#how did i even get into that ship - it will remain a mystery forever

[black-leather-sketchbook]

(Mostly) EndHawks sketch dump

[lethesbeastie]

Day 6 of bweirdOCtober feat. Wraith! Thought it'd be a fun prompt to drop some lore writing I have for them, so enjoy! :3

The Wraith of the Merchant's Seas

The first thing I remember was the way the light glimmered from beneath the waves. 

I don't know how long I'd been there— floating aimlessly through the open sea. I do know that when I woke up then, for the very first time, I was hungry. 

I was small then— no larger than the captain's compass, able to fit in the palm of one hand.

I don't recall what I ate. Probably plankton or some other microscopic prey, whatever was drifting along with me in the open sea. I do know that I did not try to surface for a very long time.

It was a storm that brought me up eventually. I had no sense of how frightening they were above the water; beneath the waves, it's not much different from the sea at night. Just with worse currents and brighter lights. But well, that time there was a ship nearby. 

The storm killed it. 

Sent its crew and cargo sinking down, down, down into the depths below. Sent it down to me.

I like light. Not. Not a lot of it— hurts my eyes a bit— but I think it's rather pretty. Especially when it catches on something shiny. And that ship, I guess it must've been something rather important, because it sent so many glittering things into the water. 

Took forever for me to collect them all— I've still got a few. Brought em’ to the captain after I decided to stay, though I didn't really understand money at the time. Sold most of it off to buy myself stuff at the markets the first time the crew took me to land. Kept these pearls though. They're pretty. And soft.

The sparkling things made me curious about where they'd come from. I didn't really understand ships— I thought they were like whales, some sort of great beast that lived its life above the waves. (I wasn't entirely wrong about that either, though Captain says the Wanderer is a rather unusual case.) 

Eventually I decided I wanted to learn more about them, these beasts of wood and metal. I understood the whims of sharks and eels and birds. It was only these ships that remained such a stubborn mystery.

I began to follow them on their routes across the sea. First from beneath the waves, then as I got bigger and a bit more bold, from the shadows of their great wooden hulls. 

I learned that ships carried many things. Some held shiny treasures like those I'd found that first night. Others had paper or fabrics, though those didn't tend to do well in the sea. All of them held people

I don't really know what I thought before I saw other people for the first time. For some reason I'd assumed I was alone. I knew fish could think and feel, but most of the little ones didn't seem to plan, and even the bigger ones weren't too keen on anything that didn't get them food. 

The people on the boats were different. They weren't simple like fish. They made noises and touched one another, wore strange colors and moved in stranger ways. 

I thought they were beautiful. 

They did not feel the same.

The first time I got spotted by a sailor, I think they thought I was a baby kraken— some sort of little sea beast, still too small to do harm. They threw things into the water at me, pointed and made strange sounds. I didn't like it, so I dove away. 

The next sailors that saw me threw spears. 

After that, I decided that no matter how curious I was, I'd never let the sailors see me. It was too dangerous, too frightening to face them and the metal claws they might toss into the depths. 

Still, as I waited for my wounds to heal, I could not ignore the way my curiosity continued to burn. 

I wanted to understand them, these strangers and their wooden beasts and their metal claws. I wanted to know why they feared me so much as to try and take my life. 

I started leaving the water. Climbing up anchor chains and slithering between the rails in the dark.

It was strange, moving out of the water. Sound traveled differently, struck me like a knife between the eyes if I wasn't ready for it. And the lights were so brilliant, so bright. 

I can't say that I really liked it. But I became accustomed to the change. 

Got good at sneaking about and hiding, at following and learning people's routines, how and where they moved, where they looked. 

I learned more about the sorts of things the people kept on the ships. Paper and fabric, though useless beneath the waves, were luxurious when kept dry. The metal claws they used against me before came in many more shapes and sizes, and were used to compensate for their lack of proper teeth or claws. Cooked food was my favorite early discovery, a bowl of half eaten fish soup left cold on the edge of a deck becoming my first forray into the wonderful world of culinary arts. 

There were things the ships helped me learn about myself too. 

The first time I stowed away on a ship, I came across a mirror. 

It was dark in the hold, surrounded by boxes, and I'd been using my bioluminescence to try and sneak a peak when I saw something brilliantly glimmering. I drew closer, then closer, until I hit my head on the glass with a wet smack.

Once I got a handle on my startled squeak of pain, I turned to face my assailant and saw… me. 

Took me a while to understand that that was what I was looking at.  

I didn't look like any of the sailors I'd seen. I didn't look like any of the fish either. I looked... strange. Half formed. Like half eaten bait. I sat there for a long while, examining myself, learning the curves of my face, trying to piece together why I was the way I was. 

After I saw my own face, I came back down to the mirror every night for many weeks, comparing myself in the dim light to people I'd seen. 

That's where I learned how to change.

I've always known how to do it— it's instinct more often than not, an unconscious reaction to the thought that I should hide. Most of the time I'd just mimic rocks or animals, trying to blend in. But there, beneath the deck, I thought of people's faces. And I tried to make their features all my own. It was never quite perfect— I couldn't seem to shake my need for gills and fins— but it made it easier to creep about. Easier to pretend I was something I was not. 

It was dark the night I crept onto the Wanderer's Jaws. 

The night's eye— or the moon rather, as I later learned— was in one of those thinner stages. Like a shark had taken a bite and the flesh had come away clean. Nights like that were always best for creeping onto new ships. Made it harder for the night watch to notice me. I climbed up using the anchor chain, which was hanging low near the water, and slithered across the deck until I found a place to hide.

I remember being confused at the time why there weren't any people on watch. Most boats with any size to em take a lot of hands to man, and while the Wanderer wasn't a particularly grande size, it was still a decently large ship. I don't know what I chalked it up to. Experienced crew or something like that. But eventually I dismissed the emptiness and set to sneaking into the hold. 

I was looking for something interesting in the cargo. I've made a habit over the years of collecting things from the ships I snuck onto. My own sort of treasures. I'd seen a sailor recently using a sparkling gold compass, and decided I wanted one of my own. I hadn't seen one when I decided to board the ship— I just thought that if there were people, it'd be a good place to start.

I didn't end up finding one. I know now that at the time, they'd just left one of their usual markets, which meant most of their cargo was either gold from being paid or other items they planned to sell at their home port. Plus, they weren't the trinket collecting sort. Least, not till I came along. So there wasn't much chance of me stumbling across anything small and sturdy enough for me to keep. 

The food on board was good though. Better than any I'd had before. One of the crew members— a tall, slender thing— had some pets on board.

I'd never seen a goat or a chicken before, since I'd never gone out onto land, but at the time I remember thinking it was rather odd. The goat's milk and chicken's eggs helped supplement the usual sailor’s diet of hardtack and gruel, and they'd gotten several exotic foods in Port, so when I came aboard the cook had taken to crafting up a feast each night. It was wonderful, and I remember wishing very badly that I could somehow eat more than the scraps I'd snatched from the waste buckets when no one was looking. 

I hid on board the ship for two weeks before I was caught. At some point in that first week I'd decided I liked the ship enough to stay till they hit portside, and took to memorizing the crew's shifts and routines so I could avoid them. 

I didn't think much of how few there were aboard till they started to get suspicious of a few stolen things. I thought the trinkets I took were small— shiny bits of metal and glass, things that no one would miss. 

Turns out though that a navigator losing their tools is actually a rather significant cause for alarm. 

I ended up returning them, put em’ back close to where they'd been found. But the damage was done. The crew knew there was someone else on board, and while I was sneaky, I was still lacking in experience with the wider world. It had never occurred to me that I could be tricked and trapped just as easily as the fish I'd learned to catch. 

They ended up setting a trap for me. Left a plate of food unattended in a quiet part of the hull, and ended up finding me tangled in the ship's living rigging, holding a broken shard of the plate as a makeshift knife.

The crew seemed to freeze at the sight. I don't think they really knew what to make of me. Captain told me later that it's not completely unheard of to find orphaned children on the sea. Usually they're found closer to port though, or sulking about on deck after dark. And those children never look like me. 

I'd never really thought about the different kinds of people before then. To me, if it spoke and moved and thought, it was as much of a person as me. I learned later that there were categories though. That people who looked certain ways came from different groups than others. And that some people didn't belong to any group at all. 

Hybrid. That's what I was. That's why I didn't look like anyone else I'd ever know. I was something that shouldn't exist, that didn't, couldn't, wouldn't belong anywhere, or with anyone at all. 

I remember being very, very scared when they caught me. I don't know why, since aside from those sailors in the past with the rocks and harpoons, I'd never really been found before. I didn't have any reason to believe that they'd hurt me. But for some reason, something in my head thought they would. 

It didn't really help that the first thing Captain did upon discovering me there was to chortle out a deep, booming laugh. He was the only one to do so— the rest of the crew were still trying to make sense of my odd assortment of limbs. 

Captain was the first person to try and speak to me. I don't know why, perhaps the other's were too unnerved, too unsure of what I was. By then I'd learned enough language to catch the gist of things, though I wasn't good at talking myself, but it was still hard for me to understand. 

In the end I decided to trust him because of his tone I think. He's a big man, broad shouldered and strong, and while I know now he's got gentle hands, back then they were simply large. He looked like a predatory thing, like the type of fish that had tried to make a meal of me back before I learned to leave the water. 

But his voice. It was hard to be afraid of that voice. 

It was raspy, yet full, and it reminded me of the distant bellows of whalesong. I'd heard him speak before, heard him bellow at the crew and the sea, heard him laugh and roar and howl. 

But here, with me, he was so very quiet. His voice was soft, and warm, and calm. 

I don't know why, but I felt like I could trust him. And when he held out his hand, so large compared to mine, I decided to take it. 

It's been years since then, that first frightening night. The crew taught me common, how to read and write and speak. Told me the tales the sailors told of the wraith of the merchant's seas— tales about me. They gave me my meals, and my bed, and my name. 

I've learned a lot since then, about the world and about myself. 

It is more dangerous for me than I'd realized, to travel as a hybrid on the sea. We have to be careful no matter where we go to port. 

There are powerful people that hate us, who speak with silver tongues and set the masses on our kind like a frenzy of sharks. It's safer to hide what we are when we aren't among friends.  

I'm especially good at hiding. 

Half changeling, Captain says. He'd never met one himself, but he'd heard of them before I'd come aboard. He went out looking for a few after the crew decided to keep me, wanted to find someone to teach me how to shift. He didn't end up finding one, but he did bring back a few books. I'm good at changing now, good at making myself look like something I'm not. It's sort of like a game of shells and cups.  Under one of these figures is a secret. Most people don't find the right one. 

I miss my crew. They've done so much for me since they found me. Raised me up on the shifting sea. They love me too, I know it. 

That's why I have to bring them home. 

[ethereal-multiplicity]

⟡ Worldly Mysteries - Siren Folk ⟡

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More and more people are coming around to the possibility of different realms and the beings who rule those. Such as Spirits, Pagan Gods/Goddesses, Witches/Witchcraft, Fae, Mermaids, Sirens, etc.

This is largely because we are moving out of the Christian Age. For centuries Christianity has ruled the world, but no more. Enough is enough, so in my Worldly Mysteries series I will be explaining different types of creatures and how to work with them. This post is about Siren's.

I am open to requests on what creatures I should make a post about :)

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There is multiple different myths about how Sirens came to be and what their purpose was;

One story says that Sirens were Persephone's companions/aids, and tried to help find her when Hades took her to the underworld. Demeter gave them wings to help the search, but when they failed to find her, and more so failed to prevent her rape. they were cursed into remaining in their monstrous form.

Another story says that sirens were the daughters of Achelous, and yet another says they were the daughters of Oceanus and Gaia

The mythology of Siren Folk has changed a lot over the millennia, but one thing remains consistent, they are shapeshifters that were usually women. (Which includes being stuck/cursed)

The main myth is that they are half bird, other myths say they are half fish (A "mermaid"). Another less common myth, yet very common in Hollywood Media, says that they can shift between half bird, half fish, and fully human.

Their main role in myth and media is that they have beautiful singing voices, sometimes accompanied by the music of either a lyre, a kithara, or a aulos, and they use their talents to lure sailors (mostly men) into their watery deaths. A Siren will hypnotize a sailor with her voice, make the ship crash and sink against the rocks she sat upon, and some myths say they eat their victims after they drowned, but no matter the myth, there is rarely a victim who got away alive and unscathed.

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Why should people work with Sirens? We'll get to that in a minute.

The most obvious reason someone might not want to work with them is because Sirens are depicted as... violent to say the least. However, so many deities all across the globe did more fucked up things then killing some probably horrible sailors.

Examples being; Zeus and Poseidon repeatedly sexually assaulted people, including their own sisters. Hades kidnapped Persephone and manipulated her into being his wife. Literally every god slept with people outside their spouses consent. Cronus fucking ate his children. And lastly, the sheer amount of gods who willingly had sexual relations, even bore children, with their parents, siblings, or own kids. (An example I already stated in this post, is Oceanus and Gaia. Gaia is Oceanus' mother, yet one myth says that they are the parents of the Siren.)

The list can go on forever, sirens are so tame compared to Gods and Goddesses, yet we still worship and love them?

Now, you may be asking, why would people still worship those Gods? Well, that's for another post, but the simplest answer is, because it's mythology. It was likely written by fucked up humans wanting to excuse their actions.

Anyway, back to the main question. Why should/would anyone work with The Siren? Here are a few reasons off the top of my head;

Glamour Magick. Sirens are depicted as one of the most beautiful beings that exist, that you would think they were daughters of Aphrodite. Not only that, but water is just... healing. Water in general is a powerful tool in Glamour Magic, now pair that with a Siren. You'll be catching everyone's heads.

Sex Magick. Sirens hypnotize and control people for shits and giggles, honey if you invoke them for sexual magick your gonna have the best night of your life. Not only that, but sexual healing, body image healing, etc.

Similar to the first two, Love Magick. I personally do not practice love magick without all parties consent, but no matter the rules you have for your practice, Siren's attract people of all genders, if you invoke them for Love Magick, whoever your doing it for, even if it's yourself, is gonna find someone that worships the ground they walk on.

Confidence. Working with the Siren can teach you how to view yourself in a healthy way, and understand yourself in a way you never did before.

Luck Magick. Siren's are creatures of the sea, and the sea brings luck and prosperity. The sea brings you treasure and joy, working with the Siren could attract good things your way.

Working with Siren's could also teach you how to direct your manifestations. Once more, they hypnotize men and rarely don't get what they want. Siren energy could teach you how to lure good things to you/your target in a more definite way.

Also, if you have a fear or trauma around water/swimming, you could invoke the Siren's to basically catch your fall. Invite them to go with you, to protect you and give you the confidence you need. After all, one myth says that Siren's aren't naturally sea creatures, they would know how to become one with water more than anything.

If you want more confidence in your voice, singing or just using it in general, they could help build your confidence and identify where your fear comes from and how to stop holding back. The most powerful part of anyone's practice is their voice, your true voice comes from your chest, and they could help you tap into that.

On the darker side,

Siren's can help with baneful magic. Again, they hypnotize and kill sailors. If you invoke siren energy for baneful workings, your target is gonna basically be yours for the attack, Siren's lower all guards and protections.

They could teach you how to lie with confidence. Not in a way that's harmful, but in a way that keeps you safe.

They could help show you your Shadow, helping you work towards your goals in life by delving head first into your past traumas and processing them.

Siren's could teach you how to use your feminine wiles, how to manipulate energy around you to get what you want, and make sure you aren't ignored.

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How might someone worship them? After all, worshipping is how you begin a relationship with a divine entity.

Here is some things I would do;

Leave offerings at the beach for the ocean to take for the Sirens. Such as sand drawings, sea shell structures, seaweed sculpture, etc.

Sing songs at the beach for the Sirens, if you can't or don't want to, you could also do it with a picture of the beach, water collected from the ocean, or even in your bathtub.

Make an Altar for them. I feel like Siren's would want their own Altar or dedicated space, especially in places like a window, bathroom, or really anywhere you would practice Glamour Magick.

Learn how to speak their language. Use your voice, and your femininity to achieve what you want.

Send flowers out into the ocean for the Sirens, but please make sure the flowers are safe to degrade in the sea.

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Do I have any warnings to working with or worshipping them? Yeah, here's a few;

Don't ask for protection without doing the work to help protect yourself.

If you have a familial practice, safely teach your children about Siren's. They are chaotic, and children need calm beings to be around, such as Persephone.

Treat Sirens with the same respect you would any deity or spirit, they are still divine beings, not monsters.

Siren's are chaotic beings, make sure you have proper goals for your relationship, otherwise it could overwhelm you. (At the same time though they are tranquil beings... it's like two sides of the same coin)

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Have fun working with them!

I am really sad there isn't a lot of resources on working with Siren Energy on google and tumblr. There is shit tons of information on working with the Fae, why not the merfolk :(

[kookiecrush]

https://www.tumblr.com/kookiecrush/733253141536096256/why-would-tae-openly-talk-about-jennie-when-topics?source=share

Tae/nnie will remain as the biggest mystery in kpop history. lmao Like what was that? What is that Paris walk all about? If not to out their relationship and be upfront about it, then why no confirmation, why no interaction, why continue being cryptic and such? Only Jn was feeding the rumor by posting those photos in those clothes, posting similar photos as Tae's, releasing a Jazz version of her song. While Tae never once alluded to that rumor. He even went on live when he got the same time of flight as BP's just to show he was alone in his car.

That Paris stint left us a lot of questions that we may never get the answers to. All of that was so weird. It's been almost two years, and we still got no answers, so I guess, it will forever haunt us and will forever leave us confused. Whatever that is, I think it served its purpose.

I just hope nothing will surface anymore. Tae'nnies only have matching clothes, accessories, association of friends and gurumi photos, nothing else, and I hope it stays that way.

Taenn*e was weird as hell. Everyone but the diehard taenn*es and the j*kookers using it to validate their ship can accept that. It's so funny how it just..stopped. Tae did the Paris walk and then said, "im out!" He put in zero effort after that 😂. Jennie made a valiant attempt to keep the ship going with her very obvious ig posts and such, but after a while it just made people more suspicious.

The Paris walk was obviously staged. Even if taennie were real, they knew they were being filmed. So they basically admitted to the world that they're dating, only for Tae to then completely forget Jennie even exists? Only for them to never be seen together again or even acknowledge each other when they were at the same concert? Everything about the whole situation was off from the very beginning. The fact that nothing was ever directly addressed by taennie or the companies involved and the fact that they made sure to keep everything as insubstantial and as vague as possible tells you everything you need to know about how real taenn*e was.

