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A Carefree Rascal || Jake Sully x fem!Omaticaya reader

Summary: Jake Sully is the Olo’eyktan of the Omaticaya clan but his carefree attitude often results in injuries. As the healer of the clan, you are not impressed with his reckless behaviour despite having feelings for him

Warnings: none

Word count: 4436

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

Jake had been living with the Omaticaya clan for several years now, serving as their Olo'eyktan and leading them through countless challenges. He had come to love the people and the way of life here on Pandora, and he felt a deep sense of pride knowing that he was a part of this tribe.

On this particular day, he had gone out on a hunting expedition, determined to bring back a kill that would feed the village for days. He had tracked a huge herd of talioang for hours, unfortunately before he could have stroked, Jake came face-to-face with the ferocious palulukan. In the intense struggle that followed, the creature had inflicted several deep wounds on Jake's body with its sharp claws and fangs, leaving him bloodied and battered.

Despite his injuries, Jake managed to make his way back to the village, where he was greeted with cheers and relief from the members of his clan. They immediately sprang into action, tending to his wounds with the skill and expertise that had been passed down through generations.

As he lay there, Jake felt a sense of gratitude and awe wash over him. This was his home now, and these were his people. He had come to understand their ways and their values, and he had learned to respect and cherish them all.

As the healer of the clan, you swiftly received news of an almost fully successful hunt. While some might argue that it was completely successful since everyone would have food, it was difficult to call it a success when it had resulted in injuries.

After gathering the necessary supplies, you hastened to assist whoever required your aid. Upon arriving at the location, you had to shoo away others to be able to work effectively. It came as no surprise to you when you discovered that the injured party was none other than Jake himself. "You seem to enjoy getting hurt, don't you?" You remarked.

Jake rose to his feet, wincing slightly from the pain in his wounds. He turned to you and gestured for you to follow him to his tent, a serious expression on his face. You fell into step beside him, feeling your heart race with anticipation and concern for his well-being.

As you entered the tent, Jake motioned for you to take a seat on a nearby stool. He then proceeded to recount the story of his latest hunting excursion, during which he had been attacked by a fierce palulukan. He described how the creature had ambushed him from behind, raking its sharp claws across his back and leaving him with several deep wounds. "It was a fierce battle, but I managed to take it down. Unfortunately, it managed to get in a few good hits before I did. Its claws are razor-sharp, and I couldn't dodge them all. It's nothing too serious," he added, though the pain etched on his face suggested otherwise. "I've had worse."

It was clear that Jake was a skilled hunter, but even the best could fall victim to the dangers of the forest.

As he finished recounting the details of the attack, Jake turned to face you and asked if you would be willing to help treat his wounds.

You sat with your arms crossed, listening to an unnecessary story that you had never asked for. As you heard him out, your tail began to move restlessly, reflecting your growing impatience. "Considering how senseless your question was, I might as well leave you to deal with it alone," you retorted, tapping your fingers against your arm in frustration. Letting out a deep sigh, you stood up and approached the injured person to inspect their wounds more closely.

Jake sat on his cot, his back facing you, revealing the deep wounds left by the palulukan. You could see that the scratches were still fresh and bleeding, and it was clear that the hunt had been a difficult and dangerous one.

The palulukan, a fierce and formidable predator, had put up a fierce fight, and its razor-sharp claws had left a trail of deep, jagged wounds across Jake's back. The cuts were long and deep, some of them still bleeding and oozing pus, and it was clear that they would need careful attention if Jake was to make a full recovery.

You touched the wound gently, thinking carefully about your next steps. Fortunately, this wasn't your first time dealing with such a situation; in fact, it had happened more often than not. "Stupid," you muttered under your breath, flicking Jake's ear lightly. "So skilled, yet so stupid and reckless," shaking your head, you began your work by cleaning the wounds first. “A carefree rascal. Nì’eveng!”

