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Nar dralshy'a - Rogue, Chapter 24| The Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader

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Summary: After your successful escape from Moff Gideon’s cruiser, you and Din decide to take some time off. Unfortunately, you begin to have some rather... interesting dreams.

Warnings: 18+ Smut!!! Like, intense smut. Threesome (mmf), blowjob, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, multiple penetration, anal (m receiving, f receiving), voyeurism, masturbation, multiple orgasms, literally just... Sex. Some swearing too, injury detail - this is pure filth.

A/N: I have nothing to say but enjoy. I feel this makes up for no chapter last week. Have fun ♥︎

(Dream scene/smut is from roughly just after the middle to the end. Skip if it isn’t your thing♥︎)

Word Count: 4.6k+

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Mando’a Translation: Nar dralshy'a - Put your back into it

Din is alive. Din is alive. Din is alive. Din is alive. Din is alive.

Those words repeated like a frantic mantra in your head, the whole way back to Boba’s ship.

You encountered no one, even as Din stumbled and staggered along between you all.

You knew that it mortified him, having to be half carried. But there was no way he could move on his own. And he was hovering on the edge of unconsciousness as it was.

Din tipped his head back, looking at you through his cracked visor, “You came back for me…” His words were a little slurred and awestruck, like he was dreaming. The utter tone of disbelief broke your heart.

This man had been left so many times… Could he even comprehend that you’d brought a team to infiltrate an Imperial Cruiser, face down not only Moff Gideon, but also a Shadow King from legend, and still walk – stumble – out of here?

Probably not.

You looked down at him, wishing you could caress his face, his jaw – anything. “Of course I came back for you. I’d always come back for you.” You pressed your forehead to his, in that beloved keldabe kiss that meant so much to you both.

Din let out a soft huff of breath, maybe a smile beneath the visor…

And then collapsed.

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The following four hours were some of the worst of your life. Ahsoka and yourself had used your powers to assess his injuries and… The poor man was battered.

How he had survived a fall like that in a body full of rock hard beskar, you would never, ever know.

Clearly the Maker was watching out for him.

Regardless, healing him came with its own set of difficulties.

Naturally, you couldn’t remove Din’s armour, so you and Ahsoka had to make do with healing through it… Which meant you had no idea if what you did actually worked, since he was still out cold.

You’d managed to pop his shoulder back in, one of you pushing with the Force and the other pulling – even if it had sent another crack through his collarbone that you swore you could feel in your own body.

Hour by hour, you worked carefully to heal your fallen warrior.

Even after those four hours, after you were emotionally, mentally, and physically spent, he still wasn’t fully healed. His ankle remained sprained beneath his boot, his broken bones still requiring at least a week’s rest and as for any lingering effects in his head and internal organs… Well, that was something you would have to monitor yourself over the coming days.

Din had started to stir during the treatment on his ribs, groaning in pain with his skin flushed and clammy beneath the armour – or so you gathered from the thin strip of skin showing at his wrist. Ahsoka had quickly pushed him back into unconsciousness, where he still remained now.

He was laying on a collection of cloaks and blankets, on the only bit of free floor space at the back of the ship – he was a rather tall, broad man. You were curled on the floor next to him, his gloved hand clasped between two of yours and you just watched his covered face.

More than anything, you wish you were able to see him.

See that face that you already cherished, held so dear in your heart without even needing to see it.

He could have died, and you would never have known the colour of his eyes.

You respected his Creed, never questioned it, but… You would be lying if you didn’t admit that lately, that urge to see him had become a living, breathing thing.

To see his lips, curling up into a smile… Maybe he had dimples.

The frown as the kid did something, or as he thought about some random question you’d asked out of the blue and he couldn’t comprehend how that even made sense to the current conversation. Like that time, you asked if knew they were droids, and if they wanted to be something else. Which had then prompted a two-hour long discussion with Din arguing that droids were programmed and you insisting they had some spectrum of natural emotion that wasn’t programmed in.

You wished you could see the light of a sunrise turning his eyes molten, or to see what they looked like as he gazed at you. The love that would shine through them.

Or to watch his expressions when the pair of you were together, to see those eyes darken with desire for you, or his face contort in pleasure as you worshipped him.

You sighed softly, resting your chin on your knees and you held his gloved hand between your own.

These thoughts continued to swirl around you mind as you massaged his palm and fingers, letting the sounds of the others become a lulling background murmur.

Did he think you wouldn’t love him? Was that it?

You couldn’t exactly assure him... He would think you were asking for him to take it off, that you weren’t happy.

And you were happy. More than happy, with whatever he could offer you. The man had shown you how to live, rather than just survive.

“Maybe you actually should ask him about that, darling. Ask him why he will willingly die for you… but still won’t show you his face.”

Your body locked up at that silken whisper in your head, the same voice that had followed you from the Cruiser, the same voice that had stalked you for years.

His voice.

You hadn’t told anyone that he was in your head again, nor did you tell anyone about the beast now slumbering in your chest, one ear pricked up to listen for that call. That same beast that had purred when you destroyed – there was no other word for it – those Stormtroopers in the hallway.

The act you had pulled off before stabbing Haran… You weren’t entirely sure how much of it was pretend.

“I knew it. You can’t fool me. Or rather, you don’t need to fool me, darling. All I want it for you to have everything you deserve, and more. I could make you a Queen.”

A Queen.

Ruling over people he decided were less worthy? No thank you.

You were happy here, with your friends. Your family. You didn’t need darkness or fear… Just this.

“If that’s what you choose to believe. But you know, deep down… You crave it. I know the beast slumbering in you, darkling. It won’t be long before it wakes up.”

Just before you could spiral too deep into the thoughts he was putting into your head, you felt Din’s fingers twitch in yours, just briefly.

Your heart leapt into your throat and you dropped your knees to sit up straighter, “Lori?” You were still around your friends, after all, so the nickname came out.

“You didn’t think I’d give up that easily, did you?” His rough baritone filled your senses, hoarse and slightly pained but unmistakeably Din.

Something broke in your chest, like it caved in and a sob caught in your throat, “Oh.” You blinked down at his shiny head, and then dropped your own to his chest, not caring that it was hard and cold. It was him. He was okay.

You’d fixed him up and he was okay and here and… safe.

A soft chuckle rumbled beneath you and his free hand cupped the back of your head, “Hey… I survived a fall and kidnapping… I’m sure I could suffer through your nursing.” His thumb stroked over your hair, cradling you to the beskar chest and you swore you could hear his heart beating beneath it.

“You’re lucky you still need to finish healing, otherwise I would be beating your ass for all of this.” Your words were mumbled through tears, breath fogging up the beskar and you slid your arm up under his shoulder, shivering a little.

Din laughed again – shallowly, his ribs were still sore – and pressed the chin of his helmet against your head gently, “Oh, I know. I’m waiting for it, believe me.” He squeezed your hand, just savouring the feel of you in his arms, allowing himself to relax. You were here with him, not on the Cruiser – and not a slave to Haran’s persuasion.

There was the pitter-patter of many feet, and then a tiny green body began to clamber up the beskar mountain, “Bah.”

Din lifted his head, watching as Grogu crawled along his belly and plopped down just near your head, reaching out with grabby hands. “Hey, kid…” His voice turned a little thicker as you let go of his hand, so he could pull the kid closer.

“He missed you… He cried every night and put up a hell of a fight when we left him with Boba.” It was true, Grogu had attempted to use his powers on you all, until you managed to soothe him – and put him in Boba’s helmet, purely so he couldn’t clamber out of the beskar bucket.

Plus, it was ridiculously adorable, watching him spin around in the helmet until his tears melted into high giggles.

Din was most likely raising his eyebrows underneath his helmet, stroking Grogu’s cheek with his thumb, “Is that true, you little womp rat?”

Grogu cooed, tilting his head into Din’s hand and blinking those big, glossy eyes – the picture of innocence.

A mewl came from behind you, and then Duru hopped nimbly onto Din’s belly – earning a soft oof from him because she’s not exactly light. She settled on his belly, curling her tail around her clawed feet and a rumbly purr came from her chest.

You smiled slowly, reaching out to stroke her ears, “Oh, and this one spent every night howling. I had no idea Loth cats could even make a noise like that but… Here we are. I’m sure the others will be eager to get rid of us and the rabble.”

“Damn, straight. I’m an old man, I need peace and quiet when I sleep.” Boba’s gravelly voice travelled from the cockpit, a sign that though they were all trying very hard to pretend not to be listening, he couldn’t help himself.

A warm chuckle slipped from your lips as you shook your head, settling as close to Din as you could, his hand on your head trailing down your spine and coming to rest at the small of your back, “See.”

Din didn’t answer with words, but with a soft sniffle – like he was crying.

Worry careened through you and you touched the edge of his visor, “Hey… Why are you crying? Are you in pain?” You reached out a hand, ready to soothe any discomfort that may have cropped up.

Grogu made a little questioning noise, crawling to Din’s chest and patting the edge of the helmet, his ears flapping, like he too was worried.

Din shook his head, clearing his throat but his voice was still choked, “It’s just… I’ve been on my own for… years. Been hurt, captured, attacked more times than I can count but…” He looked over you all, motioned to the cockpit, “I’ve never had this. A rescue team… A family who missed me. It’s still… so new.” His words seemed a little unsure, like he still wasn’t used to voicing such vulnerabilities aloud either.

His uncertainty melted you, and you slid your hand up as if cupping his cheek, meeting the horizontal band of his visor, where you always seemed to look directly into his eyes, “Me either… But this is our clan, remember? Our family. And no matter what, we will always come back for each other. Even if we take on bases of Imperial troops and fall out of the sky.” You gave him a cheeky smile, your eyes soft and adoring.

The eye roll was nearly audible, but he still chuckled, sliding his hand up to cup the back of your neck and pull you down for a keldabe kiss, “You are insufferable.”

Your eyes closed, hand moving down to rest over the fabric on his neck, “Ah, but you still love me for it.”

Din let out a playful, long suffering sigh, “I suppose I do, don’t I?” He was grinning beneath the helmet though, revelling in this feeling of his family clustered around him, his kids curled on his chest and his friends just a little way away.

No longer alone.

