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agentravensong · 3 years ago

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a deltarune post-snowgrave au feat. noelle and a clown

I had this idea the other night sparked by watching a DeltaRune speedrun where Noelle was temporarily equipped with JevilsTail to boost her Magic for the second Berdly fight. I thought about how any items you equip to Noelle on the Weird / Snowgrave route are basically lost once she leaves the party.

And I then thought: what if, when Noelle's back in the light world, catching her breath after running out of the hospital, she hears something strange. Not Kris's voice, but not the other voice she heard coming from them either.

Then she feels something rustling in her pockets. She reaches in, knowing there should be nothing there, and pulls out a Joker card. It's smiling at her.

And thus, we have what I'm tentatively titling:

the Jevil on Her Shoulder AU.

More details + some doodles below the cut!

To put it more plainly, the premise is that Noelle gets equipped with Jevilstail during the Weird Route and still has it on her when she leaves the party post-freezing Berdly. Back in the light world, Jevil can talk to her and even, as long as they're in the dark, appear as his dark world self. How is he able to do this? Because, meta, AU, bullshit, that's why.

So Noelle gets someone who has knowledge of the kind of big picture stuff that she’s brushing up against. Someone who will make her life hell for his own amusement, but who also seems to be trying to help in his own way, and at least brings humor, levity, and a strange kind of solidarity.

And if he turns on her, or just ends up being more trouble than he's worth? Well...

She's got a pair of scissors that can nip that problem in the bud.

Also, Jevil is def trying to help Noelle get with Susie. But his dating experience is exclusively from Seam and, debatably, Spamton, both of whom he is obviously divorced from. So, it's not exactly his area of expertise.

Other miscellaneous stuff and underdeveloped ideas:

- Lots of fun potential shenanigans with Jevil learning about the Light World

- Jevil pranks Noelle as much as he can in his (initially) limited form. He wasn't prepared for Noelle to be so hard to scare, to even laugh at his stunts. They're both reminded of someone else. Someone they might have considered a friend.

- Noelle's scissors may or may not become ice spears in the dark world. Might change it to a weapon closer to a pair of scissors, if I can find one. EDIT: I think I'm actually gonna go with a pair of sabre-type swords, the ones with a curved handle/hilt, cause that's kinda scissor-like, right? Also I just like swords. And, I mean, a "Kris" vs Noelle sword duel? Sign me up!

- I would love to include Spamton in this, but he's unfortunately stuck as Ralsei's new scarf by virtue of how Weird Route ends. Though, I suppose there's nothing explicit in canon (yet) stopping her from stumbling on the dark world in the supply closet and having an actual conversation with the fluffy prince... and even without the Spamton connection, that would be an interesting scene to witness...

- That being said, Spamton not being around would allow for a convo like this:

jevil: say, did you ever meet a silly little salesman? noelle: ....uh. maybe. were you friends? jevil: oh no no, he's a little cringer. lol. noelle: oh, alright! well, i... may have... killed him. jevil:

So, pick your preference, I guess.

- Speaking of Spamton... remember how Noelle finds his glasses and the door to his shop somehow nostalgic? Perhaps she's had past experience with him and the others like him that she slowly remembers as she befriends Jevil. Re-befriends? :)

- Let's talk more about Suselle in this AU, cause I thought of a new layer to it: if we have a player who would equip Jevilstail to Noelle just for the magic boost, then they probably equipped it to Susie earlier as well. So we get to have a fun twist where Noelle doesn't want to tell anyone, especially Susie, that there's a clown in a card talking to her, but then Jevil's like "Oh yeah I know her!" Then when Susie catches on she's like "You're stuck with him??? geez that's... you want me to take him off your hands for you?"

And maybe Noelle initially says yes... But she's still not up to talk Snowgrave stuff with Susie at this point. Jevil is the only person she feels like she can talk to about it, partly because he's seemingly the only one who would understand, and partly because he doesn't judge her - and even if he did, it's not like he can do anything about it. And she needs someone to talk to about it.

So she asks for him back. But Susie and Jevil continue to have fun banter, with Susie on one hand being generally disconcerted by him, and on the other finding him more fun and relatable than she's comfortable with. And Susie and Noelle get to bond over having to deal with him :)

(There's some good analysis of Susie & Jevil as a pair out there to draw on here. A couple of examples:

https://evenmywordsare.tumblr.com/post/666601721530875904/peaktorielperformance-evenmywordsare-jevil-doing

https://neitherlightnordark.tumblr.com/post/666418601619832832/i-do-think-the-intricacies-of-jevil-and-susies)

- Maybe Susie could even be the one to bring Ralsei - and, by extension, Spamton - into this? Because she's worried about Noelle and not sure if Jevil being able to interact with them in the light world like this is a bad thing, so she goes to castle town and has a talk with him, and maybe arranges a future convo between him and Noelle. As they're planning it, Ralsei is trying to ignore Spamton in his ear begging him not to bring the clown in. Then, after Susie leaves, he and Ralsei have an actually meaningful, if brief, convo themselves.

- Jevil helps Noelle to enter (find, create) and explore more dark worlds. At first for fun and to maybe help her toughen up a bit, but then, after the two of them put together that her sister might be that one girl stuck in the dark world working for the big G man, maybe... to try and rescue Dess.

- For angst reasons, I like the idea of an eventual verbal confrontation between Noelle and Jevil (think an act 2 low point) launching into a battle, and suddenly (maybe not until after she's gotten hit a few times and cries for help?) there's a red heart helping Noelle to dodge Jevil's attacks. And the two of them have this shared "Oh shit" moment, with Noelle doing everything she can not to think about, and thus alert the soul to, the scissors in her pocket (because I imagine this fight happening in the light world... somehow).

- But I would like this story to end with a happy ending. With Noelle finding her freedom from "Kris"'s puppet strings, and maybe helping them and her other friends with it too while she's at it. With a hard-fought-for reunion with her older sister. With her recognizing the strength she always had was already enough, and learning to use it for her own ends. Plus, her getting with Susie, as is wonderfully inevitable.

- And with Jevil realizing that his world being limited and artificial doesn't mean that there's no value in forming attachments to and bonds with the things and people in it. With him perhaps patching up some old connections of his own, and finding something new to live for. People to care about, who care about him.

In summary: if Noelle has to go through the Weird Route in some timelines, she deserves a friend whom she can commiserate with, who's already in as deep as she is and has at least started to cope with it. And of course Susie will be there for her no matter what, but sometimes... look, sometimes, you need a clown.

I may eventually write something for this, but I'd love to see what anyone else who likes this idea wants to do with it too! In fact, if you make anything for it, please @ me (along with including a link back to this post, preferably) so I can check it out!

For a last little bonus, take this song Spotify reminded me of yesterday which fits this AU to an almost scary amount.

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune spoilers #noelle holiday #jevil #snowgrave route #weird route #jevil on her shoulder #image descriptions in alt text #fair warning: if i see anyone try to turn this into a ship thing i'm ending you on the spot.#i do not know how to accurately draw jevil from the side. especially with the limited colors of a basic pencil #but on the other hand i am *very* happy with how all three noelles turned out!!!#...though i now realize that i forgot her freckles. rip

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moodymisty · 2 years ago

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Okay here I'am! You said I should just do it, don't come crying to me ;P If you feel up for it. Maul pre losing his lower body x Fem!Reader with 1/3/19/45 of your kink list, all in one package. Consensual aswell as Dub-Con is fine with me, whatever is more comfortable for you to write. If this is too much or Maul is someone you don't write about, that's okay. Just thought I should try :)) I think he is the perfect cadidate for those kinks.

Damn girl you had an idea and you WENT FOR IT I salute you

OK, fair warning I've never written for the Maul the Big Red Sith before, so this was quite the exercise XD (aka please have mercy on me I'm nervous. Also I probably could've reread this forever, i'm still very not happy about it but I feel horrible for making you wait so long LSDJFLDJ)

Relationships: Darth Maul(pre-choppening)/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Darth Maul's general existence, light predator/prey dynamics, Dub-con, but very light dub-con if that makes sense, (unrealistic please use lube)Anal, Begging, A single bite, Probably Stockholm syndrome and just general unhealthy relationship dynami-IT'S DARTH MAUL

It's not often in the galaxy you find people who can heal. Whether it's by the force or by bacta, it's a rarity, compared to the leagues of people holding blasters and lightsabers.

So when Separatist forces inevitably took over what little town you had called home, your resume had served as an almost instant target on your back.

It ended up landing you employed on a Separatist starship; And of course one currently transporting a Darth.

In your first days aboard it had been a nightmare, constantly hoping, praying you’d never see him. And when you had, it had become praying you didn’t come into his attention. Maybe it was that display of attempting to be a wallflower that ended up doing the exact opposite, and brought him right to you.

You don't know if you should be terrified or flattered that you managed to catch the gaze of a Sith. Being around Maul is such a wild cocktail of emotions you can’t really describe, and while anyone on this ship would tell you to keep as far away from him as you possibly could, there’s just, something that keeps you from entirely doing so. Even through any fear.

But you can't say you still haven't debated the idea of trying to find your way this flagship; However compared to everything else you’ve seen, it was far too risky and most jobs were far more dangerous. Safer than being on The Malevolence with General Grievous, at least; As seeing that flagship’s name on any transfer notice was an ill omen.

Your interactions, you’ll call them with Maul however, are tempting as much as they are dangerous.

He doesn't linger around you too often, but it's enough that you're used to seeing him more so than you aren't. Even if he isn't directly interacting with you; As sometimes you'll be somewhere and just feel eyes on you. You won’t see him close by, but you swear there’s some sort of feeling that’s telling you you’ve crossed his mind. In what way, you don’t know.

He’s crossed yours more than a few times, enough so that sometimes you have trouble thinking of anything else.

"Trying to hide away from someone?"

You almost drop the container of bacta you'd had in your hands, only just managing to grasp it before it topples to the floor, turning to look up and spot Maul looking down at you. The container rolls in your hand, as you put it back into the small box and grab the entire thing. He’s looking you with that same expression again; Thinking and watching your every move. Being under it sends an intense feeling down your spine, but you can’t quite tell if you like it or not.

"No, I just needed to get some things to stock up the infirmary."

You dared to look up into his eyes for a moment, before glancing away and letting out a small laugh. "I don't think I'd much be able to hide from you anyways." Maul lets out a one note chuckle. You've gotten a surprising amount of those from him; He seems to get a decent amount of entertainment value out of you.

The entertainment might almost be more so of a predator swatting at it's meal before it takes the killing bite, but it also might just be because his entire being is so naturally domineering.

"You are right that you wouldn’t. I would delight in your trying, however."

The way he stares at you could boil your blood, and holding the box of bacta containers in your hands you quickly move to scuttle by him.

"I, I have to get going."

Quickly you snuffle around the giant Zabrak and out of the storage room, attempting to make it down to the main medical bay where your tiny, private office resides. The box of bacta containers is gripped tight in your hands and you think you're almost home free, until people start looking in your direction and quickly begin peeling off as far to either side of the hall then can get; Almost stricken with fear. You realize why when you look over your shoulder, and see a swaft of black flowing fabric standing out from the legions of grey uniforms. A small amount of red skin with brilliant black tattoos stand out against the billowing cloak, giving no doubt as to who it is.

He's following you.

And there’s that feeling again, that you always get that tells you he’s close; You’d have known he was behind you even if you hadn’t turned your head.

It makes you move faster, walking as fast as you can through the minimally busy hallway. But you just know he’s getting closer; Your heart thumping against your chest. It seemed he was right that you had no chance in hiding from him, because you didn’t have the chance to start.

Once he gets within your reach he claps a hand on your left shoulder tight, and instantly begins guiding you. You can't do anything but follow, into exactly where you'd actually been heading. The medical office is unsurprisingly empty, and you'd never been so thankful for such a thing as the box of bacta containers nearly spills as you sit it down on a table, only for Maul to push you against it.

"I don’t recall ever dismissing you."

He was right; you’re never supposed to leave without being dismissed when in the company of someone of a higher station.

“I’ve seen many harshly punished for less insubordinate behavior.”

Your stomach presses into the edge of the table, feeling the heat of his body through your clothing. It makes you take a breath in, unable to let it out from how tight your chest feels.

This isn’t the first time things have become this, close. Each time has been farther and farther, wearing you down. Maybe it’s his way of flirting, maybe it’s him seeing how fast he can get you to crumble underneath him. At one point you stopped being petrified at not knowing; As while you can still feel how your heart is racing from fear, it’s also racing from the feeling of his body against yours.

“I’m sorry, Lord.” He almost laughs at your apology, clearly amused by it.

“So obedient.” His hands are rough and unforgiving, but not as painful, as you might’ve expected.

"Do you treat all your superiors with the same impeccable manners?" If he was someone else you'd have blindly said yes; But with Maul you dare to be honest. In your previous interactions he hasn’t seemed to mind when you slip up, so this time you dare to do it on purpose.

"No." He gets amusement out of it, for sure. Laughing as he presses on your shoulder enough to force your body to fully bend over the table. You don’t know why you’ve let your body be so malleable, having to cough to avoid letting out a less than un-approving noise as the way your feel his hand between your shoulderblades.

"Good. I think I'll keep it all to myself." One of his hands grips the waistband of your pants and begins moving them, scraping against your skin as they get pulled down; A rarely degree of mercy, as you felt he wouldn't care if it came off in one piece or not. Your underwear come off with them, cinched around your thighs.

You don't know exactly when he'd adjusted his robes but at some point he clearly had, as the shape and hotness of his cock against your ass is more than instantly recognizable. The motion is enough to make your body even hotter, feeling the way your cunt becomes slick with your own juices as he grinds between your outer lips. He’s not gentle; His body is rough and hard the table creaking underneath you as he presses against you, feeling his nails against your skin as he grips your clothing for leverage.

He grinds on your cunt for a short while longer before pressing his cock against your entrance and slowly pushing inside, listening to the way you gasp as your cunt tightens around him. He’s fucking you deep and slow, burying his cock inside of you before feeling your tight pussy fight his attempt to pull from you.

But once his cock is entirely slick with your juices he suddenly pulls entirely from you, cunt fluttering from the feeling of suddenly being empty. It surprises you and for a split second you almost fear he’s had his fun and was going to leave, until you feel him pressing against your ass. Your hands grip tight against the table as he ever so slowly pushes his way inside of you, unbeknownst to you keenly watching the way your muscles tighten and back arches.

He’s slow, almost agonizingly so and letting your body ever so slowly adjust to the intrusion. The moment he bottoms out inside of you again it feels like you're stuffed to the absolute brim, swallowing a knot in your throat and trying not to moan as he begins pulling your ass on and off his cock. Quickly you feel your stomach twisting in knots again as he fucks you, feeling the juices from your cunt leak down your thighs. But there’s a little part of you than can take more, mewling at the way you feel his nails leaving scratches on your skin.

Part of you might feel a little bold demanding something of a Sith but then again, you think the chain of command is more than a little bit broken here.

"Harder," You call out to him, listening to him let out an amused chuckle.

“Whatever happened to those impeccable manners?”

