makes sense he'd get a "few" extra vines to keep him for going ballistic on that TRAITOR!!

You know flowey said something when paps didn't have a plan B. That man trusts this guy. Look what happens when you set your bar this low papyrus. He goes to kill you.

Then again, you dated a murder. (Which was me i killed him and many people multiple times. Told him i have zero redeeming qualities, insulted him and called him a loser... You.. You don't go on play dates with a person like that. Papyrus.. Up your standards geez, either that are you been abused man.)

Going off topic here but.. Please read this?

Actually, i think papyrus is just taken advantage of and abused in undertale man. This guy is depressed and probably suicidal if im going to be honest. His "crowd of people" ain't too shabby. I think the best person in all of undertale had to be that one blind dog that smokes dog cigars. Just like, he just glad papyrus is a lot nicer to him UNLIKE HIS GODDAMN BULLY OF A BROTHER- and i find that comforting. There's some people in snowdin that might treat him better than everyone else.

I know sans is not the best brother, but he shows no stopping of affection and admiration for his brother. He's an asshole with a heart. A small heart, only for papyrus and toriel. Everyone gets a bad time, even the disabled, beacuse sans is an abelist. I'm joking about that last part.

Undyne... I have no clue. She's his boss, his freind? Mentor? Trainer? Idol? Who is she? Papyrus wants to appease this "Undyne" but.. Who is "Undyne"? I don't know how papyrus feels about her. Besides, He's uncomfortable. He doesnt even like the head noogies..

(Which actually causes pain on the skull due to the knuckles? I think.. Go check for yourself. )

I dont know with undyne, she sees him not the actual way he is? He acts a little different with her, like he's pressured to comply.

The things he says when he's alone, contradicts what he says when he's not.

I don't know how flowey and papyrus are.

I dont like thinking about it.

Sometimes i imagine they sit and watch the crystals on the top of ceiling in waterfall. Talking about stuff.

Other times, i worry. I think that flowey is gonna do something to him. Just there to keep an eye on him, have someone to use.

Sometimes i think he's aware of this.

Sometimes not.

I don't think we made his problem better at the end of undertale.

I mean.. His room is silent.

That doesn't sound "reunited" to me.

almost 2am thought— y’know how Papyrus can kinda maybe see around you when you’re on the phone with him? ....and how Flowey can imitate voices? just saying. those might be connected Things

[forhearth-andhome]

another ffxv ua cause why not? ability switch. ardyn clearly wanted to fuck with the chocobros. this manipulative asshole charmed the coin that he tosses to noctis in gladin quay takes their powers and abilities, switching amongst the others. like all powerful magic it takes time to set in. the boys find out while running around on a hunt given by one of the lestallum merchants. prompto starts running behind the others, his shoes suddenly seeming to be filled with lead, but no one noticed. "sneak behind them and deliver a first and finishing blow, noctis." gladiolus instructed, bending his knees ready for the fight. the prince nodded, summoned his weapon and stopped. what? why did he have the daggers? he thought he summoned the his sword... twice, even three times he tried summoning his other weapons but only got the daggers, until it switched for a javelin. "having problems there, noct?" prompto asked as he finally caught up with the group. "yeah im fine sorry." he shrugged off whatever off feeling he was starting to have and threw the javelin, willing himself to warp strike. noctis didnt move. "uh noct? your wasting time here..." "dont you think i know that? my powers arent working right." gladiolus shrugged and summoned his weapon ready to kick ass and take names, ready to defeat any enemy by himself. except the weight didnt feel right. he looked down and saw a steel revolver in his hand. "the hell?" "uh guys?" everyone looked at prompto, who held nocts sword in his hand. they watched as their resident chocobo lover summoned and resummoned a variety of weapons, sword, claymore, daggers and even a set of pistols. the enemy had no clue and eventually ran away. it didnt matter. each of the guys tried to summon their own weapons, but came up with not their weapons. ignis' wrist almost crumpled under the weight of the greatsword. gladiolus felt like a giant holding a small gun in his meaty hands. noctis on the other hand, didnt feel different just slighted. "i dont understand. what is wrong with our powers?" ignis pushed up his glasses, and nodded to the now prey free wagon they had come for. "whatever it is we can figure it out later. i suggest we grab our cargo and return to camp." everyone agreed. as they got back to the regalia, prompto complained about a headache as he laid across the back seat, his feet resting on gladiolus' lap. "guess im riding shotgun today." noct shrugged. once back at camp, ignis offered to help set up the tent instead of starting dinner. no one said a thing, until noctis started flipping on the grill. "noct? what are you doing?" "i feel like cooking. is that a big deal?" "no, just please dont accidently burn down our camp now." once camp was mostly set up, ignis returned from the car, a shaking but sleeping prompto in his arms. this got everyones attention. ignis set prompto back into a chair, and stepped back. noctis instantly went to his side, brushing his hair back with light movement. prompto mumbled words, still clutching his head as if he has a bad headache. "m-make.... make it... make..." "make what prompto." he stopped for a moment, waking up. "it hurts, make it stop." everyone is really concerned now, even gladio has appeared with a handful of dead birds handing from his hands. "stop what prompto?" a tremor shakes the boys to the core, but worried less about that when prompto screamed, holding his head. "prompto?! are you okay?!" birds now dropped on the ground, gladi starts patting proms back. noctis pulled back, giving ignis room to look at prom. everything was starting to make sense and he figured out what was going on. "guys, we're not the same." everyone looked at him, prompto taking longer as the headaches faded. ignis started to see where noct was coming from. "our abilites and powers must have been switched, and i can only conclude that prompto is now suffering from the overwhelming power of kings." basically the ua of: -noctis with ignis' abilities: better at cooking (not as awesome as ignis but definitely a step above what his is.) with the daggers and excells at elemental magic. -ignis with gladio's abilites: the greatsword (which he almost snapped his wrist trying to weild it once in the beginning), and general strength in battle -gladio with promp's abilities: the guns (he still doesnt understand how long prompto has been able to live this long with such a irritating long ranged weapon) and an eye for photography (he refuses to take pictures, its still proms thing afterall.) -prompto with noct' abilities: has the most trouble adapting and in the beginning he suffers the most. eventually once he gets it down he is able to handle it, but not as well as noct (summoning the gods almost put him in a coma)