“Well, I love you too.”

~~~

A little while later, you were all clustered in the cockpit, saying your thank you’s and temporary goodbyes.

Boba was going to fly the pair of you to where they’d stashed the Razor Crest, and then escort you to the nearest jump point. From there, Din had informed you that you would be going to a Sanctuary planet.

The same one he had scoped out for himself and Grogu all that time ago, way before any of this.

You both deserved a break – the kids too.

You were looking forward to it, the chance to just… be free, even for a little while. To feel the sun on your skin, to be able to dip your feet in the cool water of a babbling brook and chase the kids through trees and fields of exotic flowers.

To not think about other things for a while.

Before too long, you were making your way into the Crest, and then into the sky.

Home.

Boba and the others escorted you to the jump point as promised, where you waved goodbye and then you were in hyperspace again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Of course, the events of the past week would have repercussions. You’d be a fool to think otherwise… But for now, you didn’t want to think about that. You just wanted to be with your family, and rest.

Even if it did mean going back to the cramped little bed that barely fit your body on, let alone yourself and Din.

But it was familiar, and it was home.

Maybe we could upgrade after the Sanctuary planet… I could convince him.

You fell asleep thinking of plans and ways to convince your Mandalorian to shell out some credits and upgrade this sorry excuse for a bed.

At some point in the night, a haze overtook your dreamless sleep, pulling you into a place that you weren’t even aware of…

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“You beautiful thing… Look at your Mandalorian. Look at him, darling.” Haran’s scarred hands roamed your back, massaging the flesh, scraping his nails down either side of your spine to your ass cheeks. “Let him see the look on his face as I fuck you.”

A breathy moan escaped your lips, your back arching up like a cat’s and then further, as the blunt head of Haran’s cock nudged your soaking entrance and then slipped inside.

Stars above.

Haran was as long as Din was, but a little thicker. Enough to stretch your walls almost a little painfully, but Maker did it feel amazing.

Your head dropped down, your arms trembling slightly where they held you up and you let out a noise that was sinful. “Fuck…” Your back arched a little more, feeling him settle deep inside you, nudging far within you and filling you up deliciously, in a way somehow different to Din.

A soft snarl came from above you, and then one of Haran’s hands wrapped around your throat, yanking your head back up with the pressure, “I said, look at him.” He squeezed your neck, cutting of your air enough to send your eyes to the back of your head momentarily before they settled on Din.

He was seated on a couch at the end of the bed, shadows wreathed around his body which must have been bare underneath. His helmet and gloves remained on, and he was focused on you, on Haran.

The thought of Din being naked, his bare skin on show underneath those shadows… that made you even wetter, made your walls clench around Haran’s cock and earn a grunt from the Shadow King.

Over Din’s shoulder, a big, ornate framed glass rested on the dark walls, a mirror that reflected his bed.

Of course there was.

You were entranced by it, torn between watching Din and watching yourself, with Haran’s lean, toned body rising up behind you as he began to move, taking you deep and rough with his scarred hands gripping your hips with bruising strength.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your swollen lips parted in ecstasy as you rocked backward, meeting Haran with each movement, so that the room filled with the filthy sound of his balls hitting your slicked body, sending jolts of pressure through your clit.

His hand remained squeezing around your throat, and he bent his body down over yours to meet your gaze in the mirror, white teeth flashing and he bit at your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, “You like me fucking you, don’t you? You like seeing him watch me fuck you.”

A keening noise escaped your lips, your own teeth sinking into your lower lip as a trail of blood rang down your shoulder, “Yes – fuck, yes.” You jolted back against him, wanting to feel him tomorrow, wanted to not be able to walk. “Harder.”

Haran let out a dark, velvet chuckle against your shoulder, his tongue darting out to catch the bead of blood and he hummed in ecstasy at your taste, “As you wish, my Queen.” He rose back up straight behind you, and began a brutal, bruising pace.

The relentless thud of his cock against your g-spot made your brain disconnect form your body for a second, your vison blanking before it cleared again.

Din groaned long and deep, leaning forward for a better view, fascinated by the scene before him.

Watching as someone else, the Shadow-King no less, fucked his cyar'ika.

And it was driving him absolutely feral.

The very image of you, that pleasure on your face as Haran drove into you, was killing him. He always thought he would hate it, absolutely despise the very notion of another man touching you. But Haran was different, there was no denying. He was embroidered into the fabric of your lives, whether Din liked it or not.

And now, here he was, his dick positively weeping as he beheld the scene before him, his skin tight and itchy with desire.

The smooth, worn leather of his gloves was torturous over his aching cock, unable to resist curling his hand around his length, moving in time with you and Haran.

Din couldn’t look away… Especially as Haran pulled out, then slammed back into you instantly, hand tightening even tighter around your throat. He circled his hips, hitting all the spots Din knew himself and then your eyes squeezed shut, heady release crashing over you and your arms gave way as you moaned – no, screamed - Haran’s name.

He kept fucking you, pounding into you again and again, as you cried your pleasure into the bed covers, Haran’s seed soon dripping between your thighs as he came too.

And Din wasn’t sure who was most jealous of Haran… or you. To be the one making you scream, making your body contort like some kind of goddess, or to be the one on his hands and knees with that mouth-watering length breaking him apart.

Maker, he was going to explode just from the sheer thought of that.

Like you’d read his mind, you lifted your head, your eyes blown impossibly wide with lust and you reached out for him, eyes focused hungrily on his throbbing length.

Your tongue darted out, licking over your swollen bottom lip and then he was right there.

You wasted no time, those devilish lips lowering over his cock and then the hot, silken smoothness of your mouth encased him.

You both moaned again in unison, the sound vibrating through Din’s head and you eagerly lapped up the bead of precum leaking from his tip.

You didn’t think you would ever get bored of Din’s taste, the feeling of him heavy in your mouth as you bobbed your head, sinking down deep enough that your nose brushed his curls and he slipped down your throat. He was like velvet wrapped steel, and you would never get enough.

Din stuttered a curse, his gloved hand fisting in your hair and holding you there, “F-fuck, sweetheart…” His helmet tilted back, groans spilling from it as you swallowed.

Haran was rapidly hardening again inside you, watching you swallow down Din’s length and he was suddenly moving again, fucking you rough and deep, causing your body to rock around your Mandalorian’s cock. “That’s it, darling…. Good girl…” His hand dragged up your back to your head, entwining with Din’s and the pair of them bobbed your head up and down.

A muffled moan slipped from your throat, the three of you setting a pace as Din began to jerk his hips into your mouth, working in tandem with Haran’s pace.

The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mixed with the scent of both boys, creating an intoxicating aroma that would cling to you all for days to come.

As you swirled your tongue along the underside of Din’s length, you heard the tell-tale schwoomp of a helmet being removed.

A trace of panic made your body lock up for a second, before Din’s hand stroked through your hair, “Easy, sweetheart, it’s okay.”

Something cool brushed over your eyes, and you realised Haran had set a blindfold of shadow around your head and must be wearing one of his own.

You briefly wondered why, before you heard the faintly wet noise of a messy, swollen kiss above your head – the boys making out as they fucked and were fucked by you, all three of you racing to push each other off that cliff of pleasure first.

A haze overtook the dream, changing the scene and then there you were, reclined on a luxurious sofa, furs scattered beneath your body.

The pleasant burning hum in your bones signified that you had just received yet another mind-blowing release, clearly reclined here to recover because the couch was situated at the end of the bed.

Facing it.

And on top… Din, helmet still on and those dreamy shadows still surrounding his body like a shield. But perhaps they were courtesy of Haran, because the King of Shadows was kneeling in front, back pressed to Din’s chest… As Din rocked in and out of him from behind, gloved hands gripping his hips to hold him in place.

Holy Maker above.

Your humming body instantly tightened, snapping to attention as wetness flooded the tops of your thighs. Eyes still firmly on your boys, you reclined back further, spreading your legs and slipping a hand between them.

You traced slow, lazy circles around your clit, the silky slickness aiding in smooth movements to slowly begin another fire.

Haran tilted his chin down from resting on Din’s shoulder, his arm stretched above him with his hand on the back of Din’s neck, “Look at that. Our little princess likes watching you fuck me, Lori.” His liquid voice was rough with lust and pleasure, his obsidian eyes burning like black fire. His other scarred hand was pumping over his swollen cock, moving in time with Din’s deep thrusts.

Din groaned, his helmet tilted down and tucked into Haran’s neck and you knew his eyes were darting between their bodies, and your fingers, “Good.” He gripped Haran’s hips tighter, thrusting particularly deep into his ass and both men moaned in unison, “Keep your eyes on her when I make you come.”

A keening moan left your lips, two fingers slipping down and inside your aching walls. You didn’t know where to look, what to focus on first, particular when Din’s gloved hand covered Haran’s and guided it faster over the Shadow King’s considerable length. “Harder, Lori.”

Din chuckled, low and rough, “Your wish is my command, mesh’la.” He obeyed your order, leaning forward so that Haran’s body folded slightly, allowing him a better angle to fuck up into him, deep, pounding movements of hips that had both men’s bodies jerking beautifully.

Your trio of moans bounced around the dimly lit room, the faint squeak of the bed and the sound of Din’s balls slapping against Haran’s skin…

The haze came over again, bringing with it a medley of different scenes – your lips round Haran’s cock, whilst Din lay beneath you, his tongue spearheading up into you. The three of you engaged in a messy kiss, the boys at your mercy as you moved your hands in torturous paces, making them fall apart at the same time and coat your thighs. And then Din, his long, lean body folded into the bed as Haran worked him over, first with his fingers and then his own length, all whilst Din lapped and sucked at your aching folds, his tongue inside you again.

It cleared once more.

You were spent, leaning back into Haran’s chest, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm shudder through you. You had no idea which one it was now. Your brain had given up in trying to keep count, surrendering itself to the overwhelming pleasure of your two boys worshipping your body. You were seated between them, both of them inside you still, body numb with the new pleasure from where Haran was currently softening inside your ass.

And the absolute mind melting experience of earlier, watching the pair of them fuck each other as you recovered.

“Come on, darling. We know you have more in you…” Soft lips grazed the shell of your ear, a cool wash of Haran’s breath tickling and making goosebumps rise to the surface.

Then, Din’s large, warm hands caressed your hips, your thighs, massaging the flesh with a firm grip to regain the feeling in them, “He’s right, cyar’ika. I know you have more in you… I know you want more already. You’re so good, sweetheart, you take us both so well… Want to go again?”

A breathless moan escaped your lips, your body wrecked and numb but at their twin voices, the deep purr that lined them both… The heat rose low in your belly again and you craved the feeling of them both once, filling you up, pushing you over the edge as the you all moved in a perfect, dark harmony…

~~~

You startled awake, bolt upright with the sound of seductive laughter in your ears and the twin feel of lips ghosting over your skin.

What.

The actual.

Fuck?!

It took you a moment to work out that it was a dream, that you were curled up with just Din in your small bed, the engine humming as autopilot took you to a Sanctuary planet.

Lifting a hand to your face, you felt how flushed your skin was, heat still pooling between your legs and your heart pounded. You were soaked – clearly having reached a silent high in your sleep.

What in Maker’s name was that?

Stars above you needed a drink.

You slipped from the bed, Din barely stirring - no wonder, he hadn’t slept the whole time he’d been away.

You padded through the ship to the kitchen area and poured yourself a glass of the nearest alcohol you could find – trying to ignore the fact that your thighs were a little sticky.

Why were you have fantasies about Din and Haran?

Trauma?

Maybe you were sick?

Yeah. Yeah that’s it. Sickness. Maybe even a fever.

“Oh my love, this is no sickness. You’re dreaming about us because you want it. Your knight of light and your demon of the dark. You can pretend all you like, but you’re drawn to me.”

Haran.

He was in your head - of course he was.

You growled, slamming the glass down with more force than was necessary. Your body trembled, either with anger or the aftershocks of what you had just imagined.

You recognised the wave in your mind, similar to when Ahsoka spoke to you through the Force. “Get the fuck out of my head, you creep.”

That dark, velvet laughter again, “You think I sent you the dream? Oh, darling. You were the one practically throwing it at me. Here I was, trying to enjoy a nice dream and what should pop into my head but something like that? I always knew you had it in you, darling. ”

Heat flushed your cheeks again, along with anger, “Get. Out.”

Haran practically purred, “You, Me and Lori, wrapped up together. Now, I have no qualms about a crowd, but I have to admit, I was a little surprised that you would send it to me.”

You shook your head, as if you could throw him out like that.

He continued, his voice flowing through your body, just like his lips and tongue had, the way his phantom power had provided you pleasure whilst Din explored other parts of you, “You like the idea of two men worshipping you, don’t you darling?” He was quiet, like he was reading you, “Oh, you don’t care who it is. You just want to be worshipped. And you want to watch me and your knight fuck too? Oh, you dirty little girl… Does he know? Does he know that you want to watch and be watched… That you want to try everything?”

You hissed, pushing against the feeling of him in your mind, trying to force him out but you felt his silken shadows sneaking through your body, felt the phantom brush of his hands – and other parts of him – and to your utter horror, you realised you were growing wet again.

And a dark part of you was desperate to yield to it. To succumb to that darkness and let it wash through you.

No.

Get a grip.

“Fuck. Off.”

Unbidden, your dream started to come back to you again, the boys on their knees before you, their hands, their tongues. And not only that, but the sight of them together, their bodies rocking and writhing in rhythm -

Another growl ripped from your chest, even as you ached to slip your fingers inside – or to go and wake Din up and fly to wherever Haran was - “Enough.” You threw the word through space to him, slamming it into his mind with a full wave of power.

A final dark chuckle, and then he slipped from your mind, leaving you in peace.

Well, as peaceful as you could be, with the tingles on your skin and the dampness between your thighs.

It was going to be a long night.

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dragonslayer-5fanfiction · 4 years

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My Burly Love Chapter 10

I finally finished it, and got it up. I know it takes a while, but I eventually get there. I keep moving things around in my plot, and this is gonna be longer than I anticipated.

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Without a second thought I stepped in front of Kili. Before I was set on the ground, I was pushed behind someone. I immediately recognised the stature of man before me. Dwalin. My eyes rolled so hard I thought they would fall out of my head.

‘He just can’t leave me alone. No matter how endearing it is that he feels the need to protect me’. I thought.

“Excuse me, but um…you’re from Lake-town, if I’m not mistaken? That barge over there, it wouldn’t be available for hire by any chance?” Balin asked gesturing to the barge in the distance. I placed my hand on Dwalin’s shoulder and peeked over it. The new man lowered his bow and stalked over to his barge without a word. I lowered myself and slid around Dwalin. I followed the new man over to the barge, while he and Balin talked.

“What makes you think I would help you?” This new man asked. I stood there studying him. He was tall, dark hair, well built, and incredibly handsome.