He says, wanting you to beg. It’s obvious, in his voice and the way he slows down enough that your senses aren’t as overwhelmed as they were. The feeling of knots in your stomach and the throbbing of your clit starts fading away, only coming back when he moves and dares to give you a taste of what he’s no longer giving you. You can’t hold out for long, not when he’s edging you like this and forcing you to beg.

“Please, I-, Please Lord harder,”

He listens to your request, the sound of his hips against your thighs louder as he batters your ass. It feels like he's going to shove you through the table if he keeps this up, thrusting into you as your muscles tighten around him.

Even as your cunt aches for something to fill it tightening around nothing you still feel yourself leaking against your inner thighs, feeling your stomach in knots and lower body jolting as he grinds against every single nerve. It feels absolutely overwhelming as he fucks you, like he's setting your body on fire as you moan and bite your lip.

You’re whispering profanities under your breath only seems to spur him on harder, and looking over your shoulder, you notice the way his eyes are slightly hooded; Looking down at the way your ass bounces on his cock. His robes are disheveled and you can see the way his chest is somewhat heaving, as his lips are parted slightly.

Even if you'd love to stare at the way his aloof facade has left ever so slightly in just your company, you instinctively move to look forward as your thighs press together and another loud moan gets just barely caught in your throat. Your knuckles are tense as you grip the table tight, mewling as you cum ass tightening around him.

In your mind for a moment you thought about being quiet; That anyone could walk by and hear either of you, but in the end it came of nothing. Not even a hand over your mouth, letting out a shameless moan now as you feel his hands gripping your hips hard enough you'd swear it'll bruise.

It makes you shiver when he removes one hand from your hips and slowly his nails trail up your thigh to your ass, leaving scratches on your skin. It's not enough to bleed, but it is enough to leave noticeable marks and make you gasp. Then his hand wraps around your hip again, body leaning forward as if trying to thrust as deep into you as he possibly can, and even deeper. It feels like his cock is in your stomach as his body presses on yours, skin feeling hotter than it should be.

He freezes in place cock throbbing inside of you as he finishes, sharp nails leaving marks on your skin. He’s throbbing and you swear you can feel the way he cums so much inside of you, heat pooling in your gut.

You don’t even think he’s finished when a hand comes to your neck and moves your clothing, before you suddenly feel your lips and teeth against your neck. He bites down hard enough to make you take a sharp inhale of breath, but you don’t feel any blood. It still stings when his mouth moves away from your skin, and he leans to stand upright.

When he pulls out you can feel cum leak down, trailing onto your thighs and cunt. It feels hot but not as hot as your skin does, entire body flush and stuffy beneath your clothes. Your body twitches as he trails one finger up your thigh and cunt, wiping alone the cum he'd just left moments ago. It would be a pity to waste, he thinks.

As much as you’d like to lounge and enjoy a breather, perhaps try and process what’s happened and how you’d manage to get from one thing to here, this is a busy flagship; You have duties and superiors hounding you. You can’t relax, as much as Maul might be an incredible temptation to do so.

You can barely gather your wits about you in a normal amount of time, trying to desperately at least pull your clothes into order. Quite obviously you'll have to clean up, once Maul takes his leave. The supplies you grabbed are still just haphazardly placed aside, almost falling off the table.

Much to your surprise however when you stumble attempting to fix your pants Maul actually catches your by the bicep, keeping you from tripping completely over. He's silent about it, and you finish getting dressed somewhat normally. The sterile lights in the room are hideously bright, and you don't think you've even seen Maul in a room this lit up. They shine against his skin in such a way that the red of his skin is even more vibrant, as well as the gold speckles in his eyes.

It's more than enough to distract you even while Maul eyes you more than a little confused as to why you seem almost dazed, before suddenly you're jolted out of your trance.

There's the sound of the door opening and your name, and quickly you attempt to look over yourself and make sure you're presentable before one of your superiors, who is entering the room after a short knock and you speaking a sentence of acknowledgment before his entering cut you off. Your superior wastes no time clearly, and instantly begins reprimanding you.

"You were supposed to be at your post an h-” He stops, recognizing the red skin and black fabric instantly. It's with that he gains significantly more formality, going ramrod straight and clearing his throat.

"A thousand pardons, Darth. But I have need of-"

"She is busy."

The commander visibly stutters for a moment at the harsh declaration, directly in opposition to his own, before attempting to continue speaking.

"I understand that believe me, but she is needed in-"

"Are you going to make me repeat myself?"

You can't help but glance up at Maul, watching the way his tense jaw moves muscles stretching his tattoos. Quickly with his tail between his legs your commanding officer nods and takes his leave, once more leaving you and the Sith on your own.

“It seems your superior has a temper un-befitting of their abilities.” Maul says, and you shrug.

“It’s not like I have much a choice in the matter.” He hums, and starts walking while you stay put. When he realizes you have he looks at you as if waiting, and in your trot to move up, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

There is no way you’ll be able to hide the bite mark he gave you with the clothing you have on now, as it’s so high up your neck and bright red. With a sigh of defeat, you leave it exposed and go on to follow.

#Me when I first looked at this ask: 👁👄👁#a woman who knows what she wants #Have I ever thirsted for Darth Maul before? No. Did writing this convert me a little? Yes.#darth maul x reader #Darth Maul/Reader #the clone wars x reader #mywriting

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celeste-clearwater-06 · 4 years ago

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Random Headcanons (Thorin's Company)

In celebration of reaching 100 followers, I've decided to write these completely random headcanons right off the top of my head! These are just little cute and strange oddities each character would have!! (Featuring our favorite character, Y/N 😌💗)

Fair warning, this turned out WAY LONGER than expected, so just be prepared 😅

Please like and reblog if you enjoy it!!

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Okay, lets just start off by agreeing...

Kili hates spiders

Like, just a deep-seated hatred for those things

And the ones in Mirkwood gave him serious PTSD

But he especially despises the little ones that crawl all over you, up in your hair

Any time he sees one its just-

"FilifilifILIGETITAWAY FROM ME!!"

And everyone's just laughing at him while he's on the brink of tears 😂😂💀

Kili doesn't really scream, more like a gasp of disgust

HOWEVER-

Fili does scream

And he secretly has a super high pitched scream

And although he does a reasonable job at pitching it down when he's aware...

There are occasions where the older brother will let one slip and he's teased so badly for it 💀

There was one instance where Fili threw a daddy long leg at Kili, which made him yell

Then proceeded to shriek at the top of his lungs when he tripped over a fucking log while trying to run away 😂

And by hearing it, you and the company thought it was a woman in distress, come barreling over, weapons drawn and war faces on

Nope, just Fili who tripped over a dead tree 🙄

Honestly, nobody believed it was him at first

Also, let's just say, canonically, that you dropped out of the sky into middle Earth (like literally every x reader fic on this platform)

And are a part of Gen Z

And let me tell you, teaching the company Gen Z slang is a BALL

The one's who use it the most are surprisingly Dwalin and Gloin 😂😂😂

Most of the time they just say it if you ask them to because they want to learn all about your world and "unique language"

Because let's be honest, hearing Dwalin say

"Shawty???? wHOT ON ARTH ISSAT SUPPOSED TA MEAN?!!1?"

DEAD-

Or even Thorin sometimes

"Bruh? I'm afraid I do not understand..."

pLEASE tell Bilbo and Bombur that their food is 'bussing' 😂

"I'm sorry... It's what?"

And speaking of teaching things...

You and Bofur have an epic handshake 😎💜

It was something you taught him in the span of a few days, and he learned very quickly

It never fails to impress the company (Thorin pretends not to 🙄✋, but he's the most impressed out of everyone)

You and Bofur are like the 'cool uncle' and 'favorite cousin' if you catch my drift

He can be a terrible influence on some of the young ones, and you are everyone's favorite 😂

Also, just to add something for Bofur, I think he would be an ABSOLUTE GOD at making shadow puppets

Ya know, almost everyone can do the basics like a rabbit and dog, but this dwarf can make crazy shit like a deer, butterflies, he even did AZOG a few times

Don't even ask me how 😳

So completely different subject, but now let's just talk about our 2 favorite grandpa's, Gandalf and Balin 😌💗

I have a secret about them....

They have a club

And what about, you may ask?

Shipping the member of their company

Now these two have been around longer than anyone else in their travelling party, so they are not oblivious to young blossoming romance

Typically they don't talk about it that much, but whenever they catch you and your love interest, whoever it may be, flirting or lightening up at the mention of each others names

These two just share glances, smile, maybe roll their eyes at your obliviousness

Something like;

Gandalf: " 😏'

Balin: "😌"

And NOBODY EVEN KNOWS (well, maybe you do, but you've decided not to tell anyone)

These two are the definition of subtle hints

And you've dubbed it "The Romance Grandpa's"

And they just laugh at it, but think it suits very well, though they insist it's not a club, just a 2 part insight

Elrond may have even gotten in on it too 😂

So everyone knows that the Company loves stories

Whether it be telling or listening, they are just in love

So, when they get tired of listening to the same old tale of Smaug claiming Erebor, they turn to you,

who just so happens to have an endless supply of Disney and fantasy movies locked in your brain by childhood memories

So ofc, you're going to tell them all about princes, princesses, magic, etc.

Their personal favorites are The Princess Bride and Beauty and The Beast

Were very confused about Snow White and the Seven Dwarves,

So now Fili, Kili, Bofur, and Dwalin WILL NOT STOP SINGING "HI-HO"

Just walking along the trail to Erebor, those four are singing, and Gloin has decided to add wHISTLING TO THE MIX

Thorin has lost it 😭💀

Okay, so everyone knows that Ori is more than exceptional at art

I mean, he's just so talented with his hand in drawing and painting

I feel like he would write some form of fanfiction as well

Ya know, maybe not like x reader stuff, but just sweet little fluffy stories about him and the fair dwarrow/dwarrowdam he fell in love within the blue mountains 🥴💗

(Or about him and you, given the circumstances 😉)

I also feel that Bilbo and Dori are secretly very good at art, they just haven't really discovered it yet!

Maybe Bilbo, at drawing his home, the plants he grows in his garden or the occasional bluebird that will perch on his window in the morning

And Dori would just make beautiful paintings of his brothers, more drawn towards things like scenery (lakes forests etc.)

Now, a while back, I had a list of headcanons that included characters who would have their nails painted (per the anti toxic-masculinity movement)

But I feel that I could have added more characters, say Ori, Bofur and most certainly Bilbo

ESPECIALLY ORI

He just lives the color, the shine, maybe even the smell of nail polish, and watching you concentrate on painting them 🥺

And he's also VERY good at painting your nails as well, so that's a win-win

Speaking of beauty...

every

single

one

of these boys are suckers for flower crowns

It doesn't matter if they pretend not to, grumble, complain when you put the crowns on their head,

THEY LOVE FLOWER CROWNS 💐

Forever and always

You, Fili, Kili, Dori, and Ori are usually the ones making them near the campfire or in the road when you see a bundle of them as you pass

And Thorin just nods his head, maybe rolls his eyes, and smirks whenever you give one to him (#dramaking)

Dwalin just "hmphs"

Gandalf smiles and thanks you (#1 grandpa, next to Balin 😌)

And Bifur really appreciates flower crowns as well

Teaching bofur how to make flower crowns 😩

It's like a little craft club on a rainy day!! (And Nori loves it more than anything since it keeps Mother Hen Dori occupied, rather than bossing him around 🙄)

Now let's focus on the leader of our company, since he needs his spotlight!

Thorin is AMAZING at getting/making gifts for people

I don't even know how, but he is!!

You know how he never let go of that grudge with the fucking Mirkwood elves?

Yeah, that memory of his comes in handy when it comes to birthdays and Holidays (Durin's Day for example)

One day, you had been feeling stories of home, and how you dearly missed your old stuffed animal

So on your birthday, Thorin had asked for help from the company to gather their supplies and skills together

And made you a new one 😩💜🥺

Dori sewed, Dwalin hunted for the fur, Bofur made it a little wooden hat, Fili and Kili put little braids on the top of its head, Ori gave it a little bow of ribbon

And so, on your next birthday, they all presented you with this ADORABLE lion stuffed animal and you just fUCKING CRIED, HOLY SHIT-

All in all, the company may have some quirks, some oddities, yes

But their your company

And that means they'll forever love you, and you them

Because that's what family's for 💗💗

(And throwing spiders at Kili 😈💗)

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mysticalrambling · 3 years ago

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Hey there😄😄I hope you are doing well...You did my last request so fabulously🤩🤩So I'm back with another request😅😅It's another arranged marriage request and I think its the most bizarre request I ever had so please be patient with me😂😂 and you can decline the request if you don't feel so😅😅...Ok so here it goes..

*Steve and y/n are required to get married under the marriage law, he doesn't wants to but being the good soldier he obeys the government....they get married but steve is cold towards his wife...his teammates tell him to give his marriage a chance but he ignores them...Then the accords happen and without a care he leaves his wife behind who is heartbroken seeing all this..Then after 2 years he sees her but again he feels nothing but after the snap when he saw losses around him and he gives his marriage a second chance, he starts being civil to his wife and cares for her but they never consumated their marriage...When the time heist becomes successful Steve consumates his marriage with the reader out of happiness and she thinks all is well...Everyone returns from snap and no one dies...But steve returns the stones and stays in the past and old steve comes back.... Heartbroken Y/n refuses to meet him and leaves the compound...turns out she was pregnant with Steve's baby and doesn't wants the old steve to know so...One day old steve sees pregnant y/n who is around 7 months pregnant and realises its his baby, he apologizes but she ignores and turn away from him... He goes to get help from Scott bcz he wants to be with his wife and son now bcz he and Peggy couldn't have kids, everyone thought steve was selfish...But then he tells the truth that he never wanted to stay in past, but when he went to say goodbye to peggy, she abducted him and broke the timetravel apparatus and forced him to stay in the past...Young Steve comes back and now his son is born who is around 8 months old...He attempts to get back with his family but his wife still ignores him and doesn't let him come near her or her son...Steve regrets for not loving his wife in the past and also volunteering for returning the stones...Then one day powerbroker (Sharon) blasts the house where steve's family lived thus killing his family, in way to revenge her aunty peggy...Steve is left with nothing but pain and regret....*

Regretting His Decisions (S.R)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it.

Steve Rogers Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: You and Steve get married and he is really rude to you. Then he leaves you behind and goes back to Peggy but he doesn’t realise that you are pregnant. However, Sharon kills you and the baby to avenge her Aunt Peggy and Steve is left with nothing but pain and regret.

Warnings: Angst all the way.

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Steve never wanted to marry you or anyone else for that matter. But the government wanted it and like a good Captain, he listened to them. It was the stupid law and he wanted to wring the neck of those who made it. The protectors of the world had to get married so that the world sees them as fellow citizens instead of humans with super powers.

All the Avengers knew that Steve was hesitant to get married and he was doing out of duty. They knew that it was unfair but they all had met you. They all loved you instantly and knew that you and Steve would hit it off. However, the only problem was that he refused to meet you. The only thing that he knew about you was your name and your job occupation. Apparently, it wasn’t worth his time to get to know his to be wife.