[xmalereader]

The Mandalorian X Male Reader

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Summary: Reader used to train with Darth Vader before the falling, noticing that the dark wasn’t for him he decides to bury away his past and keep himself hidden but somehow he allows himself to share his story with a specific mandalorian.

Warnings: Angst, anger, arguments, Luke Skywalker, Ben and Han Solo, slow burn, feelings, flashbacks, memories, light vs dark.

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“Okay, not to sound worried or anything but how did we end up going from tattooine to some secretive planet that I dont even know about with all five of us?!”

When y/n and Ben both felt the force on each other they knew that it was going to be a very long expiation. Y/n had no idea who the boy was until he met the father; Han Solo. Who he had seen and heard of a couple of times so he wasnt as surpised but hearing about Luke skywalker and how he was training many different children with the same abilites as them and how Ben and Hans were on their way to go see him caused Din to convince y/n to go with them and now Luke will be able to help him. But y/n refused, he kept refusing and acting like a child to the point where Din had to drag Y/n to the falcon along with the child.

Hans was actually nice enough to share some of his credits and help Din fuel up the razor crest so that he can follow them to this new planet, at first Din didnt want to interfere with all of this but Y/n forced him to come as well since the other was also going by force.

Y/n had learned that the young Ben Solo was on his way to a special school that his uncle was in charge of. At first he didnt want to have any part of this but Din was making him knowing that it’ll help him when Y/n knows that it wont do anything good for him.

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“Here we are.”

Y/n looks out the window from the cockpit, his eyes widen in amazement as he sees a large clear field with green grass and flowers. A large temple stood at the peak of the island, He could feel the strong force coming from this planet that he doesn’t even know if he can handle it. “Din I dont think this is a good idea.” He whispered and leans back in his seat and tries to hold back a panic attack that he felt rising. “This is for your own good y/n, you said that you wanted help so that’s what I’m doing.”

“I meant by shooting me not by sending him straight to Luke Skywalker!!” He exclaims in anger. Din simply ignores him and lands the razor crest next to the flacon. He switches everything off and stands up, he looks down at y/n who remained seated. “I’m not shooting someone that I care deeply about.” With that he leaves the cockpit. Taking the child with him he cant help but sigh at y/n’s stubbornness, he said he was going to help him get better and he wants to make sure that he recovers.

“Where your friend?” Asked Hans as he watched Ben rush to his uncle to greet him. Din sets down his own kid and answers. “Being stubborn.” He placed a hand on his hip and watched the kid coo and take in the sight before him. “He’ll come around, I just hope that this place helps your kid and friend. They are really going to need it.” He walks off to greet his best friend and to check up on his son.

Din watched the small family, from the corner of his visor he sees y/n standing near the razor crest as he too watched the Jedi closely. “Y/n.” He calls out softly and looks over his shoulder.