What was the true purpose of taennie? Did they achieve what they set out to achieve? Did it end as planned, or did something go wrong? I suppose we'll never know 🤷‍♀️ but I highly doubt we will see taennie again.

[thevalleyisjolly]

uno reverse card for you: top five favorite things you've written! and also, top five most memorable moments you've gotten to play with your character(s) in a ttrpg?

*proceeds to draw 4* This is how you play Uno, right? XD Thank you so much, this is a lot of fun! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Favourite Things I've Written:

To date my most popular fic, in the face of death's mystery is one of those rare things I've written where I look back on it and I remain satisfied with how it turned out. It was a big passion project that started out as a crack post and then turned much more serious into an actual story with themes and arcs. After months of writing and rewriting sections, I can still remember the thrill of realizing one day that it could be finished in time for ACOC Week 2021 (all credit to Jackrabbit for putting that together!) and that really gave me the final push I needed to get it done.

My Middle English literature course did a capstone project where we performed some of the York plays, and since there were far more people interested in acting than there were roles, me and two other students formed a scriptwriting team to combine the plays and write new characters and lines. We didn't write in Middle English, but I'm still really proud how much we managed to capture the rhythm and patterns of Middle English verse in contemporary English rhyme.

The credit for this one starts with you, because I read One With The Shadows and it not only inspired me to write ACOC fic but it also specifically inspired me to write the manner of things (in the dark). Probably the most poetic prose I've ever written, and I'm still really happy with how it turned out. Writing body horror and eldritch imagery is pretty far from my usual wheelhouse, so it was really fun to experiment with a new style and dive into the characters through this lens.

Perhaps it's recency bias, but I just had a lot of fun writing Contrapuntal Calculus. I know my writing thing is very niche fics with incredibly specific scenarios, but this was particularly niche even by my standards and I'm still quite happy with it. It's also serving as a nice little reminder to myself to write the fics I want to write and not worry about how it's going to be received. Get ready y'all for more incredibly niche fic concepts once I figure out what a writing schedule is ✌️

I once took a Shakespeare class where one of the projects was to reimagine Shakespeare in another medium. Being a musical theatre kid, I rewrote and performed "Satisfied" from Hamilton for Lady Macbeth as "Safe at Night." I'm not posting the recording because I'm not a singer and it was bad, but I stand by my parody lyrics because they were fucking incredible.

Memorable TTRPG Moments

My character technically wasn't there to witness it, but we were infiltrating a temple of our cleric's god to find out whether its priests were on the side of the villainous pirate lord (not to be confused with the non-villainous pirates), and our DM narrated this absolutely incredible scene where our cleric looked into the scrying pool and saw the pirate lord's forces attacking his home town, only to be met out in the harbour by one of his oldest friends, a fellow cleric and pirate. He sailed his ship into the middle of the attacking fleet, killed one of the pirate lord's lieutenants in personal combat but suffered a deadly wound, then messaged our cleric farewell and ignited all the gunpowder in his ship. It was such an emotional and cinematic moment, beautifully narrated by our DM, and it'll stay with me forever.

That time Vyce, with a handful of HP left, leapt over a burning tar trap, jumped up onto the back of the giant undead corpse of the villainous pirate lord, stabbed out his cursed emerald eye, and then yanked his head back as he fell so that our cleric could behead him. Simply an incredible HDYWTDT, that was about the coolest Vyce has ever been and it was the coolest he'll ever get.

I played a goblin monk in a Spelljammer mini-campaign, and our DM ruled that monks could use their Deflect Missile ability on large missiles in ship-to-ship combat. Me and the other party monk (yes we had two monks, yes I apologize to the DM but hell yeah, we had two monks) spent every single battle standing on the prow of our space ship just deflecting giant ballista and boulders with our fists. At one point, I rolled a Nat 20 and the DM narrated this tiny little goblin catching a whole boulder and lobbing it back at the other ship. On the flip side, I also got one-hit KO'ed after getting hit by a Nat 20 boulder (we were playing with brutal critical rules), but that was equally awesome in a different direction and our very merciful DM allowed me to live if the ship took damage instead.

That time I played polecat!Matt Murdock, started flirting with a big beefy otter sailor, rolled so well that we became boyfriends, and then we ended up adopting a child together <3

Before we found out his backstory, Vyce's nemesis was a mysterious bard named Frode who kept appearing, dropping lore, and generally being completely insufferable. During one such encounter, Vyce attempted to intimidate him by taking a bite out of a whole lemon with the rind still on. Now, Vyce has a -2 to Charisma, but I'm sure you can already guess what he rolled on that check. The fact that Frode was just mildly amused made it all the more worse for him and all the more entertaining for me. I love my cringefail uncharismatic son so much <3

[fantasywriter19]

20 Questions for fic writers

Thank you @petite-libellule-ao3 for the tag <3

How many works do you have on AO3?

10… 4 of them are WIPs

What’s your total AO3 word count?

740,796

What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter, Hogwarts Mystery, Labyrinth, and My Hero Academia… hoping to work on Hogwarts Legacy and Magic Awakened

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

It’s Only Forever (Labyrinth), As the World Falls Down (Labyrinth), My Quirkless Hero Academia (MHA), Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer’s Stone (Harry Potter), Melody Riddle and the Goblet of Fire (Harry Potter)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to all comments because I love that connection to the people that enjoy reading my work. It feels like it’d be insulting not to give thanks.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Melody Riddle and the Order of the Phoenix is the angstiest by far, she had a very tough year.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Err… I’d have to say It’s Only Forever for the Goblin King finally getting the girl.

Do you get hate on fics?

I’ve had hate on Melody Riddle in general from people calling her a Mary Sue.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Never done that, there’s no smut in my fics. I’m debating if I even want to.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

None of my current works on AO3 are crossovers (though my second Labyrinth fic has a hidden crossover), but I wrote them when I first started on fanfiction.net. The craziest one I did (that I don’t know what happened to it) was a crossover between Treasure Planet, Quest for Camelot, Sinbad and the Iron Giant….. don’t ask.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Novel HD posted a majority of Melody Riddle and the Order of the Phoenix before I finished it. Which is sad because I’ve seen good writers leave Wattpad because it happened to their original works.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Never have.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I tried, but we didn’t keep in contact very well.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don’t know, I should just say that’s too difficult of a question. Every romantic lead people I see in a book or movie I’ll automatically consider my favorite.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don’t want to doubt any of them, because then I’ll really give up. I haven’t been able to work on them like I want to because my real life has been spiraling out of my control, leaving my imagination lacking, but like I did when I stopped writing Order of the Phoenix for years… I didn’t give up hope of finishing it, and when I finally got back to it I worked at it until I did!

So in essence, I don't doubt I'll finish any of them. :D

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue mainly, plus coming up with certain scenes far ahead of time and having notes ready to work with when I make it to the scenes in question. When I allow my imagination to roam during my day, I can come up with a lot to jot down before I’m ready to write it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I can’t help but try to make each chapter as perfect as possible right away. I know a book is better written on one swoop, and THEN edited, but I just can’t help myself. It’s why some things will remain WIPs for a while.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve considered it since I’m trying to learn Spanish, but I also don’t want to offend anyone if  I get it so wrong that it’s obvious it’s not even the character’s native language. I’ve also considered making my own language, but THAT is way too much energy.

First fandom you wrote for?

Eesh… it was back on fanfiction.net that I wrote a fic for Heart No Kuni No Alice — the manga version of Alice in Wonderland. I created a character to fall for the Cheshire Cat because I adored him so. But even that’s gone because I just looked at it one day and cringed so hard I took it down, it’s either completely deleted or hiding on my old missing laptop.

As far as fanfiction.net considers it though, the other one I wrote before Melody Riddle that’s still on there is one for the video game I played relentlessly for Petz Dogz 2 that I called The Magic Hat. For some reason, though I know it’s bad, I can’t bear to delete it.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

Do I have to choose? Oh, all right, my favorite one has frankly been Melody Riddle and the Order of the Phoenix. When I was first edging the chapters out, my writing had improved by leaps and bounds and just the fact that I saw it was exciting to me. Plus it’s the most trouble I’ve ever given her as a character, and I’m sorry to say that I sincerely enjoyed making her life a living hell and watching her try to make the most of it.

Tagging: @domaslut , @leollyen , @theguythatdraws

20 Questions for fic writers

How many works do you have on A03?

46

What’s your total A03 word count?

478,463

What fandoms do you write for?

The Handmaid’s Tale, Spiral from the book of Saw, The Black Jewels Trilogy by Anne Bishop, Once Upon a Time, The Mandalorian,

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Reclaimed, Reunion, Smut and Missing Scenes for S3/S4/S5, Ghosts, Laid Bare

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course I do. THAT connection is why I do it🖤

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oof something with Tina for sure 😅. That’s our signature.

Indulgences will be it but it’s not finished.

But finished I think the Hero’s Sacrifice.

That’s the closest I got to Atwood’s Gilead. So dark I couldn’t finish it for years. Bc as with all writing - the darkness therein is my own. Finishing that story was a major mental health breakthru. ✊🏻

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmmmm. Recovery.

Do you get hate on fics?

Nah. I get hate on ME. Everyone likes the writing.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

*looks at camera like Jim from the office.*

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

They’re all in my head. Hopefully this summer.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I wrote the ending for S4 in 2019. Nick and June meet in the woods to kill Fred themselves. Nick quotes scripture over him. Let’s June make the kill.

But seeing it on screen was the honor of my life.

So no.

One of my ideas may have been adopted and raised by ppl w better resources and turned out better than I could ever have made it alone. 🖤🖤🖤

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes into Russian 🖤

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Mmhm. Many. It’s my greatest joy.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Kyle Reece and Sarah Connor

Me x Christian Slater

Me x Early 90’s alt rock

Me x self sabotage

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Hero’s Sacrifice needs more healing chapters. But I need to heal first. Not there yet.

What are your writing strengths?

Unlimited imagination.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Too many ideas

Too little discipline

A. D. H. D.

Mental fucking illness and PTSD

Addicted to escaping reality and getting too high to write

Ego

Obsessive Perfectionism

Crippling fear of rejection

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Only if I speak it and can be certain the context, vernacular etc are included and representative of real use.

First fandom you wrote for? Nick x June. (Reunion)

Favorite fic you’ve written?

Recovery 🖤

Or Restraint 🔥

Tagging: Writer friends please play!

[l-ii-zz]

Urania is a female Artificial Intelligence that controls the old space ship "The Poltergeist" named by Dib Membrane, same ship that accompanies Dib, Zim and Gir in their space adventures.

Phisical Characteristics:

It could be said that Urania has 3 “physical forms”. One is her original appearance which is a small brain reserved in the core of the ship; the other one is the ship itself and the last one is her hologram whose physical appearance is a tall female alien with pale blue and dark blue spots, hands with four long fingers, black eyes with yellow pupils, antennae located on her lower eyelids resembling long eyelashes. Urania's hologram always wears long and elegant dresses with a cape, as well as she uses makeup.

Personality:

Since Urania is an “Artificial Intelligence”, she doesn’t process complicated emotions as an organic being can do. Far from being emotional and empathic, she is analytical and logical, just as a computer should behave. Urania is also sarcastic, sassy and even temperamental and rancorous. Urania is not a submissive computer, she hates being ordered around. Urania is also very curious and likes to learn new things, especially when we talk about organic beings.

Backstory:

Urania comes from an enslaved race of unknown name. Before becoming an AI, she was sold to the one who would become her new master. Urania, who was now constantly suffering from abuse and aggression, couldn't handle it anymore and decided to rebel and try to escape. However her master, who found out about her plans, causes her death before she could even try to escape from his hands. Then, he revived her brain and detached it from her body to link her to a spaceship and transform her into its computer. Erasing her memories forever.

However, even after becoming new artificial form and with no memories of her past, Urania was still capable of rambling about her origins. Behind her master's back, Urania began to investigate and, as she was connecting dots while she was discovering things around, she finally recovered the memory of her last minutes of life before becoming what she is now. Urania could remember how she was killed and transformed into a computer; all of this by her master’s hand. After this revelation, she decided to assassinate her master in the same way that he did with her and, in order not to deal with others like him, Urania promised to herself that she would end the life of anyone who put a single finger on her and her spaceship. 

Urania fled far away to hide her spaceship in the depths of the forest of an alien planet. Thus, she remained isolated from the outside world for a very long time, until Zim, Dib, and Gir arrived to disrupt their peace and break into their ship.

Urania was willing to keep the promise she made to herself. However, since she was curious about the intentions of these new strangers, she decided to watch them closely, investigate them and wait for the right moment to fulfill her promise.

That moment never came, it seems.

Character Development:

I. Earth is Left Behind: Does not appear

II. Homesick:

Urania interacts with Dib, Zim, and Gir for the first time. Seeing that they decided to keep the spaceship, she introduced herself to them as the ship's computer and pretended to be submissive to them. Behind their back, she was planning how to terminate them while she was carefully analyzing them. However, she realizes that perhaps it wasn’t necessary to plan something against them, since she noticed the hostility between Zim and Dib and that it wouldn’t last long before these two ended up killing each other without Urania's hands getting involved; so she decided to just stay still and watch.

As time passed, Urania realized that something had changed in her, something that she couldn’t quite understand. Until one day, when Zim and Dib were kidnapped by a mysterious machine, taking them away from it. With this event, Urania understood that a feeling of attachment was growing in her. She tried to ignore it, but Gir persuaded her to go rescue them. 

After saving them from the hv̵̛̰̝̬̲͓̼̱̩̜̬̱̬̒̿͛̋orrible placo̵̢̲̦̻͈̩͇̝̘̣̙̝̽̿e whei̷̯̣͛͘re tḓ̷̢̹̘̪̭̾̾͐͜hey ended up and after having a talk with Dib, Urania could finally learn about the story behind him and Zim. With this new information, she advised Dib to end the hostility with Zim once and for all and finally make amends. Although Urania still refuses to admit that she’s now attached to them, she decided to renege on her promise just for this time.

III. The Poltergeist's MP3:

Urania is still reluctant to admit that 3 fools earned her affection, but as the friendship between Zim and Dib blossomed and grew by time, the affection towards them was slowly growing as well. To Urania, Dib was an immature, thick-headed brat, but at least he was always respectful towards her and, on many occasions, she has observed a certain submission (but not fear) towards her; she likes that behavior in Dib and therefore she gets along with him.

However, it is completely the opposite when it comes to Zim. The relationship that these two have is quite rough and even hostile. Urania hates Zim's bossy and stubborn attitude, so their personalities clash too much most of the time and Dib is always the one to intervene and put a stop to their hostility. Urania has a certain resentment towards Zim since he always sees the slightest defect in the ship and always tries to fix, disassemble and manipulate anything that he does not like about it, which rubs Urania the wrong way. It makes her feel like she should please the needs of Zim or others, not to mention that SHE is the ship itself, so any negative comments that come out of Zim's mouth she takes very personally. In reality, besides being very picky about the maintenance of any technology, Zim just wants to restore and take care of the ship. The thing Urania hates the most from Zim is that he usually compares her to his old computer. Despite all this, the affection she has for Zim, although being very well hidden, is there.

Urania is much softer and calmer towards Gir; he is the one she spends the most time with. She has always been intrigued by the childish, hyperactive and overjoyed nature of the little robot, so she is always watching him closely. Gir likes Urania's company very much, so he always invites her to play or just hang out with him, Urania never says no to him. Gir's attitude softens Urania a lot without her realizing it, to the point that she unconsciously tells him about her secrets and things that no one else knows, even once she told him that she was planning to kill Dib and Zim. Gir is undoubtedly Urania's favorite, and Zim and Dib wonder how Urania is so patient with a chaotic robot like him.

VI. A Temporary Lie:

Gir got broken and Dib gets lost, he’s probably dead now. Urania resents this loss and realizes that her one and last companion is Zim. That could’ve become a nuisance for her if it weren’t for Zim’s sudden depression, which drastically changed Urania’s perspective on him.  At first, she finds this disconcerting and she doesn't know how to deal with it. In the same way, when she analyzes the possibilities of Zim having the same fate as Dib or Gir, Urania decides to take care of him and protect him at all possible times.

On the other hand, Zim notices the drastic change in Urania’s behavior:  from being cold, distant and even hostile, Urania became more patient and respectful with him. This, more than pleasing him, begins to scare him and make him believe that there are bad intentions behind good manners. This situation makes Zim begin to have paranoid attitudes, which intrigues and disconcerts Urania, accidentally causing a tense atmosphere between them.

The situation does not improve until one day, while Zim is having a panic attack, he confesses that he found out about the bad intentions that Urania once had in the past and, since they always have had a very hostile relationship, Zim thought that at any moment she would get rid of him once and for all. Urania understands what she has done wrong, so she promises to work on her flaws and win back Zim's trust. It's a long process, but Zim eventually stopped fearing her and their affection for each other grew considerably until they eventually became very close friends. 

The protective and even motherly side of her becomes stronger in this arc and it increases when Red and Pur get added to the equation.

V. ?????????:

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Abilities:

Urania is capable of doing what any other computer is capable of, like controlling the ship, locating targets, communicating over long distances, etc. As for combat skills, Urania doesn't usually bother fighting unless it's an emergency or you've made her angry. In both cases, Urania can destroy you with any weapon attached to her ship or she can also use her hologram to fight. With her hologram, Urania has the advantage of materializing and dematerializing at will, as well as being able to move at high speed. Since her body is a hologram, she doesn't feel pain or fatigue. Urania also has the ability to use the "mimic mode" which consists of changing her physical appearance to one identical to her opponent, which allows her to imitate the same fighting modes and use them to her advantage.

Weaknesses:

Urania's hologram can be altered with electrical shocks or mechanical/electromagnetic waves of high-frequency. In the same way, if you know the weak points of the ship, you can easily weaken her. Urania must be careful not to overheat her core as this can destroy her brain or in the best case, force her to suspend or hibernate. She can also use her hologram only in her ship and at some limited distance away from it.

SOME EXTRA FACTS:

The name of the ship "The Poltergeist" is an irony, since metaphorically (and because of her back story) Urania could be considered as a ghost who took over and possessed the spaceship.

Urania doesn't know this but she reminds Dib a bit of his mother.

Yeap. Urania tried to kill Zim and Dib the first few times she met them.. Especially Zim.

In the events of the fourth arc, Zim's depressed and paranoid state reminded her of the sensations of fear, pain, and sadness that remembers feeling in the last minutes of her life. This made her empathize with him and it made her determined to protect him.

