#honestly I think I outdid myself this time

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Oooh new theme

Isn’t it nice? I’m a little bit obsessed with it!!

[shiny-jr]

Hey Shiny! You might have already talked about this in another post, but do you have any plans after Damnation? I love your work and am sorry about all the craziness that has been going on with your work.

Hello, anon. I have actually answered this! But I'm sure it's easy to miss because it's a reblog, so I don't mind answering again. The current plan after Damnation will be the genshin x twst AU I posted about a while back. Formerly called Outlander, I changed the AU name to Empyrean.

It's something I have wanted to try my hand at for a while now, and as mentioned in previous posts, this project will be a lot bigger. I mean a lot bigger. Currently I'm envisioning 100 pages per dorm, but that number will probably grow as the further the story progresses, the more characters and issues will take place. I don't know if I can actually pull it off successfully, but I do want to try. Keep in mind, changes can be made to my plan.

Also keep in mind that I started the Damnation series like December 2022, and it's almost 2025 and I'm still working on the final pages of it. We'll just round it out and say Damnation took me roughly two years to complete, and it'll probably round out about 300 pages just for this series. So you can imagine how long Empyrean make take, if I even have the motivation to complete it, but I have been coming up with ideas for it.

Personally, I think I lowkey outdid myself when first writing for it, which I linked above. I see a lot of potential on it to explore different aspects of the characters, mention important topics, and also still have a lot of creative freedom. But it's still a big project, and it's honestly sort of intimidating looking at it now and imaging what could become of it and how much time and effort I'll have to pour into it. But I still want to try.

Last night I took a brief break from writing for Damnation, and actually jotted down some lore bits I thought would be interesting for Empyrean. There's a Savanaclaw lore bit floating around my page somewhere, but here's an Ignihyde one if anyone's interested:

[laroserie]

— characters : Alastor, + the hotels residents (vague mention - expect for Charlie)

— content : x gender neutral reader - reader is a baker, reader is naive (for a sinner), Alastor manipulate reader into coming to the hotel, Alastor is Alastor but he's also OOC (kinda but uh who write canon Alastor anyways)

— author note : this is the second part of an (potentially yandere!) alastor x baker reader - the first part is here (also the words count is : 1.7k ) (saying that because i outdid myself lol) (also yes i know Alastor canonically do not like tea idc this mf is gonna drink tea) ++ honestly considering doing a third part because I have so much more to say and write about this

After Alastor came back from his seven years hiatus and he came for at your bakery again, he could come so often, like once every two days.

But it could take him a while to make a 'move', try to get closer to you or talk to you about the hotel but one day, he comes to your bakery and asks for an unusual amount of pastries. You don't comment on it as it's not your place - you are just a simple baker ! But you can't help but raise an eyebrow.

Alastor meant to talk to you about the hotel, not because he wanted you to reedem yourself or because he wanted to do it for Charlie - well maybe a little but he won't admit it - but more or less to keep an eye on you. By then, he isn't sure as to why he wants to keep an eye on you - his assumption is that he feels the same way toward you as he does toward Rosie. He sees you as a friend but not quite - you are the sweet baker who makes quite good pastries and you are by far one of the less annoying sinners he ever spoke to. But he feels some kind of protectiveness over you - probably because he sees you as quite meek and weak.

So obvious what could be better than inviting you to stay at the hotel ? A place where he can both protect and keep on eye on you at -nearly- all time.

Alastor took this opportunity, 'These aren't all for me, dear. They are for ... my friends ?' he started while you were wrapping up what he purchased, 'You see ... Have you heard of the Hazbin Hotel ?' he asks.

'Uhm ... The hotel run by the princess ? Yeah I've seen a bit of talk about it, why ?'

'Well ! I am the facility manager of that, hotel ! And the ... pastries are for my fellows workers and residents.' He stopped for a second to gauge your reaction to that information - which was a simple nod and a 'ohh' - he continued. 'Hm, the goal of the hotel is to help sinners redeem themselves ... could you be by chance interested ?'

This question probably takes you by surprise. By then you already finished packing Alastor order - you push it toward him on the counter. You respond hesitantly 'Ha, well ... Is it possible ? To even redeem yourself ... ?' Your smile falter a bit and you look in the void for a bit. 'I don't think redemption is for me ... If I'm here it mean I deserve it and that it's already too late ...' Alastor didn't fully expect you to react like this - he did expect that you could say 'no' at first but not that.

'But ! Anyways, there is your order, enjoy !' You said trying to end the conversation there. But alas Alastor was not the type to give up so easily.

He took his order but continued on, 'If you couldn't mind dear, please just come and visit once, to be truthful, we haven't had a whole lot of sinners coming, you just simply visiting could be wonderful, and you could help bring Charlie mood up, oh and you both could get along so well !' As he finished his sentence he turned and walked toward the door and threw you a 'Goodbye!'.

Alastor knew you enough to know that he could pull at your heart strings to get what he wanted - you were always the sensitive type, the type to care even about strangers. He was sure that he could see you 'visit' in the near future.

And well he was right ! A mere three days after you found yourself at the doorstep of the hotel. You had been waiting for a few minutes already - you were still debating on entering or just turning on your hells and going back home.

But before you could do anything the hotel door in front of you opened in a big 'slam'. And once again before you could do anything, you were dragged into the hotel in a very enthusiastic manner.

'Hello !! Are you interested in the hotel ?' A cheerful voice asked you, as she dragged you into the hall, you recognised quite easily who is was - the owner of the hotel - Charlie Morningstar. It wasn't your first time seeing her, but it was your first time seeing her up close. You had to restrain a laugh at her over-enthusiasm, you didn't want be irrespectful toward the princess of hell.

'Good morning, I am simply visiting as it was recommended by ... a friend of mine.' You saw her be a bit disappointed hearing that. 'Oh. Is there anyways you could I don't know change your mind ? Maaaaybe ?' She asked.

You a small smile appeared on your face 'Maybe. If your convincing is good enough.'

Charlie took it as a challenge, she started by showing you around the hotel, and then made you meet the residents - you spoke a bit with everyone - at the exception of Alastor how was visiting his friend in Cannibal Town. To say you were surprised knowing that the two sole residents of the hotel were one of the biggest pornstar of hell and somekind of mad inventor could be an understatement. The staff of the hotel was also something - you knew already Niffty and Husk having heard about them from Alastor and you saw and spoke with Husk a few times when he picked up orders at your bakery for Alastor. And then there was Vaggie, she seemed to be quite suspicious of you and it feel like she could gut you out as soon as you do something wrong.

By the end of the day, Charlie asked you once again if you wanted to join the hotel - you struggled to answer her - a part of you seriously started to consider joining the hotel and trying to get redeem but the other one was still wary of the idea.

But you asked her if you could come every once in a while to visit and she was overjoyed by it - you didn't join the hotel but it was still an advances to have someone visit the hotel.

You did end up visiting the hotel a lot - at some point you could come once a week - you ended up befriending most people from the hotel.

One of those day, most of the hotel residents were out - only Alastor and Niffty were at the hotel. Niffty was running around chasing cockroachs - you were having tea with Alastor.

Alastor had finally decided to move to the next steps of his plan - to have you under his grip. He started by asking you a few questions about how you felt about the hotel.

'I told you, you could get along with Charlie !' You nodded as you sipped on a cup of tea. 'Are you thinking of joining the hotel officially ?' You sighed and shake your head, 'Alastor, you already know my answer ...'

'Are you sure dear ? I truly think it could be beneficial for you to join.' He persisted. 'But, I have a bakery to run, I, I have responsibility.'

'You can continue to run your bakery while being a resident here darling ! Honestly, why don't you want to ? Please don't tell me you seriously believe you cannot be redeem, we all know that it's not true. You by far one of the most ... redeemable sinner there is' Alastor tone of voice was serious - the atmosphere shifted and suddenly the way you were sitting became uncomfortable. 'Alastor please ... Don't.' You managed to utter, your looked down at the cup between your hands.

'What, I am simply saying the truth. I am just asking you to enlighten me as to why you don't think you should at least try to redeem yourself and join heaven.' You looked up to see Alastor with his usual smile plastered on his face - it felt wrong, you felt yourself crack. 'There is no real reasons to be frank, I just know that it's not possible, that it's not right ...'

Alastor shacks his head, 'If you don't do it for yourself please do it for Charlie, you both are dear friends now right ? Couldn't you like to make her happy by becoming a resident and attempting to cleanse yourself of your sins ? Ah, it could even make me happy ...' He pulled out the last card in his deck - once again he knew that playing with your feelings could be the easiest way to get you to stay - and so he did.

He could see you hesitate a bit, 'Are you sure ...? What if she learn that I don't believe in it truly ? I do not wish to be hypocritical ... isn't that a sin itself ?' Alastor laughed a little hearing you, 'You shouldn't worry about that darling. The important thing is the end result - not how you got it. Who cares if you aren't honest ? And if it's stay between the two of us, Charlie will never know.' You took a few minutes to think - weighting the pros and cons.

You sighed and nodded your head, 'Sure, I mean what could go wrong ... ha.'. Alastor smiles 'Exactly dear !', he took a sip of tea, 'Now, shall we do the paperwork now ?', he didn't wait for an answer and just pulled out a stack of papers and a pen out of Satan know here and slided them toward you.

You didn't brother to question him and just took the pen in hand, 'Do I really need to read all of that ?' you said pointing to the small toward of papers in front of you, 'Oh of course no, it's just good 'ol paperwork, you don't need to read anything ! Just sign the bottom of each pages and ... we should be good.' you probably didn't notice the way his smiles twisted as he uttered those words or if you did you just preferred to not question it.

Looking back you probably should have - it could have saved you from the collar and leash attached to your neck and the overall pain that was having your soul being owned by Alastor - with the added layer of being a full time resident of the hotel.

[goldlockets-and-redwine]

You're The Worst | Chapter 1

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x Reader

Word Count: 875 words

Summary: Paw's and Claw's has a fun staff. However, the nosy bad boy, Touya, loves to pick on you. What will happen when he notices the array of bruises hidden under your sweatshirts? Maybe he isn't so bad after all.

Author's Note: So, this fic idea has been in my mind for a while. I hope everyone likes it. This will be a multi-chapter fic as I don't have a ton of time to write. Oof. Please be patient with me. Also, I inserted my cat Thomas because it's almost been a year since he passed, and I think of him every day. I know. So self-indulgent.

TW: Domestic Violence (Not from Touya), Fem!Reader, Violence in general (There will be a fight, not in this chapter though.), drinking, smoking, cursing. Let me know if I missed anything!

“That looks like shit.”

Good god, I wish he would just shut up. This is the third time today he’s butted into my work.

“No, it looks great Touya. You’re just an ass with shit handwriting. Jealous much?” We looked over my work. The sign looked great honestly. I really outdid myself this time. In delicate script it read “Tom” adorned with little hearts around the name. I put up the sign on Tom’s’ kennel, a large grey and white cat sitting at the farthest possible corner of the kennel away from the door. “Do you have his bio?”