The young man didnt have ot hear Din speak up, he could hear him clearly. Looking down he makes his way over ot stadn next to din. “I just want you to know that if anything happens while I am here, I want you to be the one to kill me. I cant have any of the students see a dark Sith Lord in front of them.” He spoke in a soft voice.

He doesn’t give Din a chance to protest once he leaves his side to properly meet Luke.

Once y/n came face to face with Luke he slowly frowns. “Luke.”

“Y/n.” Said Luke.

No one may have know who you were but since you were training along side with Darth Vader you obviously knew who Luke skywalker is and he knew you as well since he did meet you once or twice when he was ‘visiting’ his own father on star killer base. The two didn’t get along at all on first glance, Y/n loathed him, but he still has no idea to why?

“I thought you fell with the others but it turns out that you remained standing and now here you are seeking for my help.”

“Actually I was a forced to get your help and I did fall, I’ve been keeping that dark side hidden away for the last seven years. So dont expect much from me when you try to help.”

The two were standing close, face to face as they glared at one another.

Hans was the first to break the tension as he quickly pulls Luke away before he starts anything up or a fight between the two. “Alright listen; we get it you two dont like each other but Luke you’re a Jedi master who isnt only gonna train Ben but Y/n as well and I know that this guy is gonna be harder than Ben—“

“Hey!”

“—But you’ve got to try. Mandalorian here has told me some things about this guy and lets be honest He doesn’t sound as bad. I mean he’s been clean for seven years that’s gotta be something right?”

Lukes lips press into a thin line, listening to his older friend reason him out. Once he mentions the mandalorian he glanced over Hans shoulder to see the mandalorian standing afar from the group with a child in his arms. His gaze shifts to the child and gasps. “It’s been years since I’ve last seen a species like him.” He suddenly blurts out and makes his way over other din, his robes dragging along the grass as he approached the mandalorian.

Din steps back in a protective way as the Jedi eyes the child in his arms. “Where did you find him?” Din holds the child close and hears him coo. “He was a bounty, not anymore.” He answers softly. Somehow Luke was giving off a peaceful presence that causes him to hand the child to him.

Luke slowly takes the child and smiles. “You are a strong one with the force. Looks like you’ve got your hands full with force-senstive.” He chuckled out and hands the child back to Din who takes him back in his arms. “The child is like everyone here correct?” He asks.

“Yes, every child on this island has the same ability as your own kid, I will teach them all. The ways of the force.”

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“We will be starting off with y/n since Ben is easy to manage.” Said Luke as they stood outside the temple. Y/n only laughs out loud and throws his head back. “yeah I dont think so old man but I can manage on my own.” He shot back with another glare.

Din was standing near Hans as he watched the two argue again. “This is going to be a long week.” He sighs out, turning back to the kid as he watched him levitate the crystal ball. “Don’t worry, Luke can do anything. If he can bring down the empire than he can bring down a Sith Lord.” Hans said and chuckled, he pats Din’s shoulder and sighs as well. “Well I’m heading out, I only promised to bring Ben but I have to leave him behind.” He sends one last smile at the mandlorian and leaves to say his goodbyes to his own son. Leaving the mandalorian on his own.

The mandalorian shifts his head, looking at the child as he began to think. This place was full of force-senstive children, the perfect place for both y/n and the kid but could the kid really learn at such a young age? Is 50 considered a young age for this kids species? Din sighs in frustration, a couple of days ago he was fighting of some Imps from taking the child and hurting his own friends, he’s lost his own clan and was now a clan of two. For all he know he could be the last mandalorian standing, he doesn’t know if their are more out there.

He’s cut off from his thoughts by hearing an angry y/n yelling at Luke. “Long week, huh?” He tells the kid.

The kid holds the small crystal ball and chews on it as he cooed up at the mandalorian. His ears slowly moving downward as he too watched the two most powerful Jedi and Sith Lord arguing with each other once again.

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“Concentrate.”

“I’m trying.”

“Not hard enough.”

Y/n growls.

He was sitting on top of a stone with his legs crossed, his back was straight and head held up high as his eyes remained closed. He was trying hard to meditate and to keep the light side from going away, he knows that he once worked along side Luke’s father but that doesn’t meant that their wasn’t any dark in him still.

As he concentrates he could feel Luke staring at him which causes him to frown and groan. “Stop staring.” He mumbled out as he went back to concentrating but of course Luke wouldn’t stop staring which caused the other to groan in frustration. “Quit it!”

“I’m not doing anything.” Said Luke, a grin plastered all over his face.

Y/n covers his face with his hands and groans deeply, “I hate you so much.” He muffled out before taking in a deep breath and sitting up again. “Let me concentrate, please?”