Jake winced as you gently touched his wounds, his body still sore from the recent attack. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, and you knew that he was in a great deal of pain. But despite the discomfort, Jake remained stoic and silent, determined to tough it out. "Look, I'm not stupid," Jake said, turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. "I know that even the best hunters can't always see an attack coming from behind." He winced as you applied pressure to one of his wounds, but he continued speaking. "That palulukan was faster than I expected, and I paid the price for it." He let out a deep breath and clenched his jaw as you worked on another wound. "But I'll be back on my feet in no time. I'm not going to let a little thing like this keep me down for too long."

You looked straight into his eyes and hissed at him, turning his head away from you to make it easier to focus. "If you're going to be back on your feet in no time, then why am I even here? I have more important things to do," you snapped.

Your skilled fingers worked swiftly on the wounds, ensuring that he wouldn't bleed out and would make a full recovery. Your anger towards him wasn't due to hate, but rather worry. He had a tendency to get injured more frequently than others, and for some reason, you cared about him deeply, which made you anxious.

Jake expressed his frustration at having let his guard down, as he prided himself on being a vigilant and cautious hunter. You could see the pain etched on his face as he spoke, both from his physical wounds and the wound to his pride as a warrior.

As you continued to tend to his wounds, he softened his tone and thanked you for your care and attention. "I knew Mo'at made the right choice in accepting you as a healer," Jake said, looking at you again with gratitude in his eyes. "Your skill and care have helped me tremendously, and I am thankful to have you among the people."

Frowning, you flicked his ear once again, this time much harder in an attempt to shut him up, and turned his head away from you once more. "You sure like to talk, Sully. Maybe you got so hurt because you tried to talk the palulukan to death?" You quipped.

After finishing the cleaning and ensuring it was done correctly, you carefully began to apply ointment on the wounds.

Jake felt a sharp pain as you tended to his wounds, and he had to fight back a hiss. He tried to stay quiet, not wanting to show any signs of weakness or discomfort. He knew that the Omaticaya valued strength and resilience, and he didn't want to appear weak in front of you. He took a deep breath and focused on keeping his composure as you continued to work on his wounds. Despite the pain, Jake couldn't help but feel a growing sense of attraction towards you. He had been drawn to you ever since he first met you, and he couldn't deny the chemistry between the two of you, at least it was what he hoped for. But he knew that his duty as Olo'eyktan came first, and he had to stay focused on leading the Omaticaya clan. "Ha-ha, how funny you are, Y/N."

"Who said I was joking?" you asked with a smile as you pressed on one of the wounds, knowing it would elicit a reaction from him.

Of course, you were fully aware of how to do this without causing him any additional pain, but just to give him a little shock.

Jake grunted with pain as you pressed down too hard on one of his wounds. He tried to stay quiet, but a hiss escaped his lips. He gave you a brief glance, showing his fangs as well. "Nìktungzup!"

You didn't hold back from baring your teeth in return, but you soon gave him a mocking grin. "What? Did I hurt our big and mighty Sully? I thought you were tougher," you taunted.

"Behave, Y/N," Jake hissed in a stern voice, his eyes locking onto yours. "I'm tough when I need to be."

You hissed back and laughed softly, mocking him slightly. "I'll behave. It's just that I have a fussy hunter on my hands."

Jake rolled his eyes, not bothering himself with commenting on your words.

With a smile, you continued your work. After properly cleaning and applying ointment to his injuries, you proceeded to wrap them to ensure they were secure.

After his wounds were treated, Jake's expression relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief. As the Olo'eyktan, he knew the importance of having skilled members in the tribe, and he expressed his gratitude for your presence. "Thank you for your help," Jake said with a smile, as you finished treating his wounds. "I think some of the other hunters might need your assistance as well. It was a fierce battle out there." He standed up from his cot, wincing slightly at the pain spreading all over his body but still looking determined.

After patting his shoulder, you added, "You should rest for a few days. It won't make you look weak if you lie down."

Then you left the room to attend to others.

The next day, not having heard from him, you decided to check on Sully. Knowing him, he probably wouldn't heed any of your words, and the last thing you wanted was for him to bleed out.

You made your way to his tent, humming softly.

Jake stood at the edge of the High Camp, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching and turned to see a group of young trackers returning to base. "What happened out there?" Jake demanded, his voice stern.