“Of course, what am I? Incompetent?” He made quick work of putting up his bio underneath the name card I made. He typed his up like normal. I gazed sadly at the big tom cat sitting in the cage. “Hey doll, he’ll get adopted. You always get too attached.”

I grimaced at the pet name. He always looks for a way under my skin. However, he took it upon himself to never call me by name. I need to come up with my own for him. Maybe he’ll leave me alone if I come up with something heinous.

“Some of us have hearts, jackass.” Wait, that one fits. Still not original enough. I glanced at him to see him already staring at me. If looks could kill. You would think working in a shelter there would be nice coworkers here. Everyone else was nice. Not this guy. His intimidating look didn’t help his case. Tattoos were everywhere but the one on his face gets the most frowns from potential adopters. The row of flames over his left brow. Wait is that… “Touya, did you redye your hair? You should do a better job of not getting that shit on your skin. You look insane.”

“Why you lookin’ at me so hard? Like what you see?” My face was already showing my irritation before, but now I could feel it twist in disgust.

“No. The hair dye stains are really not doing it for me.” I do a swift 180 degrees and make my way out of the cat room and into the lobby once more. “Hey Toga! Any new applications come in?” Her face lit up as she looked up at me. Her sharp canines stuck out as she smiled.

“(Y/N)! We had one come in for Mochi!” She was practically jumping out of her chair. “Dabi! Come and look at the place!” Touya leaned over the counter and looked down above the monitor as I walked around the desk. It was a beautiful house in suburbia with a huge fenced in back yard. “Mochi will love it, don’t ya think?”

“He’ll love it little vamp.” I said. My eyes hovered over the screen to notice the time. “You should head out. It’s 5:30! You know the boss won’t be happy about you staying over too much.”

Toga pouted, but I was right. Tomura gets so pressed when she stays over. It must be that big brother dynamic. She got up to gather her things for the evening and shut down the computer. “He’ll be fine, but I’ll tell him you guys said hi!” With that she gave me a big hug and skipped towards the door and out to the parking lot. Touya turned and stared at me as soon as he had locked the door. Without saying a word I got to work cleaning the lobby. Working with animals was messy and there was a mix of dog and cat hair being swept up. I heard Touya’s heavy boots moving towards the hallway leading to the dog kennels. I instantly relaxed and continued my chores, completely blocking out my thoughts.

-

“Doll,” My body was on autopilot as I put away the cleaning supplies. “Don’t ignore me doll. It’s time to bail.” I quickly finished putting things up and grabbed my bag. Both our footsteps synced as we made our way to the door. Touya held the door open. “Ladies first.” I could hear the cockiness in his voice. He wasn’t going to get a reaction out of me so late in the day. My car’s taillights blinked as I unlocked it. Today was a hot one. The evening sun was shining on me. I pushed up the sleeves to my sweater and was nearly to my car when I heard Touya’s deep voice closer to me than expected. “That’s a nasty bruise.”

The sweaters I wore for the last 6 months were to avoid these questions. It was no secret Kai, my boyfriend, wasn’t the best guy. His record was a mile long. No one would know he mistreated me, however. Kai made a good show of being a loving boyfriend while also being a piece of shit in every other aspect of his life. He won me over with gifts and treated me like a princess. He said I was his perfect girl. Do men treat perfect girls like this?

“Mind your business.”

Touya’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not a dumbass, (y/n).” With that he got in his black 5.0 mustang and pulled out of the parking lot leaving me standing next to my car.

[noahsresources]

INCORRECT QUOTES PROMPTS ( 1/? )

taken from this generator & this generator! triggering themes & nsfw topics may be present!

❝ i am very small and i have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that i'm under. ❞ ❝ when i see initials carved into a tree with a heart i think it's so romantic. two lovers on a date ... one of them carrying a knife for some reason. ❞ ❝ i'm sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don't know that. neither do i. i have never died even ONCE. nothing has been proven yet. stop making assumptions. it's rude. ❞ ❝ hey, quick question. how petty am i allowed to be? ❞ ❝ i'm not funny, i'm just really mean and people think i'm joking. ❞ ❝ i'm a masochist, not a loser. ❞ ❝ i've come to a point in my life where i need a stronger word than fuck. ❞ ❝ like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am i actually doing? ❞ ❝ i think my guardian angel drinks. ❞ ❝ behold, the field in which i grow my fucks! lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren! ❞ ❝ i said 'no' to drugs, but they wouldn't listen. ❞ ❝ i'm not a morning person. i'm barely even a person. ❞ ❝ i'm a nice person, but i'm about to start throwing rocks at people. ❞ ❝ well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. it was because shut up. shut up is why. ❞ ❝ i came out here to attack people and i'm honestly having such a good time right now. ❞ ❝ i'm the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room. ❞ ❝ died and came back as a cowboy, i call that reintarnation. ❞ ❝ could you maybe just like ... stab me ... right in the gut. just REALLY twist it in there. 'cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation. ❞ ❝ i'd like to offer you moral support, but i have questionable morals. ❞ ❝ i wish i was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a 'i can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences' kinda way. ❞ ❝ my ultimate goal is to punch god in the eye, just to spite him one last time. ❞ ❝ i would say i outdid myself, but i'm always this good, so i simply did myself. ❞ ❝ i just wanted to say that over the years, i have come to regard you as ... people i met. ❞ ❝ i'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on. ❞ ❝ you treat an outside would with rubbing alcohol. you treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol. ❞ ❝ it's not ugly, just aesthetically challenged. ❞ ❝ you'll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but i made a mistake. ❞

[argetcross]

Astarion looks over Wyll's contract, a missing BG3 scene

[The camp in Baldur's Gate. Nighttime has fallen and everyone is in their tents. To Wyll's surprise, Astarion saunters over.]

Astarion: The Blade of Frontiers. Come on already. Hand it over.

Wyll: Hello to you too, Astarion. I assume you don't mean hand over this bowl of stew because, as you can see, Gale outdid himself and it's quite gone.

Astarion: Not the stew, your contract. Since it's clear from that escapade in the towers that someone should take a look at that Infernal scrap of paper.

Wyll: Oh. Oh!

Astarion: It wasn't my idea, you know. Our fearless leader wants me to take a look, since, for some reason, being raised on the suckling tit of Baldur's Gate high society has made you both terrible at reading basic contract law. And if that gods-damned cambion shows her face again demanding more addendums, you ought to be prepared.

Wyll: Yes, well. You make a fair point. Mizora's been getting the drop on me for a long time now. Once, just once, I'd like to turn the tables on her.

Narrator: Normally infernal contracts are hard to get a hold of. What devil would allow you to look twice at your soul signed away? But a tip from Karlach and a sizable donation to a local diabolist wins you a plain text copy of what signed away your soul seven long years ago.

Astarion: ...and you'll want to be careful of this clause in particular. There's two ways to interpret the word and I trust you know devils well enough now to always pick the disagreeable version.

Narrator: The parchment containing a version of your infernal contract is now dripping with so much red ink that it looks as if it was bleeding. Seems like the vampire was as good at understanding law as he was breaking it.

Wyll: Color me impressed, Astarion. And here I thought you got your magisterial position the way most do in this city, through bribery.

Astarion: Oh, I most certainly did. And infernal law is hardly my expertise, but you don't have to be an expert to see how this contract was a terrible idea. Really, what were you thinking, agreeing to this?

Wyll: You heard the story. Tiamat, the Cult of the Dragon, no matter what else came after, that, I won't regret that.

Astarion: Oh yes, you saved the city from Keres's loony cousins. Raising the god of dragons from the Hells, just so they could juice up their magical bloodline in eternal draconic servitude. Pfah, and I thought vampires were obsessed with blood.

Wyll: Wait. What? Those cultists were part of her family?

Astarion: Ah. She didn't tell you, did she? ...Well, before you start begging for her forgiveness, I have it on good authority they were quite evil and corrupt. So really, you probably did her a favor! Saved her some trouble of pruning her own family tree. She probably would have cried the whole way though and honestly, that takes all the fun out of killing your own family members.

Wyll: ...I see. That's quite a lot to take in. I suppose I ought to talk to her later about it. But you know, Astarion, I was wrong about you.

Astarion: Hmm? Are you going to tell me you're just now realizing how smart and handsome I am?

Wyll: You're a good man. I know you were worried for me in your own way. Even if, for some reason, it galls you to admit it.

Astarion: And I told you, I was simply sent by my meddlesome darling. Practically ordered. You know how high handed she can get sometimes. All my bad influence, I'm sure, ha-ha!

Wyll: Alright, I won't push the point. But you know, you needn't hide behind the others. After all, Keres had already told me to seek you out myself and I quote, "I can tell he wants to help, but he'll be happier if you ask him yourself, instead of me butting my nose in again."

Astarion: Ah, well, that is— You know, we'll make a liar of you yet. Because I do believe that counts as "pushing the point".

Wyll: Fair enough. But truly. Thank you, Astarion.

[bvidzsoo]

thoughts on the new hunger games book⁉️⁉️ also i wanna get that new graphic novel so bad pleekkkkk

Whaaat there’s a graphic novel too?? Now I know what to spend my money on next 😆🙂‍↕️

Ahhh, WHERE DO I START???? So one thing you have to know about me is that I rarely hate villains because I see both sides of the coin and if they are actually well constructed (like President Snow) then I can totally sympathise with them to a certain extent, of course. HOWEVER…the love-hate relationship I have with Coriolanus Snow is actually insane yuh…tbh I read the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes back when it came out, so my memory is murky (as it is with the trilogy, I really want to reread them but I have to buy them in English first lol)

Buuut, I really really love the new book too because it’s complex and I could actually like see Snow’s downfall the more he spiralled. Honestly, the way the whole book is written is actually amazing, I know Suzanne Collins is freaking awesome but I feel like she outdid herself with this one. Like the fact that she used different ideologies to create Snow, Sejanus, Lucy Grey, and Dr. Gaul….it’s simply brilliant. I had to quit reading out of rage at times, that’s how much I was pulled into the story and then triggered by Snow’s thought process lol.

I feel like I’m just repeating myself and not making much sense lol I could go more in-deep about it, I think, if you want me to. And also!!! I CANNOT WAIT FOR HAYMITCH’S BOOK, it’s going to be so sick, I just know it will fck my life over lol

[hillerskalibrary]

Thank you so much for your incredibly detailed reply regarding my question about the future of yr fanfics. The graph is amazing!

And you're absolutely right about everything. I am not a writer myself but I love to engage with fics and leave long comments. The interaction with the writers is one of my favorite things about reading fanfics because that's something you usually don't have (or at least not in that extent) when you're reading 'regular' books

Also I loved the yr week in april or all the fics for secret santa so thank you again to all of you for organzing these things, it's so appreciated 🧡

Heeey future anon! Glad to see you again, and glad I could be of some assistance in easing your worries. You've clearly already found your fandom path - leaving long comments are the best way to a writer's heart ;) (honestly this is a good reminder for me to do that more often 🙈) and as you say it really is something that makes fandom quite unique compared to 'regular' publishing.