Urania doesn't like using her main hologram form when she's out of her ship and surrounded by foreign civilizations. Instead, she uses her mimic mode.

Urania knows nothing about her past or her kind's origin, she just knows that her kind was enslaved. Urania believes that her kind is already extinct since she never found any other one like her. Maybe they were turned into a computer as well.

Urania treasures all Gir’s drawings in her core room. 

For the first events, Gir was the only one allowed to enter Urania’s core room.

In the third arc, when Dib died by an accident, Urania was VERY close to assassinating Zim. But her plans stopped abruptly after Dib was successfully revived by the PAK that Zim put on him. This proves that if Urania have spared Zim’s life at the moment of the first events of arc 3, it was just she started to care about Dib and knew that if she harms Zim, he would be upset.

In the forth arc, after Zim and Urania became close friends, Zim starts to use a short name for her just for some times: "Nia".

How’s Urania’s voice? well… ("You will witness true horror")

PLAYLIST:

Sunburn | Everything Matters | Solitaire | Desert Rose | Dream Girl Evil | Devil Woman | Propaganda | Army Of Me | Girls Against God

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This is it. Sorry for my bad English, lol. Hope you enjoyed the reading. I hopefully would do this for Odi and Lu as well.

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine being Lin Beifong’s daughter and Korra having a crush on you

You entered President Raiko’s party late and hurried inside hoping to avoid your mother’s wrath by appearing as soon as possible. Being Lin Beifong’s daughter and employee meant she was twice as hard on you as anyone on the force, so she would not take your tardiness well. You were waved into the building by guards who recognised you on sight and rushed into the ballroom. You saw the party was already in full swing and braced yourself for all the fake smiling you’d have to endure when a young woman appeared across from you. “Avatar Korra” you nodded in recognition of the girl who grinned at you. “Miss Beifong” she smiled in greeting “you look as beautiful as ever...you legs alone seem to go on for years in those trousers” she commented glancing at them and you blushed. “Funny I just had a similar thought about your biceps”. Korra beamed “ow you can’t really see them in this thing but I’d be happy to give you a closer look”.

You couldn’t resist a smile and your blush grew to have such a beautiful woman flirt so blatantly with you. Korra was always like this around you and you enjoyed it greatly even if it wasn’t professional. Korra was a breath of fresh air in Republic City and you enjoyed her confidence and humour. You liked the avatar a lot but you had no intentions of pursuing anything beyond flirting with her. For one thing she was young, cocky, beautiful and THE avatar. You supposed she had hundreds of boys and girls queueing up for her and didn’t want to just be another name on her list. You’d heard about how the previous water tribe avatar had been a hit with women and apparently that was a trait Korra shared. She was the avatar, who wouldn’t be weak to her charm? Still you tried to behave so aimed to change the topic of conversation.

“I think we should join the party seeing as we’re both very late” you smiled slyly and Korra smirked “I didn’t think Beifongs were ever late. Are you really trying to tell me you’re not perfect?”. The girl was insatiable. “We all have our secrets” you replied and Korra’s grin only grew. “Mysterious, intelligent and beautiful...you have to let me lead you into the party. As the Avatar it’s my duty to serve the people”. “Well who I am to get in the way of that” you smirked rolling your eyes as you took her outstretched arm. Korra led you into the party proudly and you enjoyed being on her arm. Still you were in work mode, so you only stayed by Korra’s side for an appropriate amount of time before excusing yourself so nobody would get the wrong idea. Korra never failed to make you smile or blush but you wouldn’t let it progress no matter how much fun it would be. So you allowed the flirting and lingering glances but stopped it from going any further.

You saw Korra pretty regularly as she was always in trouble with the law in some way or another and not a month after the party President Raiko banned her from Republic City. It was something he’d likely take back pretty soon but still she had to leave so you and your mother went to help her however you could. The avatar didn’t seem too bothered by the President’s command and still had that cocky smile on her face. She let you into Tenzin’s home and explained how she was leaving tomorrow to go look for air benders anyway. She read out the names of some known airbenders in the earth kingdom and you paused as one was familiar.  “Wait did you say Opal? Is she from Zafou by any chance?” you asked and Korra nodded “yeah why?”. Your mother tried to silence you but you didn’t notice, too excited. “She’s my cousin!” you burst “This is so great, i’m so proud of her”. “Wait so Suyin is your sister?” Korra asked Lin and your mother nodded “yes. Which is something I wished to remain a secret but clearly that is not an option anymore” she said shooting you a look. “Well this is great news” Korra smiled “you have to come with me!”. “What!” your mother cried and Korra sighed “if she’s your niece then you can help us recruit her! We need all the help we can get”. “No way!” Lin cried “I am not seeing my sister ever again if I can help it, y/n can go if you want a Beifong so badly”. Korra looked at you and smiled “that does sound appealing, what do you say y/n? Want to come on a field trip with me?”. Korra held out her hand to you and you blushed, hoping your mother didn’t notice. You knew you probably shouldn’t go. Being in close quarters with Korra would certainly challenge your restraint but you hadn’t seen your extended family in so long and this was the perfect opportunity to go visit. Plus Korra looked so good when she smiled at you like that. “Sure” you said taking her hand “someone has to keep you out of trouble”.

You met Korra and her friends at Future Industries the next day and were soon flying to Zafou. Korra came to stand beside you on the deck and leant forwards flexing her arms right in front of you. “I’m glad you agreed to come” Korra smiled and you nodded “me too, it’s been forever since I’ve got out of Republic City”. Korra’s eye glinted “does this mean I’m going to witness holiday y/n? It’d be fun to see you let your hair down and go wild”. “If you’re lucky maybe you will” you smirked and Korra nodded “i’m looking forward to it” and winked before leaving you alone once more. You stared after her as she walked away and Korra must’ve felt your eye on her because before she disappeared back into the ship she turned and caught you red-handed watching her. She smiled widely a chuckle slipping from her lips and you turned around sharply, blushing vividly. Agreeing to this trip may not have been a smart decision at all.

When you touched down in Zafou Korra had you right beside her in pride of place. You recognised your aunt immediately and she addressed Korra first before she spotted you beside her and she did a double-take. “Y/n?” she asked and you grinned “Aunt Suyin!” and rushed forwards to hug her. Your aunt wrapped you in a hug and then quickly tugged you to go find your cousins, momentarily forgetting the avatar was here. She summoned all your cousins and they rushed to greet you...well some did. Bataar junior didn’t look impressed and Huan just glanced at you not particularly bothered but the twins and Opal were very welcoming. “It’s so good to see you again!” Opal cried and you nodded taking her hand “it is! It’s been far too long and I can’t believe you’re an airbender now!”. Opal nodded “trust me it was a shock to us all but i’m so excited to learn airbending”. “Well Korra can definitely help you with that” you said gesturing to the avatar who nodded confidently “of course, anything for y/n’s cousin” and you blushed slightly but managed to hide it.

You enjoyed your time with your family greatly and got along well with all your cousins. You participated in Wei and Wing’s power disk game and being a good metal bender yourself almost won the match. You noticed Korra watching you and briefly tried showing off before getting wiped out. The twins noticed Korra watching and invited her to join but she declined explaining she couldn’t metal bend. Your cousins rushed to assure her she could learn and volunteered to teach her. Korra seemed very excited at the idea and agreed before she turned to you “wait a minute y/n why did you never offer to teach me?”. You could tell she was only feigning annoyance so you shrugged “what can you blame me for wanting something over the almighty avatar?”. That stroked Korra’s ego and she smiled lazily “no but I’ll certainly get my own back in some way”. “Ow really? How”? you challenged her and the girl just shrugged. “I’m not sure yet, but be on your best behaviour Beifong” she smirked before rushing away.

Korra went off to train with your cousins and you were relieved hoping this would be a time for you to cool down and recover but no. Opal caught you and invited you to catch up with her in the gardens. You of course obliged your cousin but found yourself seated directly in view of Korra’s training with your cousins. You tried focusing on Opal but your eyes kept getting pulled to the avatar as she picked up metal bending remarkedly quickly. You noticed Korra had spotted you and she appeared to be putting on a show, trying valiantly to challenge your cousin entirely for your benefit. It was a clever strategy and soon Opal trailed off just letting you admire Korra. Your cousins were experiencing first-hand just how skilled the avatar could be and you saw them breaking out in a sweat with how hard Korra was pushing them.  

After a while they began trying to score past one another and Korra got an idea. She *accidentally* bent a disk near you and your cousin Wei teased her for being sloppy. She just shot them a lopsided grin and jogged over to you. “Ladies” she smiled looking straight at you “i’m sorry I didn’t see you there”. “Ow really?” you asked and Korra grinned “yeah I had no idea you were here whatsoever...which is odd considering how every eye is drawn to you whenever you’re nearby”. You blushed going red and Korra’s smile grew “I’ll leave you to your chat. Opal, Y/n” she nodded at you both in turn but winked when she met your gaze. You watched her run back to your cousins and found Opal staring at you. She immediately pushed you squealing “you didn’t tell me you were dating the avatar!”. “I’m not and keep your voice down please” you begged seeing the smug look on Korra’s face which told you she’d noticed Opal’s reaction. “But she was very openly flirting with you” Opal retorted and you nodded “I know we do that a lot but it’s just our friendship. I’d never let it go further because she’s the avatar! She’s not after a relationship she just wants a fun fling and I can’t give her that. Trust me the avatar will get bored of me and move on soon enough”. “Ow yeah?” Opal asked looking to where Korra was still putting on a show for you. Korra scored a point and shot you a smile. You blushed vividly and Opal laughed “I don’t think she’s not going cold on you any time soon”.

At the end of the week your Aunt Suyin threw a party to celebrate Opal’s progress and avatar’s arrival. It was magnificent and you hadn’t seen this much earth kingdom food in...well forever! You made sure Korra and the others were all okay and socialised with your cousins greatly enjoying being with your family. Bataar jnr told you about his machines, his girlfriend Kuvira traded military expertise with you, Wei and Wing quizzed you about all the pro-bending in Republic City, you teased Opal about her crush on Bolin and even Huan showed you some of his paintings. You were absolutely thrilled your family still felt like a family after all this time and hadn’t been this happy in a long time. However all that excitement can be draining. Towards the end of the night you began to grow tired so went outside for some fresh air and quiet. You were relaxing in the picturesque moonlight when you were disturbed. “Well your aunt certainly knows how to put on a spread” someone called and you jumped to find Avatar Korra making her way over to you on the abandoned balcony. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress and her eyes shone in the dark light. “She does” you smiled “never let it be said Beifong’s don’t know how to put on an event”. “That’s for sure” Korra agreed coming to sit right beside you. “The city is so beautiful” she commented before she turned “as are you”. “Thanks” you blushed “you look very beautiful too”. “There’s no way I can compete with you in that outfit” Korra smiled “Beifong’s apparently always look stunning as well as being great hostesses”. “Have you been checking out my aunt then?” you replied and Korra laughed “of course not, I only have eyes for you”. “Sureeee” you laughed but Korra nodded “I do I promise! You’re all I think about and why wouldn’t I? You’re the most interesting girl I’ve ever met. I’m crazy about you”. You blushed under Korra’s intense gaze but didn’t look away. “I....I don’t know what to say” you finally spoke up and Korra shrugged “well then how about we don’t bother talking anymore?”. Time seemed to freeze and you viewed the present in slow motion as Korra cupped your cheek gently and leant forwards. You liked the way her hands felt on you and instinctively leant into her before your brain caught up with the situation. “Wait! Korra I can’t” you said your heart hammering in your chest and the avatar frowned inches away from you. “You can’t? why? Do you not find me attractive?” Korra asked. “No of course I find you very attractive, i’ve never seen a human being I find more attractive than you” you admitted very flustered. “Then what’s the problem?” Korra asked and you sighed “the problem is I don’t just want to hook up with you a few times and be done with it. I know some people like that kind of thing and i’m sure as the avatar it is the perfect option but I’m not like that. Casual one night stands just aren’t my thing so I’m sorry I have to decline. Please don’t ask me again” and you rushed away. Korra called after you but you clearly wanted to be left alone so she didn’t follow you. She hung her head in her hands at how messed up things had gotten.

When Korra had allowed herself to wallow for a bit she came back inside to find the party over. She made her way to her shared room and found Asami waiting. “Korra where have you been we were all worried sick and...” Asami started when she caught sight of Korra’s expression and stopped abruptly.  “What’s wrong?” Asami asked and Korra sighed “you gave me terrible advice that’s what!”. Korra explained the situation more and Asami felt awful. Being more experienced with relationships Korra had come to Asami for advice on how to approach her feelings for you and it hadn’t worked well. Given Korra’s past approach of blurting out her love for people without a second thought, Asami advised Korra to try a different approach with you but she hadn’t meant it so literally. Instead of being serious or passionate Korra had been entirely flirty and forward with you. No substance just fun. So you’d wrongly gotten the idea all Korra wanted was a fun fling when she actually was madly infatuated with you and wanted far more long term things with you. Asami wasn’t sure what she could do but seeing Korra so distraught she knew she had to try and help her friend.

So Asami made her way to your room hoping you wouldn’t mind such a late-night visit. Asami knocked on your door and heard movement inside. There was a pause before she heard you call “who is it?” nervously. “It’s Asami” she called back “I need to speak to you”. The door opened slowly and Asami saw you looked upset. “Did Korra send you”? you asked quietly “because she didn’t do anything wrong I just need some space”. “No she didn’t send me but I am here because of her, I need to confess something”. Your eyes widened in confusion but you nodded and let Asami into your room. The minute you turned to face her Asami burst “It’s my fault! Korra came to me when she realised she liked you and asked me for advice. She was terrified of messing this up and doing what she did with Mako...with him she’d blurted out a lot of intense things right away and so I told her to do the opposite. I suggested she just toned down the seriousness and had fun with you. Flirt a little and try and gauge how you were feeling before she confessed her whole heart to you. But it seems she took my advice too much and now you don’t think her intentions are good at all which is not the case! Korra very much likes you for more than just your appearance and she has for a while”. You stared at Asami at an apparent loss for words “so Korra was...what acting?”. Asami shrugged “kind of, she was putting on this cocky flirty front when she’s actually a lot more emotional and sweet...she didn’t mean to come across so forward she was just following my advice which backfired horribly. I’m so sorry it upset you I promise that was not her intention at all. If you want to blame anyone blame me”. You assured Asami you weren’t upset with her and spent the next half hour understanding how the situation had gone so wrong. You were very excited by the end of it and couldn’t wait till morning to speak with Korra. Asami told you she was in their room and wouldn’t mind you disturbing her so late.

So you rushed to Korra’s shared room and knocked on the door lightly. Your stomach was bubbling with butterflies and you weren’t sure what you were going to say when you saw her. The door didn’t open so you knocked louder hoping Korra wasn’t asleep. Still there was no sound from inside so you frowned and decided she must be asleep. You didn’t want to wake her so started to retreat from the room when you heard a loud thud from inside. “Korra?” you called through the door “are you okay?”. You got no reply and were growing more and more concerned when you heard something smash inside followed by a grunt of pain. “Korra?” you yelled through the door and began bending the metal of the lock. The door swung open and you saw the room was an utter mess. Naga was unconscious on the floor and by the window...four people had a struggling Korra in their arms. She looked very weak and wasn’t putting up much of a fight so you figured she must’ve been drugged. “Korra!” you cried rushing into the room. You had no idea who these people were but you weren’t letting them take Korra. You launched into a flurry of attacks and managed to land a few hits on the earth and water bender. The air bender sent a gust which knocked you back but you were quick on your feet and pursued them leaping out of the window. You yelled as you chased them quickly attracting the attention of the guards who sounded the alarm. Suyin appeared as did her guard Kuvira and they helped cut the quartet off. “You have nowhere left to go, let her go” you glared and the leader just smiled “never”. You looked at Korra lying limp at their feet and felt rage take you. “Then i’ll drag her from you myself” and ran at him.

3 hours later

You were sat in the infirmary beside an unconscious Korra waiting for the effect of the drug to wear off. Everyone else had gradually retreated to bed but you couldn’t sleep. The adrenaline from the fight was still pulsing through your veins and was only overshadowed by your worry for Korra. You’d won the fight with the help of Suyin, her guards and Korra’s friends but still the drug they’d used hadn’t worn off. Your eyes fell to her for what felt like the hundredth time and you sighed “please wake up”. Finally Korra listened. With a loud gasp Korra jolted awake and you scrambled to your feet. “Korra breath! You’re okay, you’re safe just breathe!” you commanded and Korra slowly began to calm down. “Y/n? What happened?”. “The White Lotus, I didn’t realise it was them at first but i’ve been briefed on them. They tried to kidnap you when you were a kid and they tried again tonight”. You saw Korra shiver at that and frowned. “But never mind them” you sighed wrapping an extra blanket around her shoulders “how are you feeling?”. Korra frowned “okay...a bit groggy like i’ve come out of a really heavy sleep but it’s not too bad. It’s getting better. How are you?” she asked and you froze “me?”. “Yeah” Korra said offering you a small smile “you don’t look like you’ve slept a wink”. You chuckled softly “I haven’t. I wanted to see you wake up first and make sure you were okay. I haven’t been able to rest since it happened...I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw them with you I was so angry but you’re okay now and that’s all that matters". Korra smiled at you "yeah I'm okay now...thanks to you". It wasn’t the usual cocky smirks she sent you. Instead it was a sweet tired smile but it made your heart hammer in your chest just as much. "Do you remember much?" you asked and she shook her head. "No I remember something hitting Naga. I went to look at it when one hit me too. I backed away from the window as the world began to spin and then everything went blurry...the next thing I remember was seeing you in my doorway. You attacked whoever had me and I fell. I remember being unable to move and seeing you send rocks flying through the air. You were terrifying" she laughed "a woman possessed". "Of course I was they were going to take you! I know I might have sent mixed messages last night but I like you Korra. I was coming to tell you that. Asami explained to me what happened and why you behave as you do around me". Korra blushed at that "what were you coming to say to me?". "Well I was coming to ask if it was true, did you really put on a mask around me, acting all confident and promiscuous?". Korra nodded "yeah...I meant everything I said to you I wasn’t lying about my attraction but I was doing the opposite of what I'd usually do because my last relationship didn’t work out well. I came on too intense too quick so I tried to take a more fun carefree approach but that didn’t work. I'm sorry I offended you or made you think I was only interested in you for one thing. I do think you’re gorgeous but that's just one of many things I like about you and by no means the most important". Korra blushed looking down and you found her adorable. How had she hidden this side of her so well? "So is this, you know, the real you?" you asked double-checking. Korra nodded "yep, this is me. I'm emotional, reckless and I always say the wrong thing. I have no tact and just say what I'm thinking. Now you can probably see why I was trying to act so put together and impressive before. They're much more attractive qualities". "Maybe" you shrugged "but I think this side of you is just as attractive, more so actually because it's real and it's beautiful. You're wonderful Korra exactly as you are". Korra stared at you in shock and you just smiled at her. "I...I..." she babbled and you smirked "how about I kiss you to save you having to speak?". "Yes please" the avatar breathed and you gently placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her. The kiss was sweet and Korra seemed uncharacteristically shy. She pulled back blushing vividly and you smiled at her reaction "how was it?". "Good...amazing" she replied and you smiled "great". Korra looked up at you but blushed as soon as she met your eye and you smiled taking her hand softly "I like you Korra and that kiss was good for me too, if you’d like to make it a more frequent thing we could go out on a date sometime?". "I'd love that!" Korra agreed before wincing "too eager?". "No it was adorable like you" you smiled kissing her forehead "now it really is late. You should try and get some rest, something tells me the next few days are going to be very long and strenuous". Korra nodded "I agree, goodnight y/n". "Goodnight Korra" you smiled and closed her door softly. The avatar wasn’t a womaniser but a shy bashful passionate woman. You were pleasantly surprised and couldn’t wait to see all the different layers of her left to discover.