“You need to give it a proper chance before you form an opinion.” It was the night of your bachelor party and while everyone is blackout drunk, Steve and Tony just sat on the side couch. For a person who was getting married tomorrow, Steve looked miserable and Tony couldn’t help but interfere.

“I am doing my job and that’s all that matters.” Taking a quick sip from his glass, he didn’t even wince at the liquid burning his throat.

Sighing, Tony filled up his glass again. A drunk Steve was better than a sober one, in his opinion. “A marriage is not a job and you need to try harder.”

“You don’t get to have an opinion, Tony. You got the perfect girl and the perfect wedding.” Jealousy coursed through his veins when he realised that everyone got to be with the love of their loves while he was stuck with someone who he barely knew.

Tony was left speechless and before he could come up with a response, Steve got up from his place and made his way towards his room. Calling it a night, he dreaded the next morning. He was happy for all of his friends but he also wanted to fall in love over first coffee dates, first movie nights, the first kiss and the moment he proposed because he loved you. Not because he was obligated too.

“You ready, Stevie?” Bucky was trying to be supportive but the headache was killing him. The tequila was literally seeping out of his pores. “How are you not hungover right now?”

“I didn’t drink like a maniac last night.” Adjusting his bow tie, he took a deep breath. This was the most difficult thing that he was going to do in his life and he just wanted to be left alone for sometime. “Can I have a moment alone?”

“Are you going to run if we leave you alone?”

“I am not a quitter and you all know that.” They all filed out of the room and he just sat down on the sofa and gave himself a prep talk.

You were no better on the other hand but you were ready to give it a try. Captain America was a good man and he would make a good husband. At least, that’s what you thought. You understood that the marriage was not happening under the best of circumstances but you could give it a fair chance. Taking a deep breath, you went to join your father on the doorway. He gave you a tearful smile and linked his hands with you.

“Do you take Steve Rogers as your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister asked the much awaited question and you quietly responded with an ‘I do’. During the whole ceremony, you wanted him to look at you but his eyes kept wandering. You passed it off as nerves but little did you know that he was so repulsed by the idea of this marriage that he refused to look at his wife to be.

“You guys are finally married. Treat her well, Rogers.” Fury took you both in a bear hug while your husband just hummed in response. You were like a daughter to Fury and that is why he recommended you as Steve’s spouse. He knew that Steve was an honorable man so he would fulfill all his duties as a husband.

The whole night was spent with you both smiling and engaging in conversations with the guests. However, you both made minimum effort to talk to each other except a few stolen glances. Your feet were killing you by the end of the event but you were never the one to complain. A look of relief appeared on your face when Steve announced an end to the event and thanked everyone for coming.

“Come on.” Hurriedly meeting his steps, you sat in to the passenger seat and those were the last words that were exchanged between you. When you entered the house, he took you straight to a guest room and then left. Whatever expectations that you had for tonight were crushed and so you went to bed with tears in your eyes and your wedding dress still on you.

During the next few weeks, Steve didn’t even glance at you but whenever you made an effort to do something nice for him, he shot you off. He was not willing to give it a chance and for the first few times that you made him dinner, he just picked it up and threw it in to the trash. You were never allowed in to his room and you learned it the hard way.

One day, you just wanted to put his laundry in to his room because he was not home yet. What was the harm? But boy, were you wrong. He came home early that day and he bursted at you the moment he saw you in his room. He called you some very mean things that you do not even want to recall. That night, you cried so much that your entire pillow was soaked but you didn’t want to leave him. You were in love with him way before you were married. He was the guy who saved the world and he was a good and an ethical man. Maybe he wasn’t nice to you but he was a good man and you couldn’t disagree with that.

It wasn’t that you needed a man in your life or you were dependent on him. It was that you had feelings for the man and your parents never raised you to be a quitter. You were still hoping that it all may be alright in a few days or weeks and you could have a family together. She knew that she had to be realistic but sometimes a girl wanted hope.

“I won’t be coming home for a few days.” At least he had the courtesy to tell you this time that he was going. "I have asked some of the agents to check up on you daily so if you need anything, just ask them."

"Okay." You quickly dismissed his questioning stare because he thought that you would ask questions. However, you knew that he would be rude and you would snap at him this time. A girl could only handle so much.

A week had passed and you got daily updates from Liam and Noah regarding the civil war. You still couldn’t believe that Tony and Steve were fighting because you witnessed their friendship firsthand. They had just informed you that Steve and his team were arrested by the government and shipped off to a black sight. You wanted to go to Fury and ask him to release all of them but Liam told you that it wouldn’t work. It was out of his hands.

“What do you mean?” You couldn’t believe your ears right now. Fury came by your house instead of Liam and Noah. He informed you that Chris and the other Avengers escaped from the prison and no one knows their location. Hurt was one of the most evident feeling running through your body and you didn’t know how to respond. How could he leave without telling you anything? How could he just leave?

“There will be some investigations on you but it would be nothing serious.”

“Why?” You exclaimed.

“The government is convinced that you know their location. It will blow over in sometime.”

“I am not going to sacrifice my freedom for someone who wasn’t even bothered to tell me about all this.” The hurt quickly turned into rage.

“But (Y/N)-”

“Tell all of them that I will not be doing anything and that you all should leave me alone.” You stood up and Fury took it as his cue.

Closing the door, you don’t let yourself ponder over the throbbing ache in your chest and instead get to packing. You were going to move out of this house and leave this life in the past. You moved into your parents house and immediately shot down their questions about Steve. There was a bookstore across from a studio apartment that Tony helped you find in the next few days. You loved books and the job paid pretty well. Soon, you forgot all about Steve and your failed marriage. Of course, there were feelings that you had to bury deep inside of you but you successfully managed to move on with your life.

“Have you heard, munchkin? Cap is back.” Tony shuffled your hair as he entered the library.. Pausing for a minute to absorb his words, you got right back into arranging the magazine section. It was the last thing that you had to do before you got off for the night.

“I don’t care. Are we still on for the night?”

“Yes. Pepper is cooking for the first time. Just say that you like the food.” From the past two years, Tony has been your person. He was the one who ordered you food when you were feeling too low or who massaged your feet when you had feet sores from lugging around books all day. You were thankful to have him in your life because he was not there to support you financially, he was there to support you emotionally. Sometimes, you felt so alone that you thought you might go into depression. But he was there to pull you back and so was Pepper. They were your family.

“Okay, Tony. I already know.” Quite a few things have changed over the years such as you changing your hair color to low lights and getting bangs. You changed your sense of style and. now you were pretty much unrecognizable. It was all in hope of leaving the past and turning over a new leaf. And you were somewhat successful.

“So how was the food?”

“Awesome!” The fake, shrill voice was hard to recognise, even for you but you didn’t want to hurt Pepper’s feelings.

“I know it was not good so I ordered some pizza as a back up.”

“I love you.” A chorus sounded from Tony and you as you both hugged her and kissed her on either cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.” She quickly dismissed you both but the cheeky grin on her face was hard to hide. You called it a night when you started feeling sleepy and you said your goodbyes. Your apartment was only two blocks away so you decided to take a walk to clear your head. Steve had been on your mind since the time Tony mentioned that he was back. As much as you wanted to believe that his arrival didn’t effect you, you couldn’t deny all the feelings that came rushing back in.

“Robbins Library, how may I help you?” Without looking up, you asked the question in a fake, chirpy voice.

“Why are you not at the house?” The voice startled you from your receipt checking and you gave him a confused look. As you had time to process the question, you looked over his appearance. More muscular and a fully grown beard was an interesting look and definitely suited him.

“Well, it was not mine to begin with.”

“I left you that house so you would be comfortable.”

“I am doing just fine without it. You know, I didn’t need anything from you but love and respect.”

Steve was trying to do something nice for you but he didn’t understand you. He felt nothing towards you even if he tried. Guilt coursed through him when he saw the look of hurt on your face but he couldn’t do anything about it. “That is too much.”

“Well, I deserve it and I am not going to settle for anything less.” This time, the brain won the battle and you were secretly glad. You resumed your work and he left without saying another word.

The city was in chaos in a few days because there was an alien invasion in place. The Avengers were all over the problem but Pepper and you were panicked. However, the only difference was that she could ask about Tony’s whereabouts and you couldn’t do that for your husband. There were no updates for you and when Noah came to get you both with a battered suit, you were worried.

Walking towards the tower, you realised that many people were crying but the most important thing was that it looked like half of the population was gone. There were a lot of things that you didn’t understand right now but only one thing mattered. One person. Steve. You ran towards the tower and when you saw him sitting on a chair with his head in his hands.

“What happened?” The logical part of your brain started working right on time.

“We couldn’t prevent the snap and Thor escaped.”

You didn’t know what it all meant but it was definitely something bad. “So what does it mean?”

“It means that half of the human population have disappeared. It means that half of our friends, families, loved ones have disappeared. It means that I have failed!”

“Why are you getting angry at me?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Do not speak to me like that. I do not deserve it. When you are in the right frame of mind, come talk to me.” You were not the person that suffered silently. You were the person who knew. what she wanted and how she should be treated.

Going outside, you called your parents but it just went to voicemail. However, busy they might have been, they always picked up their phone. So you knew that they were gone too. You were alone in this world and you didn’t know what to do. In the far distance, you saw Tony and Pepper hugging and you were happy to see that your best friend was not gone.

With tears running down your eyes, you turned back and collided into a firm chest. Looking up, you saw Steve and you just wanted someone to be with you right now. That’s what Steve also wanted because he felt like a failure right now. He wanted to give the marriage another chance as he thought that it was a miracle that you both were still here after the snap. It was not fair on you but he just needed someone and so did you. It was a fair trade.

“I just don’t want to be alone right now, Steve.”

“Me too. Let’s go upstairs.” You both just silently hugged each other and kept staring out into the Manhattan skyline. You knew that he didn’t have any feelings towards you and you cared about that. But not today. Today, you wanted to just lie down and soak up in his presence because he was the only one left for you.

He brought you breakfast in bed the next morning and he took you to all the meetings. You were confused as to why he was doing all of it and when you asked him, his answer was ‘I am trying’. You didn’t get your hopes high because you knew that it would be pathetic. This was going to be temporary and you just knew it. However, you just wanted a companion so you rolled with the situation.

“We can work around quantum physics and get all of our friends back.” He informed you over the ice cream that you were sharing. A Netflix movie ran in the background because it was a Saturday and it was a routine for you both.

“That’s a really good thing.”

“We are going to do it tomorrow.”

“Nice. I am going to bed. Are you coming?” He mumbled out a small yes and picked up all the dishes to put them in the sink.

The whole day tomorrow you clinged by your phone and called your parent’s number after every fifteen minutes. You looked crazy by the end of the day but when they finally picked up, you couldn’t explain the joy that coursed through your whole body. Talking to them for hours, you promised that you would visit them and you cancelled the call.

Steve came back with a bottle of wine in his hands to celebrate. “We were successful. The world is saved. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Both your happiness knew no bounds and after a few many glasses, you both were dancing to Taylor Swift songs. By the end of the night, you two were truly drunk and one thing led to another. You woke up the next morning with sheets wrapped around your frame and the pillow beside you crumpled but cold. You regretted the night so much because you knew that he did not have the same feelings for you.

The whole day, you spent cleaning the apartment as there were empty bottles of alcohol laying around. Then you went to the library and today was a busy day because many people wanted an update for the past five years of their lives. It kept you distracted from everything and when Tony came in, it was like the past repeating itself. He told you that Steve went to place the stones back but he came back as old.

You stopped listening to him after sometime as your mind tried to process what was happening. He betrayed you. Again. You were preparing yourself for the hurt whole day but this was totally unexpected. You knew what to do so it was a good thing. Detach yourself from the situation and do damage control. That was your motto for the next seven months and you refused to meet him even after you found out you were pregnant.

“You are in the mood of some ice cream with pickles, hmm little bean?” Rubbing your round belly, you walked towards the snacks aisle. The flavored pickle was on the top shelf but it was out of your reach. A wrinkly hand from behind picked up the jar and when you turned around to thank him, your voice was stuck in your throat. There stood your husband but the older version. The wrinkled face still held some similarities to the young captain but he had a slight hunch and grey hair.

“(Y/N), is that you? Are you- You are pregnant?” The question in his eyes was pretty evident.

“Seven months.” You curtly spoke and wheeled the trolly towards the check out. He quickly figured out the timeline and felt guilty. It was his baby and he left you alone. He caught up to you when you were bagging the groceries.

“I am sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know. If I could change everything, I would. Please give me another chance.”

“You chose Peggy so you don’t get to come back in my life. Leave us alone. It would be a favor for this child if he never gets to know you.” Telling him off made you feel a whole lot better and you went towards your car.

Seeing you leave, Steve knew that he had to make things right. He went to the compound where all the Avengers were lounging around.

“I thought you had retired, Cap.” Peter called out from playing his video game with Bucky.

“I want your help, Scott. I want to go back to my old self.”

“Why, Captain? Got bored of the grandfather look?” Tony asked while stuffing his mouth with buttered popcorn.

“No. I just found out that my wife is pregnant and I want to be there for them.”

“That’s sweet but why? You already had your chance with Peggy.” Natasha wasn’t very happy with Steve right now but they all had the same question running through their minds.

“Peggy and I couldn’t have kids.”

“So you are using (Y/N) and this kid as a replacement. That’s just selfish, Steve.” Everyone gave him a disgusted look because they couldn’t believe that he was just using you and the child to fill a hole in his life. Not because he loved you both.

“That’s not true. I didn’t want to stay in the past with Peggy but she forced me to. She broke the time machine apparatus and I had no other choice but to accept that life.” He looked at all of them and saw that they all were listening to him. “I made a time machine the whole time I was there and when it was complete, I got the hell out of there.”

“Oh, Steve. We are so sorry. Of course, we will all help you.” Hugging him tight, Nat spoke on behalf of all the others. The machine was all ready to go so Steve stood in the middle of it with Scott. They had to go back and fixed the machine’s timing and it would take some months to do all that.

Meanwhile, you got back home and unpacked all the groceries. Your hormones were running wild at the moment as you sat on the sofa with your swollen feet on the coffee table. You wanted a companion sometimes who would massage your back or who would call you pretty when you were feeling insecure about yourself or who would bring you food at four a.m. But this was a dream and you gave up on it a long time ago. You were enough for your baby and that was a fact.

When Steve came back, 10 months had passed by. You had given birth to a beautiful baby boy after a 21 hour labour. You cried and even though you had your mom with you, you still called out for Steve. You wanted him with you and afterwards, when you held that boy in your hand, you wanted Steve to be there with you to enjoy the moment. However, it was the last time his name even came out of your month.

“Oliver, you need to eat, bubba.” The last 8 months have been a rollercoaster ride for you and you knew through Tony and Pepper that Steve had gone back in time. You didn’t bother with the details because you had another human being to worry about.

“Nooooo.” This one word was the kid’s favorite and everyone of his sentence started with it. You were interrupted in the middle by the doorbell. Picking up your child from the high chair, you made your way through the house towards the door.

“What are you doing here?” Steve looked the same age as you so you knew that the time machine trip was successful. But you saw red. He didn’t deserve you or Oliver.