But you're very welcome for YR week - it really was fun! So many authors outdid themselves that week. And you have @wilmon-secretsanta to thank for the wonderful Secret Santa creations, I can't take credit for that one :).

But really, it is I who should be thanking you, cause it's thanks to your ask and the reactions to it that I started getting in the mood for the next event and finally made the survey I'd been thinking about for some time now! (As I said in my previous response - round and round it goes: we inspire each other, and you don't have to be a fic writer to contribute to fandom - sometimes a well-timed ask is enough to set the wheels into motion ;) ).

For those curious: there's been about 50 responses to the survey so far, but I'm gonna leave it up for a little longer so everyone who wants to has a chance to participate. So I can't tell you what the next event will be YET (although I can tell you readers and writers have pretty different ideas of what they want to do/see 😂), but I have a feeling it's going to be even more fun than YR week ;).

(For those who haven't yet had the chance to let me know what kind of fandom event they'd like to see next: you can find it here!)

[visionkept]

Reality check about this account 😵‍💫.

NGL, it sure is disappointing to see that random ass npcs from a one time event get a full picture / scene and I get nothing in today's hoyofair. I know I shouldn't be expect anything but I'm slowly getting tired of waiting for a single crumb EVERY YEAR. NATLAND is my only hope but really, If I don't get answers there - I might end up archiving this account next year, one gotta move on sooner or later. My delusional ass got a deadline and it has gotten to a point that if Tomo doesn't become playable - I don't even want it. Yes, I know I set myself up to this downfall when the chances have always been like 05% but honestly, I didn't even think I would get this attached to Tomo. I've always been used to liking characters that don't get much attention or content but I sure outdid myself with the DEAD NPC lol. Either Natland becomes this account's downfall and archiving moment or rebirth.

[fieldofdaisiies]

A little backstory to the piece of art I commissioned (Gwyn x Balthazar, from @krem-does-stuff)

At first, I have to admit I felt super silly for commissioning art for this story — it is not a common ship, not at all actually, and honestly, I did not think that my stories would be worth fanart.

But then…this last year has been rather awful, health wise, family wise, family wise actually double time, or triple time, and also concerning stress at work and other things it wasn't an easy year.

So, I was like, I am doing this for me, for myself, I am commissioning this art for myself.

During this last year I cut back on most things I liked, on many things I enjoyed, and often felt very sad. My friends, especially those who I met on here (because I could tell them things I could not tell anyone else), often helped me with it (but they deserve an extra post).

And then I came to the conclusion that I want this, that I want to have this, no matter if it is silly, no matter if anyone will like the story. Writing it makes me happy, and that is what matters.

And asking @krem-does-stuff for this piece of art...I couldn’t have made a better choice. Thank you sooo much, 5 million times. I already told you I would board a train and come right to you just so I could hug you. You really once again outdid yourself, and everything about it is perfect.

Thank you so so much again💛💛💛💛💛

[nirikeehan]

Incorrect Quotes Prompt List

Originally from here; recreating to keep track of prompt fills

❝ i am very small and i have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that i’m under. ❞

❝ when i see initials carved into a tree with a heart i think it’s so romantic. two lovers on a date … one of them carrying a knife for some reason. ❞

❝ i’m sick and tired of being called ‘mortal’ like, you don’t know that. neither do i. i have never died even ONCE. nothing has been proven yet. stop making assumptions. it’s rude. ❞ - Fill, Thalia & Metrion

❝ hey, quick question. how petty am i allowed to be? ❞

❝ i’m not funny, i’m just really mean and people think i’m joking. ❞

❝ i’m a masochist, not a loser. ❞

❝ i’ve come to a point in my life where i need a stronger word than fuck. ❞

❝ like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am i actually doing? ❞

❝ i think my guardian angel drinks. ❞

❝ behold, the field in which i grow my fucks! lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren! ❞

❝ i said 'no’ to drugs, but they wouldn’t listen. ❞

❝ i’m not a morning person. i’m barely even a person. ❞

❝ i’m a nice person, but i’m about to start throwing rocks at people. ❞

❝ well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. it was because shut up. shut up is why. ❞

❝ i came out here to attack people and i’m honestly having such a good time right now. ❞

❝ i’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room. ❞

❝ died and came back as a cowboy, i call that reintarnation. ❞

❝ could you maybe just like … stab me … right in the gut. just REALLY twist it in there. 'cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation. ❞

❝ i’d like to offer you moral support, but i have questionable morals. ❞

❝ i wish i was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a 'i can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences’ kinda way. ❞

❝ my ultimate goal is to punch god in the eye, just to spite him one last time. ❞

❝ i would say i outdid myself, but i’m always this good, so i simply did myself. ❞

❝ i just wanted to say that over the years, i have come to regard you as … people i met. ❞

❝ i’m usually that person who has no idea what’s going on. ❞

❝ you treat an outside would with rubbing alcohol. you treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol. ❞

❝ it’s not ugly, just aesthetically challenged. ❞

❝ you’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but i made a mistake. ❞

[savage-rhi]

"did i make you uncomfortable?" "no! no, it just caught me off guard. i like it a lot actually..."

Prompto with literally anyone

Coming up! 

"Annndddd we're done!" Prompto exclaimed happily. He had finished taking another portrait of a random Lucian citizen and gestured for his subject to come take a look. 

"You outdid yourself on this one, darlin'!" Cindy said as she joined the man in looking at the camera screen. "The sunset behind 'em looks breathtaking!" 

"I'll say!" The man exclaimed. "I'm glad I got to be a part of your project! Is there a way I can get a copy of my photograph to send to loved ones?" 

Prompto was so enamored with Cindy's remark that he did a double take. "W-what? Oh! Y-yeah! No problem!" 

While Prompto stammered and tried to find his business card, Cindy suppressed an amused chuckle at how flustered he became. 

Even though Prompto was put on the spot, he went through the motions with grace and good humor. It was a trait of his Cindy had come to admire a great deal over the years, ever since The Dark Decade had come to an end and the boys were free of their burdens. When Cindy found herself reminiscing about the bad times, she reminded herself that part of her life was over. What mattered now, was being present with Prompto. 

After the man and Prompto exchanged contact information, it was just the two of them. Cindy led Prompto to the clearing at Lestallum's mighty walls, overlooking the valley and Duscae. Contentment and peace dwelled between them both before Cindy cleared her throat. 

"Cindy," Prompto made a face, concerned if anything. "are you alright?"

"Of course!" Cindy exclaimed happily. "I was just thinkin' I'm rather glad I decided to tag along with you today. I needed to get out of my head for a while. Bein' stuck in Lestallum because of granddad's window shoppin' has driven me bonkers."

"That makes two of us! Well, needing to get away from everyone," Prompto laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Not that I enjoy playing hooky to royal duties, but it's nice getting time to myself." 

"When do you think you and the boys are gonna go campin' again?" 

"If I had to wager," Prompto made a face and counted the fingers on his right hand. "Maybe another three months. Rebuilding a kingdom eats up most of my free time these days." 

"Yeah," Cindy quietly replied, gazing at the mountains afar. "If you don't mind me askin' how's Gladio been?" 

"Oh," Prompto couldn't help but make a face. "He's been great! Training new recruits for the guard currently. Iggy said he thinks Gladio found someone recently, but honestly, I think Gladio has a higher chance of getting his ass handed to him by a cactaur than being with anybody. The man’s a workaholic these days!" 

"Good! Good. I’m glad he’s been keepin’ himself busy." Cindy nodded. She noted the tension that instantly grew between herself and Prompto, and mentally cursed that it was a mistake to bring up Gladio, especially when things were going so well today; how spending time with Prompto made Cindy enjoy the little things again after enduring so much. 

"I'm sorry," Prompto began, interrupting Cindy's thoughts. 

"Whatever for darlin'?" 

"Well," Prompto could feel his face warm up. “I know it’s been months since you and Gladio broke up officially, but I can tell what I said bothered you. I should’ve had more tact.”

“Oh, Prompt--”

“No, that was a jerk move on my part. I didn’t mean to upset y--” 

Cindy silenced Prompto with a gentle kiss. She felt him freeze up against her and began to pull away, realizing she may have crossed a boundary. To her shock, Prompto pulled her right back in and kissed her hard. The push and pull of his lips were gentle nonetheless, and smiling against his mouth Cindy reciprocated his affections. The act didn’t last long, with Prompto needing to pull away to catch his breath after a time of testing the waters. 

“Wow…” Prompto murmured. 

“I’ll say…” Cindy whispered with a giggle. The grin he wore was as sweet as the way Prompto look at her: like she was the most beautiful thing he ever saw in Eos. She averted her gaze, feeling that she would drown in his blue eyes. 

“I---was not expecting that.” Prompto blinked a few times and laughed. 

“I’ve been wantin’ to do that for a while,” Cindy admitted with a shrug. “Finally found the guts I spose’.”

“R-really?!” Prompto exclaimed. 

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” 

“No, no!” Prompto shook his head, waving his hands in dismissal. “It just caught me off guard. I--like it a lot, actually…” 

“Really?” 

“Y-yeah.” Prompto nodded. He felt his heart beating a million miles in his chest. It felt as if all the blood vessels in his body would explode at any minute. The destruction was only placated by a wave of euphoria that flooded his senses. Prompto took in a deep breath after closing his eyes for a moment, letting the experience sink in, along with the feelings he had harbored for years toward Cindy. 

“I know I kiss great, but not enough to leave a fella speechless.” Cindy teased, breaking Prompto out of his thoughts. 

“Well, you see--I never kissed anyone, until now. I’m--kind of uh--new to this?” 

“Oh shucks,” Cindy furrowed her brows. “If I would’ve known, I would’ve tried to make it more special and not so darn spontaneous--!”

“Trust me, I liked it…a lot!” Prompto grinned hearing Cindy snort and laugh at the emphasis of his final remark. “I’m thinking about a lot of things. Mainly, how I’ve felt about you. I---Cindy, I’ve liked you for a long, long time. When I saw you and Gladio hitting it off at the Assassin’s Festival all those years ago, I realized maybe I needed to back down. So…I swallowed my pride and took a step back. I wanted my best bud and you to be happy, even when you guys were on and off so--I never made my shot. I don’t know what this means for us going forward but, spending time with you today, all the times we’ve ever hung out actually, made me happy. Like I can do anything! And…I’m babbling.” 

“No, no,” Cindy whispered, shaking her head. Her right hand reached out to cup Prompto’s face, fingertips playing with the small scruff of his goatee as she smiled at him sincerely. “I’m just thinkin’ you idiot, why didn’t you say something sooner?” 

Prompto chuckled, giving a shrug. “Probably for the same reasons you didn’t kiss me until now.” 

"That's fair I spose'..."