One of the young trackers stepped forward and began to explain, but Jake cut him off. "I don't want to hear excuses. You were supposed to be back hours ago. If you can't keep up with the pace, you have no business being out here."

The young trackers hung their heads, looking ashamed. Jake walked over to them, his expression softening. "Listen, I know it's tough out here. But we have a responsibility to the clan. We have to keep them safe, no matter what, and RDA is acting up again."

He looked each of them in the eye, his gaze firm but kind. "You need to rest and heal your wounds. But tomorrow, you get back out there and do better. Our people are counting on us."

His ears perked up and he turned his head around to see you walking towards them. "Y/N, oel ngati kameie."

You nodded, looking right at him. "Stubborn as always, I said to stay down for a bit and you didn't follow. But it seems you're doing well despite your wounds." Crossing your arms over your chest, you tapped your feet against the ground, not out of anger, but out of a mix of amusement and mild frustration.

As you finished speaking, one of the young trackers smirked and muttered something under his breath.

Jake's keen hearing picked up on it, and he turned to face the tracker with a scowl. "Is something funny?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous.

The young boy's smirk disappeared, replaced with a look of fear. "No, sir," he stammered.

Jake gave a nod. "You're dismissed."

After approaching you, he let out a deep grunt. "Listen, I know I should be resting, but I can't afford to stay in bed right now," Jake explained to you. "As the Olo'eyktan, I have a responsibility to keep the clan safe. I can't do that from my cot. There are threats out there that we need to stay vigilant against. Omaticaya have a strong connection to Eywa, but that doesn't mean we can let our guard down. The RDA is still out there, and they're always looking for a way to exploit our weaknesses."

You gave a little smile and waved to the others before returning to pestering Jake once more. "Trust me, I'm well aware of all that," you said, shrugging. "My point is, I took the time to patch you up, and I don't want you to mess it up by not being able to sit down for two days."

He growled at your words. "Aren't you a little too dramatic?"

"You know me, always the drama queen," you said with a smirk as you followed Jake to his tent. "But in all seriousness, I just want to make sure you're healing properly. Let me take a look at those bandages." You stepped inside and began to inspect his wounds, making sure everything was as it should be.

Jake let out another grunt of annoyance. "I'm fine, you don't need to check upon me," he told you.

"I'm afraid I do have to check on you. I need to ensure your injuries are healing properly."

Jake took the garb off his shoulders, revealing his muscular arms and chest. He let out a deep breath and stretched his arms, feeling the cool air against his skin. He looked over at you and smiled, the tension from earlier melting away. He folded the garb carefully and set it aside before sitting down on his cot.

You couldn't help but appreciate his physique for a moment, but you kept your expression neutral so as not to give him any satisfaction. "Thank you," you nodded, approaching him. "So, how do you feel? Any pain other than your injuries?"

He fell silent for a moment, lost in thought. Then he turned to you with a serious expression. "Does emotional pain count?"

"It depends," you replied, sitting down and beginning to carefully unwrap the bandages to examine his wounds. "Care to tell me more about it?"

He looked at you intently, as if trying to convey the weight of his responsibility. "I know I could be tough to deal with sometimes," he said. "But I took my responsibilities as Olo'eyktan very seriously. The safety of my people was always on my mind, and sometimes that meant I had to make hard decisions. I hope you understood that."

You gave him a gentle tug on his ear and said, "First of all, those are also my people. I live among them and I help them however I can. Second, I understand that, but the truth is that a dead Olo'eyktan is good for nothing, so you need to remember this as well."

Jake smirked more to himself than to you. "There's a great truth in your words."

"You seem to forget that I have a healer's duty to keep you alive," you said with a playful smirk, checking his wound. Your fingers deftly probed the edges of the injury to ensure it was healing properly. You were relieved to find that everything seemed to be in order. Although you tried to hide it, your tail gave away your happiness at his recovery. "Looks like you're going to make it. For now, at least."

Jake noticed your tail wagging back and forth. He couldn't help but feel amused by the sight. "Looks like someone's excited," he commented with a chuckle.