“Those boots have seen better days, as has that coat.” Balin answered. “No doubt you have some hungry mouths to feed? How many bairns?”

“A boy and two girls.” He responded. I smiled at that. Fatherhood fits him.

“And your wife, I imagine, she’s a beauty?” I watched his face fall and looked slack jawed at Dwalin.

“Aye, she was.” He responded looking mournfully at the water.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I spoke up. He turned towards me, seeing me for the first time.

“Oh come on, enough with the niceties.” Dwalin piped up from my side. My hand flew before I could think and smacked him in the chest. I gave him a glare.

“Wha-” He started before he was cut off.

“What’s your hurry?”

“What’s it to you?” Dwalin shot back, without a moment’s hesitation.

“Are you serious?!” I hissed. He turned to argue with me, but stopped when the man spoke.

“I would like to know who you are and what you are doing in these lands?”

“We are but simple merchants from the Blue Mountains, journeying to see our kin in the Iron Hills.” Balin explains.

“Ever the diplomat.” I muttered under my breath. Dwalin turned to me with a surprised look. “What he has an answer for everything, and is always ready to de-escalate the situation. Why aren’t you like that?” I whispered.

“Cause love, it’s all foo-foo crap. We don’ need tha’ to get what we wan’.” He whispered back. I rolled my eyes.

“Obviously it gets us somewhere.” I gestured frantically in front of me as we walked onto the barge. He let out a huff and went and settled in the front of a barge. I went and sat at the back with the new man, but felt multiple eyes watching me. “What’s your name?” I turned wide-eyed and curious to the man standing next to me.

“Bard. And yours?”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you Bard.”

“And you. What brings you here with all these dwarves?” He asked, nodding his head in their direction. I let a smile spread across my face as I turned to look at them. They were all huddled together, scheming something up. It could be nothing good knowing them. I let out a sigh and turned towards him.

“I kind of fell into it. After that I didn’t have much of a choice. It took some getting used to, but they’re quite the lively bunch.” My face broke into an excited grin and I grabbed his arm. “And they’re teaching me to sword fight!” I almost yelled I was so excited. “I’m getting quite good you know.” I added as an afterthought. Bard gave me an amused smile.

“I’m not sure I would dare cross blades with you.” We both laughed and I gave him a gentle shove. When the laughter died down, he gestured with his eyes, and lowered his voice. “What’s with the death glare?” I looked where he gestured and shook my head.

“Oh, that’s Dwalin. He’s mostly harmless, well actually, it depends.” I shrugged my shoulders at the end.

“But why is he giving you a death glare? Does he not like you?” He asked turning the boat to the right.

“He does that a lot. Don’t be intimidated.” I gave a long look to the men, and smiled at Dwalin. I could see him scoff and turn away. I finally turned back to Bard, “I’m pretty sure that he likes me. I think that’s why he’s so protective, but it’s complicated right now.” I sighed and sat down on the edge of the boat.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh no it’s fine. We’ll figure it out.” I waved my hand to the side. We stood in silence and watched as a massive mountain crept out of the mist. The dwarves stood in awe as their rightful home came into view.

“Come with me.” Bard gestured me towards him as he walked to the dwarves. I nodded and followed. When we got closer I slipped on a slick spot and my world tilted up and back.

“Ope!” I threw my hands into the air, ready to feel the bruise on my tailbone. I felt two different hands wrap around me to steady me.

“Ya alrigh’ lass?”

“Are you okay?” Dwalin and Bard asked at the same time.

“Mmm yeah, m’ fine.” They nodded and let go of me. Dwalin is a little more hesitant than Bard. Once he finally released me, Bard turned towards the company. My body felt like fire where Dwalin caught me.

“The money quick, give it to me.”

“We will pay when we get our provisions, but not before.” Thorin finally spoke up.

“If you value your freedom, you will do as I say. There are guards ahead.” Bard’s voice was serious, no room for argument.

“What is the plan?” I asked, turning to Bard. He grimaced at me, “Oh no. I’m not going to like this am I?”

“I need you all to get in the barrels. Please.”

“Why?” Gloin asked.

“Please, we don’t have much time.” Bard responded urgently. I saw the flicker of rebellion spark in the eyes of the company.

“Nope, not doing this. Everyone gets in the barrels. No time for argument.” I turned my mom voice on pointing to the barrels. They grumbled to themselves and climbed in.

“Y/N, yer coming with me.” Dwalin called out. He gave no room for an argument.

“Okaaay…” I trailed off and carefully climbed into the barrel.

“I need you all to crouch down and keep quiet.” We complied and carefully crouched down. I set my feet on the right side of his hip, and his were placed on my left hip.We felt the barge come to a stop, I’m assuming this is what he needed the coins for.

“What is he doing?” Dwalin whispered when we felt the barge come to a stop. We sat there for a moment trying to see what was going on, when Bilbo spoke up.

“He’s talking to someone. He’s pointing right at us. Now they’re shaking hands.” Bilbo gave us a play by play.

“He’s selling us out.” Dwalin hissed body tense as malice wove its way into his tone. He twitched almost like he was going to leap out of the barrel.

“Don’t.” I moved my hand to his shoulder and pushed down. He looked at me and I felt his body relax. We sat in silence staring at each other when freezing, slimy, scaly fish came raining down on us. I was surprised and opened my mouth to shriek, when Dwalin’s hand covered my mouth. My face contorted into repugnance as the fish settled on us. As everything seeped down into my bones, I felt bile rise in my throat. He moved his hand from my mouth, once he was sure I wouldn’t shriek. “Dwalin, I feel like I’m going to retch.”

“Don’t ye dare.” He whispered. My eyes widened as the stench reached my nose and I covered my mouth. “Love please….” He trailed off. I swallowed hard and removed my hand.

“I won’t. I promise.” The rest of the time I squirmed and gagged while Dwalin watched me with concern. When the barge stopped again, we heard Bard talking to a man. We heard one of the barrels tip and I peeked through the crack in the wood. The barrel Bombur was in, was being tipped over the edge of the barge. If he tipped any further, Bombur would have fallen out. We sat there for what felt like ages, when we finally started moving again. It wasn’t too long after that we came to an abrupt stop. Bard went to get some help, and we were left alone. By the time he got back and we were allowed to get out of the barrels, I was cramping up. Dwalin stood up and swung his leg over the side, climbing out. He peered over the edge at me, and I lifted my hands up.

“Wha ye doing that fer?”

“I need help. I’m all cramped up.” I gave him a pout and made grabby hands. He laughed and grabbed my hands, gently pulling me up. I stood there for a moment, flopping onto the side. “Ugh, it hurts.” I groaned.

“Here lass.” He gripped me under my armpits and hauled me out of the barrel. He slid his hands down to my waist to keep me steady.

“M’good thanks.” I mumbled pushing his hands off of me. He pulled them back in surrender.

“I have a plan to get you into my house.” Bard stated.

“What is it?” I asked hesitantly based on his prior plan. He gave me another grimace.

“You’re not going to like it.” He shook his head as he spoke.

Chapter 11

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snowdice · 4 years

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Birthday Wishes (Haunted Van AU)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton & Logan,

Characters: Patton, Logan, Roman

Summary: Patton gives Logan a birthday gift as soon as he is allowed.

Notes: This is set in the @haunted-van-au before the story in the ask blog takes place.

Patton is selectively mute, though a bit more talkative here than usual since they're (mostly) alone and he's excited.

The prompt was “ Hi! For your Grumpy Affectionate prompts: either 11 with Logan&Patton or 14 with Janus/Patton, choice is yours!” from the GRUMPY AFFECTIONATE STARTERS list. I chose 11. “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.” Logan & Patton, but had to change a bit about the wording.

“Logan,” Patton’s quiet voice said. Logan felt a poke to his cheek. Logan kept his eyes closed, hoping against hope that Patton would relent. Instead, he was poked once again in the face. “Promised. Please.” Why had Logan ever let this little gremlin into his heart? He wondered before blinking open his tired eyes.

“When I said tomorrow, the ‘in the morning’ was implied,” Logan groused.

Patton pointed to a clock that said 12:03am.

“You know what I meant,” Logan said.

Patton pouted at him.

Logan sighed. “Fine. Bring it here.”

Patton clapped his hands happily and hopped off their bed as Logan slowly sat up. Roman grumbled from beside them, still asleep and curled around a pillow. Logan was tempted to wake him up and make him suffer with him but chose to be merciful and let him sleep. Patton could be heard moving under the bed. One of the kids on the bed adjacent to them made a grumbling sound and turned over.

After a few seconds, Patton popped back up with his prize. He was practically vibrating as he handed it to logan. It was… sticky, Logan noticed with a wince, unsure of the source of the stickiness because it was dark. He still brought it closer and laid it in his lap. He leaned over and grabbed his phone from next to his pillow so he could see what Patton was giving him.

It was a box, an old lunch box actually that seemed to have been decorated by hand. Logan winced as a bit of glitter that had been glued to it came off in his hand. That would be all over their sheets forever.

Patton tapped it insistently and Logan diligently unsnapped the clasp on the lunchbox, spilling more glitter into his lap. He wasn’t sure at first what was in the lunch box. It was by all appearances just a small black box. Logan picked it up curiously, shinning the light from his phone on it. He found that the top part of the box slid and as soon as he pushed it up, he realized what it was.

“Oh,” Logan said softly. It was a calculator, a graphing calculator. It appeared to be a very old model, likely not one sold anymore in stores. He was not sure how Patton had acquired it. Perhaps he’d managed to convince a teacher to let him take one from an old classroom set, or he’d bought it off someone for cheap. Yet, despite its age, it powered on under his fingertips and the display seemed to work perfectly fine. It… it was not the suggested calculator his teacher wanted them to use in class, but he imagined it had most of the same functions. Logan was speechless for a few long seconds. “Thank you, Patton.”

Patton made grabby hands for it, clearly indicating that there was something more. Logan handed it to him, and he slid off the cover completely, flipping it around. The instructions that would typically be there no longer were, likely haven been lost long ago. In their place was a slip of paper with a heart and Patton’s messy scrawl that said. ‘Happy birthday. I love you!’

“Thank you, Pat,” Logan said, but Patton held up a finger. He then took said finger and pushed what appeared to be a little button.

“Happy birthday, Logan. I love you honey bunches and oats!” what appeared to be a tapped in sound box taken from a recordable greeting card said in Patton’s voice.

“Oh,” Logan said softly, more moved than he could describe. He cleared his throat. “Thank you, Patton. It’s perfect.”

Patton wiggled a bit and then pressed the button again to make it talk again.

“Yes,” Logan said. “I love you too.”

He pressed it again.

“I… yes.”

And again. Roman started to stir. And again. A couple people near them made sounds of protest.

“Patton, please.”

He clearly understood exactly what he was doing and was enjoying it greatly. He pushed it again. Logan jerked forward and he tried to roll to the side to keep the calculator away from him, but Patton had miscalculated. Logan wasn’t going for the calculator. His arms closed around Patton’s waist like a vise and pulled him back into bed. Roman did awake then, groggily sitting up and staring at them.

“Why?” he croaked.

Patton pressed the button again in answer. Logan snatched the calculator from him.

“Right,” Roman said. “Yeah, yeah, happy birthday nerd, or whatever. I’m going back to sleep and you’ll get my present when after the sun rises.”

Patton reached for the calculator, but Logan held it away from him. He gave up after a moment and looked up at Logan. He moved in for a hug, nuzzling his face into Logan’s chest. Logan automatically went to return the hug and Patton tried to snatch the calculator back when it came in range. “Yes, yes,” he laughed when Patton nuzzled against him again in a completely unfair bid to manipulate him into giving him back the calculator. “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more- I’m shutting it up for now.” He grabbed the cover and slid it back on before storing the calculator carefully back in the box. “Now, we are going back to sleep because we have to go to school tomorrow.”

Patton puffed out a disappointed breath and Logan chuckled, laying back down and pulling Patton with him. Patton let go of his ire after only a moment, yawning and snuggling against him.

“Happy birthday, Logan,” he said, his voice a lot quieter than it had been on the recording. “Love you honey bunches and oats.”

“…I love you too,” Logan breathed. Content with that, Patton willingly went back to sleep.

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mybunnyparadenme · 4 years

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(This is my edgy blog btw) Ship: bunny duh Prompts: 3, 11, and 12 I couldn’t choose so you can pick one if you don’t want to do them all!