Both of them laughed, and a heavy silence soon fell between them. Neither were sure of what was going to happen next, or how this relationship would look, but their eyes foretold that this wasn’t the end: this was a beginning. 

With childish smiles, Prompto initiated another kiss with Cindy with not a care in the world for anything else but her. 

[thatbritishactor]

Honestly, there are no words that can even begin to express to you just how utterly happy and excited I was when I saw your recent post about Together We Stand. I had nearly dropped my phone when I saw the notification for it, and then literally squealed once I read the actual post lol. Like this genuinely became the highlight of this year for me because I just really missed this story, missed your writing, missed you. I don’t know if you realize this, but your writing is quite magical in a way that it has such a unique beauty to it as well as the effortless ability to help your readers escape from reality and be gleefully pulled into an immensely creative story that brings nothing but everything good to us. And this story in particular… oof. It felt like a really mesmerizing and absolutely wonderful journey while reading it. Each chapter only got better and better, and the story overall was beyond creatively intriguing and captivating and so impressively well-written. I was literally at the edge of my seat with my heart stuck in my throat in the best way imaginable the entire time. I’ve just never read a story like that before, and it was honestly inspiring and one of the special things that had actually helped spark my motivation to write again after not feeling that desire in me for several years (which is sincerely something I truly could never thank you enough for). And what I really loved about this story was how I could just feel the range of emotions that were pouring out of the characters. It was an experience that I wish I could always live in because it felt so lively and moving and just so good. You had undoubtedly outdid yourself, and it would truly be a special thing to see the story have its end and, more importantly, for you to return to writing because you have really touched the hearts of so many of us. And I don’t mean to sound stupidly overdramatic or go on a bothersome ramble! 🥴😥 It’s just that your writing — your blog in general, really — had truly been a lifesaver for me for the longest time and I can only hope you are able to actually feel the full, deep strength of my words.

That being said, I do understand why you stopped writing and would never want you to do something you didn’t feel comfortable in doing or couldn’t do it just simply didn’t want to do. Truly, my heart does go out to you and you are often in my thoughts. I have so much respect for you, which is why the very last thing I intended to do with this message was to pressure you in any way. I only hope that you’re doing okay as well as have found peace and happiness because that is the very least that you deserve. I just wanted you to know that you still have supporters here who love you and your writing, and would certainly be interested in you finishing TWS and reading the story’s ending as long as it’s something YOU are interested in writing, too. Always prioritize your own needs and what’s best for you, and I promise you we’ll continue to be here for you no matter what 💞

Wishing you all the best, always!

Hi

I've had this ask sitting my in my askbox for the longest time, and I want to apologize that it took me so long to reply. It was very rude of me to receive something this encouraging, supportive, and overall wonderful and not replying immediately.

The issue is that I've struggled with this : let me explain.

I don't have low self esteem: I have non-existant self esteem. I think of myself as a dysfonctional garbage human person. What does it have to do with this? Well. The first time I read this, I immediately refused to let the words enter my conscience. Because I mean... Who am I to receive such a passionate, dedicated, loving and kind message ?! How even on earth do I deserve readers that are so involved in a story I wrote more than a year ago???

It's usually very hard for me to receive compliments of any kind. But on my writing? I feel like it's even harder. I always downgrade my work, and my worth. Your message crushed all the mental pictures I had about TWS. I told myself that the fic is garbage, badly written, horribly plotted etc etc.

I can't believe you're saying all these things to ME. I can't believe that the story I wrote had such an impact on a person. I can't believe it. I don't see myself as a talented person AT ALL and all the compliments you're giving me... it's surreal ???? I honestly feel undeserving of such praise, it feels like you're talking about someone else, another story. I cannot believe that anything that I wrote can have that effect on someone.

I can't express how moved I am by your message. I don't think of it as rambling, or anything like that. Second time I read it, I burst out crying. Because what you've written is so very touching, so deeply personal.

I've spent days, literal days, trying to gather my thoughts about your message, thinking of what I could reply.

Everything feels empty and silly compared to the emotions you've triggered in me. Words seem pointless and weak. You've touched me in a way that I can't even describe, no matter how hard I've tried.

Thank you for writing to me, thank you for opening your heart to me. Thank you for your support. Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for your love.

Thank you for reading my story, for loving it this hard, for giving it life.

Thank you for your words, your passion, for YOU.

I wish I could wrap you in a tight hug and buy you your favorite flowers. I wish I could bake your favorite food, give you a kiss on the cheek, and hold your hand.

I wish I could make you smile and warm your heart as much as you've warmed mine.

I wish I could give something back to you. Anything. Because this message that you've sent me has given me a lot.

I want to finish this story, and to give it a satisfied ending. I will have to work for that, because I'm not at the level I was at back then.

But you deserve an ending. You deserve a story. And I'll give it to you, even it takes me time.

I love you. Thank you. 🤍

[grayscale-maladies]

Y’all know already artfight bla bla bla

Honestly?? I didn’t think I was gonna make so many of these but look at me go hell yea [dies]

It’s a long boy once again folks so lemme just

There

Starting off with this lovely oc that belongs to @/MarshimiiuOwO , went with bright colors on this one jej

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Next up, one for @fukuchi (kyuusaku)! Was very happy with this one from start to end :)

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This boy is for @/N3bulae !! Saw a cool pose and thought of this guy, muscles are hard but he worth it

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It’s Amy for @/batluvr17 !! She was so neat to draw

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This one is for @/StarScriblez , wanted to practice side profiles and this was the perfect opportunity

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Lata but not least (in this post, I still have too many to upload gUh) is this one for @/Tykaetek !! The mask and just concept gave me inspiration :]

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AND THATS ALL FOR NOW!! I outdid myself this year and I hope y’all can enjoy it :3

Loved every single revenge/attack that I received!! Genuinely made my day every time.

[syndxlla]

Part Seventeen of the More To Love series

Summary: You prepare to runaway, you discover why Korkie actually wants to marry you, and you learn the true meaning of intimacy

Word Count: 9.3k, NO USE OF ‘Y/N’

Warnings: SMUT 18+ CONTENT PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 (PiV, kinda public kink?, dirty talk, sensory deprivation.), alcohol, drunkness, swearing, virginity test, blood, references to blood, non-consensual sexual acts, sexual harassment, straight up misogyny, references to murder, references to robbery, references to war, references to banishment, bruising, graphic explanation of post-rape circumstances.

DISCLAIMER: this chapter has a very brief and undetailed rape scene. it is short, but necessary to the plot. it will be indicated by chapter breaks and brackets for those who wish to skip. The chapter also goes into detail of the aftermath of that event. please do not read if this is a trigger for you.

the hotline for sexual harassment support in the US is 1-800-656-4673

please seek support if you are a victim of sexual assault. my DMS are always open.

Author’s Note: This chapter hurts in all of the best ways. A perfect mixture of angst, fluff and smut. I really outdid myself.

SPOILER BUT IT NEEDS TO BE SAID: I did not intend for a rape scene when I began writing this, as a victim of sexual harassment, its never something I want to romanticize. However, it became very clear to me early on that if I needed Korkie to be a real villain, and give out Princess a real reason to runaway other than her horniness, I needed to add something that would give some real emotional weight. This fan fiction was never just a fairytale, and I have intended to tackle heavy topics head on fro the first chapter. If you would like to chat more about my decision to add this into the plot, please feel free to send an ask or DM me.

Part sixteen

Three days until the Wedding.

You look at yourself in the mirror as the maids pin final alterations to your body. The dress was ridiculous honestly, the mandalorian symbol embroidered in diamonds on the bodice, a corset too tight to breathe in, and a skirt that was wide enough that you would need a cane to walk down the aisle in it. The hardest part is that after last night, you were a little sore, and your legs were getting tired from under you. A lot of your previous activities are a blur at this point, you don’t know how many times you and Din had gone at it, you just know that you’re fucked out for the time being.

Din stands behind the mirror, you can’t see him, but both of you are thinking about it. Soniee accidentally picks your bicep with a needle, and you flinch in response. It didn’t hurt, but you move out of instinct.

“My deepest apologies, Your Highness.” She replies in a timid voice, her eyes blown wide and face pale, afraid of how you might respond to the minor injury. You look down at your arm, a small dot of blood where the needle went into your skin. It didn’t sting or anything, you just lifted your hand up and wiped it away. You never would have done something like that before coming here, and yet you’ve changed so much since you arrived in this kingdom.

“No worries, Soniee.” You say in response, her face relaxes at your response. Din walks around to make sure everything is okay, and in seeing his beskar-clad figure, you immediately get butterflies. You were down bad. “Everything is alright, Sir.” You blush as you reassure him. You know he’ll notice, which only makes you blush more, but you can’t help it. You loved him. “There is no need for stress, dear.” You explain to Soniee, “I’m not hurt.” You try to flash a comforting smile.

“Apologizes.”

“Stop apologizing! It’s fine.” You nod.

“I know.. It’s just-“ She holds her tongue.

“Just what?” You ask, prodding farther.

“Well… servants have been sentenced to death for harming a royal before.” Her voice is so timid, you feel a sense of remorse.

“It was just a small prick, it’s nothing, really.” You nod.

“Yes but even thoughts can have dire consequences.” Soniee clears her throat as she explains. You look up at Din after she says this, and he just slightly nods, confirming that Mandalore would do something so heartless. It puts a bad taste in your mouth. You hated the royalty here, the people of Mandalore are wonderful, they have stories and memories and a rich culture and all the Queen does is desecrate it with her thirst for war.

“Well that’s just ridiculous.” You state. The maids all look at each other in shock after you say that. You took it that not many people (especially those in the Queen’s inner-circle) had the bravery to outright speak against a custom. “There’s no reason to punish you for a mistake. The Queen is wrong for that.” Everyone holds their tongue. You didn’t care, it felt good to call her out for something like that. You have a mischievous feeling in your chest as you got daring enough to have your own opinion in this place. Opinions should be celebrated, not frowned upon.

You and Din roam the halls, not really going anywhere in particular. Your fitting is finished and you had initially wanted to visit the library, but you took a wrong turn and you’re honestly too lazy to correct yourself. Din is two paces behind you, and you stop, turning to look at him. You nod, beckoning him by your side. He walks up, standing close to you.

“You look lovely in that dress.” He compliments quietly under the helmet.

You smile in response, “It’s a shame I’ll never wear it when it’s finished.” You hear that gentle chuckle under his breath that you loved so much. “When are we leaving.”

“We shouldn’t discuss this so openly.” He states.

“No one is around.” You challenge.

“Bo has eyes and ears everywhere in this forsaken palace.”

“Wait… what?” You stop, turning to face him. “Surely you don’t mean everywhere.”

“No, not everywhere, but certainly in the halls.”

“Fine,” you raise your chin, grab Din by his gloved-hand, and pull him into the closest room. It was a typical sitting room, one that you had fallen asleep in reading up on the history of the kingdom during your first humiliating week here. It was empty, luckily, and you firmly closed the door behind Din. Both of you know how tempting it is to be in an enclosed room completely alone together, and the air thickens around the two of you. “When are we leaving.” You restate your question, your back up against the heavy door.