“Please? Well that’s a new one.” Luke steps around Y/n and eyes him. “You said that you kept the dark side buried away, how did you do it?”

The other remains silent for a few seconds before answering. “I cook.”

“What?”

“I cook.” Y/n repeats himself. “Back where I lived I worked in a cantine, was in charge of cooking and serving the drinks whenever I had the time it kept me distract from causing trouble. Now, if you don’t believe me then that sucks for you because I’ve been clean for the past 7 years.” With that he stands up from his position and makes his way towards the razor crest where the mandalorian was staying for the last couple of days that they’ve been here. Y/n didn’t think it would be appropriate for him to stay in the temple, he just couldn’t be around children that would fear him.

“You’re early.” Din was sitting on the ramp with the child between his legs, watching him float a crystal ball as he giggled. Y/n sighs deeply and plops down next to Din. “I hate this place, I hate being here and I hate you.” He complains out with a groan, he shifts his legs upwards to press up agaisnt his chest and bury his face in his knees. “You say the same thing everyday.” Said Din.

The two were able to get closer for the last couple of days, making up the two years that they lost. “I’m sorry...”

“And apologizing like always.” Din picks up the child and moves him towards Y/n, he knows that the kid will cheer him up. The other male smiles softly as he reaches out to touch the child’s head and sighs. “What if I can’t do this?” He blurts out, getting the mandalorians attention. “You will and you can, We’ve known each other for almost two years and I know that you don’t give up easily.”

“You know me to well, Din.”

The two smiled at each other, even though he couldn’t see his face behind that helmet he just knew that he was smiling too. He could feel it.

He’s been feeling like this for awhile now, every now and then I could easily detect what emotion Din was feeling or thinking. He’s even been feeling it since Din disappeared on him. He remembers that one night where h e woke up with a really bad headache, gripping his head in pain as he whimpered not knowing how to make it go away. He’s heard about this feeling and he’s been told about it, it was the force forming a connection between the two. He could feel the child’s force so easily but Din wasnt like that, he didn’t have the same abilities as they did but somehow he could feel him.

He didn’t tell Din about any of this, he doesn’t want to freak him out anymore than he is now.

“I’m gonna try to get some sleep and maybe see if I can mediate inside here instead of out there.” Y/n strokes the child’s ear and stands up, heading inside the razor crest and finding an empty cot. He throws himself on it and lets out a pleased moan, happy to have something soft under him.

The next morning was the same as every other day; he would be up early training wiht Luke while Din would watch from a distance with the child next to his side. It took the mandalorian some time to get used to all of this, seeing multiple people with the same ability as y/n and the child. He would watch y/n get pinned down ever once an awhile and sometimes he would see y/n ragging out on Luke after he was smacked on the head once again with a leaf.

Right now, y/n was sitting on the same rock doing the same thing as yesterday. Trying to meditate and concentrate on finding the light side. “Concentrate.” He hears Luke say bit he ignores him and tries to listen to the sound of the wind and the trees rustling. “Concentrate.” He grits his teeth. “Concentrate!”

“STOP IT!!”

He’s tired he’s tired of him telling him what to do and what not to do. “I’ve had enough! Just stop it I cant take this anymore!” He began to shout in anger. “I dont care if I find the light of not! I just want to go back to my regular life where I knew how to control myself but having you here is just frustrating and hard. You make it hard for me!” He exclaims. Shoving past Luke as he marched away in anger.

“I’m trying to help you! The mandalorian brought you here for a reason, he wants you to heal from your past and I’m just trying to fix that!” He follows y/n close from behind. “I don’t need a Jedi’s help and neither a Sith Lords help, I can take of it myself.” Y/n growls out as he makes his way towards the razor crest. “You said that the dark side goes away when you cook, a distraction helps you! Think of something or someone that keeps you distracted or that brings you into the light.”

Y/n stops mid-way, hearing Luke’s words he looks up ahead to see Din walking around the razor crest and making last minute repairs. “Someone that brings the light...” he whispered out.

He began to remember all of those times that Din and him spent together. When din was around he would stay at his place for days and y/n didn’t seem bothered he enjoyed the mandalorian company, he remembers din teaching him about the mandalorian culture and how different it was form others. He remembers Din teaching him the language and giving him a nickname—

“Nau.”

The Mandalorian turns around at the sudden language. He sees y/n standing behind him and with Luke not too far away. “What did you say?” He asks.

“Nau.” Said y/n. “You used to call me that when we were together, I never knew what it meant.” He whispered. “What does it mean?” He tilts his head up to look at Din.

The Mandalorian lowers down his arms from holding on to the razor crest, he fully turns to face y/n and slowly smiles under his helmet.

“It means light.”