Sorry it took me so long! I managed to combine all three prompts and here’s the result! Hope you like it~

#2 Things you said too quietly/#11 Things you said when you were drunk/#12 things you said when you thought i was asleep

Kenny couldn't think of a better way to spend a Friday night. He and Butters were hanging out in Butters' bedroom, listening to sugary sweet pop music and drinking McDonald's iced coffees that Kenny had picked up on the way over. They weren't drinking just any iced coffee though. Butters had nicked a bottle of Kahlua from his parent's liquor cabinet, and the two of them had been adding it into their coffees all night. Kenny already had a good buzz going, and Butters had just gone past that judging by how loud he was talking.

"You can't hog it all, Ken!" Butters pouted, reaching for the bottle with grabby hands. "Give it here!"

"Dude you've had more than me by now." Kenny said, laughing when Butters pouted even harder. He handed it over easily though, Butters deserved a night to let as loose as he wanted.

Instead of pouring more into his drink, Butters brought it straight to his lips and swallowed down several mouthfuls before he pulled it back with a grimace. "Oh that's strong!"

"You should've mixed it with your coffee!"

"It's pretty much all Kahlua at this point." Butters said, swishing around the contents in his half empty cup. It was much darker now than when Kenny had presented it to him. He looked up and gave Kenny a wild grin. "Besides, I can handle it. Waterin' it down is for pussies!

Kenny laughed again, the full kind of laugh that only happened when you were drunk enough that every little thing became the funniest thing you ever heard. He was so glad Stephen and Linda were going to be gone until tomorrow afternoon. The two of them could enjoy this time without having to worry about getting caught with pilfered liquor. Speaking of being caught though... "Okay, so how grounded do you think you'd be if your parents walked in right now?"

"Um." Butters paused, looking worried for a split second downing the remainder of his drink. He shook his head and raised his fist in the air with a shout, "I don't know and I don't care! You're looking at a guy who doesn't give a fuck about getting grounded!"

"Holy shit, drunk you is a badass." Kenny said, a slow smile forming on his face. He felt more attracted to Butters in this moment than he ever had before, but then again being attracted to Butters wasn't really new to him. Still, he couldn't deny Butters saying he didn't care about getting grounded was really fucking hot. He grabbed the bottle of Kahlua, hoping a strong shot would clear his thoughts, and found that it was almost empty. "Damn, we almost finished the whole thing, Butters. We're gonna have to fill it up with something before your folks come back."

"Do we have to?" Butters asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. "They get enough from me already, fuck them and fuck their booze!"

"Hell yeah, fuck those tyrants!" Kenny said, but mentally he told himself to brew some coffee and vodka together later. As much as he loved this new side of Butters, there was no way he was letting Butters get grounded into oblivion over one night of fun.

"And if they try anything we could run away together!" Butters said, looking excited now. His eyes were bright and dreamy. "That would really show 'em. Ooh, we could really piss them off and leave a note sayin' we went to Vegas and are getting married!"

"Huh?!" Kenny had been about to tip the rest of his iced coffee into his mouth, but hearing that last bit shocked him so much he ended up spilling it all over his sweater.

Like a light switch flicking off, Butters' bravado fell away into concern. "Oh no, I'm sorry for getting so carried away and startlin' you Kenny! We gotta get that sweater in the wash before the stain sets in."

"It's... it's not that bad." Kenny murmured, hoping the heat rising to his cheeks looked more like a drunken flush. "I can just rinse it off in the sink when I go home."

"And catch your death of cold? Uh-uh, we're getting that cleaned right away. Give it here." Butters leaned over and started to lift it off of Kenny's body.

It took his alcohol addled brain a minute to realize that Butters was actually undressing him right now. Kenny couldn't help the long 'nice' that went through his mind as the sweater went over his head, but immediately afterwards their eyes locked and the full awkwardness of the situation finally hit them. Kenny's arms were over his head and tangled up in his sweater's sleeves, Butters' nose an inch away from his. He was close enough to a kiss...

"Oh sweet Mary." Butters breathed as he pulled back, his cheeks blazing. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't've done that."

"No big deal!" Kenny quickly reassured him, his heart was slamming against his ribcage. He slipped his sweater the rest of the way off and held it out in front of him, keeping his eyes locked on the ground. "Here."

"Thank you!" Butters squeaked, standing up way too fast. He swayed on his feet, but managed to stay upright. "Y-You can go ahead and grab one of my shirts while I get this washed okay?"

"Okay, I will. Thanks." Kenny said, standing up awkwardly. He felt so exposed without his sweater, goosebumps rising all over his arms. He could feel Butters eyes on him even without looking up.

"I'll be back soon!" Butters said before bolting out of the room.

Kenny let himself wallow in embarrassment for a few seconds, but then the cold got to him and he made his way over to the dresser on the other side of the room. He picked the first long-sleeved shirt on, a pale green one that smelled like citrus detergent. His heart skipped a beat when he recognized it as the scent that always seemed to cling to Butters' skin. He brought the sleeve up to his nose and inhaled deeply, then buried his face in his hands when he realized what he was doing. The alcohol, he blamed this on the alcohol.

A few minutes later Butters came back into the room, still looking a little flustered. "O-Okay, it'll be ready in a little while."

"Cool." Kenny said from his spot on the bed. The tension was still thick between them, and it was high time they brought the mood back to what it was before. He put on an exaggerated grin and casually asked, "So what'd you think of my tiddies? They were pretty great right?"

"Oh my god!" Butters giggled, all of his nervousness fading away as he laughed. He let himself sink onto the bed next to Kenny, their shoulders brushing casually. "My honest opinion? They were a little flat for my tastes.

"You wound me, Butters." Kenny sighed, placing a hand over his heart dramatically.

"But I thought your freckles were neat. I never realized these were an all-over thing." Butters said, tapping the tip of Kenny's nose.

"Yeah, they... they're usually hidden underneath my clothes." Kenny said, his heart leaping at that easy touch. He hoped it wasn't just the Kahlua making him do that.

"You should show them off more often." Butters smiled at him. He said the next part softly, almost too low to hear. "They're really cute on you."

Cute? Butters thought he was cute? Kenny chewed the inside of his cheek, fighting back the smile that was threatening to give away how happy hearing that made him. Holy shit, Butters Stotch thought he was cute!

"I feel like dancin', don't you Ken?" Butters asked, as he rose to his feet again. He moved over to his nightstand where his phone was still playing pop songs. "Pick something fun for us to dance to!"

"Uhhhh, play some Katy Perry!" Kenny blurted out as he stood up too. "The earlier the better!"

"Got it!"

A minute later the two of them were belting out lyrics about getting hitched in Vegas, laughing and jumping around so much that Kenny was sure the floor was going to collapse underneath them. The room was spinning and the Kahlua and coffee mixture was sloshing around in his stomach, but Kenny felt better than he had in a while just being here with Butters. He always felt better when they were together.

They danced for half a dozen songs, shouting gibberish when they forgot the lyrics or just plain didn't know them in the first place. They were out of breath by the time they shut the music off and fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, giggling from both exhaustion and the alcohol still coursing through their bodies. Butters had a smile so wide his cheeks had to hurt.

"That was a lot of fun, Kenny." Butters said, reaching up to brush Kenny's hair from his sweaty forehead. His eyes were shining. "Thanks for coming over today."

"Thanks for inviting me." Kenny said, leaning into the touch with a sigh. "Hanging out with you is the best."

"Yeah?" Butters closed his eyes, a sleepy smile forming on his face. "I feel the same. You're my best friend, you know."

Had he known that? Kenny thought back to all the time they spent together, just the two of them. They were close definitely but... best friends? God that was freaking profound. Was that just the alcohol talking? Would Butters even remember saying it in the morning? God he wanted Butters to remember this.

"Butters do you-" He started, only to cut himself off when he saw that Butters' eyes were closed, his breathing even like he was fast asleep. He reached up and waved his hand in front of his face, holding his breath until Butters' eyes fluttered open.

"Mm? What is it, Ken?" Butters murmured, his eyes soft with slowly fading consciousness.

"You meant it right?" Kenny swallowed down the nervousness from earlier that threatened to steal his words away. God his eyes were the palest shade of blue. He wanted to tell Butters how beautiful they looked.

It was silent for a moment, long enough for Kenny to worry that Butters had fallen asleep with his eyes open, but then he reached up and patted his cheek softly. "'Course I meant it. You're my sunshine guy."

Kenny wanted to melt into this moment. Butters' fingers were warm on his heated face, and surprisingly rough with callouses. Probably from all the chores his parents had him do, but it was comforting all the same. Butters eyes drifted shut, and without the eye contact Kenny felt brave enough to reach up and place his own hand on top of his. He could feel his whole body relax as this quiet moment stretched on, and sleep started to overtake his consciousness. Just before he drifted off, he let himself murmur, "You're my best friend too Butters... light of my life. I love you so much."

He was asleep before he could hear the soft gasp that followed his confession.

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creativitwinsagere · 5 years

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Ooh how about 11?

Person A gets Person B their first adult pacifier

warnings: typical Remus grossness & violence

dni: remrom shippers and abdl/ddlg (& variants) blogs

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Roman wanted a pacifier so badly. But what if the others found out about it, and thought he was weird? Remus definitely wouldn’t care. But he wouldn’t be able to handle the others’ judgement. It would destroy him. No, pacifiers are off limits.

But he was grumpy, and he needed something. So, he settled for chewing on his onesie sleeve. It was better than nothing.

After a while Remus came into the room, and seemed to notice his predicament. He chuckled softly as he approached his little brother.

“Hey, little dude,” Remus greeted. “I’m all for being gross, and getting saliva everywhere but wouldn’t you rather have this instead?”

Roman’s eyes lit up at the sight of Remus holding out a bright red pacifier decorated with colorful beads and a crown logo on the button. He immediately went to reach out for it but then slowly lowered his hands. Remus frowned at the dejected look on his brother’s face, and sat beside him.

“You don’t want it?” Remus asked.

Roman shook his head, and buried his face into his teddy bear’s head to hide his unshed tears. He wanted it more than he’s ever wanted anything. More than he wanted a boyfriend or a movie role for Thomas. Maybe that was selfish of him but he was little and sad and exhausted. He just wanted to have comfort items without fear of being judged. Was that too much to ask?

“I can practically see your brain trying not to explode, Ro,” Remus said, gaining Roman’s attention. “You’re not like afraid the others are gonna judge you or anything right? ‘Cause I think you’ll be okay. Having a pacifier is nothing compared to the weird shit I say and do!”

Damn Remus for being so good at reading him. And damn him for surprisingly being good at saying the right thing. Roman couldn’t help but crack a smile, and Remus was delighted.

“There’s that goofy ass smile!” Remus exclaimed.

“Shut uuuupppp,”

“Nah!”

“You’re annoying!”

“Ah yeah but you love me!”

“Maybe,”

Roman broke out into giggles at the offended look on his brother’s face. Once again Remus was delighted, but also quite annoyed. He quickly placed the pacifier into Roman’s mouth to shut him up. Now Remus was giggling at Roman’s expression.

Eventually they both calmed down, and Roman found himself keeping the pacifier in. It was incredibly soothing. He didn’t even care if someone caught him with it anymore. He was sleepy, and all he wanted to do was take a nap with it while his big brother held him. Roman whined and reached out for Remus to let him know this is what he wanted.

Remus cooed at the adorable grabby hands as he lifted Roman into his arms then sunk down to the room they shared whenever he was regressed. Once there they laid back onto the big cozy bed. Remus then pulled the comforter up to their chests as Roman snuggled into his side. Everything was so peaceful now.

“Hey, let me know if anyone does judge you for the paci thing, little one. I’ll gut them like a fish.”

Well, almost peaceful.

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tozierpunks · 5 years

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re: the losers having kids who become friends

Stan and Patty planned for kids; they were definitely trying before that call came. So when IT is defeated and Stan is a-okay, they finally get the babies they want. Jennifer comes first; she’s a firecracker of a kid. She’s loud and she’s uninhibited and she’s everything that would’ve exhausted Stan as a child. He adores her. He combs her hair at night before bed, and ties ribbons in her pigtails before school, and he’s so incredibly proud to be her father.

After deciding to have their two (and absolutely NO MORE) kids close together, Patty gives birth to little Andrew. He’s very much a follower, and hangs on to his sisters’ every word. She gets them into all sorts of shenanigans, and Andy is a dutiful baby brother. He’s constantly got his thumb in his mouth; which is CUTE.

Stan brags to the other losers that his kids never fight.