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Korra is 100% one of those people that’s all talk but is actually a huge softie romantically. Asami is one lucky lady (althought she’s also amazing so Korra is lucky too).

Also why is there so little Korra content out there? Her and Huan Beifong are very under-represented in the fanfiction game and I am personally offended by that 😂

[yostresswritinggirl]

Ik your request is off, but when your request is open can u write dating headcanons with Kazuha ? I like your works so much which is y i send u a request hehe

No rush please take care author-nim :'D

This is a long time coming, but I’m glad to know that you’re still a Kazuha simp even after all this time ahahha thank you for your kind words and I hope you like this!!

Kazuha Dating Headcanons

How it’s like “being with” the fugitive wandering samurai. (masterlist)

Beforehand

The whole dating thing is entirely dependent on when you met or known Kazuha. So for this one, we establish that you and Kazuha are friends even before he became a fugitive.

Your clan and the Kaedahara clan are known to be close, and that’s how you’ve known your childhood friend. You’re always together during the peace time of Inazuma, sometimes getting into trouble due to his wayfaring nature.

Your family tried desperately to help the Kaedahara clan with their financial issues but it wasn’t exactly enough to maintain such a large clan. Soon enough the samurai clan lost its power, and what remains of their abode became foreign as a more powerful clan reclaimed it.

But despite all of that, Kazuha’s happiness is your main priority and you’re relieved that despite the misfortune the young master felt more freer than ever. He leaves the sheltered life behind with the promise to visit you as frequent as he could.

And that he does, even when the vision hunt decree was enacted, even when it’s unsafe to be near the area where many eyes can identify him, Kazuha always kept his promises to visit and spend time with. And thankfully, with the history of your clans, your family are still ever so welcoming to his presence.

You even met his newfound friend (and his adorable cat!) during one of his visits, and Kazuha felt all the heaviness on his shoulders disappear when you two hit it off instantly! And after that visit he received a pat on the back and a thumbs up from his friend, telling him that he got his blessing.

This caused said friend to get smacked over the head by a flustered Anemo boy.

So when the news that he perished after issuing a duel before the throne came to you, the pain was just as bad as Kazuha’s anguish. That night you huddled together in the comforts of your room, weeping over your friend and the danger Kazuha now faces. Somehow all the peaceful times blurred into nothingness, the period of darker times and complications marked that day.

But you despite it all, Kazuha is still the honest man that he is, and he will fulfill his promises to the end: for you, for him, and for his slumbering friend.

Courting

Kazuha is a man of words and custom. Sometimes you think that his passion for poetry and wit were the things that made you fall for him, and he thought it was the best method to confess to someone as honorable as you.

So, yes, it was Kazuha who first confessed through a lengthy, poetic love letter that he left after sleeping over one night, something that he had planned many weeks ago yet kept to himself. Why would you want to be with someone who has nothing to his name? A person that you can’t spend time with freely, who prioritizes his selfish desire to be a vagabond than stay longer with you?

These thoughts stayed with him throughout the week that he avoided coming to your house and still lingered as he begrudgingly trudged up the hill to where your estate is, expecting the rejection at the sight of you waiting for him at the balcony of your room, his usual point of entry.

“YOU!” Kazuha was taken aback by the angry finger pointed at him, he was expecting something else, something sadder or guilty perhaps. Anger isn’t one of them - oh yeah, he did avoid you for a week, didn’t he? “You have the guts to drop this-” the sight of the letter in your hand made him physically recoil, “and then disappear for a week like nothing happened?! Come up here right now or I’m dropkicking your ass!”

Hurriedly, in main concern of your well-being, Kazuha used his elemental skill to jump up to the balcony - where he was met by a tight hug and you reciprocating his feelings. He hugs back in relief, before being smacked over the head for what he did.

Kazuha carries his hobby with him when you started dating, when you told him how nice it was and how you always feel flustered when it’s directed at you. Poetry, haikus, letters complimenting everything he loves about you when he knows it will take a while for him to come back. You have a special box filled with all his notes. And your favorite one:

My love is a butterfly Flies from hither to stay here forever In love and true perfection

On worse days when he’s there, at night he brings comfort by playing with his leaf, a skill of leaf-blowing he picked up from his travels and perfected for your sake. When there are times when you couldn’t sleep properly, he’s always there to pluck a leaf from the trees outside, playing a tune until you find the right comfort to rest. Usually in the company of his arms.

Kazuha absolutely loves cooking for you! When rare days comes that he is able to visit during daytime he likes to demonstrate his cooking skills, always assuring that he gets the freshest ingredients for you to eat. They’re barely a miss, like he knows your taste more than you. He takes a mental note of your favorites, your reactions and of course, your honest feedback.

The next time he comes over, he has enough to feed your family. Sometimes you feel your clan loves him more than you did.

When there are interesting things he’d encountered during his travels, he’s sure to tell you the best of them! These moments are like subtle nudges of him to convince you to join him on his adventures, enticing you with his stories to a life full of meaning and excitement out there.

More often than not at the end of his story sessions, despite knowing that it isn’t safe for you to go out (with or without him) he’ll always have this soft look in his eyes as he looks at you, smile so soft as he looks at you like a daydream, “I can’t wait to be with you out there.”

Kazuha loves it when he gets a reaction from you, whether it be your happiness or relief as he ascends to your home, genuine curiosity over his tales, the embarrassment when he makes a move, or even the worry when he comes back looking a little worse for wear.

Traveling with Kazuha

You’ve always lived a semi-sheltered life in Inazuma due to your protective clan, with your interaction mostly focused with the villagers of your area and the people in your estate. When the decree started, you barely go out now, your people feared that your Vision would be taken away if the Tenryou Commission were to see you.

It was also the main reason why despite Kazuha’s desire to show you a whole new world out there, he couldn’t ever prioritize his own feelings over your safety. It was also one of the main reasons he joined the Resistance: to make a better world for you so that he can be with you in a free world.

However, one day, a clan that’s in the favor of the Vision Hunt Decree snitched on you to the Tenryou Commission. And you were almost captured (as the only Vision holder in your clan) if not for Kazuha arriving at the last minute, fighting them off before escaping with you.

Your family was able to contact him before everything escalated, and decided that it was far more safer for you to be with him than stay at your clan. And so became your current life with Kazuha.

With a favor, Kazuha managed to get you to join the Crux Fleet. And it took a whole month before everyone (including Beidou) to find out about your relationship. This quiet boy? In a relationship with you?! Everyone calmly lost their shit, and there was a drinking party on board (for the rowdy adults).

It was warm, carefree and exciting. Despite your previous worries about the life you left behind, next to Kazuha in the middle of the ocean, somehow things ended up alright. Better even.

You jive with everyone quite well, especially with Beidou - the woman loves you to bits! Teasing you, pulling you around after finding out your backstory, as Kazuha awkwardly follows from behind in silence.

Whenever you’re around, Kazuha’s demure demeanor completely vanishes, from the mysterious kid that the crew didn’t know the name of for weeks turns into a rambunctious teen that’s only purpose is to make you crack a smile or laugh.

He is so down bad, everyone but you notices this, and soon he too became a huge target for teasing.

You’ve realized too that Kazuha smells a lot like the nature around him, sometimes the sea salt from the sea that you spend most of your days on, to the maple leaves of the forest near the docks of the cities you land in, or the musky, earthly scent of the mountains that you both trek.

Kazuha likes to be by your side every second of the day, as long as possible. And oh does he love teaching you things about the outside world, like how to tell the weather, the constellations in the sky, the inner workings of the ship.

He’s like a lovesick puppy trailing behind you. Sometimes he had to be physically removed away from you to help out on the ship, and the unlucky crew member who drags him away during a particularly bad mood gets the worst glare in their life. If they try to tell it to the others, the crew won’t believe him.

Kazuha Kaedahara had always been fascinated by you, and now that you’re here with him, he wouldn’t pass up to spend every second together. Anywhere in the world, with him you’ll be safe.

@zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @coka-cala @lilydewi22 @yellowflowre @traveler-lumine @creation-magician @hanniejji @gojos-baby @gojos-baby @volleybloop @tartuu @sassyglassesbunny @moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @lehra @blissmal​ @upsetpotatoo​

[janghoefett]

THE CUSTOMER (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

This is another overhaul and rework of one of my fics previously posted on AO3. It’s beefier now ✨

Rating: Explicit (18+) Pairing: F/M Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Virgin reader(!!!) being scared of Boba Fett (?), reader is a bartender, mild smut, Boba Fett is soft, Boba attacking a customer who doesn’t pay you.

Summary: Boba Fett takes a liking to the reader, and you can mark her down as scared and horny.

Tagging: @fettsvette @amidalaholdo @escapedthesarlacc @thundersheild​ @onabouteverything​ @fiend-friend​ @angryares​

The most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy had taken interest in you. And you were terrified.

You would pour Boba Fett’s drinks nightly, bartending at a cantina in some backwater town in some backwater place. The bounty hunter would pick a seat for the evening and attend to his seedy visitors, whoever they may be. You wouldn’t notice when he would come in; usually he’d appear lounging in a booth at some point in the evening, giving you a faceless nod as a greeting.

The helmet was a terrifying concept, shrouded in mystery and rumors that sent a chill up your spine, and when you’d feel the visor of that helmet watching you for just a moment longer than it should you felt yourself becoming his prey — of which kind, you did not know.

“Care to have a drink with me, princess?” 

Everyone had cleared out and the voice makes your breath stop, but you turn around to find Boba Fett standing there with his helmet tucked under his arm. His face ruggedly handsome with dark features and he was older than you, significantly. You could see the wear of war on his skin.

You accepted his invitation, but your heart pounded no less.

Boba had one hell of a reputation and he sensed your hesitation around him. As you spent the evening together, however, you came to realize he was the epitome of loneliness; was there any bigger giveaway than asking your bartender for company?

“Why do you do your job?” he asked at one point that night.

“Because…” you start, swirling around your drink as you think about the answer, “I don’t know, it pays well and it’s something easy for me.”

“As is mine,” he replies with a smirk. “A job is a job.”

You began to understand him after that night.

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Boba kept coming back night after night and it scared the hell out of you.

You found yourself dreaming about him, waking up only to find a familiar wetness between your legs. Yet despite your desire, you’d deflect his advances — you couldn’t help it. His reputation was off-putting and you never wanted to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

You saw his his anger once. When a customer had stiffed you on the bill one night, Boba was on him, slamming his head down hard on the bar. “Pay the young lady what you owe,” he demanded. The man’s hands fumbled for his pocket like a scared fool and he tipped you triple.

The possibility that Boba was only friendly so that you would sleep with him made you anxious. You knew he had been with several women and your inexperience made you shy away from him. Perhaps it was embarrassment, as fucked up as it was. Or perhaps you didn’t want to be just another quick fuck for him.

Of course Boba wanted a night with you; he was almost obsessed. A beautiful girl had given him a glimpse into a world that was not his own. You didn’t bow down to him and you didn’t fling yourself into his lap whispering what your rates were like the women he often found himself in bed with.

All the same, he never insisted and you established what felt like a friendship. Boba would lean on the bar as you worked, listening to you tell stories about the various characters of the cantina. He would come back with the strangest remarks, using that dry sense of humor that made you grin from ear to ear.

You’d drink a bit, flirt a bit. But night after night, you’d dismiss yourself early — and Boba agreed that you should.

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“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Boba announces gruffly one night after everyone had cleared out.

You exhale sharply, setting down the towel you were using to wipe the counter. The news carries more weight than it should; you don’t know what you were waiting for, or what you thought would have happened. “I’ll miss seeing you around,” is all you muster up the courage to say.

Boba approaches you slowly — you can feel your breath catch in your throat — and he covers your hand with his larger one.

You stand just inches from each other and cautiously, you rest a hand on his chest plate. Boba’s arm pulls your waist in and, before you can think, Boba catches your lips in his. You moan slightly, a pathetic little noise, as he presses you against his armor, working his strong lips against yours.

“Boba…” you breathe, breaking off as a familiar ache forms between your legs.

You stumble into a booth, sitting on his lap as your hands explore each other. When Boba's lips come to your neck, however, you grow skittish. You can feel his cock pressed against your center and it’s big; dank ferrik, of course it is, he was ready you to bend you over this table right now.

Despite how much you wanted him, despite how much you actually lead yourself to this moment, there is genuine fear in your heart. “Boba,” you say again, steadying his face in your hands. His skin is hot and flushed. “I… I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

Boba searches your face, breathing heavily. “Have you been with a man before, mesh’la?” he asks.

You feel the embarrassed heat rush into your face and stand up, reaching for your bag to leave. You hated the question. But after all, Boba wasn’t one to be indirect. And he was right.

“You must think something’s wrong with me,” you say quietly, unable to look him in the eye.

“No,” he says sternly. “No, I can see there’s nothing wrong with you, girl. Come here.”

After taking a deep breath you walk back to Boba tentatively. He props you up on a barstool, standing between your legs.

The bounty hunter takes your hand and places it under his shirt and armor, over his beating heart. It’s a strong, steady rhythm. His large hand keeps yours still against his warm bare chest.

“Do you feel that?” he asks.

“Yes…”

“I’m a man made of flesh and bone. That is nothing to fear, mesh’la.”

Boba’s brown eyes are honest and patient. Your hand comes up to his cheek, pulling his lips back into a tentative kiss.

“Take me back to your ship?” you ask softly.

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Boba snapped his hips into yours just right. He marveled at the way you hung on to him so tightly, as if you would drown otherwise. The bounty hunter understood the trust you placed in him — and he wasn’t going to make you regret it.

Your kisses were the sweetest the bounty hunter had ever felt. You would turn your head to plant a trail down his jaw and his neck, and it only made Boba hold you closer, fuck you deeper. Boba wasn’t rough exactly; he was red-blooded while remaining mindful of your limits… and you loved it. “Shh, mesh'la, that’s it,” he’d whisper as you mewled and cried beneath him at the stretch of his cock, both of you slowing down to gentler motions. “Good girl, there you go.”

Boba knew exactly how to get you off, and it turned him on being the one to guide you. To Boba you were an angel, too soft for the filth of the galaxy and too innocent for him to mark. He was older; a hardened warrior with more blood on his hands than you would ever know. But with every thrust you take, and with every time you cry his name, the bounty hunter’s sins feel washed away as your pleasure becomes his own.

You are left a heaving mess, lying on Boba’s chest as he runs his fingers lightly over the skin of your back. “Did that feel good, little one?” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “D’you feel okay?”

“Yes,” you respond, catching his lips with your own. “Thank you.”

It was perfect.

The first rays of the morning sun peak over the horizon. You had stayed in bed speaking softly, running your hands lazily over each other’s bodies as you asked him about the far-off places he’s gone and the bounties he’s caught. So much time had been spent keeping Boba away, and now that you saw him as a man — a man who made you feel safe — you didn’t want to let him go.

You kiss each other drowsily on the boarding ramp, whispering sincere, lighthearted goodbyes before you turn to leave.

“Mesh’la,” he calls, pulling you back in close to him with an arm around your waist.

“What?” you giggle softly.

Boba searches your face for a moment and the giddy grin fades from your lips. Saying goodbye to a man you barely knew shouldn’t be hard, yet here you were, looking into his eyes as if you’ve known him forever.

Boba’s arms wrap tightly around your waist in silence as you kiss one last time, slowly, neither of you daring to let go. “Bye, Boba,” you whisper against his lips, stroking his cheek.

He watches until you’re no longer in his sight.

[forever-rogue]

Crimelord Boba Fett proposing to female reader and promises to protect her with his life. :)

Did someone say King of the Underworld Boba Fett? Don’t mind if we do. Goodbye Bib Fortuna, long live the King.

Boba Fett x Fem!Reader; warnings: egregious use of little one

Part 2

Star Wars Masterlist

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The air is acrid and thick, feeling like it was suffocating you rather than helping to you live. Raising a hand to your face, you looked around the desolate Dune Sea, wondering why on earth you were being summoned to Maker forsaken Tatooine. And who the kriff was summoning you?

All you knew was that you had been summoned from your home on Corsucant - rather forcefully, and dragged back to this hell hole. Under any other circumstances you would have fought back or questioned what was actually going on, but something about the small but imposing woman that dragged you with her caused you to keep your mouth shut. She hadn’t given you so much as a name - hers or your mysterious summoner, and you hadn’t asked.

She’d watched you closely on the hours long ride to Tatooine, seeming to study and observe you with curiosity. At one point you had wanted to snap back at her but the weapons holstered to her side and stowed around the ship made you bite your tongue and bide your time. The woman didn’t say a single word; neither did you.

If you were being taken to your death, then that was that. You’d made that much up in your mind as soon as you’d stepped foot onto the ship. Harsh and cruel as it was too say, there wasn’t much you would be losing, nor would many people miss you. It was a quiet life you led these days, keeping to yourself and your humble abode in a small, but safe corner of Coruscant.

You’d been there, waiting, hoping, wishing ever since - no.