“The day before.”

“What? Why not leave now?” You aren’t sure if you can handle two more days in this prison.

“Because then they’ll have time to look for us before the wedding. We can’t give them more than a few hours to search for us.”

“You say that like they know you’re involved, too.” You fold your arms.

“Oh I’m sure they do, have you forgotten that we kissed in front of a majority of the staff?” He says in a playful tone, although you knew the subtext.

“Okay, so we’ll leave the day before. But what am I supposed to do until then?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Keep pretending I’m hopelessly in love with a bad person?” You emphasize your words dreamily to show the sarcasm of the statement. Din smiles under the helmet, he wished you could see. He can’t wait to show you his face.

“I mean… something like that.” His voice is dark and he’s taking a step towards you. Your core immediately jumps, and you can’t look away from his mysterious visor. You bite your lip, pulling your arms down by your sides, your breathing already hiking.

“What else?” You tease, prodding farther.

“Well, you might want to enjoy the life of luxury that you’re willingly giving up for a stranger.” He’s taking his gloves off, slowly, tantalizingly, as if he was stripping you from your own clothes.

“I wouldn’t call you a stranger.” You turn your head as you look at him, a piece of your hair falling in front of your face.

“What would you call me?” He asks, his bare hand reaching up to brush the hair away from your face and your spine burns and legs ache. You’re probably blushing like a child, but you can’t even focus because he’s so close and yet so far and you wish you could just rip that helmet off of his head and kiss his face everywhere. “Hm?” He hums, asking his question again without even opening his mouth and after the hair is tucked away the tip of his thumb is running against your quivering bottom lip.

“A bad influence.” You finally say before wrapping your lips around his thumb, your eyelashes batting as you look up at his visor and suck on his tongue, swirling your tongue around it, wishing it was something else, but knowing that this would be enough to drive him where you wanted him. His free hand grabs your waist, gripping it tightly and pulling your hips against his. He lets you suck on his thumb for a while, just staring down at you. You can see his beskar chestplate heaving in front of you, and yet you never take your eyes off of his helmet. Din pulls his finger out of your mouth, wiping your spit over your lips as he does it.

“You know what I would call you?” He asks, bringing his mouth close to your ear, the chill of the metal against your cheek. “My weakness.”

Din is picking you up before you can even reply and carrying you to one of the sofas, he sits down so you’re straddling him, and you both wished his codpiece was out of the way, but you ground down on him anyways, rearranging your skirt and undergarments so that your soaked core was against the metal, it was cold and slick but just what you liked. Both of you are making the most pathetic little noises, filling the room with lustful breathing and sighs.

Din tilts his head back, resting his helmet on the back of the seat and exposing a little sliver of his thick neck for you to latch your lips to and suck deep, greedy hickeys into. The two of you don’t make it like that very long before he’s shifting under you and pulling out his cock. It’s not the most comfortable clothing situation for either of you, but you were both so desperate that it didn’t really matter. Din is already so hard with such little foreplay, and neither of you really needed that right now, you just needed him inside of your aching cunt.

Din’s cock is huge, you always have to ease yourself into him, and you let out the most obscene moan as you sink onto him. He’s dry and rough and it’s not ideal but there was something about that that made it better. It doesn’t take long for your absolutely soaked cunt to slick him up enough and start moving. You wrap your arms around his neck, and his hands dig underneath your dress to find your bare ass. He stays still as you adjust and find an angle that’s comfortable for you and when you start lifting up and down against his length he lets out a moan too and you can’t help but bite your lip. You loved knowing that you have this effect on him.

Din kneads your ass, playing with your thighs, pulling at your hips. Skin-to-skin is rare with him, and you constantly craved it. You would fuck him all day if you could, there was nothing you loved more than being with him, than letting his cock split you in half.

Your pace speeds up, and he’s breathing so heavily that you wonder if he’s getting enough good air through the helmet. You lift and drop your hips over and over and over again, feeling every delicious inch of him. You feel how his tip stretches you, and how you tighten around him. The way he twitches inside of you, the way your clit is rutting against his body, how he pulls you closer to him. Din was your drug, and you were his.

He eventually takes control, his hands supporting your weight and manually lifting you up and down his cock. He goes at his own pace now, which is much faster and rougher than yours. He reangles his hips and it isn’t much longer until your skin is slapping with his and it’s filthy. The sounds of sex fill the room, and you’re the one to throw your head back now, reaching your arms back to brace yourself against his thigh-plates. He’s swearing under his breath, and one hand comes out to grab one of your breasts. He pulls it out of your bodice, and your nipples are so sensitive that the cold hair just makes them harder. He fondles your tit, swiping his thumb over it as he fucks up into you. He slaps it playfully a few times, and you giggle.

“You��re so cute.” He sighs under his helmet.

Before the two of you can go any farther or faster, chasing your orgasms, you’re interrupted by the sound of voices outside of the door. You both stop what you’re doing, turning to look at it.

“Did you lock it?” He asks.

“Fuck, I can’t remember.” You’re quickly trying to think of something, pulling up off of his cock, your spent cunt contracting from feeling empty again. Din’s cock is angry and swollen and leaking pre-cum and it’s so perfect you want to put your mouth on it but then the voices get loud and the doorknob starts to turn and you’re both jumping up, scanning the room and collectively sprinting to a closet on the south wall. Din is awkwardly cupping himself and you tuck your breast into your dress and somehow by the grace of the stars make it into the closet and close the door before anyone walks in on you.

You look at Din and you both stifle a laugh, You bury your head into his shoulder, holding your breath and forgetting that you’re leaking down your thighs. He’s breathing so heavily and the both of you can hardly believe you hid yourselves quick enough.

The silent laughter stops as soon as Korkie enters the sitting room. The closet is slatted, and you can see out of it, but no one can see in. Your stomach drops. He’s followed by a few other men, one of which looked like Vizsla but you weren’t sure.

“Fuck.” You say as quietly as you can. Din sees them too, although it’s hard when his sight is obstructed by two things. It was dark enough in here though that he took a risk, and pulled his helmet off. He catches his breath, enjoying the cooler air.

He leans down so his lips are against your jaw and he’s kissing you and you’re terrified of getting caught but you can’t ignore your aching clit. Din kisses your ear, and whispers “Don’t turn around. Don’t make a sound.” You watch in horror as the men laugh, drinking Vodka and sitting on the very couch you were just fucking yourself on your personal Knight’s massive cock.

Din bunches up your skirt, pushes you forward as much as you can in this small space, and re-enters your painfully empty cunt. His cock is stretching you again, and his arms are in front of your torso, holding you up and supporting your weight as he starts to very slowly and carefully thrust in and out of you. You’re breath hitches, and one of his hands wrap around to cover your mouth, making sure that your nose isn’t covered at all. Your eyes are blown wide, your heart racing.

You and Din have broken rules, you’ve done risky shit, but nothing like this. He’s sucking on your earlobe, biting at it and his pace is so slow but it’s what he has to do to keep you as quiet as possible. It was the opposite of a minute ago, where it was hot and angry and hard. This was exciting, terrifying, and so steady. Your eyes roll into the back of your head for a moment after you run your own fingers against your clit, feeling how slick your pussy lips are.

You hold your breath so much that Din has to whisper into your ear again to remind you to breathe and you’re taking a shaky breath through your nose as your walls stretch. Your legs are so unsteady from fear and desire, you’re happy that such a strong man was doing most of the work right now.

The men outside begin talking, and you bite your lip, trying to eavesdrop and not pass out at the same time. You can’t really hear the start of their conversation, but there’s plenty of laughter and drunkenness. Just how your asshole fiance liked it. You have a clear view of him, he’s sitting with his legs spread apart in the very spot you almost just came on because of another man.

“Are you ready to be a married man?” You can see him literally roll his eyes at the question.

“And never have a bed to myself again?” The other men laugh at Korkie's response.

“If it was your way you would always have a bitch in your bed!” Another man cheers out and the laughter continues. Din’s hips speed up just a little against you, you arch your back in response.

“Not her though!” One of his friends says, “She probably doesn’t even fuck!” Ironic, Din hears it too and gives you an especially hard thrust from behind afterwards. It takes everything in you not to moan.

“It’s fine, I only need her for an heir, sex once a week starting next week, short, quick, to the point. I probably won’t even get fully naked for her!” The laughter is loud enough that it masks any sound you and Din might be making. You felt angry at Korkie, what a bastard.

“That’s right, sex isn’t for a woman’s pleasure anyways!” They laugh again.

Din bits your neck, “They’re wrong.” He mutters in your ear again, kissing your temple afterwards.

“It doesn’t even matter, we’re using her for Corellia anyways.” You were definitely listening now. The hard thing is that you’re close to your climax, and you aren’t even sure if you’re hearing things correctly, but you won’t be mistaken when it comes to your home kingdom.

Din’s pace is back up enough that you’re chasing your high, and he is too. You watch the men though, listening closely. You needed to hear this.

“For the war effort!” The man you think is Vizsla yells, raising a shot glass. Why was everything here about war? And why did they want Corellia?

“We’ll be using their access to the northern sea for Trade with Alderaan, and a northern-sea opening against those Coruscanti Bitches!” Korkie laughs. “That’s the real reason for bringing her into the family! No one really wants a foreigner unless they’re giving you something in return!”

Your ears burn, your stomach flips, you can’t even hear properly anymore because you're cumming on Din’s cock as soon as you hear your Fiancé say that he’s taking advantage of you for your kingdom. He never loved you, he never thought you were perfect. It was a cover for the fact that Mandalore is bringing war to your home Kingdom. You think Din’s cumming in you, too, but you can’t even notice because your knees buckle and you’re dizzy and you want to march out there and smack him across the face.

You hate him.

Luckily, by the time you and Din carefully and quietly put yourselves back together and catch your breath, the men are leaving the room, off to shoot something probably. The two of you only had to sit on the floor and wait for them to leave for a handful of minutes. You don’t open the closet door right away, just to be extra safe, but you were absolutely fuming.

“Who does he think he is?!” You ask as you push the door open. “I mean, I should have seen it, I’m so stupid for not seeing it.” You rub your temple, your thoughts running a mile a minute. “How could I be so naive, of course he’s taking advantage of us like that.” You begin subconsciously pacing. You can’t even focus on anything else, you have tunnel vision.

“Hey, Hey-“ Din speaks up but you’re rambling again, not letting him get a word in.

“Corellia is going to fall, we aren’t strong enough for war, our ports are frozen over most of the year… when they realize it’s useless they’ll destroy it.” Your heart could burst out of your chest right now.

“Princess-“ He tries calling your name, but it’s futile.

“I hate him. I hate this place. I hate being a pawn in their scheme-“

Din shouts your name before you can continue anymore. You’ve never heard him raise his voice like that before, it filled the room, pushed through the helmet as if it weren’t there, it startled you, finally shutting you up. You stare at him with blown-wide eyes, heart pacing. You were afraid he was mad at you.