You lightly tapped his shoulder. "I'm not excited, just relieved that you'll be okay. It's a normal reaction. I still think you're foolish and impulsive, just a reckless child."

Jake got up from his cot, stretching his muscles as he stood. Jake walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. You could feel his warmth and the solidness of his body against yours. He nuzzled his face into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "How long will we pretend, hmm?"

You huffed in annoyance and nuzzled him, wrapping your arms around him. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Sully," you replied with a playful grin, your expression lightening.

Without saying a word, he leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, the kiss gentle and tender.

You pulled away from him, a growl escaping your lips. "Oh, I hate you so much, Jake," you muttered before leaning in to kiss him properly this time.

For a moment, everything else faded away and it was just the two of you, lost in the sensation of the kiss. Jake felt as though he could stay like this forever, wrapped in your arms and lost in the kiss. He murmured softly in your mouth, enjoying the sweetness of your lips.

Once again, you pulled away from him and observed his face with a mocking grin. "Well, well, well. Our mighty Olo'eyktan falling for a healer. How the mighty have fallen," you teased.

Jake took a deep breath and looked into your eyes, his expression serious. "I need to tell you something," he said. "I know I can be a bit difficult to read sometimes, but I want you to know that I care about you deeply."

He took your hand in his and squeezed it tightly. "I know we've been through a lot together, and I just want you to know that I'm here for you, always. I want to be more than just your friend, if you'll have me."

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but you're easy to read. I saw everything you did and heard everything you said. I just decided not to let you win me over so easily."

"I didn't know you felt the same way," Jake said, his frown deepening. He seemed surprised by your confession, and you could see the emotions playing across his face. "But I'm glad you told me," he continued, a small smile breaking through. "I've had feelings for you for a long time, but I wasn't sure if you felt the same way." He pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close. "I don't want to hide my feelings for you anymore," he whispered in your ear. "I want everyone to know that you're mine and that I'm yours."

You let out a soft chuckle before gently holding Jake's cheeks and turning his face to look at you. "Just so you know, I care about you deeply," you said with a small smile. "But that doesn't change the fact that, to me, you are reckless."

Jake scoffed, his expression turning sceptical. "You can't be serious," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Chuckling, you nodded and gave him a playful tap on the nose. "I know you're serious, but that doesn't change the fact that I like you a lot too."

As soon as Jake spotted Mo'at approaching, he moved away in a slight move.

As she entered the tent, Jake stepped aside, giving her space. He had great respect for the Tsahìk and always made sure to defer to her wisdom.

Mo'at looked around the tent, her sharp eyes taking in everything. Jake waited quietly, his posture relaxed but respectful. When she finally turned her gaze to him, he met her stare without flinching, his expression open and honest. "I somehow knew I would find you here, Y/N," said Mo'at, fixing her yellowish eyes on your face.

You turned to her and gave a soft smile. "Is everything okay? I just had to make sure that our stubborn Olo'eyktan lives to see another day."

Mo'at gave you a significant glance as she reminded you that others required your assistance.

You apologised to Jake and gave him a quick look before telling him quietly that you would be back later. After that, you left to attend to your duties, not wanting to neglect them any further and bringing Mo'at's anger on your soul.

The evening came quickly, taking his busy schedule.

He made his way back to his tent, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he stepped inside. The air was cool and quiet, a welcome respite from the chaos of the day. Jake quickly shed his gear and settled onto his cot, stretching out his tired muscles.

As he lay there, he could hear the distant sounds of the Na'vi speaking as the eclipse was approaching. He closed his eyes, imagining the sight that would soon unfold: the sun disappearing behind Polyphemus, the sky darkening, the world falling silent.

You decided to surprise him by sneaking into his tent. Standing at the entrance, you rested your hand on your hips and looked straight at him. "Oh, look at that. My most stubborn hunter is finally lying down. I think I need to thank Eywa for this miracle."

"So, what brings you here?" Jake asked, raising his eyebrow slowly. "Not that I'm complaining, of course. I'm always happy to see you, but it's hard for me to believe you came just to check upon my wounds for you've done it earlier."