Bill and Mike take their time getting together; Billy has a divorce to get through after all. As soon as it’s all said and done though, they start looking to adopt. It doesn’t take long at all -- in fact, it seems like... fate. Whether it is or isn’t, Mike is awed when their little Lucy stumbles through the door.

She has a fairly large burn on the left side of her face, which will become a permanent scar. Her parents died in a car crash, which gave her the mark in the first place. Mike says she looks like an angel, which rapidly gets her out of her shell.

They adopt her as quickly as they can. Then it occurs to them, one CRUCIAL fact they didn’t quite consider: the world............. is horrifically dangerous.

Most of their time is spent keeping Lucy’s curious behind out of trouble. She’s the Tommy Pickles of the kids; danger is her middle name and she also laughs in the face of it. She’s got courage but also... no offense to Bill, but she’s got his Big Stupid. She finds a feral cat and - despite it scratching her to ribbons - she wants to take him home and give him a bath. Mike has to quickly yeet her out of the bathroom and trap the cat inside before calling animal control.

Ben and Bev? They have five (5) kids, which... is on brand. Two sets of twins; Milo and Miles, followed by Olivia and Owen, and then finally their baby, Archie.

Milo Hanscom is a sweet lil poundcake; he’s very much like his dad. If a conversation isn’t going EXACTLY how he mapped it out in his brain, he will turn and walk away with no added explanation. On the other hand, Miles is a lot like his mom. He’ll sneak cigarettes and he’s incredibly smart; he’ll swipe a bag of candy from Keene’s store and sell each piece for a quarter on the schoolyard. Bev has no idea where he gets his income, but she is SUS.

Miles and Jenny are actually best friends; as toddlers, they would go up to each other (sneak up, really), and smack each other on the heads as a greeting.

Olivia and Owen are as close as sisters can be; they have their own language, and both of them are brilliant, scholarly girls. Owen will absolutely stab anyone in the way of her GPA. They’re the masterminds when they’re babies: all those shenanigans the Rugrats get into? Owen or Olivia hatches the plan, and they have their older brothers wrapped around their fingers! So they have the muscle to back up their ideas.

Archie is the super sweet baby child. He is SCARED. Of EVERYTHING. He cried during his first haircut. Animals terrify him. As a baby, he’d sob when the sun disappeared behind clouds. Ben tried playing peekaboo with him once, and Archie was inconsolable bc “WHERE IS MY DADDY?!?” Those kawaii stress balls - the squishy things with cute faces? THOSE are harder than Archie Hanscom.

Finally, we have Richie and Eddie’s kids: Julian and Deana. Biologically (because yes, they chose surrogates), Julian is Eddie’s, whereas Deana is Richie’s. And... it kinda shows through their behavior.

Julian is the first of the Losers 2.0 to say no to his parents. His first word: No his second word: Nah-uh his third word: Nope his fourth word is stinky, but that’s neither here nor there.

HE KEEPS BREAKING SHIT. Ofc it’s an “accident.” How far can this lamp tilt? How much water is too much for the doggie bowl? How much of this lotion and toilet paper can he fit in the toilet? (He counts to twelve, but to be fair, he skips numbers 3-11 cause he doesn’t know those. “1, 2, 12.”) How much Julian can fit through the doggie door? (the answer is half)

Now Deana-- they panicked in the hospital. Eddie grabbed Richie by the shoulders and said, “Every gay couple our age has a pet or daughter named Diana. We can’t name her after the princess.” and Richie goes, “Psh, of course.” and haphazardly scrawls and “e” over the “i” on her birth certificate.

Julian is one and a half years old when he meets his baby sister, and Eddie carried him in to see the newborn infant. Her weird beady eyes terrify him, and his immediate response is to smack her lil face. This instigates their childhood long fight, because they don’t stop for the next thirteen years.

On Julian’s third birthday he asks for them to take Deana back to the hospital bc, “she’s stinky, and I hate her,” and he smiles like :D when he proposes the idea. He’s convinced Deana is broken because she refuses to eat; she’ll suck the salt off fries, and eat a lil piece of pepperoni off the pizza, but other than that, no thanks!

Now when you get all the kids together? Ultimate chaos! Jenny and Olivia lead all the others on their bikes to ride around Derry, and when Miles finds the Barrens, those girls have the brilliant idea to build a clubhouse. Ofc neither of them wanna get dirt under their nails, so they enlist Miles, Milo, Lucy, and Julian. Deana keeps trying to eat the dirt, and Julian is huffy bc he has to stop her.

Archie screams every time a bug flies by, and Lucy gives him her sweater (she knows he likes it, because it’s a pastel green and v. soft), telling him, “My daddy made this for me, and it protects you from monsters, if you believe it does.”

Throughout digging, each of the kids rotate who brings snacks and games. The Hanscom kids always have a great haul (mostly because there’s more grabby hands to raid their pantry), and everyone is so-so when it’s Julian and Deana’s turn, bc the only sugary thing in their cupboards are cereal.

While everyone’s digging (they’re about two feet into the project at this point), Andy and Owen are playing a game of scrabble. Neither of them wanted to get their hands dirty! Much to Owen’s surprise, Andy wins. She’s not a good loser, and she very huffily throws the board a couple feet away. Andy, a patient and good sport, goes to get it, when he falls through the large mound of leaves.

All the Losers 2.0 panic (Jenny “strangles” Miles as she shouts that her parents will be SO PISSED if she let the earth eat her brother), and are relieved when he pokes his little head out from the leaves. He looks excited, and he shouts, “GUYS LOOK WHAT I FOUND!”

Julian puts Deana in her wagon (which all the other babykids ride in too, so Deana, Archie, Lucy, and usually Andy) and pulls them over - with Milo’s help ofc, and Olivia is the first to venture down. She turns on a flashlight and echoes Andy’s excitement, “GUYS, LOOK!”

Climbing down the ladder, one by one, the kids marvel in complete awe at their discovery. There’s a swing, a dusty old hammock, and even a super old-looking stereo. With a little elbow grease, this hole could be turned into EXACTLY the clubhouse they wanted. Their entire summer goes to making the clubhouse a perfect hangout spot.

One night, while the original Losers Club is having a barbecue, Patty asks, “Where do you think those kids run off to all day?”

Ben fondly thinks back on the clubhouse he and his friends created together, and he can only hope his kids find something half as great. “Probably somewhere fun,” he says.

“It’s probably how it was when we were kids,” Richie says, looking at each of his friends. “The best.”

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stormedchaos · 7 years

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LORI COMES LATE TO THE PARTY A.K.A RPC POSITIVITY WEEK !!

so i am an unorganised wreck of a human being ( as you all know ! ) but i do want to acknowledge this, because i think too often our community drowns under negativity and elitism and generally can be kind of toxic, especially to smaller fandom, less ‘popular’ blogs and to new people ( especially if you’re a new multi or god forbid an OC ) so for the next two weeks i’m going to do various little things like i did today and yesterday with posting icons && gifting people things && at some point i will get around to a follow forever this week too !!

This is just a smol shout out to the blogs that i love and some of the friends i’ve made in this community ( mostly river.dale ) in the last year !!

@brassloyalty - EMs my WIFE && honest to god one of my bffs. i love you, and our ships and your continuous dedication to SP in making him such a multi-layered beautiful disaster of a muse, i’m so thankful to have you in my life, you are honestly a fucking treasure.

@kalxidoscopc - can you believe we’ve only been friends a couple of months? what can i say you are the Archie to by JB, the Sweet to my Vee. your writing and graphics are out of this world beautiful && you are a gem of a human being, and freaking hilarious #virgopower

@southsidelover - Z lbr babe, you’re actually Toni Topaz, right? but seriously, what a beautiful human inside, out. Your love of Toni and how you have fleshed her out across universes in just incredible. 11/10 human being right here, with bomb ass writing skills that i’m kinda jealous of ;)

@chaosblossomed - AAAH! i don’t have the words for how much i love your Cheryl, you were one of the first Cheryl’s I ever wrote with and i remember just falling in love with your portrayal and being like ‘shit, someone who REALLY gets Cheryl.’ you’re such a sweet person, and always an absolute delight to talk to OOC.

@yourpaljughead - WE’RE THE ICONIC SIBLING DUO that just about says it all, right? I adore V, and adore her portrayal of Juggie, always a joy to see on the dash on popping up in discord, i can literally talk to you for days about our babies. your love of one (1) boy is beautiful and you can see it in your writing. Also V is a total babe, duh.

@mademiistakes - MEG! ily, and out ability to craft up the weirdest of ships that work like SO SO MUCH. who would have thought that FP would be in love with Penny, but here we are ! JB’S MOM! how can i not love you & your beautifully unique portrayal of your muses! my lil cupcake, i’m keeping you.

@forbiddenfrut - i think it goes without saying that you are MY SISTA, we’ve been friends for forever, and i don’t know what i’d do without you some days. your writing is a gift, even the smallest of threads ( lol like we do many of those ) you manage to craft so beautifully. you’re the Lexie to my mark, the Alex to my Jo, the B to my V. My twisted sister for life, and i fucking love you babe, like real talk, love you.

@weatheredworn - started out with Amy & Mark and look where we are now? we might to talk everyday but we have that kinda thing were you can just fall right back in and i love that about our friendship. you are an amazingly talented writer, and graphics maker ( holla this girl made my amaze icons ) we’re like what? two years in now, yeah you ain’t getting rid of me now bby ;)

@ofcatears - idk why it took us to long to write together but i am so glad we are, bc let be real Jason and Josie would rule the damn school, Kitty Queen & Football King, sign me tf up girl! OOC you are a sweetheart and so easy to talk to! looking forward to seeing where these two hotheads take us <3

@oftroubledsouls - Stiles is making grabby hands, i had to tell him to sit down. your Derek is ON POINT 11/10 WOULD RECOMMEND. honestly, your grasp on him and have you have made him your own is beautiful and i love it so much, total respect for you sticking to what YOU believe in always, your writing is always a treat to see on the dash and you’re such a babe to talk to and fangirl over out babies with!

@crescentpalmed - i fucking love that you keep betty true to her character, i have so much respect for you for doing that, and it means so much to see her treated with the respect her mental illness deserves. you are such a joy to talk to, you’re open and honest and i respect that hella, lovely human being who deserves all the love.

@undeciided - giiiiirl!! we gotta write more together and that is TOTALLY on me, but I ADORE you’re muses so much, your Cheryl & Veronica will always have a very special place in my Jay-Jay’s heart!! You’re writing is always amazing, and your characterization for each of your muses is on point! you’re actually the sweetest human bean ever to grace tumblr for sure, ILY <3

OKAY SO THIS TURNED OUT WAY LONGER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE !! I HAVEN’T INCLUDED EVERYONE I WOULD LIKE TO BC I AM DOING A FOLLOW FOREVER THIS WEEK !! ONE LOVE GUYS <3

#rpc positivity week #🌪 ❛ ride or die ❜ [ promos ]#🌪 ❛ out of chaos ❜ [ ooc ]

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acourtofsnakes · 3 years

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Jetii'kad - Rogue, Chapter 22| The Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader

GIF by @di-kut

Summary: Your training with Ahsoka moves on to new, exciting levels and a comms call with Din threatens to shatter the peace of the last few weeks.

Warnings: Not too many in this actually. Swearing - I don’t think there is, but I’ll pop it on just in case, injury, falling, me making things up about Jedi training

Word Count: 5k+

A/N: Oh, dear.

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Mando’a Translation: Jetii’kad - Lightsaber; Literally: Sword of the Jedi

Another couple of weeks had passed, and things were still going incredibly well.

You were flying through your training, and Ahsoka was continually impressed with you. There were still days where your past threatened to choke you, but Ahsoka was there to help you work it through.

Din had taken to going on small hints that took him away for a few days at a time. He was comfortable and satisfied that the pair of you and the kids were safe here - and happy.

Ahsoka had previously had some trouble with the town, but that had been resolved now and she still chose to reside here on Corvus peacefully whilst looking for things herself.

So, Din had gone off after getting a comms message from Greef about some small bounty missions.

He’d been uncharacteristically like a mother hen the first time he left. You’d had to practically throw him in the Crest and send it into the sky yourself. He’d also checked in every night and morning, making sure everyone was okay and you weren’t pushing yourself too hard.

It didn’t bother you, his worrying or checking in. If anything, it just filled you with a blissfully sweet warmth that wrapped around your heart and soul.

You hadn’t had anyone do such things in… far longer than you could remember.

And maybe because you were equally as worried about him.