“(Y/N), is- is that him?” The blubbering baby did not even pay attention to his father and kept on pulling your hair. He was an exact replica of Steve from the dirty blonde hair to the charming smile. A literal reminder for you but you loved this little boy to death.

“Yes and now go away. We don’t need you.” Looking at the baby, he regretted the day he made the decision to be the one to return the stones. He regretted the fact that he did not allow himself to love you. He regretted everything. “Do not come near us. Goodbye.”

You went on with your week as per usual with feeding Ollie in the morning and taking him to the library with you where he had his own play pen. Then getting light lunch across the street and coming back home to take a nap for a few hours. Afterwards, you both ate dinner while Oliver’s favorite cartoons played on the tv. Except for the fact that Steve was at your house, your job and your cafe from the day he came back. He tried to apologize but the years that you spent in agony was too much. It was too little, too late.

It was a Sunday afternoon and by some miracle, Steve had left you alone. He had a meeting with the other Avengers regarding Asgard today. You were just playing with Oliver on his mat as he tried to crawl towards the stuffed toys in your hands. Before you picked him up, you thought that you smelt gas. However, a loud explosion threw you in to the nearest wall and you knew that your time was here. During the last few breaths, you tried to find Oliver but you couldn’t move. Mentally calling out for Steve, your gaze became unfocused and you lost conscious.

“Wha-What happened?” Steve knew that there was a bomb blast and he wanted to hope against all hope that you both were safe. However, the two body bags wheeled out of the burnt down house had him fall to his knees.

“There was an explosion and we caught Agent Sharon fleeing the scene.”

Sharon had confessed that she wanted to have revenge on Steve for cheating on her aunt Peggy. The new family that Steve had was a disgrace to her Aunt’s memories so she murdered them. She had gone a little crazy because Peggy was the one who take care of her when she was a child and she felt that Steve betrayed her.

Steve didn’t know what to do with his life at the moment. He was left all alone and his family was snatched away from him. He didn’t get a chance to be with them and now he was left with nothing but pain and regret. Trying to convince Fury to let him go back in time and prevent the explosion was futile because Fury just told him that this would upset the balance of nature. He didn’t understand it at first but then as time passed, he did. All the toys and photos that were salvaged from the house now decorated Steve’s very lonely apartment and he never let himself forget.

This was his punishment and he was not going to run away from it. Not this time.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I loved writing about Steve but I am no longer taking requests for some days. I actually have some of my drafts that I want to complete. You can send in requests but it will take some days for me to get to them:) Love you guys and do tell me if you want to be added to my taglist.

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221bshrlocked · 4 years ago

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masked in desperation

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6044

Warnings: Verbal Degradation. Physical Humiliation involving Din making reader wet herself. Dirty Talk. Penetrative, Non-Protective Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong por favor). Rough then Soft Din. Don't worry, this is consensual and there is aftercare involved.

No summary because I don't even know what to call this? All you guys need to know is that this fic is based on/inspired by the following asks [x] [x] [x] [x]

A/N: Uhhh this is new for me so I'm sorry if I didn't get the dynamic involved with a humiliation kink right. Please let me know how I could correct anything should there be something off. This was supposed to be rougher...but I turned soft midway because nervous Din makes me warm. I hope you like it nonetheless though. Comments are hella appreciated. And you can add yourself to the taglist here. Enjoy and please don't @ me once you finish this fic. And I apologize that it took long, this semester was hell.

It was an act of crazed desire concealed beneath irritation and anger, irritation with you for managing to claw yourself into his heart and anger at himself for allowing you to do so freely. He couldn't deny his feelings anymore, not if he wanted to retain whatever sanity he had left around you. What started out as nothing but stress relief and a way to help with the pain left behind by Grogu leaving turned into Din wishing he could stake his claim on you every moment of every day so you wouldn't seek anyone else out. Not that he genuinely believed you would. Still...

And it wasn't like this was any different from what the two of you usually do. At least that's what he says to excuse his twisted behavior, to not dwell too much on his sick, possessive fantasies.

It was driving him mad. He wanted to mark you up, always did during those passionate nights, loved watching as you tried, and failed, to cover up his love bites and handprints from the guild members. But he also craved to feel the same way. He wanted to bear traces of you on him so people knew how much he cared for you, perhaps even recognized the hold you have on him. The only problem was, no one would ever see the angry nail scratches and bite marks you left every night on his skin because of his beskar. So this, this would do the trick, even if it was barely noticeable, even if it would be gone when he washed his beskar, even if the two of you would be the only ones who knew what happened behind closed doors.

The weird thing was, he doesn't even know how he got to this point. Well, that's not true. He can actually trace his way to this moment, but he feels ashamed to do so? Reluctant maybe. It didn't matter what he was feeling at this point. All he knew was that he needed to watch you as you humiliated yourself in front of him, and had no power to do anything about it. Perhaps it was because, deep down, he wanted to show you that he'd accept you no matter what. He wanted to prove to you that he may just be worthy of having you in his arms. He wanted to assure you that he would be committed to you until his dying breath. And this, in some way, was the solution.

Before he can reevaluate and dwell too much on his decision, he fills a cup with water and heads towards you, ignoring the Marshal's glances as he approaches you and taps on your shoulders.

"Yeah?" You turn around, and Din forces himself to stand his ground when he sees your smile growing wider as you take the water from his hand. "Oh aren't you sweet. Careful, or else they'll think you're growing soft." You tease him as you down the cup of water and hand it back to him before returning to fixing the ship. He says nothing as he walks back towards the cantina, and resumes his quiet meditation.

And that's how it goes for the next couple of hours. He brings you a cup of water every so often, murmuring something or other about how he doesn't have time to take care of you if you suffered from a heat stroke before leaving immediately. Din quietly thanks the maker for your discomfort with public refreshers, because this plan wouldn't have worked if you decided to go to the cantina or elsewhere to relieve yourself. He's locked his ship's refresher and made sure to not be anywhere in sight when you sought him out to ask about the issue with the door.

He feels himself grow harder when he notices you squirming as you work on the ship, softly palming himself through his pants when you halt your movements every couple of minutes to either cross your legs or push your hand between your thighs to attempt and alleviate some of that pain. A part of him feels horrible for putting you through this, but something tells him it will be worth it in the end. Din Djarin isn't a man of prayer, but he pleads to whatever higher power that created you that this wouldn't backfire and make you leave him.

As the twin suns slowly set beneath the sky, Din moves away from where he's been hiding and heads towards the ship, making sure he is in your line of sight as he walks up the ramp and towards his armory. He quickly takes out the durasteel cuffs from where he's set them, hiding them behind his back as he pretends to head towards the cockpit.

However, he stops when he sees you rushing past him and setting all of your tools aside. You're mumbling angrily beneath your breath when things begin to fall over, growling when you try to fix them a couple of more times, and they continue to fall.

"Motherfucking shit," Din hears you swear as you carelessly try to set the box again and it falls over. Shaking your head, you turn around and sprint past him again towards the refresher. His eyes never leave your shaking form as you push on the refresher button numerous times and nothing happens.

"Pfassk! Din, how angry would you be if I broke this fucking door right now?" You try to grab the gun on his holster but he is quicker than you, slamming his hand on your own to prevent you from taking it.

"Extremely." His answer is short and straight to the point, mostly because he can't trust himself to respond to you without giving himself away.

"God please I- I need..." You hesitate and try to remove your hand from him, only to feel his hold tighten around your wrist. He thought you'd break and confess what you needed to do due to your desperation, but you don't, holding your tongue and looking up at him quizzically when he removes your wrist and clasps one side of the cuff on them.

"Din, what- what're you doing?" You look down and watch as he clasps the cuffs on your other wrist and ensures that they aren't too tight around your wrists before he locks them. Before you can ask him again, Din drags you across the ship and into the cockpit, ignoring your annoyed murmurs as he sits down and pulls you onto his lap.

You squirm around and try to get up but Din’s hold on your waist tightens and he slides you against his beskar until you fall into his chest. He says nothing as you push away and try to maneuver yourself so your legs aren’t wide open. He chuckles lowly when he sees how much you’re struggling, finally allowing you to put some space between the two of you. You rest your back against the controls board and take a few deep breaths before you stare at him.

“Can you please let me go?” You ask patiently, and hope he sees how genuine and serious you’re being. When he sits back but keeps his hold on you, you know he isn’t going to make this easy.

“Why?”

“Because I- I need to take care of something,” you look away when you respond and Din feels his cock twitch in his pants at the sudden shyness taking over.

“How about you let me take care of you?” He takes his gloves off and throws them aside, smiling to himself when he sees you shiver as he moves his hands up and down your body. You watch him like a hawk and you feel yourself growing wet for a moment, but you realize this reaction is the last thing you want to experience in his presence right now.

“Wait Din- just...it’s not like that.” You bite your lower lip and stifle a moan when he cups your tits and softly flicks at your hardened nipples.

“No? And yet here you are melting at my touch...your body knows me mesh’la, it’s blooming for me and I’ve barely touched you. Sweet girl, don’t you want me to make you feel good? I’ve been thinking about you all day long, about kissing you until you’re breathless...and biting you until you have my mark everywhere. Don’t you want me to show you just how much I’ve missed you?” Din knows he’s not being fair but the way your eyes are glowing with lust is enough to ground him so he could carry out his plan.

“I- I do...fuck, Din- I really do. I barely think of anything else...but I really need to-” You shut your eyes and groan as soon as you feel Din’s hand descend down your chest and rest on your lower stomach. He supports your back as he slowly begins to push against your navel, watching with fascination as your face contorts from pain and pleasure the harder he pushes on your muscles. You’re not sure what’s happening for a few seconds until you manage to open your eyes and look at him. His visor prevents you from seeing what he’s thinking but none of it matters when you feel him shift underneath you before he eases up. You sigh in relief but Din repeats his actions, only this time, he’s becoming a little more aggressive with his touches.

"N-no wait please I-"

"What's the matter mesh'la? You're usually fucking me like a loth-cat in heat by now, begging for me to have my way with you...take what I want until you feel properly fucked and filled with my cum." Din leans forward, never once easing up as he begins to move you over his beskar-clad thigh. There’s not much you can do due to the cuffs and how much advantage Din has over you in terms of muscle and size so you do the only thing that’s left.

You beg.

"Please, please Din I- I just...I need to-" It takes every ounce of control not to let go of your body’s function and you realize you’re not making much sense when Din cuts you off again and asks you what you want.

"Need to what? Go on sweet girl, tell me. What do you need?" His motions become more rough as he alternates between shoving his hand against your bladder and moving your clothed heat across his thigh. Din wants nothing more than to push you to the floor and fuck you until you can’t remember anything but him, but he tries his best to keep himself in check until he gets what he wants.

"I'll do anything Din just...need the- the refresher. I'm so- so...maker, please wait-" The controls dig into your back the more you lay on them but you can’t find it in yourself to care because a different kind of pain shoots down your spine when Din brings you closer to him and hikes your shirt up. His palms are warm against your skin and you hate how good they feel because this was not how you saw the day going with him.

"You know the safeword. Say it if you want me to let you go and I will." His tone shifts and you throw all caution aside as you confess to him why you need to leave.

"Din please...I really need to pee. I- I'll come back right away but I- oh it's too much, t-too much." You think he’s going to apologize and let you go when you tell him but all your admission does is cause him to momentarily stop before he wraps his arms around you and stands up. He’s pushing you up against the wall, not caring for what you just said to him or how rough he’s being as he nudges his leg in between your thighs and resumes his antics from before.

"I know."

The curt response washes over you like ice and your eyes begin to water as soon as Din takes off his helmet and you see him smiling down at you. You don’t know that you’re shaking in his arms but he leans down and nuzzles into the crook of your neck to commit the moment to memory. He loves the effect he’s having on you and although a small part of him feels bad, he doesn’t bother or care to hold back as he brings himself flush against you, the action causing his beskar to push deeper against your navel and have his desired effect.

"Din?" He thinks your whimpers might make him cum right then and there but he takes a deep breath before he pulls away and looks down at you. He’s sure that his eyes don’t convey an ounce of guilt at the moment, the opposite actually, and it only brightens his smile as he pulls down your tank top strap far enough to give him access to the top of your breasts. Din moves closer to you and lays lazy kisses across your heated skin, all the while attempting to grab your attention so he could tell you what he wanted.

"Why do you think I kept handing you water all day ner ka'rta?"

"W-wha-?" Your sniffles pull at his heart but he knows that you’re not in any physical danger and that all you need to do is whisper your safeword and he’d let you go. When a tear drop trails down your chin and hits his forehead, Din has to pull away to take a better look at you. He hates how much he loves the way you’re looking at him right now, like he’s simultaneously a villain and a savior to your predicament.

"And who do you think locked the refresher? Sweet girl… I thought you were smarter than that." Your surprised gasp adds more to the innocence he’s seeing in you and it’s the last straw before he holds onto your waist and begins to move you across his thigh again.

"You what?"

“Go on pretty, I know how much you’re trying to hold it in. ‘m not letting you go any time soon,” Din talks down at you and if you weren’t trying to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself in front of him, you’d think it was the sexiest tone he’s had with you yet. But it’s getting more difficult to control your bladder and even though you get the sense that he will probably win in the end, you still try to hold off as much as possible.

“Look at you trying so hard...prettiest fucking sight in the galaxy. And do you know what makes it even better? I can smell how much you want me...this tight, wet cunt is begging for my cock. You can have me sweetheart, you can have me right now if you want. But you know what you have to do.” You’re shaking in his arms and plead pathetically when he applies more pressure on your navel. You try to ask him why again but you can’t find the words and resume moaning his name as he uses you.

And that’s what he’s doing. He’s using you. Like he owns you. Like he has the right to control every muscle in your body. You’re not sure what it is that made him act like this all of a sudden and you know it ultimately doesn’t matter because like he said, he won’t be stopping any time soon. It’s just strange that he wants this. He wants you to embarrass yourself. He’s practically helping your body let loose so you could wet yourself. You try to convince yourself that nothing about this should be turning you on, but the way his eyes are hazed with lust and desperation makes you reevaluate your thoughts and you manage to look up at him as he begins to speak again.

“It’s okay mesh’la, you can let go. Let go, now! Make a mess sweetheart. Make a mess of me, I won’t fuck you till you ruin my beskar and make this ship dirty. Go on. Or do you want me to help you again?” Din isn’t sure what’s come over him but he doesn’t hold back anymore, slipping his hand underneath your pants and pushing hard on your bladder until he feels your thighs squeeze around him.

“D-din fuck...oh- my...maker I- I can’t-” You throw your head back as you fist your hands into his cowl, holding on to that last bit of self control before you’re no longer able to. As he lifts his hand and pushes again, the thread breaks and tears slowly roll down your cheeks as you frown up at Din when your bladder gives out. Din looks into your eyes one last time before his attention moves south and his jaw clenches tightly when he notices the material of your pants grow darker the more you relieve yourself.

He doesn’t bother to stop, continuing to apply pressure on your lower stomach as a day’s worth of water floods down your legs and onto his beskar. He watches with fascination as his pants grow wet as well before he hears the faint sound of droplets falling onto his ship. You follow his line of sight and whimper in embarrassment when you notice just how big of a mess you made. There’s a small puddle forming where the two of you are standing and your nervousness only grows when you see how wet Din’s pants are.