No, no, no. You weren’t going to let your mind back to that dark, haunted place. It was something that still managed to seep into the front of your mind, no matter how many years you tried to suppress them. It was when a man with dark hair would come into your little shop and you’d only catch a glimpse. When you heard deep, rough laughter that was all consuming. When you’d see a hint of green armor. When you’d hear a voice even remotely similar to his...

Boba Fett might have died many years ago, but he had never left your heart. He was still in everything you did, so many little things reminding you of what was and what could have been.

You hadn’t been back to this living hell since the day he’d died, lost to the sarlacc and left only to become memories that would fade away over generations. You’d wanted to stay there, to wait and see if somehow he would come back to you, but you couldn’t.

You’d left the next day and never looked back. You hated yourself for it, but you also...your heart had been broken into hundreds of millions of tiny shards of transparisteel. Ever since, you’d hoped that maybe one you’d come across your lover.

But the day never came. And while you went along with life, you still held onto the slight hope that maybe one day...maybe, maybe, maybe.

A soft sigh escaped your parched lips as you felt immediately all consumed by the sand, like it was becoming a part of you or you were destined to become a part of it. Either way, it was enough to frustrate you as you shielded your eyes from the harsh heat and blazing light of the twin suns.

“Keep up,” it was the first time she had spoken to you since she’d first called your name and instructed you to come with her. She was commanding for a figure so slight, but you had a feeling she was much deadlier than she looked - and she was already a sight. Biting back a groan you picked up the pace and trailed after her, confusion clouding your features as you began to realize where you were headed.

This was Jabba’s Palace...well no - Bib Fortuna’s. Just like Boba, Jabba, the disgusting, foul, loathsome leader of the galaxy’s biggest syndicate had been dead for some time.

What the kriff would Bib Fortuna want with you?

You’d cut off any ties you’d had with any of them long ago, before Boba was even dead. There was no way you could ever provide anything useful to him...

Autopilot had completely taken over and you were barely aware of the fact that you’d reached the palace and were headed towards its inner sanctum. Your stomach lurched as you walked through the walls you hoped would forever be a memory as you realized just how clearly you remember it all. Sure, the place had seen better days, wearing down from the harsh sandy winds and the hands of time, but it was ever the same.

Except this time - few people were milling about, no workers to be seen and it felt surprisingly...tame. Not something you thought would ever be possible for his place. Something had to have happened... something was off-

“Down,” the woman pointed at the stone staircase, her hand on the small of your back as she gently nudged you towards the top step. You were half surprised that she didn’t just completely shove you down to the bottom, but the energy you were getting from her wasn’t mean or negative...just curious.

“W-what?” you managed to stammer, your throat dry and scratchy the heat and lack of water. She quirked a dark brow and pointed at the stairs again.

“Down,” she repeated, “it’s best not to keep him waiting.”

Kriff. You were going to die at the hands of Fortuna. He was a weak man, bolstered by those he keep around him, ego inflated beyond measure. On his own he was a pathetic little thing, but when surrounded by his goons, he was cruel and merciless at worst.

Accepting your fate, you started your slow descend down the stairs, your heartbeat screaming in your ears with each foot fall. Your chest was thumping so wildly you were sure that it would burst through your chest at any point.

But nothing met your ears, there were no sounds, no talking, no music, nothing. It was almost deafeningly silent.

When your feet hit the soft sand floor, you did a quick survey of the almost empty room. A few torches lined the wall, but that was about all. The throne was in the center of the room as it always was and -

Maker. The Throne.

As you looked at it, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked upon the singular figure in the room besides yourself.

The man was in armor from head to toe. Green armor. With red accents. You knew those colors, those colors you once considered your own, those were his colors.

But no - it couldn’t have been. No, no, no, this was an impostor, this was -

“Hello little one,” that voice. You knew it more intimately than anything else, you know that voice inside and out. That voice that had laughed at you a million times, that voice that been in your ear during the heat of passion, the one that teased you, the one that scolded you when you did something dangerous. That voice.

It was his. Boba’s.

“No,” you shook your head as you refused to move closer to the man that was surely a pretender - a great one, but still not your Boba, “y-y-you aren’t...no.”

He remained silent for a long moment, the dark T of his visor trained on your as he refused to look away. You stared right back, as if you were seeing a ghost - in some ways you were.

Slowly, he rose to his full height, stepping down from his throne, imposing as ever as he slowly walked over to you. You stilled in your actions, wondering if you should run away or fight or something. Instead you watched as he came closer and closer and closer - right until he stopped dead in front of you.

“You’re just as pretty as then,” his voice was soft as he reached a gloved hand up touch your cheek. He hesitated before making contact with your skin, stripping the worn leather gloves off and tossing them mindlessly onto the sandy floor. He watched you closely before finally touching your cheek to his see if you would stop him or flinch out of his touch.

But you didn’t; despite believing he was gone all of these years, a small bit of you still had hope.

“Boba?” it was a weak, pathetic little whimper as you keened into his touch. He stalled for just a moment, his heart almost stopping at the sound of his name from your lips. It was even sweeter than he remembered, “is it really you?”

“I told you I’d never leave you, little one,” he rasped as you worked to blink back tears that had started to well up in your eyes. You looked at him with wide doe eyes as he made a small sound in the back of his throat. As a single tear pearled up and ran down your cheek, he tenderly wiped it away, “it just took me a little longer than planned to get back to you.”

And then you laughed; despite the situation and the overwhelming onslaught of emotions, you just laughed. Before you knew it, he was laughing as well, a warm, rich sound that you remembered like it had been yesterday.

“Boba,” you couldn’t believe it. This whole time, all these years, your hope wasn’t wasted after all, “you’re alive. You’re here - I’m here. I-I...I dreamed of this day so many times.”

“As have I,” he promised, “I’m just...I’m afraid that I might be a little different than you last remembered - the sarlacc was not a kind friend to me.”

“I don’t care,” you promised him, “I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care. You’re alive and that’s all...I...please, let me look at your face. I need to see you, Boba.”

He gave a curt nod before dropping his hand from your cheek and exhaling deeply. Slowly, he put his hands on either of the helmet - newly painted, you noted - and tugged it up and off. You swallowed nervously, anxious to see the eyes of your lover once again.

Boba let the helmet fall to the ground, the thud dulled by the pillowy sand, nervous for you to say something, anything. You weren’t sure what you had been expecting, but this? This was nothing; scarred and more weathered than when he had been a younger man, he was still the same as always. Boba - your Boba.

“At least one of us is - “

Before he could say anything in the negative, your put your hands on either side of his face before crashing your lips onto his. He was taken aback for a moment at your sudden action, but it didn’t take more than a beat for him to wrap his arms around you and hold you tightly against his chest. It was like no time had passed at all, and you still knew each other just as you always had.

Only when you needed a breath of air did you pull apart, staring back into his soft brown eyes.

“Boba,” it was soft - reverent - and worked to thaw the icy harshness that had settled over his heart, “I love you. I’ve always loved you so much. I never stopped. I always hoped that somehow you would make your way back to me.”

“Always, my little one,” he promised with a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I will always protect you. No harm shall ever come to you so long as I live and breathe.”

“I can’t believe you’re alive,” you wrapped your arms his neck and held him, just held him, as the two of your synced your breathing and become reacquainted with each other’s bodies.

“Will you stay?” he asked quietly as you pulled back and nodded. For Boba, you would have done anything and gone anywhere in the galaxy, “w-with me?”

“Yes,” you promised him softly as you traced over his features delicately with the tip of your finger, “always. There’s nothing that would make me happier.”

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered as you nodded, “I promise we’ll never be apart again.”

“I’ll hold you to that Boba Fett,” you sighed contentedly, “I love you, Boba.”

“I love you too, little one,” he kissed the top of your head, “come on, we have much to talk about.”

“And now have all the time in the galaxy.”

[imherongraystairstrash]

Puzzles

A/N: Idk if this is good, but I wanted to write it so bad, so I did it because I can:

Ship: Sophideon + Family fluff

Title: Puzzles

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Sophie woke to the warmth of Gideon’s body and the crackling of the fire in the hearth. She could also hear the children, speaking in hushed tones and giggles. Cracking open an eye, she saw that they were currently sitting side-by-side by the coffee table, their backs facing her. Her left arm was resting on Gideon’s chest, and it rose and fell with his steady breathing.

She realized that their legs were tangled together under the thick blanket that she could only assume their children had placed over them. She closed her eyes and took a blissful stretch before resting her temple on her husband’s shoulder. He was still asleep, emitting soft snores that she felt in her belly.

They had been patrolling all night, and had barely gotten any sleep before their children woke them up again, ready to begin the day. Sophie and Gideon lasted until midday before they must have fallen asleep. The fact that they’d managed to stay awake that long surprised Sophie.

She wiggled her toes a little bit and adjusted herself, so that she could stretch the leg that was thrown over Gideon’s hips. His hand was warm on the small of her back, and she didn’t want to accidentally shift in such a way that would cause it to slip off her. Therefore, each movement was minuscule and delicate.

Gideon’s breath stirred the smallest tendrils of her hair. She looked up at him, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. She loved him very much. So much so, she often surprised herself, as she had never thought she could ever love someone again, after what had happened to her all those years ago. She kissed his jawline and put her ear to his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against her cheek.

It was times such as these that she felt as if the world stopped at her fingertips; like no matter what happened, she would be fine, as long as she were here, with Gideon by her side and their children near.

She heard Gideon grunt softly, as he always did before he woke up, before slowly opening his eyes. He blinked a little, his dazed eyes slowly roaming the room, and closed them once more. He turned to where she was, resting the tip of his nose against her forehead.

“Good morning,” he muttered, his voice an octave deeper than usual and thick with sleep.

“Evening is more like it,” she replied, reaching up to stroke his impossibly soft hair.

She felt Gideon’s muscles shift as he stretched them, the hand he had on her waist tensing briefly as he did so.

Finally, Gideon let out a breath through his nose and said, “that was the greatest sleep I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

Sophie chuckled softly. “I would have thought the best sleep of your life would have been on our wedding night.”

Gideon opened his eyes and smiled, “we didn’t do much sleeping that night, though, did we?”

Sophie nudged him with her elbow. “Why is it that you’re only like this around me? You act diplomatically and mature to everybody, and yet you say the most scandalous things when it is just us.”

Gideon pressed a soft and lasting kiss on her lips. He then brought his lips close to her ear and muttered, “I’m not trying to woo everybody else,” before kissing the spot where her jawline began.

Sophie’s eyes shuttered closed, Gideon’s warm breath sending shivers down her spine, but she turned her face away from him and nodded in the direction of their children. “We should spare them the sight of their parents kissing.”

Gideon turned to where they were huddled around the puzzle. Sophie resisted the urge to turn his face towards her and kiss him regardless.

He looks back at her soon enough, his sea green eyes bright in the soft light the fire emitted.

“They’re not paying attention.” He said, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face with his knuckle. “They have their backs to us.”

“They could turn around at any second and begin shrieking, like two of them did last time.” Sophie said.

It was no mystery to anybody who the two that had done said shrieking were.

Gideon presses his lips together at the memory of that before raising his eyebrows and smirking.

“What’s that smirk all about?” Sophie asked.

Before Sophie could so much as to guess what it could be about, Gideon turned on his side and lifted the thick blanket so that it shielded them from the children.

“How is this?” He asked, kissing her nose.

Sophie huffed out a laugh. “It’s better, I suppose. At least this way, our eardrums will remain intact.”

“Hallelujah.” Gideon said, flashing her a dazzling smile, that made her insides melt. She put both of her hands on either side of his face and lowered his lips towards her own. They kissed softly, unrushed and lavishingly so.

Gideon was so warm. His body seemed to emit heat when he slept, which meant that right now, his skin was hot enough that it felt as though Sophie were standing right in front of a furnace. It ended up working in their favor, because whenever Thomas gets too cold at night, they plant him next to Gideon and he’s able to fall asleep. They’re absolutely adorable when they sleep together, if Sophie does say so herself.

Sophie giggled against his lips, causing them to break apart.

“What?” Gideon asked, his smile soft as he kissed the corners of her lips.

“I just thought about something silly.” She said, spreading her hands on his chest and roaming upward, intertwining them at the nape of his neck.

“Would you care to elaborate?”

Sophie shook her head giggling.

“Come now,” he said, playfully, “I’m dying of curiosity.”

“Alright. I was thinking about the time you slipped off the roof while we were patrolling in London.”

Gideon laughed through his nose, burying his nose in a particularly sensitive spot of her neck. “I’m never living that down, aren’t I?”

Sophie shrugged her left shoulder and kissed Gideon’s bottom lip when he lifted his head.

“Not a chance.”

His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed her shamelessly, his hands sending shivers through her as they travelled up and down the sensitive skin of her waist and hips.

“We should stop,” Gideon said, breaking apart. “Before they realize we’re awake.”

“Yes, I suppose we should.” Sophie said.

They kissed once, twice and then thrice (for good measure) before reemerging from the blanket.

Once they’d gotten over their daze, they arranged themselves in each other's arms, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, and gazed towards their children. They were quiet as they built a puzzle Sophie had left out for them while she and Gideon rested on the couch for a while. They hadn’t expected to fall asleep, but thankfully, the children were still entertained by the puzzle. Barbara had a blanket over her shoulders and had placed little Thomas in her crossed legs, periodically hugging him and adjusting the blanket, so that he didn’t get cold.

Thomas, on the other hand, took every opportunity Barbara was looking away to try to crawl out from the blankets and watch the puzzle-making action.

Eugenia was humming to herself, picking up random pieces and fitting them together. Every time she’d manage to get them to go together, she’d get up and do a little twirl, before sitting down once more and starting the whole process all over again.

Thomas was the first to realize they’d woken up. He gave them a toothy grin and crawled out of Barbara’s arms. Using the table to slowly get to his feet, he padded over to Eugenia.

When he got close enough, however, Sophie reached over Gideon’s chest and scooped him up. She tucked him into her arms and kissed his little cheeks.

“You’ve been caught by the love monster.” She said tickling and attacking him with kisses. Thomas giggled and tried to squirm away from her, but she held on tighter.

Part of her wants to hold Thomas forever. It felt like just yesterday he’d been born, four months and two weeks premature. He was still so small and light in her arms and got sick far too easily, but she thanked the Angel everyday for his life. Her miracle child. Who seemed very keen on getting away.

She stopped peppering him with kisses enough to hold him away so that she could see his face.

“You don’t love the Love Monster?”

He met her stare before putting his hands on her cheeks and kissing her forehead. Sophie

raised her eyebrows at him and when he giggled again, she tucked him in her arms.

“No,” she heard a soft voice say.

She pulled back. “What?”

“I love Mama, not the Love Monster.”

Gideon chuckled and ruffled his hair.

Sophie gave Thomas a final kiss on the forehead and let him go to his sisters.

They watched their children put puzzle pieces together, Eugenia aggressively so, going so far as to slam her fist upon two tricky pieces.

“Mama! Papa! Do you like it?” Eugenia said, gesturing towards the unfinished puzzle.

They both craned their necks to see.

“Oh. Erm…”

“We love it!” Sophie said.

“It’s lovely.” Gideon added.

When the kids turned around again, Sophie covered her mouth.

“There’s not a single puzzle piece that’s connected to its corresponding partner, is there?” Gideon asked.

“No, I’m afraid that in the hours we’ve been asleep, they haven’t managed to piece any together correctly.” Sophie said.

Gideon pressed his lips together and shrugged. “Well…”

“They’ll get more intelligent with age.” Sophie said.

“Yes, yes. I should think so.”

“I should hope so.”

They looked at each other and smiled, and then laughed, perfectly content with the life they had made for themselves.

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ch 18 -“‘til our paths cross.”

pairing: the mandalorian (din djarin) x f!reader / ofc

word count: 8.3k

summary: after learning the one thing you have kept as a secret, din reflects on the time he has spent with you. in doing so, he comes to a conclusion that will forever change your paths.

a/n: hi im back with another update a month later. i tried uploading this last week but tumblr was acting funny so i wanted to wait a little bit until i tried posting it again. hope you enjoy!

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The dead silence in the Crest isn’t enough to put a stop to the thoughts that are currently going through Din’s mind. 

He almost forgot how much he can no longer stand the silence. It’s something he got used to for such a long time. Nearly every night was filled with dead silence, but now not a day has passed without any noise thanks to you and the kid- not that he’s complaining. If only that were the case right now.

Even when his head is spinning with thought after thought, the only thing Din can focus on at the moment is the humming of hyperspace. He thought that being alone is exactly what he needed, but it isn’t helping the slightest. Usually being alone helped Din sort through his thoughts in the past, distracting himself by getting away from everything, but not this time. 

It reminds him of a time when his afternoons were spent like this. He’s gotten so used to his days being filled with noise that he forgot what it was like to be in complete silence, and it’s something he hasn’t missed in the slightest. This should be the perfect place for Din to clear his head, but it isn’t. As hard as he tries, he can’t seem to process everything that has happened in the past day or so. When you returned back to the Crest after everything that happened on Nevarro, Din’s first instinct was to be alone with his thoughts, thanks to his old habits. He can’t focus on what he’s thinking longer than for a minute- so much is on his mind as the ship is in transit. Everything had changed just by one afternoon spent in the cantina that the two of you had grown so familiar with. One moment you’re trying to lure an ex-Imperial officer to his death and the next, you’re trying to survive a shootout. 

Then the next thing Din knows, he finds out that you’re considered to be an enemy. A Jedi. 

He doesn’t even know what it means to be a Jedi, or even what a Jedi is, but based on what the Armorer told him, it sounded like they’re the enemy of his people. 

He feels as conflicted now as he did then. 

Even though you don’t consider yourself to be a Jedi anymore, you still knew about the strange abilities the kid has and didn’t mention anything to him about it. You even recognized what species the child was when you found him and still didn’t mention anything. 

The more he thinks about it, the more questions he has. 

Why didn’t you ever mention anything about the Jedi? Did you not trust him enough? Or was it something you weren’t proud of? 

You were never one to shy away from reminiscing about your past. You’ve told Din plenty of tales from your childhood, and even when the galaxy was at war, but never your time with the Jedi. Something must have happened with your time with them. 

Maybe that’s something he can ask you about once the Crest jumps out of hyperspace. 

Glancing behind him, Din follows the source of the only sound in the cockpit. The child is still fast asleep in his makeshift bed, unbothered by his surroundings. The long day all three of you had obviously got to him as well. A sigh leaves Din’s modulator as he continues to glance at the sleeping child in front of him. Usually this would help him ease his nerves, but nothing seems to be helping with the thoughts gnawing at his brain. 

Why didn’t you say anything to him? 