You raised an eyebrow and let out a short scoff. "I came to check up on you, but if my presence is bothersome, then I'll leave."

When you finished, he gave you a warm smile. "Oh, come on, where is your sense of humour?"

You playfully hissed and let out a deep sigh. "I'm just tired, Jake. Sorry."

He cocked his eyebrow, listening to you. "A lot of work, huh?"

"Yes, not only injured but sick as well, especially kids," you nodded, rubbing your eyes. "Am I bothering you? After all, I promised to be back."

"You're not a bother," he said, his voice calm and warm. "I'm always happy to spend time with you. I enjoy your company," he added, his eyes meeting yours. "So please, never hesitate to come see me."

You nodded once more and took a comfortable seat next to him. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing fine," Jake said with a small smile. "It's been tough, but I'm getting through it. How about you?"

You gently examined his injury and let out a relieved sigh. "I'm glad to hear that, but don't push yourself too hard. Rest is important for healing."

Jake got up from his cot and letting out a contented sigh, he walked over to the small table in the corner of his tent. There was a bowl of fruit sitting there, and he picked up one and took a bite. He chewed thoughtfully, savouring the sweetness, looking at you, pointing at the bowl. "Would you like some?"

"Well, I was starting to think you'd never offer. I was afraid I'd have to die here before you'd bring it up. Yes, please. I would love one."

He walked to you, his hand outstretched with the fruit resting in his palm. "Here," he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It's one of the best fruits on Pandora, but I'm sure you know that."

“Irayo.” You took a bite of the fruit and your eyes widened in surprise. The sweetness exploded in your mouth, and you felt a burst of energy flow through your body. You couldn't help but let out a small moan of pleasure. You quickly finished the fruit, savouring every last bit, and couldn't believe you felt refreshed and rejuvenated, ready to take on anything that came your way.

Jake smirked at you as he stood by the entrance to his tent, watching the hustle and bustle of the village. He looked relaxed and content, as if he was enjoying the simple pleasures of life on Pandora. "It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" He said, turning to you with a smile. "There's something so peaceful about watching the village like this. It's like everything else fades away and you're just left with the present moment."

"That's true," you said, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind to give him a hug. "These moments are priceless and so peaceful. I hope we can continue to enjoy them together."

Jake's body tensed for a moment, but then he relaxed into your embrace, tilting his head slightly to the side to rest it against yours. He took a deep breath, savouring the feel of your arms around him.

You teased him, squeezing his waist, "Someone tensed up here for a moment. Am I making you nervous?"

As you hugged Jake from behind, he turned to face you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. You could feel the warmth of his body and the strength of his embrace. Jake let out a contented sigh, enjoying the feeling of your touch. His hand caressed your back as he held you close, savouring the moment. "Kxawm. Or maybe not."

Your hands curiously moved up and down his belly, exploring every inch of his skin and every strong muscle beneath. "Oh, really? That's why you got so tense when I touched you?"

Jake closed his arms around you, holding you tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

With a smile on your face, you snuggled up to him, feeling pleased with your teasing attempt. "Oh, didn't you like that?"

His strong, yet gentle hands moved up and down your spine, loosening the knots that had formed there. "You okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face. Jake continued to rub your back for a few more minutes, and you felt your muscles begin to relax under his touch. Eventually, he stopped and gave you a reassuring smile. "Better?" He asked.

You relaxed, leaning comfortably against him as you let out a soft purr. His touch was indeed making you feel better, easing the tension in your sore muscles. "It seems like you can do more than just get hurt," you told him, looking up in his eyes.

Glossary:

talioang - sturmbeest

palulukan - thanator

nì’eveng - like a child

nìktungzup - carefully

oel ngati kameie - I see you

kxawm - maybe

irayo - thanks

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leo-interactive-fiction · 1 year ago

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I wanted to ask, do the RO's cut/maintain their own hair, or do they have it done by someone else?

Haha let's see...

E tries to make sure to groom their hair every morning. They can have embarrassing bed head because they are a restless sleeper that moves around a lot, so they always spend time making sure they're presentable. They get their hair cut every few weeks or so, and they're not too concerned about maintaining an exact length. "As long as it doesn't get in the way too much, I'm fine with it? W-Well, if you have any particular preferences...J-Just for reference!"