When there’s nothing left and your shaking subsides a little, Din removes his hand from you and returns it to your waist, squeezing the skin he has access to so he wouldn’t strip you and fuck you in the middle of your mess. Every time he moves his foot, he can hear the soft splashing sound of the puddle underneath him and it only makes him harder. When he finally looks at you, he’s met with the most vulnerable expression he’s ever seen on you and although he wants nothing more than to kiss you and apologize, he allows himself to go just a little further until he sees you’re no longer able to put up with him.

“D-din...you- you made me, I-”

“Oh sweet girl, I made you do nothing.” The look of shock on your face is worth the hassle and he watches as you pout your lower lip before more tears leave your gorgeous eyes.

“You’re just a filthy girl, wetting yourself in the middle of my ship and not caring how dirty you’ve become...you really couldn’t hold it in cyar’ika? Look at this, look at the mess you made of my armor. You know how valuable beskar is and yet you pissed all over it. And my ship!? Didn’t we just clean this ship pretty?” Din could feel you melting into him with every word that passes through his lips and when you look away from him, his smile falls and he quickly grabs your neck, turning it straightforward so he could look into your eyes.

“No, you don’t get to look away from me when you’ve just pissed all over yourself and me. Maybe I should change your name, call you ad’ika from now on.” He has to hold back from smiling when he sees the moment you recognize the word. He’s only ever used that word whenever he talked with Grogu and you knew exactly why he was bringing it up now. “You’re my little girl aren’t you? My filthy, pretty little ad’ika who can’t fucking control herself and marked me up like she has the right...like she owns me.” Din watches as your expression softens a bit at his last admission and he trails his gaze down your nose until he is only focusing on your lips.

You can’t help but also stare at his lips and Din uses the brief moment of distraction to unbutton your pants and slip his hand into your panties, humming in approval when he feels the wet fabric scratch deliciously at his knuckles. You gasp when you feel his fingers softly rubbing your slit and as you look into his dark brown eyes, Din slips two fingers into your wet cunt and stops.

“Fuck, you’re so wet ad’ika, so warm and wet and ready for me.” He nudges his fingers deeper into he finds the spot that makes you see stars. You know immediately what he wants to do and reach for his arms as he grows closer to you. When they begin to get in the way, Din takes hold of the cuffs and raises them high above your head until the cuffs are glued to the wall. He can’t stop from smiling down at you, all stretched out and ready to be thoroughly fucked. But he doesn’t give in just yet.

“Din it’s...you’ll get dirty. I- I don’t want you to-”

“I don’t fucking care,” he growls as he leans down and bites shoulder again, moaning against your skin when he feels your cunt clench around him. “That’s it, open up for me...let me make you feel good. I- I want you to scream my name sweetheart, scream my name as you make a mess of me. Please...I need it, need- maker...need you to drench me again.” His words twist something inside of you and you lean back as he moves his thick fingers in and out of you until you feel that familiar pressure all over again.

“Oh Din...your fingers f-feel so- so good.”

“That’s right ad’ika, only I get to touch you. Only I get to watch you come undone...only I get to wear your scent, your beautiful fucking wet scent. I- I won’t wash this armor sweet girl, not when you’ve marked it...marked me, this much. Go on, be a good girl and make a mess of me. Let me walk around with the smell of you etched on my fucking beskar.” You whimper at the filthy whispers Din breathes against you and just as you’re about to come, Din grabs your pants along with your damp panties and pushes them as far down as he could. You bite into your lower lip as he tries to push his digits deeper into you, and when you finally manage to turn and look at him, you hold your breath as you see the way he’s looking at you, into you.

“Cum for me. Now.”

The quiet order, along with the pace of his touches, breaks you and you force yourself to not shut your eyes as your pussy throbs around his fingers, a wave of euphoria washing over you so swiftly you think you’ll faint. Din momentarily turns his attention to your heat once again and he hisses when he feels you coming on his hand just as you squirt on his beskar and the floor of the ship. You’re unable to form a coherent sentence as Din refuses to slow down and your eyes water again when the hold he has on your waist becomes more painful than before.

“Maker...you’re perfect.” Din kisses your neck as he finally decides to slow down but the way he continues to rub your clit with his palm does little to calm your nerves and you don’t realize how much you’re shaking until everything quiets down and all that you can hear is the sound of Din’s heavy breathing and your own heaving and sniffling. You wince when he fully removes his hand from you and helps you out of your pants and shoes. He takes a step back and groans when he sees how spent and ruined you look as you stand on your tiptoes and try to calm down.

As you try to catch your breath, Din unlocks both cuffs and throws them aside, reaching down and grabbing your ass so he could support your weight against him. You jump on instinct and moan when you feel the cold beskar against your skin as Din grinds into your soaked heat. He doesn’t waste another moment, diving in and claiming your lips until he could feel your teeth nipping at his tongue. He makes sure he has a good grip on you before he moves to the refresher and as soon as the two of you are standing in front of it, he pushes a code into the pad and unlocks the door. You pull away for a moment to look into his eyes, the silence of your gaze knocking the breath out of him as you hide into his neck. It takes but a second for Din to realize that he shouldn’t try to push your limits any further for the night.

His touches grow softer as he carefully sets you down on the floor of the refresher. Din can see you’re shivering from the cold room and makes quick work of his clothes and armor, choosing to leave his boxer briefs on so you wouldn’t think of anything else. He leans down and taps twice on your shoulders so you could raise them above your head. As you do, you look everywhere else but him and the gesture is a little too raw for Din because as he strips you down to nothing, he’s leaning down and kissing your forehead until he feels you relax in his arms.

When he’s satisfied with your slowing heart rate, he stands up and turns on the water, making sure to stand in front of you and block you from the cold water until it turns warm. Even though he doesn’t particularly enjoy it, he turns the hot water just a little further, knowing how much you preferred it when it struck your skin.

Grabbing the bar of soap you bought from the last hunt, Din sits down and rests his back against the cold metal of the wall before pulling you towards him.

“Come to me mesh’la.” His voice is much more controlled and mellow than minutes before and you melt back into him as soon as his skin comes into contact with yours. You rest your back against his shoulder and sigh heavily when his hands begin to massage your arms. The scent of flowers hits your nostrils in seconds, making you relax even more as the soap washes away any trace of what you and Din had just done.

Din kisses your shoulder and neck as he rubs the soap on your chest and stomach, keeping his touches as appropriate as possible to distract himself from the hardening issue he was struggling with. Although he prefers you all sweaty and dirty, he makes sure to wash every inch of you, knowing that you probably needed to feel clean after...after what he’s done.

He pushes your back until you’re leaning forward far enough for him to wash your back as well. His breath hitches when he sees evidence of his touches on your skin from previous nights. Some of them have turned a light blue color while others were still purple.

Fuck. He didn’t know his grip was this harsh. He was a little guilty for bruising your skin, your lovely, beautiful, gorgeous skin. But the more he saw as he rubbed the soap over your back, the more pride he felt in his chest at the knowledge that he was the only one allowed to mark you.

“D-din…” You moan his name when he pulls you back into his chest and you feel his hands descend lower to wash your thighs. You think that he’s going to touch you where you ache for him but when he focuses on your thighs, you realize that he wasn’t going to go anywhere near your throbbing cunt.

“I’m here sweet girl, let me take care of you.” His whispers are laced with promises and affection and you’re not sure what to make of it. He’s never been this intense, this touch-starved, even this controlling. There’s something about the events of the night that tug at your heart and you wish you could ask him what has changed all of a sudden. But you don’t, instead repeating his words from earlier over and over again as he continues to wash you.

He told you, although indirectly, that you had the right to...to mark him, to own him. He begged you to drench him so everyone would know that he’s yours. That you’re his.

“Din please,” overcome with emotions, you slap the bar of soap away from him and use his surprise to your advantage, quickly turning around and holding onto his broad shoulders as you straddled his thighs.

“Ner ka'rta, we don’t have t-” Din keeps his hands to himself as he feels you rub yourself on his clothed cock. You instantly cut him off, molding your lips with his in a bruising kiss until his arms wrapped around your back. When you knew you had him, you pulled away and laid kisses across his handsome features. He was a moaning mess in no time and when you took hold of his chin and pushed it back, Din felt like he was travelling through the stars, the rough nips you were leaving across the jugular of his neck making him notice just how needy you were.

The hot water cascaded down your back as you assaulted Din’s skin and when you felt him grab your waist and begin to move you across of him, you knew he wasn’t going to deny you from what you wanted. Needed. Craved.

“I need you...now, please Din. I need to feel you inside me.”

“But-”

“Please? Oh maker, I- you said...you said you’d give me your cock if I wanted. And I do. I want you, I want your cock. I- you promised. I- I’ll do anything.” The sound of your desperate pleas sends a shiver down his spine and Din nods frantically just before you pull him out of his briefs.

“You- you’ve done enough for me cyar’ika. So so much. And I- I...oh-” Din throws his head back and shuts his eyes as soon as you lower yourself on his hard cock. He thinks he’s going to cum right then and there, but then you’re moving on top of him and squeezing him so tightly and he realizes that he needed to feel more of you. You cry out his name over and over again as he twitches against your tight walls, and when his eyes snap wide open and look at you, you can’t help but lean forward and bite into his shoulder to keep some semblance of control.

“S-sweet girl...lovely girl, tell me you’re mine.”

The short request causes you to falter in your pace but Din decides to take over again, wrapping his arms around you as he begins to move you on top of him.

“I- I’m yours Din, I’m yours. No one else can fuck me like you, n-no one can kiss me and touch me and take care of me like you...gods, you’re amazing. And you’re mine,” Din groans when he hears the last of your words and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck as you continue to whisper sweet things to him.

“You hear that Din...you’re mine. You- you belong to me, you touch only me...you, oh maker, you fuck only me. This cunt is yours baby and your cock was made for it. Made for me. You l-love only me. Right Din? P-please I’m...already so close. Tell me Din because you know...know that I love you. I love you. No one else. J-just you-”

Din is sure he might be suffocating you with how hard he’s hugging you right now but he doesn’t seem to notice because all he can hear is your declarations of love and commitment. Neither of you have ever come close to being this intimate but his earlier actions apparently unlocked something in the two of you.

You loved him. Even though he could be kinder, and was definitely too broken. You still loved him.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. P-pfassk...I love you mesh’la. Only you...always you.” Din comes with a cry when he feels your nails digging into his back and he growls as his cock throbs inside you until he’s filled you with his cum. But he doesn’t stop, instead maintaining his pace just to see you fall apart one last time. It’s all too much and not enough, and he’s already oversensitive from coming but he has only himself to blame considering how much he edged himself the entire day. When he hears your gasps turn quieter, he knows you’re close and slithers his hand between your bodies to flick your clit. You moan into his shoulder as you quickly peak one last time, the touch of his fingers reminding you of what he’s done earlier and in a matter of seconds, you’re clenching around him so hard to the point where you’re not sure if you’re experiencing pain or pleasure.

Neither of you say anything as you slowly return to yourselves. When Din moves to try and turn the water off, you accidentally dig your nails deeper into his shoulder and make him hiss.

“S-sorry.” The small apology does something to Din and he decides that he needs to do this now and not when the two of you are in his cot. Twisting his hand into your hair, Din pulls it back until you’re forced to look at him. You stare at each other for what feels like hours before you lean forward and kiss him. It’s much slower and kinder than the earlier kisses and you smile when Din unintentionally thrusts into you. He pulls away and returns your expression when he sees how genuine it is.

“I think I should be the one apologizing ad’ika.”

You know what he’s referring to and you think that perhaps he’s beginning to feel more guilt at what he’s done but you brush it aside with a joke so he knew there was nothing of concern.

“Not sure what you’re talking about Din,” you leave a quick peck on his nose as you rest your cheek on his chest and hug him tightly. He recognizes what you’re doing right away and decides to not fight you, instead maneuvering you off of him to shut the water off. You try to stand but your legs give out immediately. Forutrantly for you, Din is there to catch you and he ignores your complaints as he carries you out of the refresher and into his room. You watch as he brings two towels and proceeds to dry you off, handing you the other one to dry your hair. You giggle when he almost stubs his toe as he comes back with a set of new clothes.

Din ignores your comments when you ask him why he was handing you one of his long sleeve shirts instead of your own, quickly putting on a pair of boxers before throwing the towels back into the refresher. When he comes back, you’re already comfortable and warm in his bed, the sight of you sniffing his pillows causing him to think of a multitude of thoughts. He brushes them all aside when you make room for him and ask him to come to you.

As he slithers underneath the covers, you waste no time and move closer to him until you’re sure you’re touching every inch of his skin.

“Are you okay mesh’la?” Although you know what he’s referring to by that question, you don’t bring up the topic, instead nuzzling into his chest. The sigh of content you hear tells you that he’s not overthinking what happened too much, and it signals for you to do the same because even though you never expected the day’s events, you can’t help but admit to yourself that one thing which you know Din will bring up when the two of you have properly rested.

As strange and sudden as it was, Din’s treatment of you turned you on.

Translations:

Mesh'la - beautiful

Cyar'ika - beloved

Ad'ika - little one

Ner ka'rta - my heart or my soul

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

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Home - Pt 2

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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Reader

Summary: After Y/N finally gets out hiding, it's time to sit down with Kaz and talk through whatever it is that's going on between them.

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Brief talk of Jordie and Kaz's trauma and touch aversion

A/N: Wow this ended up being longer than I intended! I'm so sorry it's taken so long, I was focused on The Bastard's Shadow and Affluenza pts1 + 2, and then I started picking up more shifts at work and got writers block at the same time. I really hope you like how it turned out!! ❤❤

Pt1 here

After the very enlightening visit from Kaz, the days seemed to drag on even slower than before. The next two months went by in a crawl, and no matter how much you buried yourself in work you couldn’t distract from the longing you felt to get out of your apartment.

When your messenger came to deliver the news that your pursuers were willing to come to a truce you had been so happy that you’d gone straight to pour yourself a glass of whisky to celebrate. From then, you counted down the days until the meeting that you set up, the result of which should mean that you were free to roam the city again.

Inej had shown you how to get out of the window and onto the roof months ago. It was your escape route in case of an emergency, but you had used it every now and then just to sit on the roof and enjoy a taste of the outside world. That night, you had climbed out with intention and dressed in your finest coat.

You travelled over the rooftops towards the Government district, where your meeting had been arranged to take place near the Stadhall. The presence of the stadwatch would serve to protect you in case the deal went south.

You had been jittery with a mix of anxiety and excitement when you descended to street level and wended your way through the streets to find three men waiting for you at the Stadhall, all of them tall, broad and commanding. Barrel businessmen that you had crossed one too many times, and no doubt they had been angered that forcing you into hiding hadn’t put a stop to your business.