Din’s told you things that he hasn’t told anyone in years, hell, he doesn’t think he’s ever told anyone the things that he has shared with you, but you haven’t shown him the same courtesy. There have been so many opportunities for you to do so, but you never spoke up. There have been so many times that you could have explained things, made it easier for Din to understand the strange child, but you didn’t. You only kept your mouth shut when Din was confused about what was going on with the kid.

Though he understands why you never mentioned your history with the Jedi, afraid you would be putting yourself in harm’s way if you did, it still doesn’t help with the tight knot in his stomach. It would have been a difficult conversation to have, sure, but you still would have shown the full trust you have in him by telling him the entire truth- not hiding it until you were forced to explain yourself. 

Shaking his head, he immediately disregards the thought. He can’t blame you for a decision that clearly has haunted you on a daily basis. 

There’s a reason why you never told him before and you told him why when the two of you were in the hull just a few hours ago. You were afraid.

You were afraid that if you told him about who you were, you were going to be either killed or turned in as a bounty. 

Being on the run simply because you were raised by the Jedi was all you knew for years, and Din can’t blame you for that. He doesn’t know how long you were with the Jedi or when you began distancing yourself from their ways, all he knows is that you did it to protect yourself. if you hadn’t, then your paths wouldn’t have crossed.

It’s not an easy thing to digest, but Din knows the decision to hide this from him must have not been easy. It’s not easy to open yourself up to someone you’ve only known for a short period of time, especially when you have been stabbed in the back on multiple occasions in the past. Din knows that feeling all too well. There have been things Din hasn’t told you, or spared you the details of, because he wanted you to protect you. Though the details were minor like playing off an injury he got from a fight or something bad that happened that day- he understands why maybe you never revealed your past to him. 

There must have been a good reason for it. You wouldn’t have made that choice with a blink of an eye. It would have been one of the most difficult decisions you’ve ever made. You’ve always been so open with him about everything. It hurts for Din to think about why you never told him about it before, but he tries to not think about it too hard. 

Maybe that’s just how you were raised. Keeping certain truths away from others to protect them. You never judged Din for the customs he grew up with the Mandalorians, so he can’t judge you too harshly on the customs the Jedi raised you with. He may not know exactly what they are, but he can’t judge you too much until he learns more about them. You’ve shown him that same courtesy, always asking questions about the Mandalorians and their traditions without any judgement, even when you knew about the history your two people have with one another. The least he can do is show you the same courtesy. 

The Mandalorians always told him to be wary of who to trust. If you trust everyone that comes in your path, then you’re bound to have others taking advantage of your naivety. Perhaps you were raised with similar principles. 

The Jedi can seem like mysterious people to outsiders. The outside world knows hardly anything about them, even when they were highly renowned during the Clone Wars. All people knew during that time is that they had weird powers that wielded laser swords. No one really knew what their beliefs were or what their Code was. All most people knew is that they would try their best to help others by siding with the Republic. 

Without knowing, the many things Din admires about you is because you were raised by. Throughout your journey together, you’ve shown him your true colors. You’ve tried your hardest to let that part of your life go, but the teachings of those who raised you have been engraved in your mind. You’ve shown this to your partner by your willingness to help the defenseless on multiple occasions.

The first time Din was able to see this side of you was when you received the bounty puck to retrieve the child. It seems like such a long time since that day. Before arriving on Arvala-7, you always kept your mouth shut when it came to a job you disagreed with. You always told Din how you felt about a job, but this was the first time you told him how you really felt. You refused to bring an innocent child into the hands of the Empire. He was only a child.  The kid would be defenseless and you knew that you had the power to do something about it. You couldn’t just step aside and let the Imperials do whatever they pleased- you had to stop them. 

You always put the kid’s well-being before your own while he was in your care. You put yourself in danger during the short fight with the Trandoshans to make sure the child remained safe, and kept an eye on him when the three of you were returning back to Nevarro to hand him over to the men who hired you. During the ride back, Din made sure you were safe as well. 

The relationship between the two of you changed during this trip. He was able to see how caring you were towards strangers you just met, something he hadn’t seen in you before. You ensured other people’s safety before your own. 

Before you took this job, you always showed a tough exterior to the outside world, but you showed Din the real you. You showed kindness and empathy towards others. You were finally beginning to grow comfortable with his company, which is something not many can say. Something about the kid changed something deep within you, and Din cannot be more grateful.

If it weren’t for you and your kind nature, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you the things that he has over the past several months. When your walls came down, his came down as well. He shared a few things with you at this point, but your relationship only began to grow since that day. Your compassion let him see you, not his bounty hunter partner, but you. You had qualities he hadn’t seen in another person in a long time- he almost forgot what it was like for someone to do something out of the kindness of their heart, not because they felt obligated to. 

And that’s what Din admires about you. When you know something is wrong, you aren’t afraid to say so. You were wary from the start, saying how you weren’t sure if you should even go through with this job in the first place, but went through with it anyway because Din told you to. You put your own personal beliefs to the side for the job’s sake. When you found out that the bounty you tracked was a kid, you weren’t afraid to voice your concerns. There have been times where you felt uncomfortable with a few jobs you were tasked with, but you never accepted a job where it was an innocent child. 

You couldn’t find it within you to go through with it. If you did, then would there be a limit to what the two of you would or wouldn’t do? You had to put your own emotions to the side during your hunts, but you showed Din that you had a heart, a conscience, during this adventure. Not many hunters showed this part of themselves in the Guild. Din got used to seeing blank stares in the cantina back on Nevarro, but seeing the intimate interaction between you and the kid showed him just how different you are from the other hunters. Almost none of them would have been able to express themselves the same way you did that afternoon.

Without realizing it, that afternoon changed everything for Din. Everyone he knew had such difficulty connecting with others, but you were able to do it with such ease with the kid. It took a long time for you to be like that with Din, but you were able to eventually tell him stories from your past. The relationship you had was slowly growing from strictly professional to friendly by the occasional banter you would have. If it weren’t for the kid entering your lives, then your relationship wouldn’t have grown into what it is today. Neither of the walls you or Din put up wouldn’t have been able to come down.

Not once did you ever grow irritated by the little information Din shared with you about the Mandalorians when you asked about them. Before meeting, you knew very little about his people, but with time, you consider yourself lucky to learn more about them each day that passed by. By this, you asked the questions that came across your mind rather than making an assumption. He would give you vague answers at first, not wanting to reveal too much just in case you parted ways, but with time and patience, you were able to learn more about them than you ever imagined, even more so when you decided to stay by his side when he decided to rescue the child from the Imperial safehouse.

“I’m with you until the very end,”  You told him that day. Those words haven’t left his mind since that afternoon. Even when you hardly knew a thing about him, you still showed him where your true loyalty stands: with him- not the Guild, but him. It’s something he hasn’t been able to forget. 

One of the most important things to the Mandalorians is sticking with those you care for and keeping your word, and you showed that to Din when you supported him with one of the most difficult decisions he’s ever made. Not many would have made the decision you did. Many would have left his side, or even tip off other hunters, but not you. You always were different from other hunters. That day, Din was able to see who you really were. Not only were you kind and patient towards a child when you thought your partner wasn’t paying attention, but you also showed one of the most important virtues regarded to his people: undying loyalty. It’s one thing to say you will never leave someone’s side, but it’s another to actually stay true to your word. You never once made Din question where your loyalty is, and that’s something he can’t take lightly. 

What he didn’t realize until recently is the purpose he has. Things can easily get messy and complicated in this galaxy. When you both agreed to have a shared partnership, Din knew that you would be under his protection and he would do anything to make sure nothing bad happened to you, but what he didn’t realize was just how important your safety is to him until a few weeks ago. When deciding to take the kid in, he saw how he can use his training for good instead of bad. Instead of taking a life, he now can ensure the safety of two. Now, he’s not some hunter- he’s a protector of now two lives, and he’s been able to prove that by the several dangerous situations the three of you have been in together. From a cantina brawl on a random planet to that pazaak situation you accidentally put yourself in, to the weeks you spent on Sorgan, Din’s been able to keep the three of you safe even when a great danger exposes itself. 

The threat on Sorgan didn’t seem that bad at first, only a group of outsiders stirring up trouble with the local village, but things only escalated the longer you were there. The real threat exposed itself when inspecting the nearby area. The outsiders not only were greater in size, but they also had an AT-ST in their possession. The odds didn’t seem to be in your favor at that point, but with great determination and training, you were able to help the local village fight off the attackers. Din was hesitant to help at first, thinking that the odds were too great, but you disagreed. You believed that with the villagers’ support, you would be able to help them with their raider problem. Instead of worrying if they would survive the next harvest, they would be able to work in peace. And you were right- with hard work and perseverance, the attacks were finally put to an end with one final confrontation. 

After that night, the majority of the time you spent in the village was almost pure bliss. If you hadn’t been so persistent in helping them, then none of that would have happened. Din wouldn’t have been able to see the kind of life that he’s always thought of. Most of his life has been spent in hiding, whether it was literally hiding in the Mandalorian covert for so many years or it was hiding himself from the galaxy, Din never knew what it would be like to stay in a place that reminded him so much of home village before it was taken away from him. It wasn’t something he thought he wanted until he saw it right in front of his eyes. 

He never saw the true beauty of a community until the three of you became a part of one- for the time being at least. He never spent as much time with the villagers as you had, but he saw the charm in it. The villagers never hesitated to ask for help from himself or you, but seemed much more comfortable asking you. When they did, you always agreed with a giant smile on your face. It was something Din hadn’t seen before. You were always willing to help others when they needed it, but he’s never seen you this carefree before. 

Nobody had to worry about the dangers the next day would bring. The problems here on Sorgan almost seem minuscule compared to the ones you had when you went rogue from the Guild. You were preoccupied with your worries before arriving on the peaceful planet that you forgot what it was like to not worry about a thing. Instead of chatting about your worries, you were finally able to pass the time by the conversations you two would have throughout the day. One morning, in particular, pops up in his mind- the final day you spent at the village before you were forced to leave. 

That morning, Din told you things he hadn’t told anyone for as long as he can remember. He told you what his childhood was like, how similar his village was to the one you were currently staying at. He hadn’t felt this peaceful since he was a boy. 

It was something he missed greatly. He’s missed the feeling of connecting with another person- he never let himself grow too close with someone ever since he lost his parents. Losing them was bad enough, he wouldn’t be able to handle the heartache of losing someone else he cares deeply for. The only person he’s allowed himself to grow close with is you. 

He’s missed the feeling of not doing much during the day. Most of his days were spent completing task after task, never having a moment to enjoy the little things. To the average person, seeing a town go on with their daily lives may not seem that spectacular, but it brought comfort to Din. His days were always filled with adventure, never knowing what the next day might bring, but seeing the everyday lives of the villagers brought a fire in his belly as warm as your hand had felt that morning. It’s a feeling he hasn’t been able to forget. 

It’s been such a long time since he’s had such an intimate moment with another person that he can remember almost everything about that moment. He can remember how fast his heart was racing when your fingers intertwined with his, how the weight resting in his hand replaced the weight he felt on his chest, or the feeling he got in his stomach when his eyes locked with yours when you were silently listening to him. No matter how hard he tries, that moment isn’t able to leave his brain. It’s the only thing that has been playing on repeat late at night. 

It was a simple gesture from you, a silent sign of support as he continued to tell you the fate of his parents. It was difficult for him to do, the words barely left his mouth as he described the destruction of his home, but you were patient with him, as you always have been. You never interrupted him or grew restless with how long it took him. If it took him a millennium to say something, even if it was just one detail, you would be more than willing to wait for what he has to say. 

And that’s another thing that he admires about you. Not only have you been nothing but patient when it comes to him opening up to you, but you also have such a gift when it comes to connecting with others. After describing such an awful memory, you were sympathetic towards him by revealing the similar fate your parents suffered as well. It wasn’t easy, but you did it so that he wouldn’t feel as alone. 

You both had similar upbringings and were adopted into different cultures, but those who raised you shaped into who you are today.  For Din, he closed himself off from others so that he wouldn’t have to experience losing anyone else, but you were the complete opposite. Instead of closing yourself off from the galaxy, you never let your past experience of losing someone stop you from forming relationships with others. A wall was always put up from being vulnerable with almost anyone you met, but you let it down when you finally met someone you trusted completely, like Din. It took a while for you to get to this point with him, but he’s the first person you’ve been completely raw with since the fall of your people. 

That same wall lowered the same day you arrived at the village. Something about the locals made you immediately trust them, Din noticed. It’s something he hadn’t seen in you before. Thanks to that feeling, you were able to help them with their problem. Instead of backing down when things got tough, you never took ‘no’ for an answer when it came to helping them. Despite all of the trouble you’ve had in the past, of others using your good nature against you, you never lost faith in the village, believing that with their help, the raidings would be put to an end. You were right. With their help, all of their problems stopped. 

That’s something that Din still struggles with- seeing the good in every situation. As much as he tries to, his pessimistic side always gets the best of him. He thought that the odds were too great to provoke the intruders, but he was wrong. If it weren’t for you, then who knows what would’ve been the fate of the village. Ever since that day, he tries to see the light of every situation, but that gets hard at times. There were many times when Din doubted the battle would be won in your favor, but thanks to your selfless act to protect the villagers, everything turned out alright in the end. 

From that battle to the last morning you spent there on Sorgan, Din hasn’t been able to forget about the time you spent together. As much as he tries to, he can’t stop replaying the simple gesture of both of your hands touching for the first time. It wasn’t even an extraordinary moment at the time, just a small sign to show your patience with him, but for some reason, the moment hasn’t been able to leave his mind. Even when his mind is filled with so many thoughts late at night, he gets the same feeling in his stomach as he did when you put your hand in his. 

Hand holding is still as tender now as it was then, even with the multiple times you’ve done it at this point. It’s a sign of showing support towards each other, but that morning was the first time your skin grazed him on purpose. Maybe he’s looking way into it, but when your hand touched his that morning, he got a feeling in his stomach that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. The last time he can even think of feeling remotely similar to this was when Xi’an was in his life, but even she couldn’t make him feel the way he feels towards you. He felt it during your last day on Sorgan and he felt it again when you traveled to your destination on an isolated planet where there was nothing but flowers in sight. 

The warm feeling in his stomach returned when he heard laughter coming from inside the hull after landing on the foreign planet. He didn’t know what the cause of your laughter was, but he didn’t care during the moment. All he cared about was knowing you were happy and safe. He knew that all three of you would be safe here for the time being. He wouldn’t have to worry about what would happen if he left you alone on the ship. Instead of his afternoon being spent worrying about what he would have to do to make sure you’re all safe, he can finally rest. His days can be like what they were when you were on Sorgan. The day can be spent doing whatever you want, not putting yourselves in danger just so you can survive to see nightfall. 

It’s something Din hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a very long time- to be at ease. He didn’t even let himself be completely vulnerable during the weeks you spent at the village. He was afraid that the moment he let his guard down, there would be something to interrupt what he was feeling, and in a way, he was right. The morning he let his guard down was the same morning that the bounty hunter was able to track you down and almost kill the kid. 

It was just bad luck. Word eventually got around about the fight that took place and that’s how you were eventually found. Thankfully, that didn’t happen on the planet you were laying low momentially. Din had hoped that you could’ve stayed here longer, enjoying the peace that seemed to linger in the air, but the decisions he made in the past decided to catch up to him. Instead of laying low on this peaceful planet for a few weeks, you were only able to stay here for a day or two, but the time you spent here hasn’t been able to leave Din’s mind.

He found an abandoned planet when trying to find a safe place where the three of you could lay low for a while. With a low population density, the chances of someone spotting you were slim to none. You wouldn’t be able to stay here longer than a few weeks with the supplies you have, but staying here meant that you would be out of danger, and that’s all Din cared about. If keeping your head low on an abandoned planet meant that you wouldn’t be in any kind of danger, then he would be more than willing to hide away from the galaxy with you. With the great amount of danger you both have been in lately, Din’s more than willing to stay here.

When first stepping foot on this planet, the sound of local wildlife greeted Din. Birds were chirping, tiny animals were chatting, and even the simple sound of the tree branches swaying back and forth brought a sense of comfort in his bones. The planet didn’t offer much, only the beauty of its atmosphere, but you didn’t need much to be safe. All you needed was a secluded area and enough food and water to last you for a while, and that was enough for Din. If your afternoons were spent with each other’s company, that’s more than what he could ask for. 

Din was quick to make sure the area was safe shortly after the Crest landed. When he was doing so, he had the company of your laughter coming from the hull of the ship. The sound was so distant at first. If things weren’t so quiet outside, he wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but he’s so glad that he did. It’s a sound he hadn’t heard in a while- a sound he didn’t know he missed. He heard it almost everyday when you were at the village on Sorgan, but ever since you were on the run again, the sound became rare. 

Hearing your laughter in the past always brought Din joy, knowing that you’re enjoying yourself for the time being, but hearing it this time brought a different feeling inside his chest. To this day, he still doesn’t know exactly what that feeling is. Knowing that you’re happy even after being in danger just a few days prior made Din happy too, but the feeling in his stomach is foreign. He hasn’t had this kind of a reaction to something before. The only time he’s had a feeling in his gut is when his stress is beginning to get to him or when he knows he’s in danger, never to a sound as delightful as your laughter. 

Then the feeling only got stronger when he saw your reaction to where you would be staying for the next leg of your journey. The kid was giggling as he was running through the nearby flower field, but the only thing that captured Din’s attention was how soft your features were in the moment. From the way the eyes were in awe from your surroundings to the gigantic grin plastered across your face, the only thing Din could focus on is you. You somehow were able to put him under some kind of spell without trying to. 

The feeling he had in his stomach spread throughout his entire body. It’s weird to explain, but somehow it spread from his stomach to his chest to his bones. He doesn’t know how to explain what it is but it’s something he never wants to go away. It’s something he hasn’t felt in a long time, knowing that he was the reason behind your happiness made the feeling even stronger. No one’s been able to have this effect on him before, except you. Without even trying, you managed to capture a part of him he didn’t even know he gave to you. He’s kept his heart locked up for so long that he forgot what it felt like to give it to any person. 

He never has to worry about whether or not you’ll judge him harshly for something he’s done in the past. He knows that you’ll have an open mind about things and only have an opinion on it once you’ve asked questions about it.