Oh, to be in love.

You did miss him when he was gone, there was no denying that.

He had been by your side almost every single day since he picked you up on Sorgan, and to not have him there was a bit of a shock. You found yourself turning around to say something to him... only he wasn’t there. It wasn’t just the conversation either, it was the little things.

Like the brush of his hand over your lower back or hand, his shoulder bumping against yours as you walked, him flanking you like a broad, metallic guard.

Even just the sound of his laughter or the soft clink of beskar as he moved.

It felt like he had taken a limb with him, leaving you unbalanced and off-centre.

Although had you been truly on your own, it would have been a hell of a lot worse. But there were a few things in particular that made it easier. Training, the kids and Ahsoka of course, but mainly... the next thing you had moved onto.

Lightsaber training.

You hadn’t expected to even get near the training sabers - poles of the same size and near weight of lightsabers, used to get acquainted with the momentum and movements - for months. But Ahsoka had informed you a couple days ago that she truly believed you were ready so soon. Like you were born for this.

You were ecstatic, beside yourself with glee when you told Din over your comms call that night that you’d be starting. The man had been so proud of you, complimenting you the whole call until the praise turned his voice to a lower pitch, that honey rasp that heated your blood and your call had turned into a very different kind of praise and reward until the early hours of the morning.

All the stars above, this man would be the death of you one day.

Ahsoka had pretended not to notice the lingering flush on your cheeks the next morning as she set you to work with the poles, explaining the basics of grip and balance.

At first, you were rather clumsy. Your weapons of choice were either a bow, daggers or long knives. At the most, you’d sometimes practised with Din’s beskar spear, but a saber would be a length between your longest knife and Din’s spear.

Hence why you spent the first day with the training pole slipping out of your hands, nearly taking off your foot at one point.

However, you kept going, determined to prove that Ahsoka’s pride and instincts about you hadn’t been wrong.

That your own steadily growing belief in yourself hadn’t been wrong either.

After your nightly calls with Din, you took yourself off to the edge of the clearing, practicing your saber movements.

You worked through the drills Ahsoka gave you in the day, spinning and whirling until you could move across the floor of the clearing silently, whipping the training pole through the air like an extension of your arm.

You knew a real one would take more practice, more care and precision but this was a good start – you were proud of yourself, actually.

There was only one thing bothering you and you hadn’t told Din or Ahsoka.

See, there was this… feeling inside you. A small, swirling darkness that sat in your chest.

It wasn’t the same as the heavy cloud that sometimes lowered over your mood and mind… No, this was a different kind of darkness.

This darkness yearned for… destruction. Devastation.

To bring down pain and fury on all of those that hurt you. To tear apart their lives the way yours had been torn. But not just your life, but the people that had hurt Din and Grogu.

Those who had made Ahsoka choose to banish herself.

And it scared you because, well… you had wanted those things for a long, long time. From back when your powers were once again dormant, and you often hesitated between knocking a hunter out – or killing them. And when that dark cloud had first emerged, it gave you the power to butcher those who dared come after you.

That was the first time your bounty price has risen. Word got out that you were taking down elite members of the Guild, Stormtroopers, high ranking noble fighters from far off planets.

The scared little girl with no family had given way to a deadly assassin who would strike with the speed of a serpent and had the venom of one too.

That same version of yourself often walked in your dreams, and lately, you felt her lingering at the shadows around your peripheral. She had risen from her long slumber, triggered perhaps by the understanding of Haran’s words, back when he had kidnapped you.

This assassin… she would recognise the horrors he had committed, the monster that prowled in his skin but… she would understand. Because the same monster prowled beneath her own skin.

Two kindred spirits who’s lives had been torn apart by monsters who refused to understand.

And last night… last night you’d awoken from a dream-like state, only to find yourself nearly a mile from the camp.

As if you were going for that hunt right away.

You’d been shaken, that lingering craving for destruction still sitting heavy in your chest as you hurried back to camp.

No.

You couldn’t tell the others at all.

“So, are you ready to move onto the next stage of your training today?” Ahsoka faced you across the clearing you often practiced in, the strange, murky haze shifting today to something closely resembling sunlight.

You nodded, trying not to look too eager as you watched her, limbs already loosened up and warmed, ready to go. “Ready.”

Ahsoka smiled a little at your eagerness, her hands clasped behind her back, “Now, this is usually something that Jedi get trained to do near the end of their learning. After they’ve mastered the essentials of the Force, honed them to use in everyday life and in battle, they have to learn the theory and history of this next part. Then extensive training and only after they’ve proved with the practice weapons that they won’t take off someone’s leg or their own arm, then they are simply just considered for this next phase.”

You began to read where she was going with this, and you had to bite your lip to contain the squeal of excitement that threatened to burst forth from your chest.

She knew this, of course.

“But, you’ve risen up through the training quicker than even I thought. And with the life you lead… I don’t see why you aren’t ready.” She moved her arms from behind her, holding out her hand.

She was holding out a tube.

A sleek, silver tube that was ever so slightly curved… it was one of her own.

She was going to let you train with one of her own lightsabers.

Your head snapped up to look at her as your breathing caught in your throat, “Ashoka… This is… I can’t use this. What if I break it?” You gripped your own elbows, forcing your hands not to be all grabby and reach for it like they so desperately yearned to.

Ahsoka chucked softly despite herself, “What did I teach you?” She still held out the saber, the hazy sun glinting off of the metal.

You thought back to all your lessons, but already knew where she was going with this, “Never doubt my Master.”

She raised an eyebrow, wiggling the tube almost teasingly, “And?”

You puffed out a breath through your cheeks, rolling your eyes, “Never doubt myself.” You shot her a look, all playful, friendly bantering… because she was right.

She grinned beautifully, a rare sight, “See. I wouldn’t let you touch this if I didn’t think you were ready. Or trust you.” Her expression softened, “You have nothing to fear from yourself, Padawan.” She used the name affectionately, remembering it from her own times of being young and unsure, eager to prove herself.

You studied her face, reading the confidence there, the understanding, and you thought of the belief in yourself that had been regrowing for a while now. Almost immediately, your shoulders relaxed, and you let go of your arms, instead reaching out for the saber. You hesitated for a brief moment, but then took it, holding it carefully and bringing it back toward your body.

As soon as you touched it, you could have sworn it thrummed with energy, a gentle pulse that sung through your blood and veins and spoke to you. It made you feel immediately… whole. Settled.

This had been what you were missing.

Ahsoka watched you, studying the was your face softened, the light growing in your eyes. Your stance had changed too, more balanced and self-assured. “Activate it.”

You looked up at her, holding your breath for a moment and you lifted the saber, taking a second to think.

All your life… had been leading to this moment, really.

As soon as you activated this saber, you were stepping into the role that had been in your blood, always. Not a Jedi, but something different.

Entirely unique.

Every trauma you had gone through, every wave of pain as you tried to restrain your true self. The stigma and fear, the admiration from those that believed and chose to help you… even if it had ended up in their own demise, despite your best efforts.

This all flashed through your mind quickly, before it cleared. Emptying of everything but the cool, flowing feeling of the Force and so, you shifted your thumb and activated it.

Glowing, white energy burst upward as the crystal was activated, pushing away the murky haze and filling the small area around you with that pure light.

Beautiful, radiant… true.

Ahsoka Tano smiled more, activating her remaining lightsaber with that pulsing hum, “And now we begin.”

The moon shone high in the murky sky, casting everything with a milky glow as you settled into your tree of choice.

It was your nightly call to Din, and you often called him whilst perched in one of the more substantial trees, so as to not disturb Ahsoka with the noise. You knew she fell asleep late and rose early, but you still wanted to be polite.

It was also more to make sure Grogu didn’t wake up – he was a little monster for not going back to sleep again. Din called in the day sometimes, to speak to Grogu but the nights… they were just for the two of you.

You watched the hologram display, which told you the call was patching through.

Your model of the comms watch didn’t allow for video calls, but its sound quality was crystal clear, almost as if you were standing right next to Din.

You almost hadn’t been able to wait for your call tonight, to tell him all about your day learning.

The training had gone… really, really well.

Ahsoka had shown you the basics of handling the saber so you wouldn’t slice through your toes, how to move with the glowing beacon of energy and use it most effectively.

It was different to the training spears, but it was a concept you grasped quickly.

Your past training and skill in combat came in useful, for you were already light and nimble on your feet.

The pair of you had trained over and over, until you were both dancing across the clearing, spinning and leaping around each other, aided by the Force and lighter than the air itself.

It was a spectacular light show for the kids, who were cheering – or meowing – in delight throughout the whole thing.

And, at the end, when you were both panting and a little flushed, Ahsoka had dropped to a knee in front of you, inclining her head in a soft bow, “It’s an honour to fight with you, and teach you.”

Ahsoka Tano… praising you. Feeling honoured by you.

By the Maker and all the stars above, you still couldn’t get over that.

There was more to learn, much more, but Ahsoka had been so impressed, she promised a day off tomorrow where the four of you would explore some of the rare, beautiful spots on the planet.

You had so much to tell Din.

It took Din little longer than usual for him to answer, but you put that down simply to the distance between you, and the storm that Ahsoka said was going to roll in soon.

A few minutes later, the ringing tone pinged, and Din’s voice filled the air, “Hey, sweetheart.”

Those two simple words, the gentle rasp of them that was all honey and roughness just instantly soothed your very soul. It caressed over your body, much like Din’s hands, and you let out a soft sigh, your chest loosening, “Hey, Din… How are you?”

There was a lot of wind his end, rushing through the mic but then it stopped, like he’d turned a different way, “I’m okay, tired. But better hearing your voice.”

Sweet-talker.

You grinned to yourself, tilting back your head, “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” Your leg swung lazily from the branch, a picture of relaxation now that you were talking to your love.

Din grunted, the wind suddenly roaring through the line again, blocking out whatever he was saying to you.

You frowned, wincing as the gust made the line all staticky, “Din, what are you doing? It sounds like you’re on the back of one of those reptavian from Nevarro.” However, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, a sense telling you that you weren’t going to like whatever came next.

There were a few moments hesitation, and you could almost hear Din wishing the ground – or maybe air – would swallow him whole, “Um…”

Oh.

You really weren’t going to like this.

Dread coiled with apprehension in your belly, a tight feeling creeping along your skin, “Um? What do you mean, um? Tell me, Din.” There was a sharpness to your tone, one that he knew well.

It was a ‘don’t you dare lie to me’ tone.

A very soft noise over the wind and Din started to speak, but then was cut off by a burst of rapid, loud fire.

Blaster fire.

He was being shot at.

Your heart nearly dropped through your stomach, and you had to grab hold of the tree branch so you didn’t fall out. A light trembling shook your hands, but your voice was still steady, “Din Djarin, was that blaster fire?!”

It sounded like Din seemingly retaliated, because then his voice came back, “Okay… Okay, promise me you won’t get mad.” There was a pleading note to his words, but it seemed like he was cringing, waiting for the blow up.

“Too late.” You hissed those two words through gritted teeth, heart pounding with fear in your chest. “If you keep avoiding my questions, it’s going to get a whole lot worse.”

Din sucked in a breath, and then let it out all in a rush, “I’m at an Imperial base.”

Silence from you.

So quiet, Din would have been able to hear the owls in the trees. Maybe even the fire crackling down below.

The words echoed around in your mind slowly, unfolding and repeating.

He had to be joking. Din wouldn’t be that reckless.

“Sweetheart…?” Din was hesitant, worried by your silence, when he’d been expected fire - and shouting.

You closed your eyes, more to rein in your impending anger, to give you something to focus on, so that your voice remained quiet when you spoke, “And what, might I ask, are you doing at an Imperial base?”

He audibly swallowed, still grunting and seemingly dodging the shots being fired at him from Stormtroopers, “Well, I was on a hunt and I found talk of an Imp base nearby causing trouble in the town. I asked what it was and…” He hesitated for a second before realising that might simultaneously worry you and make you even more mad “And the townspeople told me they were looking for someone. Someone with a huge bounty… a girl.”

It was like someone poured ice water over your body.

There was a whole Imp base… looking for you?

Sure, a few Stormtroopers had come after you before, and then those ones that had ambushed you before Haran showed up but... a whole base…

Don’t think about that though. That’s secondary.

“Okay… And what, they sold you out to the Imps? Told them you were hunting nearby?” Maybe you had jumped to conclusions a little quickly.