You were too smart to have not found a way around it; you had to be to run the business that you did. You owned three boarding houses and two bars in the Barrel and two ships that brought in imports from Ravka and Novyi Zem, a squaller as a permanent fixture on the crew of each to whom you paid a fair salary. You’d had Kaz put them under the protection of the Dregs to keep them safe from slavers. On top of all of that, you used your contacts in Ravka, Novyi Zem and other parts of Kerch to help get kids out of the Barrel and into honest work elsewhere. You might operate from the criminal underbelly of Ketterdam, but you made a mostly honest living.

The meeting took longer than you had anticipated. The three men were eager to negotiate territories that you couldn’t conduct business in and items that they didn’t want you to import because it was cutting into their own business. You held firm, you knew what was fair and you would be damned if you let anyone bully you into submission.

In the end, you essentially just agreed not to get in their way, which was easy enough to do. You wouldn’t actively compete with them in the sale of imported goods, and you wouldn’t try to convince any of the lads that they used as runners and grunts to get out of the Barrel. As long as you kept your distance from them you’d be fine, since they were clearly tired of chasing after you.

“Alright then, the deal is the deal.” You said, holding out your hand. All three shook hands with you in turn, echoing the phrase as was customary. When the man in the middle – clearly the leader and the last to shake with you – took your hand, you tightened your grip and leaned forward. “If you try to cheat me after this deal, you will have Dirtyhands to answer to.” You said lowly. He tried not to show his reaction but the fear in his eyes betrayed him, and you released his hand. It wasn’t often that you involved Kaz and his reputation in your affairs, but sometimes it paid to be friends with the most ruthless man in Ketterdam.

You left the meeting with your head held high and took a gondel back to the Barrel. You were approached by a few people who stayed in one of your boarding houses or drank in one of your bars on your walk to the Crow Club, telling you that they had been curious or worried about having not seen you around for so long. You didn’t engage in any conversation beyond polite acknowledgment, too eager to get to the Crow Club.

Inej was the only one that knew that you were getting out tonight. You had told her when she had come to deliver your food for the week and she had promised to try and keep everyone corralled at the Crow Club so that you could make a big entrance, but the later it got the less likely it was that she could keep them all there without raising suspicion.

You practically ran down the last street towards the Crow Club, bursting through the open door and searching the crowd for your friends. Jesper caught sight of you at the same moment that you spotted them all at the bar, and you saw his jaw drop in shock. A huge grin spread on your face as he set his drink down, his sudden change in demeanor getting the attention of the rest of the group and causing them to turn to follow his gaze.

“Y/N?” Jesper called, prompting you into as much of a sprint as you could manage across the crowded floor of the gambling hall. You vaulted yourself into him, wrapping your arms tightly around his lanky frame. “You’re back! How?” He exclaimed, and you laughed as you felt him hug you back and sweep you off of your feet.

“I had a meeting to call a truce. As of tonight I am a free person!”

“We missed you so much!” Nina grinned, prying Jesper’s arms off of you so that she could pull into a hug herself. “Why didn’t you tell us that you were finally coming out of hiding?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You grinned, pulling away so that you could move to hug Wylan next. “I missed you guys so much too, you have no idea.” You caught sight of Kaz over Wylan’s shoulder, his eyes wide as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. You pointed your smile at him and his lips twitched upwards before he cooled his expression and gave you a simple nod.

Your reunion was spirited to say the least, even Matthias couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you were back. You made them tell you about all of the most significant things that you had missed in the year that you had been trapped inside and update you on any power shifts between the Barrel gangs. Jesper wouldn’t shut up, Wylan was excited to tell you about all of the new explosives and weapons that he had developed, and Nina was making a list of places that she wanted to get lunch together to make up for lost time. It felt amazing to be with them all again.

“Okay! I want to play a few hands of Three Man Bramble before I go.” You announced, pushing your glass away from you after downing the last of its contents.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Jesper grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulder and guiding you to a table.

It seemed apt that fortune seemed to be in your favour, winning so consistently that you continued to play even though you knew that you shouldn’t. It felt like every time that you looked up from the table you caught Kaz watching you, and his unashamed gaze made your heart flutter.

After a while you saw him give a slight nod towards the door, an action that meant that it was time to go, and you tucked you lip between you teeth as you gave a subtle nod back and turned your attention back to your cards.

“Unbelievable!” Jesper exclaimed upon seeing that you had won again. “I guess you’re catching up on a year’s worth of luck.”

“Perhaps, but I’m going to quit while I’m ahead.” You smiled, gathering up your winnings. “I need to go and breathe some more fresh air.” You pocketed half of your winnings and pushed the other half around the table to Jesper. “Not too much fun.”

“There’s no such thing as too much fun.” He beamed and pulled you to him so that he could plant a kiss on your cheek. “Good to have you back, Y/N.”

“Good to be back, Jes.” You winked before bounding back to the bar to say goodbye to the rest of your friends. Kaz had already disappeared, no doubt in an attempt to avoid drawing attention to the fact that you were leaving together.

“We’re going to get waffles tomorrow. I will break your door down if I have to.” Nina asserted, practically crushing your ribs in a hug. “Inej, you’re coming too.”

“What about me?” Wylan pouted, and you laughed.

“Everyone’s invited.” You replied, holding his face and turning it towards you so that you could press a soft kiss on his forehead before pulling him in for a hug. “I just got out, I want to spend time with you all!”

You kept your hug with Inej pretty short, considerate of the bad feelings that too much contact could stir up in her, and even managed to coax a hug from Matthias before you headed out. Kaz was waiting not far from the entrance and you smiled as you quickly made your way towards him

“Hey.” You chirped.

“You wanted it to be a surprise, huh?” He questioned, starting towards the Slat. You chuckled.

“I know you’re not a big fan of surprises, Kaz, but I thought this might be a fun one. Why? Were you offended that I told Inej and not you?”

“Did you have anyone go with you to your meeting?”

“No, I didn’t need any backup.”

“Things could have gone badly, and you didn’t tell anyone about it.”

“Well things didn’t go badly.” You rebutted. “I’m here, I’m fine, and I surprised you all.”

“You shouldn’t put yourself in danger like that.” Kaz said flatly, ignoring your point, and you groaned loudly at his stubbornness.

“If it makes you feel better, I made sure to drop your name in to intimidate them. But I can handle my own business.”

You hopped along the cobblestones playfully, irrationally happy to be back out on the filthy and foul smelling streets of the Barrel, but even the stink couldn’t dampen your joy at finally being free. You were sure that you and Kaz probably looked like a bizarre pair walking together now, him with his stoic exterior and identifying limp next to your childlike joy, though you had taken after him fashion wise with your smart attire and well-fitted, black coat.

Walking back to the Slat with Kaz took you in the opposite direction to your home – now that you were out of hiding you could finally return to where you actually lived in a house on the boundary of East Stave and the Zelver District – but you wanted to talk to Kaz, and he wouldn’t have asked you to leave with him if he didn’t want to talk to you too. Nevertheless, you continued the rest of the walk in silence.

When you got to the Slat, Kaz continued straight up to his room while you lingered on the ground floor to say hello to some of the Dregs that you were more friendly with. The noise of the Slat was unfamiliar to you after so long, but you had kind of missed the rowdiness of it.

You followed upstairs shortly after. Kaz had left his door ajar for you and you could see him sat at his desk through the opening.

“Shut the door behind you.” He said as you slipped inside, and you heard the door click as you push it shut after yourself.

“You wanna talk to me?” You questioned, walking over to lean on the side of the desk casually. “Or did you just want some time to look at my gorgeous face?” He did look up at you then, his eyes darting around to take in the entirety of your face, and you felt your heart flutter.

“How did your meeting go? What deals did you make?” He asked. You sighed. It wasn’t new that Kaz was asking about your business, he liked to know about what you were doing the same way that he liked to know about literally everything else, but you had hoped that this conversation would be a little less mundane than that. You had hoped that he might express an iota of joy that you were back.

“I can’t dock my ships in 3rd Harbour anymore.” You shrugged. “So I’ll stick to 2nd for imports going into the morning market, mostly 5th for everything else. There’s a few streets that I need to keep my business off of, and obviously I can’t try and undermine their operations anymore. That doesn’t mean that I won’t, it just means that I’ll be smarter about not getting caught.”

“And what do you get from them?”

“They leave me alone. I don’t need more than that. I mean, their terms are hardly going to impede my business anyway.”

“And your insurance?”

“You.” You smiled sweetly. “Very few people are bold enough to cross someone that has Kaz Brekker on side.”

“I thought you prided yourself on running an honest business.”

“I do. My association with you doesn’t make my business any less legit. I’m more honest than most of the Merchant Council anyway.”

“That’s fair.” He conceded with a slight nod.

Kaz had visited you a few times since the night that you had both let on about how much you cared about each other, but you hadn’t talked about it. It felt like the tension between you had been building and building like an elastic band ready to snap. It was driving you crazy.

“Anything else that you want to talk about?” You hinted. Kaz let out a long breath, his eyes sliding away from you for a moment. You could tell that he wanted to talk about it but he was struggling to get it out. “Because you haven’t told me that you’re glad I’m back yet.”

“I am glad that you’re back.” He affirmed, then he took a hard swallow. “We all missed you.” You smiled brightly at that.

You could hear the crows moving around on the half-roof outside of Kaz’s window and crossed the room to perch on the windowsill. There hadn’t been anywhere for the birds to land in the apartment that you had been cooped up in.

“Can I stay here for a while? I don’t want to be alone again just yet.” You said softly, tucking one knee up against your chest as you watched the birds through the glass.

“Sure.” Kaz answered.

You sat in silence for a while after that, which wasn’t unusual for you two. Before you had gone into hiding, you had spent many evenings with Kaz in his office just like this. Tonight felt different though. Something had opened between the two of you and now you couldn’t close it. The feeling permeated every corner of the room until you felt like you might explode if you didn’t break this silence, but, to your surprise, Kaz spoke first.

“I’ve been thinking about that day that I saw you outside the Crow Club.”

“Why?” You asked, blinking in surprise. Kaz was still facing forward at his desk, back turned to you, but his pen had stilled over the page.

“I watched you for a while, deciding whether to chase you off or recruit you for the Dregs.” He continued, ignoring your question. You were used to that too. “You were good at pickpocketing – you could spot a good mark, distracted them by pretending to beg for pennies – but you stayed in one place for too long.”

“I know, you told me at the time.” You smiled amusedly.

“I was just planning on telling you exactly that, but after I got your attention and you looked at me I knew that I had seen you before. It was in your eyes.” He turned around to look at you then, his gaze finding yours immediately. “Your eyes never changed.”

Kaz’s eyes had. Maybe that was why you hadn’t recognised him. Kaz Rietveld had eyes full of wonder and warmth, that were curious about everything and shone when he was happy. Kaz Brekker's eyes were cold, they held secrets. The curiosity had become analytical, and the shine had turned into a devious glint. Kaz Rietveld didn’t exist anymore, the R tattoo on Kaz’s bicep was the only relic of him, and you were the only one left to remember him.

“Crows remember the faces of those that are kind.” He finished softly.

“And that’s why you took me in? Because I was kind?”

“Because we were friends. We are friends.”

“Just friends?” You murmured, a challenge in your eyes. It wasn’t a provoking challenge, more of an encouraging one. You wanted to know where he stood and you wanted him to be able to tell you. He was silent for a long stretch.

“Would we ever be able to be more?” He asked. You knew what he meant. Kaz had built up so many walls that he didn’t know how to let down, and he knew that about himself. It was how he had survived, but it was a way of being that wasn’t very conducive to relationships. He didn’t think that he could do it.

“That depends on you.” You answered with a soft smile. “Because I’m not looking anywhere else.” Kaz swallowed and looked away quickly, but you swore that you had seen a hint of a blush in his cheeks.

A knock came at the door, and you cursed whoever was on the other side in your head.

“What is it?” Kaz called.

“There’s a man downstairs says he has a job for you.” Specht’s voice came through the wood. “Won’t talk to no one else but you.”

“I’ll be down in a minute.” Kaz replied, then muttered something under his breath bitterly. You heard the creak of Specht's retreating footsteps and Kaz turned to you. “Will you wait until I get back?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

You watched Kaz leave the room and let out a long sigh once the door had closed behind him. You were finally talking about whatever it was that was between the two of you and you just had to get interrupted.

You shed your coat, dropping it lazily on the floor next to you, and rolled up your shirt sleeves. Despite the pressure put on you from some members of the Dregs, you had never gotten the crow and cup tattoo on your forearm. You had known from the start that you didn’t want to belong to the gang, no matter how thankful you were for the help that Kaz had given you.

When you had realised who it really was that had approached you that night outside the Crow Club, you had been shocked. He knew your name when he spoke to you, though he had seemed unsure of it, and you had furrowed your brow and asked if you knew him.

“It’s Kaz.” He had said, and you had blinked.

“Kaz Rietveld?” You had whispered in disbelief. His jaw had clenched, his shoulders stiffened.

“That’s not my name anymore.” He snapped. “It’s Kaz Brekker now.”

When you asked him why he had changed his name he had simply told you that it was easier that way. When you asked him about why he was in Ketterdam he had answered that his father had died and they had sold the farm. When you asked about Jodie he didn’t answer.

He had walked you to the Slat, told you not to talk to anyone, and brought you up to this very room. You had trusted him enough to follow. Despite his proud presence in the Barrel, despite the fact that he was walking you into the den of a gang, despite the fact that he was almost unrecognisable from the Kaz that you knew as a child, you had trusted him. And in the years that followed, he had never broken that trust.

He had helped you pay for the first boarding house that you purchased, come with you to the bank when you took out the loan to buy your first ship, had come to the harbour to see you off the first time that you had gone to Ravka.

Kaz had once reminded you of something from your childhood while around the other Crows, and once it had slipped that you and Kaz had been friends when you were young, people were constantly asking you about what he had been like. He never told anybody anything about himself and people had been eager to find a source of information on him, but most people had quickly come to realise that you weren’t going to say anything either. Kaz had never thanked you for your discretion, but you knew that he was glad for it.

If you were honest with yourself, you had found yourself drawn to him ever since you got your first glimpse through his cold and uncaring exterior and saw his loyal and protective nature. The pull had only grown since.

Your thoughts were broken by the sound of the door opening, and you looked over to watch Kaz enter. The door clicked shut behind him and he moved to the wash basin directly across the room from the window that you were sat in, set down his cane and pulled off his gloves .

“A good job?” You asked. He shrugged.

“A job that I’ll do.” He answered and began unbuttoning his shirt. You tried not ogle as he pulled it off and picked up the washcloth from the basin, but you caught sight of a reddened stripe of raised skin across his side and furrowed your brows.

“When did that happen?”

“A few days ago.”

“How deep did it go?”

“Not too deep.”

“It doesn’t look like you stitched it up properly.”

“It’s fine.” He dismissed. You rolled your eyes and got up from the window ledge. Kaz never took proper care of himself but he was always too stubborn to admit it.

“Let me see.”

“I said it’s fine, Y/N-"

“Kaz.” You interrupted sternly, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “I said let me see.” He held your gaze for a moment before letting out a huff and raising his arm so that you could get a better view of the wound.

You kept your distance as you looked over the injury, but you could clearly see that the stitches were sloppy on the end of the gash towards his back; the side that he couldn’t reach easily himself.

“You’re keeping it clean?”