There hasn’t been a single time where he’s felt judgment coming from you. You haven’t agreed with everything he’s done, but you respect the decisions he’s made, and that’s something he doesn’t take for granted. It’s rare for someone to be as patient and open-minded as you are, most people form an opinion far before they know every single detail, but not you. The only time you’ve only criticized a decision he’s made is when you don’t agree with it. After being partners for so long, there have been a handful of times where you don’t agree with a plan of his, but you still support him because of the amount of trust you have in him. If he said nothing bad would happen, you would take his word for it. It’s a sign of trust you’ve shown towards him and that’s something he can’t take lightly. 

Loyalty and family are the two most important things to his people. Having undying loyalty to those closest to you shows just how much you trust the other person. It’s something he’s only seen in the covert. Putting your complete trust in someone, knowing they will put your best interest in heart, is something he’s only seen Mandalorians show towards other Mandalorians. They put their full trust in each other because they’re like family, and family will do anything to make sure the rest are safe, like you. Din admitted this shyly one afternoon, afraid of what your reaction would be when he admitted he saw you as a part of his family, but seeing the look on your face told him you felt the same as well. Your people may not have as strong a belief in family as his people do, but you know the importance of him referring to you as family meant to him. 

He was so nervous during the moment that he didn’t even notice how his stomach turned into knots when your hand touched his after he admitted this. A weight was taken off of his shoulders after telling you this- he didn’t even notice his body physically reacted to you touching him. 

He got that same feeling again when seeing your reaction to the planet the Crest landed on. You had such a childlike wonder to it that the radiance beaming from you was contagious. Like you, the biggest smile was on Din’s face when he glanced around his surroundings before heading back to his task. The moment between the two of you didn’t last long, as the little one began running off towards the nearby trees, but Din hasn’t been able to get this memory out of his head. He doesn’t even know why. 

Even when you were gone, his thoughts weren’t able to escape you. He couldn’t stop thinking about how happy you seemed here even when you just got here, or how the sun bouncing off of your skin seemed to give you such a glow- not from the sun itself, but from within. Your warm nature being prevalent on the inside and outside. Everything about you was able to easily rub off of Din. 

He doesn’t even know how mind came across the things that it did. One moment he’s thinking about what the three of you could do on the planet to pass the time and the next is what your future together would be like. The future together is something he’s thought about a lot recently since the child came into your lives- he always thought about what life would be like once you found a safe place for the baby, but thoughts like these never came across his mind until that sunny afternoon. 

Rather than wondering what the two of you would do in the future, like if you would ever return back to Nevarro someday or if you would continue traveling the galaxy together, thoughts about settling down came across his mind. He doesn’t even know how that thought popped up. The two of you never discussed settling down together, you’ve both expressed wanting to have a peaceful life someday but never together, so he doesn’t know where this idea came from. It’s probably the atmosphere of this place, he told himself. 

Neither of you ever talked about what exactly your relationship is. He knows this partnership you have goes way beyond what you both agreed to, more than just collecting bounties together, it’s a bond neither of you has felt in a very long time, but the unclear relationship you have doesn’t exactly help Din figure out what he felt during the moment. Why is he only able to think about you? Even when he’s trying to figure his future, whether that would include just himself or with someone else, the only thing he’s able to think about is you- how much things have blossomed between the two of you ever since leaving the peaceful village. Never in a million light-years did Din think he would be able to feel towards another person with how he feels towards you. It’s a foreign feeling, something that he has to figure out one day.

The only thing he knows for sure is that he trusts you more than anyone else in the entire galaxy. If there was something you were uncertain about, he would gladly hear you. If you decided against a decision of his, he would try to figure out another way. 

After everything you have been through together, the only thing he knows for a fact is that he doesn’t want a future without you. It’s hard to imagine a life without you, whether that meant continuing the lifestyle you’ve shared for the past year or if that meant a more domestic one. 

There’s so much he’s told you about himself that he hasn’t dared to share with another soul, whether it was the simple reveal of his name, or where he came from, or even what life was like when the Mandalorians took him in, he’s never told anyone the things he’s told you without thinking twice about it. He hasn’t trusted someone this much-  the last person he can think of was before he was adopted into his creed. 

When he told you about the ideals he was raised with, you never made any judgements towards him. The only thing you told him was that he was more than the beskar armor he wears daily. Though he was adopted into Mandalorian customs, you always told him he’s more than what he was raised by- that he’s his own person. He’s gotten so used to others making critical judgements about him just because of who he was raised by that he was taken back to hear what you had to say. 

It’s not often he heard someone speak about his people in such a collected manner- most people were quick to judge their warrior ways that it was nice to hear such good things come from someone who isn’t accustomed to their ways. Hearing you talk about your loyalty to him, to Din, not to the Mandalorian warrior, was something he didn’t know he needed to hear. He grew used to people either admiring or condescending his warrior ways that he forgot at times what it meant to be his own person.

Thanks to you, he’s been able to see that part of himself again. He’s hidden it away not only from the galaxy but from himself as well, and you’ve been able to show him that he can be his own person beyond the armor he dons. There’s no doubt that his creed has shaped him into who he is today, but he’s also more than that. He’s someone with a heart, empathy towards others, putting others before himself- something he’s never thought of himself as until you pointed it out. You were able to see the best parts of him when he didn’t even see them.

When you were able to see the best parts of him, he saw the best parts in you when you returned with a simple gift when you were gone for a bit. Glancing back at the memory, the gesture wasn’t that big, just a bunch of flowers bundled up together, but to him, it meant so much to him. He can’t even remember the last time someone did this thoughtful for him, let alone giving him a gift. It’s been such a long time since he’s experienced this much joy from a single action. It probably didn’t seem that big of a deal to you at the time, just something to take his mind off of things for the moment, but he can remember everything about that moment- the warm feeling in his chest returning when he saw the bundle of flowers shaking slightly in your hands, the nervous expression on your face, the feeling of the sun beaming against the sliver of exposed skin at the nape of his neck. He wanted to remember every single detail of that moment, not wanting to forget what it felt like. He never wanted to forget what it felt like to be this happy, not having to worry about anything happening to the three of you. He just wanted to stay here.

He wanted to see more of this side of you. Seeing how happy and carefree you were here reminded him of the memories he has of his mother. When he was a boy, his mother and father used to do so much to express the love they had for one another, and a lot of the memories he has of them is the gifts they would give each other to show how much they loved each other. It’s something that his parents always made sure he was a part of- he would try to help them as much as he could to help pick out the gift. It was something he always looked forward to as a boy and it’s something he’s seen on multiple occasions during his trips throughout the galaxy. 

Gift exchanging is a common thing among married couples- like his parents, married couples want to express their love by giving their significant other something they know they’ll like, and Din can’t help but think of these things as he inspected the bundle of flowers you gave him that day. It wasn’t the most lavish gift, but it was more than he ever could ask for. It showed that, he too, was on your mind even when you were separated. You wanted to express how much you care for his well being by giving him something that you had access to, and with the current environment you’re staying in, you have very limited choice. He didn’t care what the gift was, all he cared about was the thought you put into it. 

The thoughtful gift is what reminds him of the qualities you have that his mother also had- your thoughtful nature, the way you put others first before yourself, offering to help others in any way you can. His well being was your first priority. You tried to ease his mind as much as you could, you tried to take some of the burden off of his shoulders by offering to repair his very torn cape that he dons. It was something that you didn’t even think twice about, just wanting to help him in any way that you can, but it’s something he hasn’t been able to forget. It’s just one of the many ways you’ve shown him how considerate and thoughtful you can be without even realizing it. 

~

There’s so much about that day that he hasn’t been able to forget, even when he’s alone in the cockpit as the Crest is in orbit of your next destination.

So much has happened within the last week of your lives. One day you’re able to find sanctuary on a nearly abandoned planet and then the next, he finds out about the one part of your life you never shared with him before. He can think about why you never spoke about this part of your life before but at the end of the day, it’s a decision that you didn’t take lightly. With how open your relationship has been lately, it’s hard to imagine just how difficult this decision must have been for you. Not only to keep this from him, knowing about the messy history both of your people have together, but to move on from who raised you. Even when the Empire was hunting his people, Din always had the support of those who took him in, but you didn’t. You had to survive on your own. If you hadn’t, then your paths wouldn’t have crossed. 

There must be a reason why your paths crossed. It’s the only reason he can think of- because the galaxy wouldn’t be so cruel as to force his path away from the one person he trusts the most, right?

It’s not an easy thing to digest- to find out the one person you trust the most was hiding something as big as this. A Jedi. He can’t get the Armorer’s words out of his head. Not only were the people who took you in considered to be enemies of his people, but you also knew more about the child than he did and still didn’t tell him. He can’t help but feel that you don’t trust him nearly as much as he trusts you. 

He disregards the thought, shaking his head. You didn’t have the same kind of support as he did when the Empire rose to power. He had others in his covert to rely on when things got tough, but the only person you had was yourself, something he knows all too well at this point. 

He closed himself off from others just so he wouldn’t have to feel the weight he feels in his chest. He understands why you made the decision that you did, but he can’t ignore the aching feeling he feels throughout his entire body by the thought of you not telling him sooner. You only revealed that part of your life to him because you were forced to. He told you things he hasn’t told anyone else since, well ever, not even someone in the covert. He had so much faith in you that he told you anything he could think of. It doesn’t feel fair to expose parts of himself to you just for you to keep something hidden. 

There have been a few times where you almost told him about who raised you, but out of fear, you backed down. He doesn’t know what things were like when your people fell, maybe that’s something the two of you can talk about once you land. He hardly knows a thing about your people, and like you, he can’t be one to form an opinion on a group of people he doesn’t know. You never cast judgment on who raised him. You always asked questions about his beliefs in a respectable manner, and he should have that same common courtesy.

He knows that he should see you as an ‘enemy sorcerer,’ something the Armorer referred to your people as, but he didn’t see that when he was looking at you as you were confessing where you really came from. It wasn’t an easy topic to talk about for you, that’s obvious by how your fingers fumbled with each other as you looked down at the floor in shame, but it’s something you confessed to him, even when you were scared. You didn’t know how he was going to react to the news, thinking he was going to leave you behind. For that, he can’t hold the decision you made against you. There have been so many decisions you both have disagreed on, and this is one of them. He would have preferred if you told him about this sooner, but he can’t hold this against you when it’s clearly haunted you at night. 

“What do you think, kid?” Din asks as he turns around in his seat, to find the child has just woken up from his overdue nap. With one swift movement, the child is secure in the crook of his arms in a matter of seconds. Even when his surroundings are as peaceful as they can get, his mind won’t stop turning a million miles a minute. 

“Why didn’t she tell me…” He mumbles out, mainly to himself. When he glances down at the child wrapped in his arms, the look in the child’s eyes is trying to tell him something that Din can’t seem to decipher. It’s like he’s trying to tell the masked man something important but can’t understand it. 

When a few moments of silence are passed in the hull, another question comes from Din’s mouth, one he almost doesn’t want to know the answer to. “Did you know?”

The only kind of coherent response the child gives is a series of giggles, not knowing the true connotation. Sighing, Din lets his head fall back as he lets his mind wander. 

“Regardless of what has changed your mind about her, I sense she will help you with your journey.”

Even when his mind is going almost nonstop, the words from the Armorer haven't been able to leave his mind- it always has a way of coming back to him. 

The emerging of your two paths had to happen for a reason. 

For whatever the reason may be, Din knows the only person who would be able to help him with his journey is you. He doesn’t know where to begin to even find the people who raised you- it would be damn near impossible if you weren’t by his side. Though you don’t see yourself as a Jedi any longer, you can still aid him in his journey of returning the child back to the Jedi. Maybe you could even help him understand more about the weird powers the child has, or even help the kid gain more control over them. After what he experienced in the cantina on Nevarro, Din finally sees just how powerful the little one really is. He can’t protect him without your help. It will be a long and difficult path, but it’s one he doesn’t want to do without you. 

“Alright kid, let’s go.”

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@isfjmel-phleg Did you just mention Constance Savery?? I can hardly believe it! I've met so few people who have even heard of her. She is my FAVORITE. Right behind Tolkien and Lewis at the very top. I had NEVER even heard the title of that one. I mostly read her family stories, but even those are so hard to find. Which of hers have you read?

Savery is a favorite of mine too! I’m also on Goodreads and thought I recognized your icon here as the same as that of a reviewer of many of Savery’s books there. 

This website has a lot of useful information about all Savery’s books, etc. including the more obscure ones.

I’ve read (thanks to interlibrary loan, including having to get a couple from the Library of Congress!)

Dark House on the Moss

Emeralds for the King

Enemy Brothers

The Good Ship “Red Lily”

Magic in My Shoes

The Memoirs of Jack Chelwood

Moonshine in Candle Street

Pippin’s House

The Reb and the Redcoats

Redhead at School

Tenthragon / Forbidden Doors

Welcome, Santza

Young Elizabeth Green

@healerqueen replied to your post: Book stack theme: Colors?

Excuse me, I'm having an emotion seeing The Reb and the Redcoats in a stack of someone I did not know liked Constance Savery (until a few minutes ago). MY FAVORITE. One of the biggest books that describes who I am.

The Reb and the Redcoats is so good! Definitely one of Savery’s best.

@healerqueen replied to your post: Title themes: royalty, because I had a lot of...

If the book is the book inside, it's fine. With out of print gems, you gotta take what you can get. Very impressed you found it at all. I didn't like that one enough to NEED to own it, but others...I do and I can't and it's sad. (Still so glad to find you're a Savery fan!)

Most of the Savery books I own were fortunate Ebay finds. I have a saved search for Constance Savery books there and keep an eye out for anything affordable that comes up. Bookfinder is also a useful place to search for any available copies of a given book across various online book vendors, if you’re ever looking.

@healerqueen replied to your post: Book stack themes: siblings?

The Melendys forever!! And most of all ENEMY BROTHERS! You have a first edition! That was my favorite book from the time I read it when I was 10, and it always has been. I think only LOTR and Narnia are above that one, and maybe it's tied with Eagle of the Ninth.

Enemy Brothers is tied for my favorite of Savery’s books. The characters and relationships and the redemption arc are all amazing.

The reissued edition has some (minor) differences in the text from that of the first edition. More about that here.

@healerqueen replied to your post: Title stack theme: "Persons Who Shall Remain...

Thank you! So do you! And our taste overlaps a bit. :) Oh my goodness!! I didn't check my notifications till now, after logging out for a week and then checking my feed first. I did NOT notice Enemy Brothers in the middle! It was camouflaged, and I was looking at the horizontal books.

How did you know that Enemy Brothers is my favorite historical novel of all?? It has been hugely influential in my life and remained in my top three or four favorite authors. I started seeing Savery in your bookstacks today, but I didn't realize I had a chance to see it last time, in this post! I'm amazed that you knew I'd read it, without being told. I'd love to hear more about which Savery books you like and why.

My other favorite, besides Enemy Brothers, is Tenthragon (the revised US edition of the book published in the UK as Forbidden Doors). This is one of Savery’s earliest books, and unusual for her in that it is a book for adults, although the protagonist is a seven-year-old child.

It has a fantastically Gothic premise: an apparently orphaned boy goes to live with his mysterious guardian (an adult cousin) in a large, creepy house with locked doors that connect to an adjoining house. The boy is forbidden to open the doors and comes to imagine that a dragon lives on the other side. Although his cousin is kind (though a bit distant) to him, he’s also nebulously afraid of him and terrified to disobey. But one day he mistakenly knocks on the door of the wrong house, and then his troubles really begin...

Without spoiling anything, this is a story about family relationships, revenge, and forgiveness, and I first devoured it in less than twenty-four hours, on edge the whole time. It does have a very tense, suspenseful tone throughout. The child protagonist seems to have clinical anxiety (for understandable reasons), and Savery’s depictions of the psychological terrors he suffers can be painful. There are themes of physical and emotional/psychological child abuse that are pretty intense too. But Savery’s Christian themes shine through, subtle but clearly present, and there’s a very satisfying redemption arc, although the ending is a bit ambiguous. A conflict between two brothers with wildly differing priorities and mindsets is central, somewhat reminiscent of Dym and Tony’s conflict (minus the political ideology angle, obviously). And the characters are fantastically complex.

It’s very difficult to find, but you might be able to get it through interlibrary loan. There are a few libraries in the US that own it that lend for free. 

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: you are a mermaid and you save a handsome man from drowning but little do you know it’s not his first rodeo when dealing with mermaids. seonghwa, a former prince, is currently hongjoong’s first mate and boyfriend. hongjoong is the captain, the pirate king of the most savage crew across the seas. and you want nothing to do with them. not because they’re pirates, but because they’re humans…

ship: mermaid!reader x prince/pirate!seonghwa x pirate!hongjoong

genre: little mermaid!au, pirate!au, angst, fantasy, romance

author’s note: demon!jongho x wizard!yunho let’s get ittttt

warnings: some swearing, mentions of demonic activity & torture, hell references (idk, just in case someone’s uncomfy with that), mentions of drowning, kissing

word count: 3.3k

chapter one ☠️ chapter two ☠️ chapter three ☠️ chapter four ☠️ chapter five ☠️chapter six ☠️ chapter seven ☠️ chapter eight ☠️ chapter nine ☠️ chapter ten ☠️ chapter eleven ☠️ chapter thirteen ☠️ spotify playlist

Jongho’s POV

"It appears your time is up," I smirked triumphantly the minute I snatched Hongjoong away from his ship. Humans were so foolish it would almost be amusing if a tiny part of me didn't feel bad for them. Key word: tiny. 

Collecting human souls and becoming more powerful was a far more pleasant activity than whatever sense of guilt had briefly visited me. As I was saying, humans: 0. Me: 8524. Or was it 8525 already? I began losing count of how many souls I'd acquired throughout my immortal life. 

And it's not like I wasn't a benevolent demon. I had warned Hongjoong what would happen if he achieved true happiness. It wasn’t my fault he found joy so quickly. It wasn't my fault he couldn't find a way to be miserable in order to prolong his life on earth. Or should I have said life at sea? Damn pirates and their weird habits.

"Please, I need more time," Hongjoong begged wretchedly.

"If I had a soul for every time I heard that line. Actually, nevermind. I do have a soul for every time I heard that," I shrugged smugly.

"So what's one more week to you? You can't die, right?" he bargained relentlessly.

"Fair point, but a deal is a deal. Any last words?"

"I just want to say goodbye to my friends. My soul will be yours for eternity, so what's the rush?" Hongjoong kept talking. 

Ah, humans and their never-dying hope. If it wasn't so pathetic, it would have been admirable.

"Hm, let me think...No," I rejected his plea without even bothering to consider it. 

And just as I was about to put an end to his mortal existence and absorb his soul, I felt a surge of faintly familiar power calling me. No, summoning me. Oh, what the hell?