Din walks up to you, grabbing your hands, his gloves still off. His thumbs are rubbing small circles against your soft skin and his grip is so steady. “Breathe.” He gently reminds you, sensing that he startled you more than he intended to. You try taking a deep breath, but tears start to well in your eyes and you don’t want to cry in front of him, you don’t want him to think you’re weak. You swallow the lump in your throat, you’re overwhelmed. Din realizes you aren’t calming down, and he pulls your body against his chest. He hugs you so tight you feel like the air squeezes out of your angry lungs but it’s replaced with fresh air, reminding you it’s okay.

You cry into his shoulder. You never thought you could find metal to be so comforting. You pull yourself together very soon, it helps that he’s running his hands through your hair, his breathing acts as a metronome for where your gasps for air should be. When you’re ready, you look up at him, eyes only a little red. He wipes a tear off your cheek, cupping your jaw with his hand after.

“Corellia will not fall. Not if he isn’t married to It’s Heir.” He reassures, his cadence comforting and steady. You take a deep breath, he was right.

“You’re right… I just can’t believe I didn’t see it.”

“You weren’t supposed to, they’ve been feeding you fantasies to distract you from it.”

“And I’ve been devouring them.” You admit, “But no orchestrated fantasy is quite like this one. The one here, with you.”

Din is still, and you aren’t expecting a response because he doesn’t usually give you one, but he speaks up, “I should have told you.”

“What? You knew?” You somehow feel worse now. You hope it didn’t show too much in your face.

“Yes. But I spoke out against it openly, and I am so, so sorry I kept it from you for this long.”

Your lips are pressed together, unsure of how to respond. Your eyes wander as you think, Din can practically see the wheels turning in your head.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You ask, trying not to blow up on him.

He sighs, “I wasn’t expecting to fall for you.”

Your stomach flips, butterflies fly out of your ears, “You promise?”

“I promise. I’ve kept my promises to you haven’t I? I promised to protect you no matter what, your first day here. Have I failed in my duty?” He asks, you look up dreamily at him.

“Never, you’ve done more than keep your promise.” You smile. “Din…” You begin, nervous to ask this question again, but if you were running away with him in two days, you needed to know, “When can you show me your face?” You rearranged the words, putting it in his hands. Rather than asking when you got to see, you wanted to know when he would show.

Din clears his throat, he’s in thought, you know how he is, “The morning before we leave. I’ll show you, I’ll wake up by your side in the daylight and you can look, okay?”

You smile, “You promise?”

“I promise.”

—

Korkie downs another shot of Alderaanian vodka before following his friends out of the door of the sitting room. They were off to shoot pheasants for the afternoon, and he intended to join them. He laughs, setting the glass down a table near the door. Before he turns to leave, however, his eye catches something.

On the small table, next to his empty glass, was a pair of leather, Knight’s gloves. He raises a curious eyebrow, picks them up, examines them, and turns to look around the room. Everything looks as it should, there are no guards stationed here currently, and besides these are the gloves of a high Knight, one close to the royal family.

Korkie pockets the gloves, and exits the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

—

You almost didn’t want to close the door, blushing as you entered your room, saying goodbye to him for the time being. You both agreed that it would be best if you were seen apart from each other a few more times. But you hated saying goodbye, even if it was just for a few hours.

You were expecting no visitors (brides-to-be are supposed to get plenty of rest before their wedding) and sat in your room, looking at your reflection in the vanity. You looked tired… you were after earlier. You take a deep breath, thinking about the boy on the other side of your door. The palace felt different now that you knew you were leaving. All of the wedding plans seem futile, and it’s a little fun to know that you’re going to do something bold. It’s terrifying, too. You know that if you get caught, you’ll be sentenced to a life of rape to an unloving King, and Din will be publicly executed. It was risky, all of it was, but there was nothing you wanted to do more than live your life with him.

You keep fantasizing about his face, now that you know when you’ll get to see it, you can hardly wait.

After a substantial time of picturing this face in your imagination, you carefully open up the jewelry box on the table, it’s gold, and was a gift from the Prime Minister when you first arrived. Inside stored all of the jewelry you currently have: Some small diamond earrings, others emerald brooches. You picked up a necklace, the necklace Korkie gave you when he proposed. The blue stone inside was beautiful, you wouldn’t deny that, but what the necklace symbolized was disgusting to you. You looked around your room to find something sharp, you settled on a long hairpin, one you never used. You hold the necklace in one hand and the sharp hairpin in the other. You bring the jewelry up close to your face, and take a deep breath before carefully pressing the tip of the pin in between the gold setting and the blue diamond. You put pressure on it, watchfully lifting up the stone just enough that you can fit more of the pin underneath, pushing up until the diamond pops out. It was so satisfying that you almost didn’t catch the precious stone before it fell on the ground.

You hold it up to the light, examining your reflection in it before setting it back down on the table, and repeating the process with various other pieces of jewelry. You eventually have a small pile of jewels, some rubies, some moonstones, an opal or two, and enough diamonds to arrange a beautiful tiara. You smile at your handy work, and then stand back up to dig through another drawer across the room for a needle and thread. You also grab the dress you intended to wear for the escape. It was a practical tan with blue accents, you didn’t want to use purple or red because those dyes were too expensive for a believable fugitive. The dress had long sleeves, and although it was the middle of summer, you knew this would be more practical. It would protect you better from the world. It was also your most simple gown here, and you would still need to make some alterations so it wouldn’t look like it came out of a literal princess’ wardrobe.

You return to your perch in front of the vanity, using a pair of crane scissors to rip open a small opening on the bodice in between the inner-lining and the outer-fabric. You then spend the better-half of the afternoon wrapping thread around each stone in thick bundles of fiber and then sewing those knots into the fabric. You weren’t the best sewer, it’s not a skill you ever really needed to know, but it was something you enjoyed doing nonetheless.

It took several hours to complete, and as you carefully worked the stones into the length of the bodice you lost track of time. Din had patiently waited outside this entire time, partially waiting for you to invite him in at one point, but you become lost in your thoughts, working hard on the dress. Soon golden-hour filled your room, and you didn’t even notice that the sun began to set. You sewed the bodice back up, feeling around for the lumps of stone and finding that you had done a good job placing them throughout where your corset would be. These would also act almost as a layer of armor, protecting you as if anything horrible were to happen. The thought of that made you shudder, but it was the reality of the situation. You would have to admit to yourself that everything was going to change very soon…

It was dusk when you started ripping out some of the embroidery on the dress, trying to make it look less attractive. You pricked your fingers a handful of times during this project, similar to this morning, but you still didn’t care. You eventually fell asleep at the desk, the dress bunched up in your lap. You were quite exhausted still after last night, and you couldn’t help but doze off at your station. You dreamed of far-off lands, the deserts, the forests that await your presence.

You dreamed of Din, you dreamed of his curly, brown hair and golden skin. You dreamed of how his rough, calloused fingers feel against your skin. You dream of his laugh, his low, gruff chuckle that he shares with you and only you. You dream of when you kissed him in front of the entire castle staff. You dream of how his bottom lip feels in between yours, and how his peach-fuzz tickles your face. You dream about when he tickles your back at night, scratching your shoulder-blades and rubbing your upper-arms. How he holds you against his bare chest after licking between your legs for hours. How his broad shoulders relax around you, how he’s a father who loves his son, how he knows the stars like the back of his hands… how he’s the rightful ruler of Mandalore.

Din is who you wake up to, his strong arms picking you up and holding you to his cold, beskar chest. He picks you up bridal style, he does it as if you weigh nothing, fitting like a puzzle-piece in his arms, and you’re still groggy with sleep but your eyes look up. It’s dark, and the sleep in your eyes keeps things blurry but you think you can outline the shape of his face. His prominent nose, his strong jaw, you aren’t sure if it was a dream or not because it all happened on that plane between consciousness and the best sleep you’ve ever had. You can’t remember it very much, but you think you remember his brown eyes.

Din places you on the bed, pulling your dress over your head so you’re left in your silk undergarments. He’s so gentle and careful not to hurt you or wake you up. He takes the pins out of your hair, and slips off your flats. Din picks you up and places you under your covers and you were expecting him to fuck the shit out of you again but he doesn’t. He pulls the down-cover up to your shoulders and kisses your forehead. You shift in your position, getting comfortable as you hear the sound of beskar clanking to the ground and a door locking. Din slides under the covers with you, his shirt missing and body so warm. He pulls you close to his chest and kisses your ear. You sigh into his touch, melting into his smell and the sound of his heart-beating against your back. You’re back into a deep sleep in no time after that.

—

Two days before the wedding

Din is gone before you wake up, and you blush as you remember that he won’t be tomorrow morning. Before Soniee can really get you ready for the day, there’s a heavy knock on your door. She goes to answer it, you’re still in your robe, hair tied back. Your maid opens it to the last person you wanted to see: Korkie.

“Your Highness.” You begrudgingly curtsy. He nods in response, but no ‘hello’ or title in return. “I wasn’t expecting you this morning.” You try peeking over his shoulder to see if Din is there, but you couldn’t quite tell.

“I’m sure you didn’t.” He looks around the room. You side-eye the dress on your vanity, the dress with some of Mandalore’s most precious jewels sewn into it. You silently prayed to the stars that he didn’t notice. “Would you join me for breakfast?”

You swallow, he always had some ulterior motive, and your throat burned at the sight of him. He was a manipulator, you wanted nothing to do with him. “I’ll meet in an hour?” You suggest, making a point to not necessarily accept his invitation.

“No… I think we’d better have it now.” He holds his hands behind his back. You look at him, trying to read what he was doing here, but you couldn't.

“Oh…shall I change first?”

“No, that’s not necessary.” The air is heavy, you both know something is up, but you aren’t sure what it is. Korkie snaps and three butlers come in with food, setting them down on the table by your door, pushing aside the flowers Ahsoka sent you last week. “We marry in…three days, is it?”

“Two.” You correct him. How could he not even know that?

“Yes. Two days. I trust you are being taken care of.” He doesn’t even look at you as he speaks, his eyes are examining the paintings on the ceilings.

“One might say so.” You think of Din. He’s shown you more unconditional and pure love than anyone in your entire life (and less pure love).

“Lovely. I would want nothing less for my radiant bride.” He sounds insincere, you knew he was after what you heard yesterday. You noticed the butlers haven’t left, Soniee just stands in the corner, her head bowed. “Now, I don’t know how much you know about the wedding night.” Korkie implied.

“More than you would expect.” You harmlessly reply, but it was true. More than he will ever know.

“Great! So you know how important my future Queen’s chastity is.” He looks right at you as he says this. Your knees threaten to buckle but you keep it together. Did he know? What sick game was he playing here? You raise an eyebrow and nod just for the sake of getting whatever he had to say next over with. “Zabe!” Korkie calls and the door opens. A fourth man comes in, he’s tall, his black hair slicked back into a tight bun, his brow furrowed. “My friend and religious advisor will perform a virginity test on you.”