“I know how to treat a wound.” He grumbled.

“I know that you know how, that doesn’t mean that I actually trust you to do it. You didn’t even have it bandaged or anything, what if it gets infected?”

“It won’t, Y/N, stop worrying so much.”

“Well, if you’re not going to worry about yourself then somebody else has to.” You exasperated. “At least bandage it.” You didn’t wait for a reply before you crossed over to the cabinet where he kept his impressive stock of medical supplies and grabbed a roll of gauze. Kaz caught it grudgingly when you tossed it to him and set it to the side while he finished washing his torso.

“You worry too much.” He muttered.

“It’s good for you.” You smiled.

You watched him as he unrolled the gauze and wrapped it around his body, carefully laying it over the wound with pale fingers that you rarely saw. He was precise, but he couldn’t see his back and the bandage twisted as he moved it between his hands.

“It’s folded.” You told him softly, taking half a step towards him. “I can fix it... if you want.” There was a beat of silence before Kaz nodded slightly.

You moved towards him slowly and reached for him even slower, your eyes constantly flicking back to the mirror to gauge the reaction on Kaz’s face. Your fingertips barely brushed over his back as you unfolded the downturned piece of bandage and you immediately stepped away when you were done. It took no more than a few seconds, but you could hear Kaz’s short breaths and when you looked at him in the mirror you could see that he had paled.

You picked up the clean shirt that was laid on his bed and held it out to him at full arms length. His hand shook as he took it from you. He pulled it on quickly, making short work of the buttons, and pulled his gloves back on hastily.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, though you weren’t exactly sure what you were apologising for.

“It’s because of Jordie.” Kaz’s voice was hoarse when he spoke, his eyes trained on his shoes. “Why I can’t touch anyone. It’s because when he died...”

“You don’t have to tell me, Kaz.” You said softly when he trailed off. He shook his head slightly and cleared his throat, squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds.

“When Jordie died, I was sick too. It was the Queen's Lady plague. One night, I fell asleep in an alley and woke up on the Reaper's Barge.” He swallowed thickly, wringing his hands together thoughtlessly, and you could see sweat forming on his brow. “When my fever broke, I had to swim back to the harbour, and Jordie... whenever someone touches me, all I can feel is those corpses.”

Silence hung between you as you tried to find the words to respond. It was a lot of information to take in, but suddenly things made sense. Now you understood why Kaz had become the way that he was; why he was prone to shutting people out, why the light behind his eyes had dimmed.

“Kaz, I... I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s okay.” He muttered. “I have work to do. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like.” He crossed the room to sit down at his desk, his movements tense. You watched him for a minute, unsure of what to do. It felt wrong to leave him alone right now, but you didn’t know if he would want you to stay.

“I’m sailing to Novyi Zem next week.” You said. It was the first topic that you could think of. “I’d really appreciate it if you could look over the rent ledgers while I’m gone.”

“Sure.” He replied flatly. Silence again.

“Will you come with us all to get waffles tomorrow?”

“I have work to do, and Nina didn’t invite me anyway.”

“Yeah, well, the celebration is for me and I’d really like for you to be there.” You smiled slightly. “She probably didn’t invite you because she knew you’d say no.”

“Smart of her.” Kaz responded, and you let out a frustrated huff.

“Don’t do that, Kaz. Don’t shut me out.” You complained. He didn’t answer at all. You folded your arms over your chest and went to stand beside his chair. “I don’t care that you can’t touch people, it doesn’t bother me. You went through trauma and that’s not your fault. What is bothering me is that you’re choosing to stay closed off to everyone. You can’t keep your walls up forever, you’ll kill yourself trying.”

“I can’t handle it, Y/N.” He snapped, his voice low. The gravel in his voice might have intimidated you into backing off if you weren’t so adamant on getting through to him.

“You’ll never be able to handle it if you don’t start trying.” You insisted. “Maybe if you’d just admit to yourself that you care about people it wouldn’t be so hard to see that we care about you too.”

Kaz pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tightly, and released a long breath. You watched him, waiting for a response, not backing down. After a moment of silence, he glanced up at you.

“I can’t need anyone.” He said slowly. “Not after Jordie. I can’t let myself need anyone else.”

“You don’t have to need me, Kaz. You just have to want me.” You replied softly. His head snapped towards you and you actually saw his pupils dilate for the few seconds that he held your gaze before quickly turning away again. You hadn’t meant it like that, but you weren’t upset that he’d heard it that way.

“I don’t deserve you.” He muttered. You leaned against his desk, a sympathetic smile on your face even though he wasn’t looking at you.

“I’ve been around this long, I’m not going anywhere.” You promised. “There’s more to love about you than you think.”

Kaz tapped on his desk with a finger, a nervous action that he would usually suppress. Then, he took a sharp inhale and turned back to you.

“Okay.” He breathed. “I can try.” You bit down on your tongue in an attempt to suppress your grin, but you couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across your face.

“That’s all I ask.” You lilted. You stood up straight, pushing off of the desk and starting across the room to the window. You rolled your shirt sleeves down and snatched your coat up from the floor. “I’m going to head home. I expect to see you at my door promptly at eleven bells tomorrow morning, ready to get waffles.”

“Alright.” He nodded, breathing a single light laugh.

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”

“Here, Y/N, these are for you.” He said quickly, picking up and couple of envelopes from his desk and holding them up for you. “You’ll have to make sure to notify your business partners of your change in mailing address.” You chuckled, going to take the letters from him, and he gave a small smirk as he handed them over.

“Thank you.” You smiled, before turning and heading to the door. “Eleven bells, Brekker. I know you’re a punctual man.”

“I’ll be there.” He affirmed. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Kaz.” You echoed softly before stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind you, a fond smile on your lips.

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unseelie-robynx · 3 years ago

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Soo in the End Of Hope tyrant prince ending.. what does the beaten rebellion do? What are their lives like now?

!!!!!!!!! I am terrible at remembering I have things in my inbox cause I don't get the little number on the letter because tumblr is dumb so I'm sorry this is so late

So there's a few thoughts on that located here, but let's get into it.

WARNING: DARK!! also Brainwashing, Mind control, Objectification, and probably Dehumanization in here. Bad End.

Also, this ended up getting LONG so it's under the cut.

So first off are the spiders. Their fate is pretty straightforward. The Queen, as Red promised, is trapped screaming inside her own head while her body runs around being basically a public use public service robot. Anything she gets told to do, happens. Obviously not like, illegal or harmful things, no one could tell her to attack someone or rob a store (not that they would, why would anyone even think of something so horrible in the Perfect Golden City?) if someone tried she'd just like, shut down until a new order was given. But anything else if fair game. carry groceries? Clean up after someone's dog? jump up and down three times and swear to everyone she meets today that the sky is magenta? Done, done, and done.

Goliath is got as far away from the main palace as possible. He's big and strong, so it's easy to just permanently melt his brain, leave him as a manual worker who's blissfully happy all the time, and ship him off to do hard labor somewhere where Xiaotian never has to see his creepy gross spider self again. (Because while Xiaotian needs to keep the Spider Queen in the pubic eye, a 'Symbol of Triumph and his power to redeem even the worst sinners' A warning of what will happen if he catches anyone else trying to ruin his perfect city. There's a reason the celestials have backed off any tentative plans to stop him. They didn't pay attention in time, and now it's too late. And Syntax and Huntsman are kept close for other reasons, the arachnophobic boy wants to get rid of at least one of them if he can)

Wich brings up Huntsman. He went under the 'needs permission but is permanent' version of the Oblivion Track. The price for them not completely breaking Syntax's brain wide open and leaving him most likely braindead. He had to willingly let Red Son and Xiaotian back into his brain, to turn him back into the perfect little pet wife they'd been working on. And Red delighted in making Huntsman 'train' himself. Not just sit there and let them break him, but actively do it to himself. Eventually, he starts begging for more 'sessions' because the faster he loses himself, the faster it stops.

And Syntax get's to watch. Because he's a hybrid, and technically a forced hybrid, his mind is a mess and the venom in his system isn't helping. He's immune to normal versions of Oblivion, but then so is Xiaotian. He needed a special remix trained to the specific mix of human, yaoguai, and celestial that he's ended up as under the Monkey King's influence. So they knew they could make something that worked on him, it would just be time-consuming. Hence the deal Huntsman made to save Syntax. But until they get that done, his life is awful. He'd kept drugged most of the time, so that he can't try and escape or fight back. He's only ever really awake (where he's chained up, still mostly drugged, and with a constant electric current forced through his body to keep his mechanical limbs from being operable) when he's being forced to watch Huntsman's 'training'. So it ends up being almost a relief when Xiaotian comes in one day to 'test things' and Syntax feels his mind falling away from him.

Syntax also ends up 'wifeafied' as it were. Huntsman fixated on him during his 'training' and it was easier for all parties to just go along with it. Plus, Sandy is a bleeding heart so when he got the story about 'kidnapped and forcibly turned into a spider demon' and how Syntax was also his Wife's friend, he offered to take him in. (Poor Sandy has had his mind messed with to the point he just basically sees the two spiders the same way he does his cats. Like pets and Syntax is the poor stray his sweet Huntsman brought home for him to take care of) So Syntax ends up all victorian era ballgowns, because the design makes it hard to move, and he can tuck those 'unsightly disgusting you hate them, hate that they were forced on you' mechanical limbs under the folds. And the corseting makes it hard for him to breathe, constantly putting pressure on his back and the painful implant buried in his skin. Red holds a grudge.

Then there's DBK. He gets exactly what Red Son promised him. He is reunited with his Wife on Flower Fruit Mountain. And he and Princess Iron Fan then get extremely fine detail Oblivion work done on them, curtosy of Yin and Jin's calabash, which had been repurposed to trap someone in a full immersion of the music and then new memories can be programmed in for the victims subjects to live out thus perfectly replacing their old ones. (Xiaotian wants to get this right he'd screwed up with these two once before, and that was before his darling perfect Wife asked for the most perfect doting adoring Mama and Papa to have loved him growing up before handing him off to his even more perfect and wonderful Huband whom he was always meant to belong to.) Sun Wukong happily takes to the arrangement, and a little bit of Oblivion in his ears has him totally sold on the new history. 500 years sealed away? What are you talking about?

The unnamed human and random demon 'leaders' of the rebellion are, of course, 'rehabilitated'. They're all kinda braindead now, but they're so happy to be free of that horrible Spider Queen and what she was forcing them to do. They're a bit in between a warning and just getting them out of the way and making sure they can't do anything to anyone else. They serve time, of course, for their crimes, but that these days is almost exclusively community service. Out in places where they can be exposed to the thrum of Oblivion all day long, driving the changes in deeper

Most of the average members of the rebellion are grouped up and mass blasted with Oblivion and the story of how they were 'kidnapped' and 'abducted' and forced to serve the Spider Queen in her horrid plans. How none of it was of their own free will and even thinking about that time is painful so it's best to just stop thinking about it altogether and let all those memories fade away. Families are reunited there is a lot of celebrating and everyone sings the Golden Prince's (because he's more than just the Monkey Prince now, he's stepped out from under Sun Wukong's shadow) praises for defeating this last great evil in their perfect home.

And then there's Macaque. Who was both part of the rebellion and not. Their spy and informant, but not active in what was being plotted. Who, most importantly, is Sun Wukongs brother in all but blood. He now wears the Golden Circlet that graced the Monkey King's brow on the Journey. He needs it. He knows he does. His nature is dark and violent and he hates that about himself. He wants to be good. To be good and bright and kind, to be worthy of the love his brother still gives him. And someday he will be. Someday he'll stop slipping up and having those violent episodes, (Please, Wukong please! Just let me go! I won't cause problems, you'll never see me again, please), that force his brother to use it to stop him hurting himself or, worse, someone else. Someday he'll be the perfect brother, someone the Great Sage, Equaling Heaven, would be proud to have by his side.

(Macaque begged Sun Wukong not to let Xiaotian take his mind from him. That if he was going cause everything that was Macaque to be stripped away, to at least let it be by Wukong's own hand. And so the Monkey King promised. He takes exclusive control of Macaque, and his exposure to oblivion. This means he doesn't have Xiaotian's years of expertise to draw on, even if he is getting advice, and the results of that, combined with the celestial monkies all having a level of natural immunity to Oblivion, is that sometimes the programing 'slips' and the old Macaque comes out for a bit. But that's ok. Sun Wukong knows that enlightenment and change are a process. But he's going to be here the entire time, helping his brother just like SWK was once helped himself. He had the tightening sutra memorized before the Journey was even half over after all.)

#lmk #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #Tyrant Prince AU #Oblivion AU #oblivion series #dark #brainwashing #mind control #objectification #dehumanization #bad end

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mrstsung · 3 years ago

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Rules:

Plz read before interacting

💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚

I am well above being a minor. I am also not your babysitter. If you are not of age nor comfortable looking at content that is intended for 18+ audiences. You need to either leave,block me,or find another blog. Course this is a mortal kombat fanblog and self ship blog. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

Psa: I am not a babysitter. If you don't feel comfy looking at certain content. Plz do not look. I try to tag ass much as i can that my nsfw writing is for mature audiences and try to inform others that if you are not comfortable with said content, are not allowed to view said content,etc. Plz do not consume said content. You can't blame bloggers and content creators for responsibly tagging and you still consume it and then complain to them about said content when you looked when they gave you warning. But if you still insist on consuming the content. This is in your responsibility. Im not discouraging anyone fron reading smut. (We've all done it,don't lie) but you should know about safety and the consequences of going into nsfw spaces or spaces that have that available. Dont complain the rain is wet because you were stupid to go out into that storm knowing full well you'd get wet without your umbrella. Same goes with nsfw writers,content creators,and artists. Tho tumblr is hella oof when it comes to this stuff anyways. But i want y'all to know this upfront. I tag my posts accordingly to the best of my ability. And give a fair amount of warning. The rest is up to you.

I am a huuuuuuge mortal kombat fangirl. Been a fan of the games since i was but a baby gamer,been a fan of the 95 movie too. So expect me to oogle at this. I have very little people to properly talk to. Also im hella awkward but friendly.

I have my own au and mixed bag of nuts timeline. Because the main timeline is so messed up and all over the place. It feels like a rip off of the mcu. No offense. I'm oldschool with mk,so this is a way of me keeping it simple. If thats not your cup of tea thats fine too. But that's what i go by.

Plz no slander,rude comments,or creepy shit in my askbox. I will leave it open till further notice. Anons will be turned off tho. As i dont trust like that. If there is any whiff of disrespect,hate,etc. I will turn off the askbox.

I am a shang tsung simp and mostly post about him. But a few of my other faves will have honorable mentions. But this is a shang type thang goin on here.

💚heart and soul🐍 : self ship tag with shang tsung

Everything else will be tagged as normal and accordingly. I have other self ship tags as well.

I mostly write for myself,i don't really take requests. I used to in the past but it got so overwhelming. So i mostly just do stuff for me. I apologize if that sounds a tad selfish of me in this small fandom we have here. But i really feel more comfortable just doing content stuff for myself. But i will share and reblog as much as i am able to.