R used to go to a personal stylist every few days or so to keep their appearance fresh, although since becoming excommunicated from the family they haven't had access to such funds. Nevertheless, they still take very diligent care of their appearance, and the results speak for themselves. "Hey now, not everyone is born good-looking. It takes a great amount of dedication to maintain attractive qualities. It just so happens I'm hard working and blessed. Lucky you."

L always had their hair cut and maintained by their butler, Walter. Since the journey to Triaina, they have been following a detailed instructional pamphlet created by Walter on the specifics of their grooming needs, such as the exact length to cut and what products are used. They can't follow some of the instructions to the butlers' exact specificity, but they do their best. "Um, I apologize for any inconvenience, but would you happen to know if the water here is locally sourced from a freshwater spring? O-Oh, 'tap water', you say...? N-No, that shouldn't be an issue! Thank you!"

V handles all of their own grooming with the humble contents of their travel bag, which includes a knife, razor, scissors, pocket mirror, and a bar of soap. There are always traces of split ends, rogue hairs, or ragged lopsidedness, but it is never completely disheveled. It is enough to show you that divine intervention must have taken place somewhere along the way to keep their hair from looking like a matted rug left on the side of the road. "...Oh, I missed a spot. Hmm......Commander, don't stare. Get my knife. I'll fix it."

P doesn't put very much effort into their overall appearance, but they make an exception for their hair. At the very least, they spend some time in the morning to make sure it doesn't cause problems for them or get in the way, and in very special circumstances, they can spend an overabundance of time trying to style it to look better. Unfortunately, their hair naturally fights back against any drastic changes to its normal rugged look, so it requires a lot of effort to style. "Stupid piece of-- Hey M, can you get off your ass and get me a damn hairclip or something? I know you have some...Eh? What do you mean I'm taking too long?! No, it's not for a date with-- Just get me something for this!"

M's hair is a constant tangle of persevering bedhead. It has become the natural rest state of their hair, to the point where you don't think even a thorough combing session could make a difference. They don't even remember the last time they went to a barber to get it cut. Or perhaps they were just asleep when it happened. Nevertheless, it carries a very loose and natural feel to it that M enjoys. "Just so...you know...it can get even...messier...when I'm in bed...If you don't...believe...you're welcome to...'fact check' me..."

Raven's grooming habits can best be described between the ranges of 'potentially hazardous' and 'negligent character assassination'. During their time living in the backwash alleys, they've come to terms with all manner of trash and grime in their hair, and their method of cutting involves a quick chop with a knife when it gets a little too long for their liking, leaving it an uneven and jagged mess. You can't tell how often they actually wash their hair, but since coming to the academy and having access to a running water source, you haven't found anything too worrisome tangled in messy tangled in, although the sleek oily sheen has never faded. "If you tell me I'm not good enough to draw your gaze as I am...I don't mind changing everything about myself. My hair, my manners, my very identity... As long as you can look at me, with those same eyes...I'll do anything...!"

S has surprisingly tidy hair. Despite often having the rest of themselves covered in grime from their work, their hair stays relatively spotless. They say those from the Dens pick up habits to maintain a clean appearance while living through the harsh and sandy desert environment of Orden, but you can't say how much of that is very factual when it's relayed through S's unkempt grin. "Why ya sweatin' the small stuff? It ain't like I never shower or somethin'. You seen how huge those showers in the gym are? Ya can practically take a lap in there! How can ya not take advantage of that?! Speakin' of which, do ya think they'd let me have one for the dorms...? Dont worry, i'd share!"

F's hair has not been cut in a very long time, and they take great lengths to personally maintain and preserve it. No one but a select few are allowed to even touch her hair for normal maintenence, and not even Fiore is allowed to brush or style it. Their hair and their clothing are of the few personal features among them that they claim full ownership of, without any assistance or pretext, and so they safeguard those features very closely. "...You are wondering who did my hair? And what, pray tell, would you do with such information? Have them style your own? Well...perhaps if the discussion of extending your servitude is put underway...I may find the time in that period to indulge you..."