“I’m sorry what?” You say, shocked. “No he won’t.” You take a step back, feeling very unsafe in this room.

“Oh yes he will.” Korkie’s eyes darken. It’s like he freezes you in place. “You have nothing to hide! It’s just tradition.” If you were stupid you would think he was trying to comfort you, but the cadence of his tone says otherwise. He knew something was up, and so did you. He wouldn’t be pushing for it if he really thought you were still a virgin. You’re exposed, and you don’t have Din to protect you this time. You remember what he told you a while back: you’re smart. You scan the room.

You clear your throat before struggling to speak up again, “How will this test be done, exactly?” You knew you had to be very careful with your words here. The tall man slips two fingers into his mouth and pulls them out. You feel weak, and actually swallow down some bile.

You did not want this.

“I… don’t feel comfortable with this.” You reiterate. Looking at Soniee, begging for help.

“Get out, maid.” Korkie says and Soniee nods, exiting to the bathroom. You really are alone now.

“Please, Korkie-“

“Why not? It’s fast and painless-“

“I doubt that.” You interrupt Korkie. “If it was painless, there would be no blood.” You nod.

“No. If my future Bride is a slut, then there will be no blood.” Korkie seethes. You hate him. How dare he put you in this position. You tried to control your breathing and not deck him across the face in a difficult attempt to calm your heart rate. Why couldn’t they have done this when you first arrived. Before you let your guard fuck your brains out every night?

You were terrified. You didn’t want to do this and you especially didn’t want a complete stranger to perform it. Besides, you know that there will not be a result that Korkie is happy with. Why didn’t you think of this? You should have expected him to do something like this. But then again, he probably wouldn’t be pushing for it unless he was genuinely curious. If this was an actual tradition, you would have read about it in the countless books you read in your first week, or Koska would have warned you.

“Come on, Princess, I haven’t all day.” Korkie presses.

“I’m sorry I just… I need a moment. I-I’m scared.” You were horrified, and you knew that if you said something, you could sell your virginity better. “May I?” You gesture to the table of food. Korkie rolls his eyes but steps away. You examine the plates of food. Cherries. Big, red, juicy cherries. These should work.

Please work.

You grab a handful, hiding them in your fist and then popping a grave into your mouth before turning around.

“On the bed?” You swallow. The man nods and you walk over there. You stare down at your sheets, the sheets you spent the night with the man you loved. Where was he now? “May I lift my own garments?” You ask, not even turning to look.

“Fine, I don’t care, just hurry up.” You take a shaky breath and reach your fist under your skirt, you find your opening, it was a little sore from Din, but now was not the time to remember that.

You try to do it quickly so as not to look suspicious, secretly wishing Din would come into the room right now and save you, take you far, far away from this place. Your fist finds your opening, and you mush a cherry or two up as far as they go. It hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut, holding your breath, trying not to cry. When you think you have them high enough, you turn around, sitting on the bed, legs spread and body tensing and tears welling.

THIS IS THE START OF THE SEXUAL HARASSMENT SCENE, PLEASE SKIP TO NEXT CHAPTER BREAK IF NEEDED

The man walks up to you, you don’t look at him, instead staring blankly at the canopy above your bed. His hands are bigger than Din’s, too big, and he doesn’t take his time before painfully slowly pushing a finger up into you. It’s dry and it hurts and you feel violated.

“Please work, please work, please work, please work.” You think to the cherries. This couldn't be healthy.

Your body knew something unnatural and new was happening to it as every muscle tenses up, and you try not to jolt back.

You do cry. One silent, heartbroken tear rolling down your cheek.

The worst part is that you knew Korkie was enjoying this.

He keeps it up there much longer than he should have, and you cuss to your body not to relax or welcome in the invasive object. But, when he pulls his finger out, it’s covered in a gloss of dark red. It didn’t necessarily look like blood, but everyone knew that his finger went in dry, and came out red.

“Thank you.” You think again to the cherry. He turns around to show the prince and Korkie looks surprised. You wanted to feel victorious, but your body begged you to give out.

“Lovely.” Korkie nods, clearly expecting a different outcome. The man wipes it on a rag. [The next order of events are a blur to you. They all happen so fast and you don’t have any time to think. You don’t remember much before you realize you’re being pushed back onto the bed. You remember screaming and then a hand is wrapped around your mouth tightly, too tightly. Two fingers pinch your nose and you’re struggling to breathe and things are getting blurry and you hear male laughter and the sound of Korkie stripping, you’re fighting against it but the butlers who you are now realizing were never butlers are holding you down and ripping off your robe and gown and you’re crying and thrashing but you pass out before you can kick them away.]

THIS IS THE END OF THE SEXUAL HARASSMENT SCENE

You wake up several hours later, completely naked, alone, and bruised everywhere.

You crumple.

Sliding to the floor, isolated, violated and alone. You try not to cry but the tears just come. They pour out of you, and they’re not sobs, but instead the silent tears that taunt you with their subtlety. They roll down your face and you feel nothing. You feel numb. You can’t close your legs completely because your pelvis is so sore and everything hurts but nothing hurts more than your spirit. You bring your hands up to your chest, one stained red. Your head falls to your chest, and you gasp for air.

How could he? How could someone be so vile?

A soft knock on your door comes an hour later and you’re too numb to stand up and try to cover yourself and so you just sit there pathetically. Thank the stars when a familiar suit of beskar armor enters.

He curses, slamming the door behind him and running to you. As soon as he’s by your side, the silent tears turn into heart-wrenching sobs and gasps for air that prevent your lungs from ever filling and your head is pounding from everything. You wrap your arms over his shoulders, sobbing painfully. Your cries are heard outside.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, his arms wrapping around your waist, the door closes and you start to cry again. Why did you have to be so weak? “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you. I broke our promise and I’m so fucking sorry.” He whispers your name, his hands running through your matted hair.

“Why?” You ask. “Why did he-“

“He’s a monster.” Din says. He just holds you like that for so long, longer than you expected. He held you until you gathered your breathing and slowed your heart rate and your tears finally subsided. You stay pressed to his chest while you break down and he lets you take your time to build yourself back up again.

When you do start breathing semi-normal again (aside from a few sighs here and there) Din helps you stand up before carrying you to the lavatory. He draws you a bath, hot, steamy water pouring from the kitchen into the tub. He helps you into it, taking off most layers in the process until all was left is his typical under-clothes and that blasted helmet.

He’s forgiving as he cleans you up, running the sponge over your bruises, both the ones of passion left from him and the ones left from malice by the other. There was no way he didn’t know about the two of you now, but neither of you cared. All that mattered now was taking care of you. He rubbed herbs into your skin and soaps and oils and helped you wash your hair and you had to painfully tell him not to press too hard on that muscle or that bruise or that thigh.

He cleaned up your face, and dried your incessant tears before helping you out of the bath. He dries you, and you braid your hair back before you leave together into the room to gather some garments for you. You walk into the bedroom and Din is helping you into the silk clothes. He never left your side once, a hand on your lower back or laced in your fingers.

He holds you again when you start to cry again. You stay there and he doesn’t talk for a long time but when he owes, “How did you fool him before he…”

“It’s terrible, you don’t want to know.” You shake your head, mortified.

“But I do.”

“But it’s gross, you’ll think I’m disgusting.” You sniffle. Din goes silent and painfully still. You look at him, waiting for his response. He cups your face with either hand, gloves already off and skin warm to your tear-stained cheeks.

“I could never think that. I want to know because I care about you, and I need to make sure you aren’t hurt.” You look at him after he says this, and before you can respond, you’re a blubbering mess all over again.

“But I am hurt.” You cry out again.

“Shit, I am so sorry.” He holds you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry to keep crying like this I just-“ You try to pull yourself together but you can’t seem to do it. It was traumatizing to be taken advantage of like that in front of strangers and a man you’re supposed to love. Din guides you to the bed, and sits you down. He kneels in front of you, holding either of your hands in his.

“Don’t ever apologize for being vulnerable with me…some wish they could be as open.” He reassures. You know exactly who he’s talking about. You look down at him with red eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Be open with me.” You whisper, grabbing his hand and then holding it up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. “What do you want to tell me?” Your tears finally slowed until stopping altogether.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Please. I need to get out of my own head.”

He takes a deep breath, “Sometimes… sometimes I’m upset that I can’t fall in love.

“It used to keep me up at night, I would wonder what I was missing out on. But you see, I was raised not to… not to feel emotion. ‘Emotion is a distraction, it’s a weakness’. So when I met Maris, I didn’t understand what I was experiencing. It wasn’t so much love as it was lust for one another, and it was all fun and games until she got pregnant, and then all of a sudden, there was something more important to me in this life than bounties.”

“Rue.” You swallow.

“Rue.” He confirms. “I would do anything for him, from the moment I knew he existed in Maris every day I lived for him, and in return that made me fall in love with Maris, too.” You had never heard of Maris before. You didn’t need any more context. “But then, she had Rue and the Sun stopped being a star and the sky and my world revolved around this little boy who looked just like me, but Maris didn’t really stick around.” You squeeze his hand tighter, urging him to go on. His voice was shaky, he was nervous, you could tell, you wanted him to feel safe, just as he made you feel. “She said I was spending too much time on the job and after one close call, she was gone in an instant, taking Rue with her. This made me… hate her. It made me cry and yell and hurt and it made me feel emotions that I didn't even know existed. Not only had I taken a chance on loving her, but I also got the most important thing in the world to me in return.

“Maris was robbed, raped and murdered in Keldabe, two months after she left. I couldn’t help but blame myself. Peli is the one who found eleven-month-old Rue, and after I almost lost myself looking for them, I came across my son, a blood-thirsty queen, and a chase that would happen for several years after.” You thought you could hear him crying, but you weren’t sure. “I ended up here, in this place, cold and bitter and hateful to the world. The only thing that brought me any joy anymore was Rue, and now I could rarely see him. I was a prisoner to the crown,yes, but even worse: I was a prisoner to my own mind.

“They said if I gathered information about you and Corellia as your knight, they would let me off of probation sooner, and I would be banished to Coruscant, but I would have Rue, and I would be out of Mandalore, which is all I wanted. So I took the job.

“But you showed me on the first night that you were worth more than me spying on you. You were kind, and patient, and spent your first week here trying to learn our customs so you would fit in even though not a single person had been kind to you. You had the brightest smile… and the prettiest hair… and the softest skin…” You smile wide, tears welling in your eyes again.

“I am… a mess, I have a messy past and a dirty history and I have no idea where my future is headed. I don’t even own a comb because I don’t need to brush my hair. I’ve killed people, I’ve hunted people, I’ve done horrible things in my past and you never thought of me any less when you found out. You never treated me any different. I guess I never expected someone as perfect as a Princess would be willing to listen to my story, and yet you always asked me about my day, you asked me my name, you asked me about… me.