I have adhd,anxiety,and i get overwhelmed easy. So plz be gentle with me. This is important for you to know.

Added on. I actually do have a irl significant other. (I'm adding this just because ive had weirdos in the past be creepy to me,i forgot to mention this. My apologies. My significant other follows me on this blog too. Plus he likes some of my content as well and wants to support me too)

If you wanna see my content you will have to follow me. Tumblr has either wrongfully banished me to the void or the app is absolutely garbage. Either way. You will have to follow. I will try to get back with you asap.

That's all for now. Just the basics and important things. If you wanna know anything else just ask. Enjoy your stay 💚

#Rules #Mortal kombat #shang tsung #shang tsung mortal kombat #Read first plz #self ship #self shipping #self ship blog #mk self ship blog

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dgcatanisiri · 2 years ago

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I apologize for bringing up discourse that I legitimately am trying to not unleash yet again, but... Well, it hit my dash, I'm gonna clear things up and word vomit this out so I don't just get into fights with strangers on a subject I'm trying VERY hard to just... put behind me because I'm just spent on trying to understand how things shook out.

ON PAPER, maybe you could argue that TLJ is not sympathetic to Kylo, and sure, Rey and Kylo as a pairing did not spontaneously appear only after the second movie of the trilogy.

TLJ is still responsible for the massive spike of these things.

Let's start with the second point - that ship was certainly around as of TFA, sure. But the audience for it was... if not more restrained, then at least a little less... INTENSE. Y'know, with the big mystery of Rey's parentage, there was a legitimate concern that maybe she'd turn out to be Luke's daughter, or the secret second Solo child, something that gave her and Kylo a blood relation. So they were there, they were certainly annoying for anyone trying to not interact, but they weren't the overbearing EVERYTHING of the response.

But then TLJ made everything revolve around the two of them, doing its damnedest to shove Finn out of the picture entirely, after the previous film had been spend building up the Finn-Rey relationship. It spends all this time, emphasizing the similarities between Rey and Kylo... Which, honestly? Was also FINN'S place in the prior film, because Finn was the only one who had done anything when Snoke says "there has been an awakening." The events that made Finn defect from the First Order were actions outright ordered by Kylo himself. Finn explicitly came from nothing, given that he was a rank and file stormtrooper, given only a number, not even a name, by the First Order, while, of course, Kylo is the son of Rebellion/New Republic heroes. Kylo was trying to make Rey his counterpoint, but TFA plays FINN as such.

Likewise... Why does Rey even CARE about Kylo? Her experience with him is him kidnapping and torturing her, killing her father figure (and his actual father - I'll be back to this point late), and grievously wounding Finn, the first person she's had who would come back to her. And also leaving him for dead on Starkiller, a planet that exploded a short time later - why isn't she surprised he's even alive, let alone why does she decide to bring him back to the light?

TLJ was what gave the spotlight to the Rey and Kylo relationship, so yeah, it's fair to call that the spark that spurred on the worst of that pairing's attitude and fans.

And then to the first point... Again. On paper, sure, you can argue that the story is not sympathetic to him because of, say, that final shot of him having attained the highest point of the fascism and found it hollow and empty, cutting him off from those who offered him kindness...

But it doesn't change how the film still goes face first into what tends to be call the Satire Paradox, the inability for those being criticized by the media to understand that THEY are the punchline. Or the trope "Do Not Do This Cool Thing," of putting forward something negative, but in such framing that the things it's criticizing are actually things that are positive. This is a common concern for anything that centers on the calling out fascism, of how in exposing it and bringing it to light, those already inclined to it will take it as a recruitment film, rather than a warning - we see this with American History X, a film meant to put the spotlight on and show the dangers of hatred and neo-natsees specifically, but you know who love the imagery of American History X? The neo-natsees. Fascism is pagentry, it's about visuals and the appearance of the machine, so if you give them something that looks cool, it will be all they focus on, ignoring the message of how the fascism is bad, actually.

That's something I've been pointing out as of late in my other non-tagged Star Wars takes, that, up until Andor, a series it did not produce until 2022, Disney has tried very hard to soften the edges of Imperial fascism (an act that, genuinely, I do attribute to Disney wanting to make a buck of Imperial merch and utilizing the masked Imperials as mascot figures in their parks, rather than the more individualized and distinctive characters on the side of the heroes, as opposed to being intentionally and actively endorsing these things, but it is still a problem), and this is obvious in how the sequels are so much the story of Kylo, a fact that begins HERE. Where the film spends much time focusing on and caring about HIS inner conflict. It's what comes from having him remove and destroy his helmet - now he is not a faceless figure, we get to see his eyes and expressions as the film spends so much time building up his struggles and story, portray his inner struggles now that we can see his pensive glances and such (there's a reason the saying is that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul - actors often cite their eyes as a valuable acting tool to convey emotions).

It's played as a tragedy when he will not go with Rey and abandon the First Order. His fall is treated as something done to him and not a conscious choice on his part to turn on the organizations that his loving family built up, after having Luke Skywalker - the man who looked to Darth Vader and said "I feel the good in you, father," after years of him being the enemy - contemplate killing him simply because of what he might do.

The film threw out the established characterization of the legacy character, didn't try to connect the dots in how that changed, and tries to frame this all as the established character's fault.

That's what it comes to. NO ONE is calling out Kylo's actions and behavior as HIS responsibility. If I'm generous, the film is leaving it implicit... But unfortunately, when you leave it implicit, it also leaves the door open for the worst people to dismiss that message and try to take it in that direction of "but it looks so cool while he's doing it."

The movie is centered on trying to show Kylo wavering, uncertain, looking back towards the light after being immersed in the dark... And this is a decision that he made rather definitively in the prior film, when he MURDERED HIS FATHER. Why are we now, after the fact, spending this time questioning if maybe he can be redeemed? When the prequels had Anakin Force choke Padme, it was a sign that he had crossed the line. Why is Kylo impaling Han Solo on his lightsaber a sign that he really wants to be good?

If pressed, I would call TLJ a fine standalone film. The problem it comes down to, however, is that it was NOT meant to BE a standalone film. It was supposed to be part two of a trilogy, part eight of a saga. Rather than build on the elements established in the prior film, TLJ wants to go off in its own direction, tripping over the elements that it can't discard from the prior film.

And any writer who goes into this situation, knowing they are writing a middle part of a story, and approaches things as "well, [thing] introduced in [prior film] doesn't fit with the story I want to tell, so I'm going to ignore it"? Yeah, I'm comfortable calling them a bad writer and their story a bad story, because you were hired to WORK with those elements, not just discard them.

#dg rants #the last jedi critical #anti the last jedi

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aerynwrites · 3 years ago

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Ooh I'm thinking about mob boss!Boba's past flames, were they just convenient flings? Did he have someone he lusted for that grew into something more? What would happen if one of his old flames suddenly showed up (at a restaurant/doing errands/idk) and said hi to him while he's with you?

You know…this is a hard one Bc I have been toying with this one idea for a while that I’ll introduce a little bit here…

So initially I had planned that Boba definitely had his fair share of flings, Bc duh…look at him?? Who wouldn’t be all over him in any room he walked into?? I could see him having a handful of people he had short sexual flings with but none of them really turned into much. And some of them still have some hard feelings about it which could come out when they run into you both in public.

Especially if they are closer to his age/older. I could see them making digs about readers age or just being too handset or making remakes about their time together etc…typical jealous ex flame things lol. But obviously Boba wouldn’t stand for this, because he feels more for you than he has for anyone in a long time. And if someone disrespects you they disrespect him.

And no one disrespects Boba.

Not even someone he has s last with. He would put them in their place and basically tell them to get lost lol.

Now…onto the idea I was toying around with. What if Boba had his share of flings before he found someone to “settle down” with? What if Boba has an ex-wife.

I feel like this could add such an interesting dynamic Bc it could go so many ways. It could go the whole jealous ex wife route OR it could go the “I found out what he really was and wanted out” route which would be so fun Bc then maybe her and reader could form a kind of weird secret acquaintance-ship where she’s trying to warn reader of what Boba really is but she’s constantly getting interrupted or stopped by coincidence?

It could also introduce some self doubt in reader by making her remember that Boba is older than she is and has had many other experiences and such that her. And it further goes to show just how little she truly knows about him…

Many many possibilities 🤔

#mob boss boba ask #mob boss!boba fett #mob boss boba

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kitsu-katsu · 5 years ago

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On kiribaku becoming canon and their evidence:

So I posted this on reddit earlier, but wanted to have it here where more KRBK shippers are, since I just ended up compiling a lot more than I thought I would.

Fair warning: A pretty big text with a compilation of kiribaku moments ahead.

We would all love kiribaku being canon, and I think it's not as much of a longshot as some may lead you to believe.

Honestly, if one of them was a girl, this would most certainly be canon, like, just in the anime we have:

Them becoming friends slowly in the background, leaving us with good development between them that is so seamless it can hit you hard once you notice how close they've become if you hadn't noticed before.

Them arriving and leaving the pool together while walking in the sunset.

They support and compliment each other (both on personality and quirks, like come on).

Kirishima can just lean on Bakugou or side hug him all the time and Bakugou lets him with no problem, which considering who we're talking about is a pretty big thing.

Kirishima can seem even more agitated than Deku about Bakugou being taken, and Deku is the one who idolized him since childhood.

The whole "It has to be you" thing and the precious hand holding (including that little scene after the rescue, where Kiri tries to grab Baku's hand again).

Kirishima bought expensive night vision googles in case they were useful for the rescue even though they had Yaomomo with them (this boy goes through extremes just to ensure his boyfriend's best friend's safety)

Kirishima is officially the one Bakugou considers an equal, and considering his conflicting inferiority and superiority complexes (making him perpetually place people as above him or beneath him) is vital information.

Kirishima is esentially Bakugou's first real friend (as Deku was considered more of an incomprehensible nuisance and his childhood troop seemed more like his followers who just put him up on a pedestal and followed what he did).

Kirishima has jumped in front of danger for Bakugou's sake quite a bit of times (including a time in the movie).

Kirishima is a central piece in Bakugou's character development.

Bakugou was the one who told Kirishima he was strong and gave him his confidence back, reminding him of what he said at the start of their friendship.

Kirishima unlocked fucking UNBREAKABLE because of Bakugou's encouragement.

Going to extra stuff:

Bakugou's favourite hobbie is hiking, and we're shown he takes Kirishima with him sometimes, thing he doesn't seem to do with other characters.

The whole festival thing, with the narrator outright assuming Bakugou must have given his coat to a pretty girl who was cold, only for it to be revealed in another picture that he gave it to Kirishima because as usual, he didn't have a shirt on.

On the movie Bakugou could have taken anyone to I-Island and took Kirishima as his plus one. They share a room. Kirishima bought suits for both of them, with the most detailed one with white roses being for Bakugou, and they decide to go to the party together.

In a BNHA Smash connected directly to the movie, Midoriya notices the white roses in Bakugou's suit and notes that they mean deep respect and "I'm the one for you", which prompts Bakugou to send an explosion his way (not to Kirishima who gave him the suit, mind you), which makes the flowers turn red (from blood), after which Mineta appears to say that red roses mean "beautiful and passionate love".

They are usually seen together in merch stuff.

There's this tumblr post talking about japanese fan's reactions to one of Horikoshi's drawings which I find at least hilarious:

https://exbrodokills.tumblr.com/post/187710597637/here-it-is

There are discussions regarding Kirishima's character sheet and the translation of him liking "tough guys" (here's a podt by aitaikimochi explaining the meaning of the translation: https://www.google.com/amp/s/aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/171127708911/amp) where even translator such as aitaikimochi have gotten into, and they have mentioned that there's a japanese stereotype of a type of gay guy who is obsessed with "manly behaviour" and usually stay away from women, prefering tough guys instead, which is interesting to say the least.

Some of the light novel episodes which show more slice of life moment feature some good kiribaku moments, with a prominent one being this one wich details their study date (it seriously seems like fan fiction, not even kidding, and this is supposed to be sort of canon):

https://www.google.com/amp/s/aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/171236111166/amp

Also there's a chapter where Kirishima tells Fatgum about Bakugou being extremely happy, and another one where they are arm wrestling between classes and they cheer for one another heavily.

(Honesly, just go through aitaikimochi's whole kiribaku tag, there are some pretty interesting things there)

Here are some analysis on their possible coding, if you guys are interested:

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1dxO6Y0yK_wxOJDmRsBYvsVWKwsH7tKc92skxJ--R1m4/edit?usp=drivesdk

(Bakugou's one link can be found at the end of that one)

And in BNHA Smash, there are quite a lot of things, and we must not forget that the whole thing still gets approved by Horikoshi before being published, some of my favourite things are:

Kirishima inviting Bakugou to spend christmas together, with the translators noting christmas in Japan to be a romantic holiday in the same panel.

In one issue, Jirou falls for Kiri and him being oblivious just leaves her for Bakugou.

Once Bakugou becomes a shoujo boy after being his with a quirk and just involuntarily talks in flirt, and in one moment Kirishima outright flirts back.

Bakugou works his ass off to repay Kirishima for the night vision googles they used in the rescue.

Kirishima is literally described as the chicken soup for Bakugou's soul!

An interesting thing I found out is that in the chapter where all of 1A minus Bakugou turn into animals, one scene originally had Kirishima (as a dog) getting jealous of Kaminari and Midoriya petting Tsuyu (as a cat - yes I know, a cat) and giving all their attention to her, however, Horikoshi himself changed that scene, noting he didn't think their character relations worked well in that scene, and made it so that the one that ended up in smash contains Kirishima (as a dog) getting jealous because Todoroki (as a koala) has climbed up Bakugou's torso and won't let go. I saw this all in a tumblr post a few months ago, which showed the original scene in a book (I think it was in italian and was translates below) but I can't currently find the link, sorry, if someone finds it, It'd be appreciated if you could reblog with said link.

And in regards to meta stuff, the show already has some LGBT characters in it, with Magne and Tiger being trans and Toga being bisexual, so it's not as much of a lost cause to hope for this as it would initially seem.

(Please kirimina shippers, don't take offence because of this, it isn't my intention to insult your ship, I simply want to analize what has been given to us, so please try to take this lightly):

We should also take into consideration Krishima's first version in the sort of "beta" for the manga (where Midoriya was Yamikumo).

His character sheet mentions he's quite the delinquent and entered UA to impress a girl. Obviously his character evolved tremendously since then, but the girl was most probably intended to be Mina's equivalent. This was later changed to him liking "tough guys"/"hard liners" and his thing with Mina became more of an "I admired your bravery and heroic spirit when in middle school even if I hardly knew you", later seeing each other and establishing more of a little friendship. However, it hasn't really moved further from there, and Kirishima has already established much stronger bonds with our favourite exploding boy. All changes in characters are made for a reason, and Horikoshi clearly changed his mind on Kirishima's motives for wanting to be a hero and his relationship with Mina.

So yeah, all in all, this ship is great, it's precious, adorable, helps both characters grow, is balanced and has good chemistry. So even if after all these things they don't become officially canon, we still have so much canon material for them in the present I'd honestly still be happy, these dorks make me smile and melt my heart, so I hope they both have good endings.

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