Thank ya for the ask!

#triaina academy #romance options #hair

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mistyswifey · 5 months ago

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Harmful Memories

{• y/n & Gwen • }

(TW: Sh, depression, etc)

Y/n was, well not the brightest kind of kid. They would always do weird stuff, they were always seen as the ‘weird kid.’ Y/n didn’t care, or thats what everyone thought. but when they’d get home from anywhere, they would feel overwhelmed and have the urge to cry. Y/n had been bullied their whole life. Y/n’s big sister, Gwen, had no idea what Y/n had been going through their whole life. Gwen didn’t notice the changes in Y/n’s mood, style, etc. Before Y/n had been so talkative and they would always spend time with Gwen, now they barely talk to Gwen. Gwen didn’t think anything of it, she just thought ‘Oh but isn’t this how all teenagers act?’ not until she found a razor in your/n’s drawer.

you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

you said, scrolling through the old pictures on your phone. You’d do that often, you’d scroll through the pictures with your best friend, old best friend. She had passed away a couple years back. which also resulted in your mood changes and depression.

“Y/n..”

Gwen walked into your room with a sad look on her face. You didn’t think anything of it, until you saw the razor on her hand.

“Gwen where the hell did you..? how the hell.? i thought i- you know what, never mind.”

you said. your voice was hesitant and your hands started to get sweaty.

“Show me..”

Gwen said, calmly. You shook your head.

“Show me.”

She said getting frustrated slowly. You shook your head but she sat next to you on the bed. She started to look at your arms, trying to see any signs of self harm, but your arms were clean.

“Show. Me.”

she said again. you rolled up your sweat pants. You looked at your sister who now had tears in her eyes. She hugged you. Your scars were fresh, still red. you had some faded ones too, but very few.

“Y/n please dont do this to yourself..”

Gwen said sobbing. she held you tightly. You remained silent, but you hugged her back.

“Please if you ever need anything, just talk to me..”

Gwen said as she finally let go of you. you thought for a second, before coming to the conclusion you should just tell her everything.

“Gwen i.. im sorry ok, you have absolutely no idea how hard it’s been. i don’t understand it? why don’t people like me? did i do something wrong? the only person who didn’t hate me fucking died? did i deserve this?”

Gwen hugged you tighter.

“Y/n dear.. im your big sister, you still have me.. i love you, i could never hate you. i don’t know what i’d do without you, please you need to stay strong..”

she said rubbing your back softly. her voice was comforting, you had never thought she could be so comforting and sweet.

“Thanks Gwen.. I’ll try..”

you said.

“if you ever have the urge to self harm, please talk to me, ok dear?”

she said as she let go of you again. she threw the razor out of the open window in your room. you were about to yell at her but you knew it was for the best. she left the room smiling at you before closing the door. you felt happier than before. now you knew your sister actually liked you, you had another reason to keep on going. you didn’t want to give up, you wanted to be clean.

{ • AN: Im so sorry this is so short! hope you liked it! i wanted to try something a bit sadder, as i’ve been feeling down myself lately. i kind of just put all my thoughts into this one. :) • }

#gwendolineuniverse #fanfiction #gwendoline christie #gwen #sad #depressing shit #tw depressing thoughts #tw #larissa weems #y/n #fanfic #Spotify

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Ok I have a question , but first I will like to say your blog is the best one I have ever seen ❤️❤️your like a big sister giving advice, so i have a question, how can I get my 🐱 and 🍑 soft ? And how can I keep them both fresh and smelling good. It embarrassing to say this but I just need help, when I asked some family members they turn they face up and act like they never smelt before, so I just need help atp.

Aww thank you so much! As an esthetician this question is right up my ally as kitty care is my specialization. 🐈‍⬛🎀

How to keep your kitty + peach soft:

Go in for a Brazilian or Bikini wax. This is a great way to get rid of any unwanted hair and can help prevent ingrown hairs as well. If pain is something that worries you try sugaring instead! It is recommended to get a wax every 3-4 weeks when the hair is about the size of a grain of rice.