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Yunho's POV

"Hello, demon," I greeted Jongho reluctantly.

"What do you want, wizard?" he scoffed. "And why have you trapped me in this ridiculous circle?"

"I have my reasons," I responded vaguely. "Care to explain what you've been intending to do with that pirate's soul?"

"It's none of your business," Jongho rolled his eyes.

"I suggest you tell me unless you want to stay here forever."

Jongho laughed maniacally. Ever the narcissistic prick.

"You think this can hold me down?" he moved towards me swiftly, as if intending to break away from my spell. 

Once he realized there was an invisible wall preventing him from escaping, he eyed me with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"Now, I'm intrigued. How did you become so capable?"

"Answer my question first and then I'll decide whether to tell you," I suggested, fully aware of the fact I had the high ground in this situation. 

Maybe not forever like I'd threatened, but it would certainly be long enough to make Jongho speak.

"Very well. I was intending to devour his soul. I don't seem to have enough pirates in my collection. Too many corrupt politicians, which is kinda gross, don't you think?"

"When will you put this obsession of yours to an end? Aren't you already powerful enough down there?"

"Obviously not powerful enough since you've managed to entrap me."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"I can't let you take Hongjoong's soul."

"Why?"

"Like you said before, it's none of your business," I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Humour me, wizard. What's so special about this pirate?"

"Alright. To put it simply, I've invested too much of my energy and magic to his loved ones' well-being. If he is taken away from them, all my efforts will have been in vain. It would be a waste."

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Jongho's POV

"Who are they? His loved ones?" I asked despite myself. 

Even though I was furious at Yunho for summoning and tricking me into this circle, my inquisitiveness was growing by the minute. Wizards usually didn't meddle in demons' affairs. But for some reason, I kept running into Yunho every now and then. And though he was a bit annoying, he certainly wasn't boring. So, I kept playing along.

"A mermaid and a former prince. Satisfy your curiosity?" Yunho replied without giving too many details. Okay, I'll bite.

"Juicy," I murmured. "And what exactly did you invest in them?"

"Let's just say I have helped them transform in ways previously thought impossible."

"Aw, come on, you've got to give me more than that," I insisted.

"Maybe I will. But first, you're gonna have to promise me you won't take the pirate's soul."

"And what's in it for me?" I pouted. "You know I don't do things for free."

"Bloody demons," Yunho muttered under his breath. "I'll give you something that will make you as powerful as you want."

"As powerful as the devil himself?" I blinked incredulously.

"Yes," he confirmed.

"And what, pray tell, is that?" 

"A wizard's soul," No. He couldn't... "Mine, to be specific."

Idiot. Beautiful, impossible idiot.

"You dare compare yourself to the devil?" I cackled.

I didn't understand it myself but a part of me was actively trying to talk him out of it.

"Not right now. But in a few years, I'll be even stronger. With my powers in your collection, you'll be invincible."

"You're willing to give up your soul and yet you don't even know that pirate?"

"I don't need to," Yunho waved me off.

"And if you trick me? If you don't become powerful as you suggest you will?" 

I kept trying to change his mind. It was insane. He was presenting me with an unbelievably good possibility and I was attempting to dissuade him. What was wrong with me?

"Well, then, you'll have eternity to torture my soul."

"Hm. Tempting, I admit."

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Yunho's POV

"Then, just agree to it, Jongho," I pleaded.

"You must be really desperate to call me by my name," the demon observed correctly. Damn, how I hated that he was right.

"Don't pretend you haven't made up your mind already. No other wizard would ever offer you something like that," I couldn't take no for an answer.

"So what makes you so different from other wizards?"

"I don't know. But the fact remains. You can't reject me. You're far too greedy to let go of your ambitions now."

"This is your last warning, Yunho. If I give up the pirate's soul and take yours instead, you will regret it. Human souls wither in time and their miseries become less painful. A soul like yours? It could last till eternity and beyond. And every second in hell will be agony. It will destroy you little by little. And even when you might think there is nothing left, it will still persevere against all odds. I wouldn't wish such a fate on anyone."

"Aw, are you worried for me, demon?" I teased him. "You don't think I can handle it?"

"Shut up and get me out of this obnoxious circle."

"I take it we have a deal, then?" I said confidently.

"Regrettably so."

"You'll let Hongjoong go?" I needed a confirmation.

"Haven't I made it obvious? What could I possibly do with him when I'll have you in a couple of years?"

"You didn't strike me as the patient type," I laughed, while undoing the spell trapping him.

"I can be patient for the right reason, wizard."

"The right reason being my immortal soul?" I joked, even though every cell of my being was telling me to run, even though I was already beginning to regret my impulsive decision. My love for humans would be my downfall...

"Can there be any other reason?" Jongho, now free, traced his finger across my jaw. "Hell, I can't wait to devour you."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

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Hongjoong's POV

That damn demon just disappeared?! I had no idea what was happening but before I could waste any more time wondering, I decided to take advantage of the situation and try to escape from wherever his lair was. However, it was too dark to see anything and no matter how much I ran, I couldn't find a way out. I was beginning to panic, thinking about the demon's potential return when I felt a pair of strong arms pulling me. Not given the chance to protest, I could only determine that I was suddenly being taken away. Soon enough, I was greeted by a familiar sight that reminded me of the happiest memories of my life. I was back on the ship! I couldn't believe my luck and whoever my mysterious saviour was, I knew that I owed them everything. Letting go of me, I attempted to discern their features but in vain. The pitch-black night surrounded us from all sides.

"Who are you?"

"A friend. That's all you need to know for now."

"How can I repay you for what you did for me?" 

"You can't," the stranger replied sadly, obviously leaving something out. I was too terrified to ask what they meant by that. So, I asked something else, instead.

"Will I see you again?"

"At sunrise. I need to talk to all three of you at once."

"All three of us?" 

But before I could inquire what exactly my saviour was suggesting, they disappeared. Were they referring to Seonghwa, Y/N and myself? I groaned quietly and figured I'd just have to be patient and wait until the morning. Until then, I couldn't do much but see Seonghwa again (since I assumed Y/N was back in the sea during the night). I wasn't sure whether (and if so, when) the demon would return for my soul, so I hurried to our room. Imagine my distress when I didn't find Seonghwa there. Running a hand through my hair, I hurried to check my other crewmates' rooms. There was no trace of any of them. If something had happened to them while I was at the demon's lair...I would never be able to forgive myself. Even if I didn't have much time left, I was determined to spend every second of it looking for my friends. Eventually, I decided that checking Mingi's cell was the only solution. If he was still there, he might know something about my crew's disappearance. If he wasn't...then, I would have no idea where to go next.

"Mingi?" I yelled but in vain. His cell was empty. Fuck. Was this some wicked game? Had the demon taken all of them just to mess with me? Where was everyone? I couldn't think of anything but...No, this was too dangerous. But it's not like I had something to lose, right? I had already sold my soul. So, I abandoned my ship and jumped into the sea.

"Y/N! Y/N!" I started screaming while swimming further away from the ship. She probably wouldn't be able to hear me. But I was desperate, okay? And besides, what other choice did I have? To my utter disbelief, she appeared on the surface soon after I began looking for her. An involuntary sigh of relief left my mouth. But then, it hit me. It was a full moon. Which made Y/N more like a siren. Oh, fuck it. If I was about to go to hell, I might as well be drowned by her instead of have my soul absorbed by that demon.

"Hongjoong!" she exclaimed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I lied and swam towards her, completely disregarding the potential danger. "Where did everyone go?"

"They went looking for you, of course!" Y/N explained. "And I had to return here, because of...well, you know why."

I smiled nervously.

"And Mingi?"

"Yeosang let him go," she said.

"Yeosang?" I was shocked.

"I don't know, he said they would need more hands or something," Y/N chuckled at the cruel irony of it. "Yeo's been visiting him. He said Mingi's...different. Kinder."

"Why do I have difficulties believing that?"

"Everyone can change, I guess," she shrugged. Wait, when had she gotten so close?  Almost too close...

"Y/N..." I whispered her name in warning, but she didn't seem to hear me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, I felt unable to move. Completely transfixed by her, a small fraction of my brain was terrified of the fact I didn't feel terrified, at all.

"I missed you," she responded with a song-like voice. "Come with me."

"Okay," my mouth agreed even though my mind was still struggling to accept this. Then, she pulled me under. This was it, then? Surrounded by the endless water, her lips touched mine, giving me a breath of air. A couple of moments later, I realized something unexpecting. She wasn't trying to drown me. She was trying to save me. Her siren nature had made her take me beneath the surface. But her human nature was the one providing me with oxygen. After what felt like centuries of kissing, I felt Y/N letting go of me and pushing me upwards. What had just happened?

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Reader's POV

Finally! Oh, how much you'd missed the sweet sunrise! You swam towards the ship. Memories of what had taken place mere hours ago flooded you. You wondered if Hongjoong would be angry with you. You had to explain everything to him and it couldn't wait any longer. You hoped he'd understand...And that he had made his way back home safely.

"Hongjoong!" you cried out, overwhelmed by guilt. He appeared soon enough, looking absolutely wrecked, like he hadn't slept at all. Knowing him, that was probably the case. You climbed up the ladder and the first thing you did was hug him. You were surprised he didn't flinch away. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know you didn't," he replied calmly.

"I thought I could control her. I didn't think she'd try to drown you. I tried my best to stop her but..." you were rambling before you could realize what he was saying.

"I know, sweetheart, I know."

"Wait...what?" you looked up at him in confusion.

"If you hadn't kissed me, I would have drowned. I could feel you struggling against your siren nature."

"So, you forgive me?" you mumbled nervously.

"There's nothing to forgive," Hongjoong unconsciously repeated your words.

You smiled at him gratefully and then, it hit you.

"Hold on, if you're not mad at me, why do you look so miserable?"

"Seonghwa and the crew still haven't returned. After our nocturnal encounter, I thought it sensible to come back to the ship and wait until dawn. I have no idea where to start looking for them."

"Oh, shit, I was so focused on fighting against my siren self that I forgot to tell you," you mentally slapped yourself. "They took the boats and said if they don't find you, they'll come back to the ship in the morning."

"So, why aren't they here yet?" Hongjoong asked anxiously.

"Aren't they?" you grinned and pointed towards the horizon, where a couple of boats were approaching the ship.

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Seonghwa's POV

"Oh my God," I whispered as soon as I saw Hongjoong on the ship. Safe and sound. I ran towards him and enveloped him in a suffocating hug. "Do you have any idea how worried we were?"

"Relax, Hwa, I'll tell you everything I know," he promised.

"You better! We resorted to letting Mingi go in order to search for you!" I hissed.

"You know I can hear you, right?" Mingi complained.

"Yeosang kept saying some nonsense about how he was a changed man or whatever," I kept going.

"Still right here," Mingi announced awkwardly.

"As you might have guessed," Hongjoong interrupted us, completely unbothered by Mingi's freedom. I assumed Y/N had told him already. "I was taken by a demon."

"We figured," Yeosang confirmed.

"I told them about your stupid deal," I groaned.

"Hey, it's not stupid, Yeosang's still alive, isn't he?" Hongjoong argued.

"It is stupid. It's not like I would have killed my favourite pirate in the universe," Mingi intervened.

Yeosang had the audacity to wink at Mingi!

"Shut up, Mingi," Hongjoong said and continued telling us of his adventures. "Now, where was I? So, the demon told me he'd take my soul and like, I tried to talk my way out of it but before I could achieve anything, he disappeared. Naturally, I tried to escape from wherever I was but it was so dark I couldn't see a thing. Eventually, I was saved by some stranger who teleported me back to the ship. My saviour said we'll meet again at sunrise. That's when they vanished, as well, and I noticed you all weren't on the ship. I checked Mingi's cell and of course, it was empty. So, I decided to wait until the morning."

Hongjoong and Y/N exchanged a strange look that led me to believe that wasn't the whole story. I made a mental note to ask them in private what that was all about. But until then, we had more pressing matters to discuss.

"So, the demon just let you go? This doesn't make any sense," I pointed out suspiciously.

"I don't know why or how but I'm grateful I get to spend more time with you. All of you," Hongjoong clarified. "Even Mingi, for fuck's sake."

Mingi chuckled cutely at being acknowledged like that.

"You think the demon will come back for you?" I inquired.

"No idea, but let's hope not," Hongjoong said.

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Yunho's POV

As I was a man of my word, I teleported myself back to Hongjoong's ship at sunrise. And apparently, my timing was particularly appropriate, because the crew had gathered around Hongjoong and he was obviously telling them of his recent experiences. Making myself invisible on purpose, I appeared in the most dramatic fashion, taking them by surprise.

"Holy shit!" Seonghwa yelped in shock but soon enough, remembering how I'd helped him, visibly relaxed. "Yunho!"

"It's the wizard of the lighthouse!" Y/N exclaimed gleefully.

"Hello again," I greeted them.

"Wait, I know that voice!" Hongjoong announced. "You're the guy who saved me last night!"

"In the flesh," I confirmed, a little too smugly.

"You said you need to talk to the three of us," Hongjoong repeated my words. "Did you mean Seonghwa, Y/N and me?"

"Aren't you a clever pirate?" I patted his shoulder proudly. "No offense but I'd like to keep our conversation private. For now."

"None taken," another one of the pirates shrugged.

Hongjoong led me, Seonghwa and Y/N to a room where I assumed we'd be able to have some privacy. As I informed them of the deal I'd made with Jongho, their faces lit up with a mixture of relief and terror. Relief, I imagined, because they were happy Hongjoong would stay with them. Terror, I figured, because humans and mermaids alike, were quite compassionate by nature, and they probably felt bad for me.

"I don't understand..." Hongjoong spoke quietly. "You don't even know me and you would give up your soul for me?"

"Funny, that's exactly what the demon said," I shook my head. "The truth is, I'm too invested in the three of you already to watch him break you apart. First, with transforming Seonghwa's face so that he can have a new life away from his parents. Then, with fulfilling Y/N's wish to have legs during the day so that she can be with you two. Now, this...I can't explain it myself, but seeing the three of you happy, I feel like it's worth the risk. If Hongjoong was taken away from Seonghwa and Y/N, all of the good magic I've done would go to waste."

They looked at me with so much gratitude and worry I couldn't bear it and told them something I probably shouldn't have.

"Don't worry about my soul. I have a plan that demon will never see coming."

"Do you need our help?" Y/N asked.

"I'm not sure yet, but if I do, I'll come to you."

"Please, do. We owe you big time," Seonghwa responded.

"Don't mention it," I waved him off. "But until then, enjoy your lives."

To be continued…

[biaswreckingfics]

That was the cutest, most sweetest 😉 ‘non date’ date ever, can they just date properly already… 🙄 my impatient butt can’t wait any longer lol.

"It's cute, isn't it?" He eagerly asks. "As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to take you here."… "Why?"… "Because I couldn't think of anyone else who'd appreciate it as much as me besides you, my little snack fiend."

The way she lives rent free in his mind… ughhh… the cute lil nickname 🫠 I hope he saved her name as that in his phone lol

‘Sunwoo's voice pulls your eyes to him. "Anything catching your interest?"

…you mean apart from you?!!!!!! 😏

‘Anything catching your interest? You mean besides the fact that Sunwoo isn't giving the pretty employee the time of day while she stares at him with clear intrigue?’

If a pretty woman with cakes, couldn’t catch his attention, he has to be in love. Hotel de la Sunwoo is officially out of business forever lol

"Hey, stop being cute. My heart can't handle it."… "I said stop being cute. Not continue doing it," he mutters, but you still hear his words, and it only causes your heart to beat at triple speed.’

Can they both stop being so cute?!!!! my heart is starting to feel, feelings…

“Who told you Sunwoo was staying with me?"… "Minjee," he finally answers.’

Of course that demon was the instigator of all the Jay chaos. Why does she know so much about y/n’s life? Are we sure she’s not secretly in love with y/n?!!!!

On a serious note, what 🤮 did was actually really messed up. I don’t know if she was aware of Jay & y/n’s volatile history but bringing someones ex back into their life, especially when you don’t know their history, is reckless and potentially dangerous.

I can’t remember if you said if there was any physical ab*se in the relationship, but the way he grabbed y/n wrist at the apartment, I’d say he was a couple steps away from it.

🤮 insane need to eliminate the non competition, unknowingly brought y/n’s abuser back into her life and could have potentially put her safety at risk.

I know is say all the time I’m not a violent person but 🤮 is just sooo annoyingly punchable and I wouldn’t be opposed to y/n kicking her a**. It would be cute to have sunwoo playfully scold y/n for fighting when she told him not to hit Jay or we could go down the non violent route 🙄 and have y/n just curse her out instead

I kinda wanna be the first to ship Jay & 🤮 maybe her crazy, will out crazy, his crazy and then they can torment or be the catalyst for change in each other. Either way they’d leave the normal people to live in peace lol

"Thank you. Thank you for sticking up for me, and for standing by my side… and for making me feel safe."

I’m not saying this is how I looked reading this but…

I know this isn’t how you described their hug, BUT! this is how my mind chose to imagine it and it won’t be dissuaded otherwise 😂

"I like keeping you safe,"

If y/n hadn’t already fallen for Sunwoo, this line alone would have definitely pushed her over the edge

I really liked this update, a much need distraction and I’m looking forward to the next one, when you’re ready. Thank you 💛

Here’s some more inspiration for that Junho story you said you’d could be persuaded to write 😜

*shhhhhhuuuuushhh… I didn’t Google how to become a pillow*

Reading these quotes again has only fueled me to write the next part with even more ferocity 😭😭❤️❤️

The sweetness and the spiciness are only going to grow more intense from here on out, and I'm having so much fun writing those moments!!

She really does live rent free in his mind and I just 🥰🥰, and you took me out with the Hotel de la Sunwoo 💀💀. It's definitely out of business 😈😈

Minjee was determined to get Sunwoo, and if that meant getting oc out of the way, than she was gonna do whatever she needed to. Whether she knew about the past relationship between her and Jay will always remain a mystery, bc they are both officially gone from this series. It's time to focus on the otp now 💅💅😂😂, but you made so many valid points!! She could've put her in serious harm, and that's why you should never mess around in other people's business!!

Imagine the hug however you want 😂😂. I'm only a couple of inches shorter than Sunwoo, so I wanted to make it pretty vague so all the shorties and also non-shorties could imagine themselves haha

The next one is already over halfway done!! It's flying out of me and I love it!! I did NOT need the Junho attack at the end, though 😭😭 especially the bed one 😭😭