“And then I realized I knew nothing about myself.” He chuckles and so do you before he continues on.

“But I learned through you. I learned that I love to dance,” You laugh, remembering your terrible waltz practices fondly, “I learned that I love physical touch… I love being held, and holding you. I learned that I prefer the rain, and I like the color gold. I learned that life through a lens doesn’t keep me from making memories. I learned that reading is actually fun, and that I love hearing you read. I learned how to steal a map, and how to keep promises.” You can hear the smile through his words, your heart danced. “I learned that the ocean is beautiful because it’s vast, not terrifying. I learned that royals can be good, and that I can understand them sometimes. I learned that kindness is unconditional, and all kinds and classes of people deserve selflessness and charity.

“But above all else, I learned how to fall in love.”

You wish you weren’t crying, but you loved him so much.

“So yeah, I used to be upset that I couldn’t fall in love, until I learned that I can fall in love, it just has to be with the right person. And tomorrow, I’m gonna take you away from here, and I’m gonna show you the world. It’s gonna be scary and hard and you may regret it sometimes, but I will never regret showing you the life you deserve, because, because I love you.”

You drop his hand and put your hands in your face, crying, but he very gently pulls them down, and when you look up, you see him.

You see his face.

You see his brown, brown eyes. They’re beautiful, deep and layered and begging you to say you love him back. You see his short eyelashes, how they’re dewed from his tears. He has smile lines on the corner of his eyes, and his eyebrows are uneven and messy and the same dark brown of his hair.

His hair that is curly and dusky and a few curls fall on top of his forehead and threaten to fall into his eyes and they’re unkempt and perfect. He has several stress lines in his forehead but two very prominent ones in between his eyebrows and you can’t help but think about how expressive he really is under all that beskar.

His nose is angled and hooked and the most prominent feature on his perfect face. It’s big but not too big, it balanced his features and it fit his face and personality perfectly.

He has the poutiest lips, begging to be kissed. They’re soft and hidden under his cute, tawney, mustache. They quiver as your eyes read all of his features: his strong chin, the peach fuzz growing, where his cheekbones sat, the angle and shape of his jawline.

Din Djarin is perfect, and you can’t stop yourself from lifting your hand and tracing the shapes of his face. You had traced them a hundred times before, but it was so much better now. Your thumb runs along his bottom lip and then down to the shape of his chin. You cup his jaw and then lift your hands to his eyes, wiping a tear on one side, running your fingertips along his golden skin. You learn forward and rest your forehead against his, breathing him in with your eyes open, finally.

He’s holding his breath and you quietly ask him to breathe. He shakily fills his lungs and you rub the tip of your nose against his. You pull away one more time to look at him, noticing every line, every hair, every way his eyes look up at you in fear.

You cup his face again, and you smile wide, wider and bigger and happier than you had ever smiled before, ever. Your cheeks hurt from how wide you're smiling at him that you can hardly see out of your eyelashes but he smiles back.

And oh, stars, his smile.

He lightens up, and even more smile lines that were hidden show up. His teeth are perfectly straight, and his lips stretch to show his relief. His cheeks grow rosy and his eyes look down and he lets out a soft chuckle. You lift his fiance up again so his eyes are looking at you and you can just stare into them for a while.

Both of you are so still, so quiet.

You lean in, and kiss him. Never before was there a more gentle, perfect kiss in the history of the world. The kiss you shared was more intimate than any sexual activity you had ever performed, it wasn’t hungry, but it wasn’t still. It danced along your lips and your thumbs held his cheeks there and he kissed you like you were melting honey that was overflowing out of a thick honeycomb that had just been harvested from the hive and was golden and sweet and searched by all Pharohs. You kiss him like the snowmelt in the mountains, like the warm sun shining on the freezing ground and telling it “It’s spring now” and the water is rushing down the valleys and into rushing rivers and eventually to the vast, beautiful ocean.

You pull apart, and just look at each other. You just stare at him, and you don’t need to do anything else because he was so much. better than what you imagined. He was beautiful and soft and strong and handsome at the same time. Din had a perfect mix of built and gentle, like he was chiseled out of marble by Naboolian artist. You didn’t even care that his hair was messy.

“What do you think?” He asks, his voice soft.

“You are…wow.” You chuckle, “I’m sorry I don’t know how to explain it I just-“ He kisses you before you can finish your sentence, this kiss is shorter but just as sweet. You look down at him, heart full, “I love you, too.”

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made for you // v.h.

hello.. im sorry i havent been posting. school has been keeping me busy but i wanted to post this. this idea comes from @yelenasdarling so thank you ! i recommend listening to halley’s comet by billie eilish (as well as the whole album) bc that’s the song that is being discussed in this (as well as many others), so yuh. enjoy ! and i promise i haven’t forgotten about party @ y/ns !

vinnie hacker x singer!fem!reader

Word Count: 1408, edited

WARNING: MAJOR FLUFF LUV

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As the year was coming to an end, so was your debut album. For months, you’d been working with the best producers, musicians, and doing endless promo for this album and within a few days, you’d be playing it for the label. Obviously because it is your first record, you’re protective over it. No one had heard it besides the people working on it. So, you were a bit nervous to let your pleading boyfriend, Vinnie, tag along to the studio with you.

It was Friday, and you two had been chilling in his room when your producer, Sarah, said she needed you to go over it before the label meeting. As you bid your goodbyes to Vinnie, informing him of the reason for your departure, he pouted. “Why can’t I come?” he nearly cried, giving you his puppy dog eyes. Because you couldn’t resist them—and you just can’t say “no” to him—you allowed him to come.

Now here the two of you were, in the studio and listening to Sarah go on and on about how long it took for her to finish mastering it. Your manager, Jen, had came too. She had to hear the album for herself also. She couldn’t have her client looking a mess in front of her bosses. Bad for business and her reputation.

“…and after an hour or two of making sure your vocals were clear, I finally finish the album.” Sarah explained. “Honestly, this is probably the best album I’ve produced in a minute, and I worked on SZA’s album.”

“That good?” Vinnie asked with a smirk, leaning against the studio door. “That’s sick. I’m ready to listen to it.”

As that sentence left Vinnie’s mouth, you felt your anxiety overcome you. “Are you sure, Sarah? There has to be some sort of adlib I need to rework or something. Can’t be ready so soon.”

“Y/n, it can’t get any better than this. This is a solid project. I should know, I spent days listening to it over and over again. Trust me, it’s ready.”

“Besides, it’s too late to rerecord now.” Jen added. “The label meeting is next Thursday, and we don’t have a week for Sarah to mix and master all over again. Once the label gives us the greenlight, if there’s anything to tweak, you can do it before you have to submit the final project. But until then, no changes and no additions.”

You sighed, nodded your head. It’s not that you were afraid of it not being perfect. You were more scared of what Vinnie would think. I mean, he’s the one who inspired the album; more than half of the songs are about him. His opinion meant everything to you, and if he didn’t like an inch of it…that would destroy you.

As you were sulking and picking at your chipped nail polish, Vinnie wandered over to you where you sat at the soundboard with Sarah. He leaned against it and smiled down at you. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Nothing.” You sighed, keeping your head down. He scoffed and chuckled. “Y/n, you’re playing with your nail polish. You always do that when you’re upset.”

He pulled you up and took you out of your seat before sitting down himself and placing you on his lap. “Tell Santa what’s up.” He joked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m just nervous. This album means so much to me.”

“Completely understandable. It’s your first one, it should mean a lot to you.”

You shook your head. “It’s not just because of that. It’s also because it’s about you. The only reason you haven’t came with me to the studio until now is because I didn’t want you to hate anything on this, and it would kill me if you did.”

“Y/n, look at me”—you finally met his eyes for the first time—“I could never not like anything you do. Especially if it’s dedicated to me. That’s like throwing away a gift you gave me. I wouldn’t ever do that. So don’t think for a minute that I’d hate this. That’s literally impossible.”

You smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead. “You’re too good for me.”

“I know.” He laughed and turned to Sarah. “Play us the album!” He said dramatically, sending the producer into a fit of giggles.

She followed his orders and with a few clicks and the press of a button, the first song from your album rang out from the studio speakers. You watched timidly as Vinnie bobbed his head up and down as it went from track to track.

“This shit slaps!” He exclaimed as “Y/n Bossa Nova” played. He nearly about died during “Oxytocin”, claiming it to be god tier. Minutes went by until you got to the final track “Halley’s Comet”, and you were scared to play him this song.

While the other tracks were quite playful in nature, this one was different. The song was a bit cynical, but it was also like a love letter to Vinnie. Never before have you ever felt what you had with him. And at first that made you scared. But as the months went by and your relationship started to blossom, you realized he was the one for you. This was just your way of telling him that.

When it started, you looked everywhere but at Vinnie. It wasn’t just because you couldn’t bear to see the expression on his face, but also because this song was quite emotional. You didn’t want him to see you “being a little bitch” as you put it.

The sound of your soft vocals bounced off the walls and you felt Vinnie place his chin on your shoulder. His hold on you grew tighter as he swayed you two back forth. A small smile crept it’s way onto your face as you tried your best to stray away from crying.

“I’ve been loved before, but right now in this moment,” you sung, “I feel more and more like I was made for you…”

When those lyrics hit, you felt Vinnie stop swaying. Hell, you were pretty sure he had stopped breathing too. You didn’t know what to think about that; did he not like the song, is he shocked? What was he thinking and feeling? Shortly after, the song came to an end with you singing, “I think I might have fallen in love…what am I to do?”

And with that, the album finished. The room was silent, the only sound being your sniffles. Although that was broken when Sarah screamed. “Wasn’t that amazing!? Ugh, my power…I really outdid myself on this one.”

Thankfully, Jen understood the impact of that last song. “Sarah, why don’t we go get a Snickers or something from the vending machine?”

“I can’t eat anything fatty, Jen. You know this.”

Jen mouthed some profanities and threats at the woman causing her to shoot up from her chair and run out into the hallway. “We’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” Jen smiled, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Neither of you or Vinnie spoke and that somewhat was comforting. However, part of it made you feel insecure about the album, “Halley’s Comet” in specific. Out of all the songs, that’s the one you wanted him to like the most.

The silence soon grew uncomfortable, so you decided to be the first to speak. “Well, that was the album. What’d you think?”

He opened his mouth, but it was obviously he couldn’t find the right words to say. “I-I don’t know how to even put it in words.”

“That bad?” You sighed.

“No, never.” He laughed. “It was beautiful, all of it really. And that last song, that was amazing.”

You pursed your lips, hiding the grin wanting to break free. “You think so?”

“Yeah, it was definitely one of my favorites. To know I had that much of an impact on you, it’s really sweet. I didn’t think I could simp for you any harder than I do now.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“It’s the truth!” he said, throwing his hands up in defense. “I love you, Y/n. I really do.”

“I love you too.” And with that, he laid a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips.

Pulling back, he said, “Oh and just so you know, I agree with you.”

“On what?”

“You were definitely made for me.”