Of course Din wouldn’t have gone to a base and ambushed it. If the townspeople wanted to stop the trouble, maybe they thought giving information to the Imps would be a good idea. It would make sense. Plenty of people had sold you out the very same way to save themselves, and you hadn’t been able to blame them.

More blaster fire, but it was a little further away this time. It still didn’t stop you flinching with each shot, waiting for the inevitable grunt of pain from Din.

“Uhm… not exactly. I… asked Cara and a few old friends to help me. We… infiltrated it and tried to find the information they had on you, but they realised who we were.” Din’s voice was halted, stumbling over the word ‘infiltrated’. It was choked somehow, as if was grappling with retelling you the story.

Something had happened in there… And then it occurred to you.

If they infiltrated the base… Din wouldn’t have bene able to waltz in there with his beskar armour on.

He would have to have blended in.

Which meant… he took off the armour.

Before you could mention it, he was talking, his words quieter in that voice that meant trouble, “We managed to get out and…”

The trembling had taken over your entire body, a voice in your head chiming that Din was lying, that he was joking with you because he wouldn’t do this, he wouldn’t do what you knew he was going to say… “And?” A single word, weighted.

You heard Din swallow, and then, “We kind of… blew it up…”

Silence, again.

Laughter then suddenly burst from your mouth, albeit slightly hysterical laughter, but still. One minute you were staring at the moon in utter horror, and the next you were doubled over in fits of giggles.

“Sweetheart…?” Now Din just sounded concerned. He had expected another blow up the moment you realised what was going on, and so far, none of it had happened the way he thought. And now here you were, laughing?

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you, “I’m sorry, it’s just – for a moment there, I really believed you!” You covered your mouth, trying to stifle the increasing hysteria, “I really believed you had infiltrated an Imperial base with a tiny crew, to find information out on me you could have got from capturing an Imp, and then you make it even better by trying to convince me you blew up a base!” You leant back against the tree, your heart rate picking up unsteadily, sweat pooling in your hands and you felt your power thrum through your blood.

“Darling - ”

“Ooh, you really nearly had me there, Din. And I’m so glad you’re joking, because no way would you yell at me endlessly for getting kidnapped and then plunged into a frozen lake – none of which was my fault – telling me I’m reckless and stupid… and then go off on a little joyride to destroy Imperial strongholds.” The laughter was melting away, your voice getting more frantic and pleading, like you were begging him to tell you he was joking.

The wind rushed through the comm’s call again, the sounds of Din twisting in the air, presumably with the Rising Phoenix to steer clear of the ground forces, “Sweetheart, listen to me.” His voice was steady, soothing, “I’m fine, okay? I’m completely fine. I’m not doing this to be reckless, or stupid, or hypocritical. They have information on you and there are hundreds of them. If they’re gone, they can’t hurt you. They won’t know where to find you.”

His words were doing nothing to soothe you, “Don’t patronise me, Din. You can’t tell me you’re fine and then tell me there are hundreds of Troopers after you. There are only… what, four of you?” Your breathing was coming in sharp pants now, images of Din’s broken body, blood on white armour and dark dungeons flashing through your mind’s eye.

“Five.” Din spoke the word softly, and you nearly didn’t hear it over the rushing wind and sounds of fighting.

Another laugh that sounded more like a sob, “Oh, five? Like that’s so much better!! I don’t doubt your abilities, Din. You know I believe in you more than anything in the world, but this is… I can’t believe you would do this.” The words were a trembled whisper at the end, fear clutching at your heart once more. It was starting to choke you, turn your blood to slush and your bones to ice.

The thought of losing him was something that kept you awake frequently. Sometimes it would hit you out of nowhere in the day, the idea of living the rest of your life without them by your side.

Gone, little more than a gravestone and memories.

The thought made you physically sick, having you have to run to the nearest place to expel that terror in heaving gasps.

You’d hidden that from Ahsoka and Din too.

Distantly, it occurred to you that you should hang up, let him have his full concentration back but… you couldn’t help the horrid thought that if you hung up... you would never speak to him again.

Din knew this, heard it all in the tone of your voice, in the things you couldn’t and didn’t need to say. He knew you weren’t mad at him, not like that. It was the same anger he had felt when he thought he’d lost you. The gut-wrenching fear of not being able to do anything – the anger at the helplessness. “I promise you; everything is okay. I will be fine; my friends will be fine, and no one will get hurt. We’re nearly done already. Breathe, sweetheart. You’re not going to lose me. We promised each other, remember?”

That’s true… you had. You’d promised each other that you would never part this life alone. When one left, the other would follow.

You swallowed, trying to take a deep breath in through your nose and out your mouth, “Okay…. Okay. Just… come home, okay?”

“Of course, darling. I’ll be home just as soon as-”

A piercing pulse shattered his voice, searing through the speaker on your watch with its resounding whistle.

Your breathing exercises halted immediately, “Din? Din?!”

No, no no no -

It means nothing. Just a close call knocking out the signal, that’s all. That’s all it is.

A burst of static shot into the night air, and then you heard broken up, jagged snippets of Din’s voice, undeterminable pieces of speech.

“Din, Din I can’t hear you. You’re breaking up... Are you okay? Tell me you’re okay, please Din.” Your throat closed up again, the dark beast in your chest snarling as it tasted that terror, feeding on it and spreading through you with those horrific images.

The part of you that craved destruction, that shadowy assassin woke up, bringing forth the vengeance, ready to tear them apart piece by piece if Din had been hurt.

More static and wind and then something that you would haunt your waking and sleeping dreams for a very, very long time.

The signal unjammed, and clear as crystal, you heard Din’s broken cry of pain. Of agony.

A harsh noise you had never heard before.

It was stunned, dragged from within him by a wound that must have hit deep and sudden.

The world seemed to go still on its axis, everything slowing down to a halt.

The entwined golden threads of your lives pulled taut, stretching apart from each other.

Your heart tore to pieces.

“DIN!!” His name broke on a sobbing cry, making the surrounding birds take flight from the bare branches, causing Grogu to wake up down below but you didn’t care.

The line had just gone silent, just as one of those threads began to fray.

He was falling.

Down, down, down toward the ground, smoke billowing from his back.

He was an exploding star, a falling planet, hurtling toward the floor with a speed he couldn’t reduce.

Thirty metres.

The speed of his fall and the force of it caused darkness to pull over his vision momentarily, casting everything into shadow and silence before it all came flooding back.

Everything was a blur of colour, whipping past the visor of his helmet in a smudge of brown, grey and green. The wind roared past him, battering the armour that used to be his savour, soon to be his tomb.

Twenty metres.

The impact of the ground on his armour would shatter his bones and spine, cracking his head open and ending him instantly.

Maybe he’d be lucky, and it wouldn’t be painful.

Or he’d pass out before he crashed.

Ten metres.

His family was safe, at least. That eased his mind somewhat. It would be hard getting off the planet, but they’d find a way.

Eight metres.

There’d be nothing left of him to find. An anonymous man in a beskar tomb, body broken beyond recognition. The people who would soon find him may very well be the first to see his face in… years.

Six metres.

And they weren’t the right ones.

They weren’t her.

No, he’d finally reached a place where he felt safe to reveal himself. Only his hands first, but that was enough. He wanted to give more, so very badly but… he just couldn’t, not yet. But that was okay. He knew she’d understand, be more than happy with that reveal of the very pieces of his anatomy that had started all of this.

His hands, running over her skin, tracing the delicate work of her tattoo.

Three metres.

Two meters.

“I love you.” His gasped words were snatched by the air before they even left his lips, and he hoped the wind would carry them to the person they had always belonged to.

One metre.

“Goodbye, cyar'ika.”

“Thank you for showing me a world worth living.”

~~~

“Sir?”

The young woman’s voice was steady and strong, breaking him from his thoughts as she knocked on the door to the war room. She’d been working here for a year now and had swiftly risen up the ranks.

She was essentially his right hand, and he knew she wore that token proudly. There were no official titles given, but she was his best officer.

She had been the one to locate the Mandalorian the first time around – and had also been the one to find the girl.

That was why he had felt confident when she suggested hiring the Shadow-Born hunter to track them both down. And she hadn’t been wrong yet.

“What is it, officer?”

She saluted, then stood tall, shoulders back, chin raised enough to be respectful, but not so much it was defiant. She looked him in the eyes, “We’ve found him, sir. He was responsible for blowing up the Imperial base, along with a group of friends, including another Mandalorian, an ex-Shock Trooper, a wanted assassin and a prisoner from the Karthon Chop Fields. The Hunter shot him out of the sky and has already apprehended him. The accomplices are so far unaccounted for.”

A faint smile passed the man’s lips, hunger and victory setting a dark fire in his eyes. He nodded his head to the young officer, “Never-mind the rabble. Good work, officer. Tell them to bring him here. There will already be a cell prepared for him. You know which one.”

The woman nodded, inclining her head and then she headed off, but not before he saw the small smile she allowed herself.

Good work indeed.

She had done more in the past twelve months than any of his senior officers had. Maybe he should see about naming her his official right hand.

He turned back to the large open window of the cruiser, clasping his hands behind his back, breathing in a deep sigh.

Finally.

When the Hunter had let the girl slip through his fingers, he’d been worried that he was being played for a fool. The hunter was unreliable, working to his own twisted agenda. If the Hunter betrayed him, there was no chance for the success and power that he deserved.

But he needn’t have worried at all.

He now had the one thing that would guarantee the girls cooperation. He had hoped for the Child too, but he could wait for that.

It may have been slow going, and people may have called him deluded for trying to bring back the old ways… but here was the proof that things were finally going the way Moff Gideon had planned it all along.

~~~

If only he knew that his plan had been set in motion by another. The successes were not his to claim.

The King of Shadows and Destruction was sitting at his board of death, moving each piece as the endgame approached, the final checkmate that would put to rest years and years of waiting and scheming.

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strodestabbings · 7 years

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SHIPPING INFO // answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. don’t reblog.

𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛’𝘚 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘛𝘗(𝘚) 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌?: For Laurie, I mainy only have Laurie/The Huntress, but I also have become fond of Laurie/Meg, as well as Laurie/The Pig! I haven’t interacted enough to actually develop any sort of ship with another writer, but I’m sure it’ll happen eventually!

𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘙𝘗 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘐𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘚 𝘛𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗𝘗𝘐𝘕𝘎?: Practically everything, except straight up NSFW (smut)! The farthest I’ll go in the more physical parts of the relationships would most likely be steamy make-out sessions, but anything after that is a big no for me. But everything else is perfectly fine with me! Want to have them fight? Go for it! Want to have one of them literally die? Sure!! I love to write ships as realistic, so I’m open to a lot.

𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘓𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘌 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘎𝘌 𝘎𝘈𝘗 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘉𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘐𝘛 𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘌?: It honestly depends. By default, I say anything that is 11/12+ years between is pushing it, but if I find the chemistry & dynamics between Laurie & our muse simpy amazing, I think I’d make an exception. All muses of course must be over 18, however, Laurie does not date down.

𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗𝘗𝘐𝘕𝘎?: Not really. I do have my preferences, & definitely want a good chemistry & bond between our muses. I will not just instantly write shipping as first interaction, but it doesn’t take too long, I just appreciate our muses to have feasible chemistry to work.

𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘍𝘈𝘙 𝘋𝘖 𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘈𝘔𝘠 𝘔𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘚 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘎𝘖 𝘉𝘌𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠’𝘙𝘌 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞?: Once hands get a bit too grabby, I call it quits. You must remember that I am a minor, & therefore stay away from straight up sex & sexual relations as 1) it’s technically illegal in a sort. & 2) such topics make me uncomfortable, & are morally innapropriate for me to write.

𝘞𝘏𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘚 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏?: Gosh, as of right now, I don’t really have a specific other set of blogs I ship Laurie with :,) I haven’t necessarily interacted enough yet to have any haha, but it probably will change sometime!

𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘚𝘒 𝘛𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘠𝘖𝘜?: I’d like that, yes! Not because I may not ship it or will get angry, I just want to be aware that we both would like to make their relationship established & that we both agree & are aware of their relationship!!

𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘖𝘍𝘛𝘌𝘕 𝘋𝘖 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗?: As long as I see a working & interesting dynamic & we both want to see our muses become an official ship, I’m cool!!

𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗 𝘖𝘉𝘚𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘖𝘙 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌-𝘖𝘙-𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚?: I do like to ship, yes, as I find relationships to be an important part of a person’s life. But that does not mean just romantic relationships. My writing preference is very realistic, so though I would like to write Laurie in relationship(s), I won’t get upset if she doesn’t have one or if she just can’t seem to find the one. I do get passionate about my ships, but there is so much more to a character than their romantic lives.

𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘔𝘜𝘓𝘛𝘐𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗?: Absolutely!!

𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐𝘚 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘍𝘈𝘝𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗 𝘐𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘊𝘜𝘙𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘍𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘔?: Oh gosh, I have quite a bit! Right now, I have The Huntress/Ace { blame @queenevaine <3 }, Dwight/Jake, Meg/D.Tapp, & The Nurse/Michael Myers! I have a bunch more, but these are my favorites!

𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠, 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘠𝘖𝘜?: Simply be realistic. Don’t expect things to always be fluffy & cuddly, relationships like that are very 2-dimensional & unrealistic. There is going to be rough times, sad times, mad times, fights, crying, but there also is going to be those lovely, calm, & adoring times. Laurie is a human being, so she’s going to act like that, & nobody is safe from making mistakes.

#..Say Something for the Last Time #romantic #shipping info #shipping #{{ just a little guide to help those who may ever want to write a ship!!

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please-beam-me-up · 6 years

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ooh i got tagged by @scarlettmarlen88 to do this ask thing!

1. Name: scarlet

2. Nickname: passum by @dead-eyed-botanist

3. Height: i dont actually know?? 5′8″ i think

4. Orientation: who fuckin knows dude

5. Nationality: professional british knob

6. Favourite fruit: luv mangoes but could go 4 a good apple cause im a basic bitch

7. Favourite season: early autumn is. so good. crisp + chilly.

8. Favourite flower: orchids cause they don’t die when i grow em

9. Favourite scent: art room smell

10. Favourite colour: firetruck red like my namesake obvs, also like, pale greyish purple is v good

11. Favourite animal: raccoons? possums, rats, geckos... small animals w the little grabby hands? pure.

12. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate? all of the above??

13. Average sleep hours: 6-7 mb

14. Dogs or cats? cats cats cats!!

15. Favourite fictional character: (of the week?) data, spiderman

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: 1

17. Dream trip: anywhere low budget with good food nd some mates

18. Blog created: no idea.. last year sometime?

19. Follower count: ahahaha 19,, (@ my mutuals how bout a promo heheh)

20. Random fact: one of my middle names is a brand of video game

i taggg @bluerin12 @penknight @ghostpuppets @dead-eyed-botanist @fair-lead @like-a-moris-moss @midnight-spaghetti @endoferasandallthings

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burstbombbitch · 7 years

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In-depth Character Sheet

Credit to Sir Ender at this writing forum.

Reblog or repost. DO NOT remove credit.

TAGGED BY: @doublerosa

TAGGING: hoo boy here it comes. the squad ofc @sturmazing, @musesoiree (for dustin, and anyone else but there’s so much dude), @coriignis and @theseasirens for any blog. all my lovely friends @silentisms. @fireflym @seelostsouls (u can choose a blog) @eudaiimonia @gottaxroll @splashysquid

---fuck there’s so many of you to tag jesus please just take it if you see this. i love all of you.

i wrote this like a week ago i’m sorry no obligation to actually do this bc it took me SO LONG pls dont suffer

FULL NAME: Bonbon Charbonneau MEANING: “Charcoal Chocolate”, essentially. Meant to refer to a nasty outside, but sweet inside. NICKNAME: Bon, Bonnie, BB, Bunny. MEANING: No one wants to say her repetitive full name, lmfao. AGE: 20 BIRTHDAY: December 5th. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Sagittarius. GENDER: Cis Female. ALLERGIES: None. SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual / Panromantic. THEME SONG(S): (Octospy) (Normal) (Octoqueen)

APPEARANCE HAIR COLOR: Pastel pink, bordering on white. HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: A pair of super long tentacles, styled in two buns. EYES COLOR: Lilac, with star-shaped pink pupils. HEIGHT: 3′11′‘ | 119.38 cm. WEIGHT: 69 lbs | 31.3 kg. OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Lolita, essentially. Really girly and proper. Occasionally will dress way, way, down, usually during or after a tournament. DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): Bio-luminescent “freckles” all over her body. SELF CARE(MAKE UP): Lots. Usually winged eyeliner and scarlet eye-shadow. FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Prissy, proper, elegant. SKIN COLOR: Dark brown. BODY TYPE/BUILD: Pear-shaped. Large thighs, strong, long legs, and slightly toned biceps. DEFAULT EXPRESSION: A small, haughty smile, with half-lidded mischievous eyes. POSTURE: Straight, hands usually on hips, Weight leaning to one side. PIERCINGS: None, presently. DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Her voice is very confident despite not being relatively loud. She speaks without filler words or stammers. It has a very regal sound to it, where her words are careful to come out, but dance upon the air with grace. Statements tend to end with a crescendo, regardless of whether or not it is a question. Exaggerates words frequently. Strict pronunciation. Extremely proper. (Voice Claim)

RELATIONSHIPS MOM: Céleste Charbonneau HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: When she’s feeling playful, Céleste is definitely the one she runs to. She gets along with her well, although her mother’s extroverted energy does grow tiresome and she eventually retreats to her own room for solitude. DAD: Clair Charbonneau HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: He is the sensible one of the family. She finds herself closer to him than her sometimes eccentric mother. They spend a lot of time together, reading books and watching movies. He did most of her homeschooling, alongside hiring well-established tutors, before deciding that he would release her into the world. If she knew the decision to deafen her was his, she might be more inclined to be less loving. SIBLINGS: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. CHILDREN: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. PAST LOVER(S): N/A. CURRENT LOVER: N/A. REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: She makes snap decisions on whether or not the person is worth her time. By default, she’s very smug and arrogant, finding them to be more of a thing to play with than someone to converse with. She’s not above manhandling someone to make them more amusing to her. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: She attempts to take charge and do all of the work to get out of the circumstance of having to work with anyone. When she must cooperate, though, she is relatively tolerable, for she doesn’t want to screw someone else (unless it benefits her) over. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: Shy, anxious. She doesn’t like reminders of herself. She’ll goad them to make them do something. She definitely tries to invoke some sort of other trait out of them. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): Her parents were both extremely overprotective of her, a trait she fails to displace when she has children. They were very lenient with her as well, besides the whole ruining her early life, making her more prone to gently guiding her children without imposing her will onto them.

PERSONALITY ...WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: Confident. Placid. Elegant. ...AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Excitable. Bubbly. Childish. ...AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Sarcastic. Sassy. Snide. FAVORITE COLOR: Lilac. FAVORITE FOOD: Tea and cream-filled pastries! FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cats, spiders. FAVORITE ELEMENT: Air. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Grey. LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Eggs LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Shark HOBBIES: Singing, dancing, shopping, and video gaming. USUAL MOOD: Relaxed. Calm. DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Nope. She drinks very, very infrequently. DARK VERSION OF SELF: gestures at the octospy verse LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: gestures at inkling idol verse HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: She holds herself relatively seriously. CLASS IN AN RPG: Cleric, Archer, Mage. BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Kinda, yeah. (IN)DEPENDENT: Independent. VULNERABILITY: Hearing problems. Mentions of war. Divulged secrets. OPINION ON SWEARING: Abominable. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Daredevil. MUSIC TYPE: She’s fond of so many genres, provided it’s not ear-shattering. She can find the best in all types of music. MOVIE TYPE: So bad, it’s good / Romance / Thriller BOOK TYPE: Adventure / Mystery / Romance COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: About 65 F. SLEEPING PATTERN: Sleeps about 8-10 hours a day. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Obsessively neat. DESIRED PET: Either a tarantula or a kitten. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Sleeping, or reading books. BIGGEST SECRET: Her song and dance are fueled by her synaesthesia. HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: Her grandmother, Nia Di Napoli. WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: Cat FEARS: Silence, large bodies of water, loneliness. COMFORTS: Sensory objects, tactility, sleeping.

HOW DO THEY REACT TO… DANGER: Face it head on. She’s very cocksure. SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Tease and torment. She’d egg them on and flirt with them, knowing she’s just grinding them beneath her heel. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Lighting up! Squealing! Storm of kisses! Lots of touching. God knows her voice is going to reach killer wail levels of painful pitch. DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Wailing, violence, shutting down as a whole. Non-stop aggression. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: Continue trying, nonstop---literally. Someone’s gonna have to intervene. INJURY: Grin and bear it. SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE: Lip biting. Grabby hands. Lighting up, again. Bouncing on her heels.

HISTORY BIOGRAPHY: Born a synaesthetic, Lady Charbonneau’s family fretted for her sensitive hearing. As a result, they silenced and removed her from the world, raising her as if she had been deaf from birth. Their only child remained a mystery to most of Inkopolis, locked behind closed doors for her own “safety”. Her close friend, Nia Di Napoli, frequently removed the headphones that muted everything, helping her solidify the courage to defy their decision while giving her the opportunity to adapt to sounds she had yet to experience.

This habit of babying her remained throughout her adolescence. Despite training efficiently in self-defense, and constant attempts at proving herself worthy of respect, her family reciprocated with buying out her Turf War matches and downplaying her ability. Finding that out coaxed her into sneaking into the Adult Ranked Matches late at Inkopolis Tower, where they couldn’t bribe people into losing. Of course, dealing with high ranked squids while being only C- yourself grew tiresome, but persistence eventually brought her to S+ at age 17.

Desperate to receive some fragment of respect, Bonbon put herself up for drafting come her eighteenth birthday. The Charbonneau family has a long-standing history of war, benefiting troops through monetary and physical means. One of the elders, Bourbon Charbonneau, fought valiantly as a captain in the Great Turf War hundreds of years ago. Keeping up the legacy, she thought, was her only chance of being her own person.

While every decision has seemingly furthered her depression, she continues on a path already tread in the hopes that such a safe route will bring about some sort of reward, even if it isn’t bountiful. Another option for her, her ability to sing entrancing songs, lies in wait, hoping to be utilized.

FIRST APPEARANCE: A mysterious, minuscule pinkling took a tournament by storm without even giving a word as to her age, rank, or background... and donated the proceeds to charity?

KNOWLEDGE LANGUAGES: Inkling, Sign Language, Human French, Written Octarian, Learning Hylian. SCHOOLING LEVEL: College student, essentially. FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): Linguistics and Theatre INTERESTED CAREERS: She wishes she knew. She’d love to actually sing, though. EXPERTISE: Theatre, Song and Dance. CHEMISTRY: A MATH: A LANGUAGE: A+ GEOGRAPHY: B POLITICS/LAW: B- COOKING: F, until she pays off the teacher. MECHANICS: C BOTANY (FLOWERS): A MYTHOLOGY: A DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): A+++

READING LEVEL: College graduate. HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Always have a plan!

ROMANCE . DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: Definitely. She’s very needy and you’ll know it immediately. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): While very avoidant when crushing, she’s super clingy and affectionate when dating. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Ladylike with a dash of klutzy. She shows her real side if she really trusts her partner, so they have to deal with a near 180 of the persona she shows on a daily basis. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: Jump into! She puts all her apples in one basket. PROTECTIVE: Extremely. She’s very feral and primitive at times. ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: Her lover has to be her best friend. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: She actively stalks her partner’s wishlists or things they see as they cruise around together, and has them anonymously delivered, as it she wasn’t obvious. If she hasn’t a clue, she’ll start sending dorky things she thinks are nice to try to gauge their interest. TYPE OF KISSER: She steals small kisses, before elongating them with lots of lip tugging. Definitely fond of it. The type to really get into it. DO THEY WANT KIDS: Not really, but can be easily persuaded. DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: Yes. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: She has a tendency to make bad ones, but hopefully her partner corrects that. :^) Or at least doesn’t let her. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Yes, albeit cheesy and dorky deep down... HOW ARE THEY IN BED: She prefers to be dominant, and that’s all I’ll say. GET JEALOUS EASY: Not if she is trusting of her partner, but she is definitely very anxious and wonders if she’s good enough frequently. WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: Uh, no. MARRY FOR MONEY: click this. FAVORITE SEX POSITION: uh WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: A nice long exploration through untraveled territory---just the two of them. Lots of hand-holding, kisses, and cuddles. Good food would definitely seal the deal as the best date ever. OPINION ON SEX: She’s yet to form one, although she’s occasionally thirsty. It doesn’t really come to her often. As long as it’s consensual, she’s down for anything.

#holy length batman #finally. finally slams this shit down holy #im not entirely appeased by my theme choice but i have too many songs #and its just so long ple a se #no more #✧.° ⦙ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ. — ❪ & dash games. ❫

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