Invest in a vagacial or booty facial. These are a great way to keep both areas soft, smooth and free of hyperpigmentation. This can be done once a month but can also be done every 15 days depending on the skin type and skin concerns for that area.

If you choose to shave make sure you are using a good + clean razor. Razors should be changed out every 5-7 shaves! Shave against the grain of your hair for the best results!

Laser hair removal is another option. Note that laser hair removal does not get rid of hair growth permanently but it does slow the rate of your hair growth tremendously. Electrolysis is the only method to completely remove any unwanted hair.

I use the Peach & Lily KP Bump Boss as a way to keep my skin extra soft and smooth. I only use this on the Mona Pubis area and do not use it on any other sensitive areas of the kitty.

Use Fur Professional products! Their line is used by many estheticians including myself for both intimate areas of the body.

Cleaning 101:

Your kitty cleans itself regularly which is why some people only clean theirs by rinsing with water. If you choose to use a soap I recommend Dove’s Unscented Body Soap or Dr. Bronner’s Pure Unscented Castile Liquid Soap. Remember to only wash your Mona Pubis + Outer Labia area and avoid getting soap on sensitive areas.

Summer’s Eve products should only be used to restore your pH and to provide temporary relief for minor irritation or itching.

Remember all kitty’s have a certain scent that many describe to be like a bread scent. If the smell is strong, continues to worsen or begins to cause pain and itching please contact a health care provider!!!!

#my post #tips #cute tips from an esthetician 🎀

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>[At the prospect of fresh meat, your twin seems to perk up, and point to the door almost frantically. Is he talking about the monsters? Those two are certainly meat of some sort.... though the second he makes that recommendation, he starts shaking his head, and seems to snap out of his daze, still frantic, but much more normal.]

>[He takes in his surroundings and tries to offer you his scissors and talk to you, but when he does, the strings tighten completely, blood dripping from the threads as they cut his skin and render him completely unable to talk. But he seems insistent on staying away from you, not out of fear of you, he'd gotten over that a while ago.]

>[It's like he's scared of hurting you]

>[Though almost immediately his eyes widen and his pupils shrink, and pained, choked, muffled laughter escapes him. The threads loosen and he goes back to his pacing, just more... twitchy, and hyper aware, like an animal. The parallels to how he acted when feeding off of the blonde monsters are striking, but his behavior is almost worse. Probably because unlike you, he didn't get to eat. He's starving]

CW: implied abuse

(i) > Seeing your brother like this... it hurts you in some way. Honestly, you should feed him, but at the same time, you know he really, truly doesn't want to. With a reluctant sigh, you force yourself up, wincing slightly in pain before the door knocks, right on cue. A hook moves to the door, pulling it back as you come face to face with 'them' again.

> "Hey newbie! Wow, looks like you got caught in a trap or something. Got baited to do something reckless?" > "Would you and your brother like to go out for drinks?"

(i) > Lips parted, you were about to decline, but it's already too late as your brother lunged forward. He seems to go after the weaker one of the two, while your manic coworker takes out a lighter and a beer bottle. You react quickly, hooking "Bryce" to the ground as Neil finishes mauling "Bruce" to death.

> "Hey! You think you can get away with this you little brat!? Do I have to punish you again!? You bastard child!!" > "H-Huh. . ?"

(i) > There, Bryce begins to morph, that of your own mother. . . or, what appears to be your mother. Instant dread sets in as you loosen your grip on the other, resulting in the monster to shove you to the ground.

> "If you had only done what you were asked of!! None of this would have happened!! Our prayers to God fell on deaf ears, all because you wanted to be selfish!! Maybe being locked up without any food will do you some good!" > "M-Mom-" > "Don't call me your mother you PIG! You're nothing more than an unwanted animal! Dead meat! We warned you what happens when you stray from God's hand!" > "St-Stop it-- STOP IT PLEASE--"

(i) > Falling to your knees, you cover your ears, it hurts... hurts to listen to the ringing and harsh voices, the meat hooks on your body coil in agitation. Tears threaten your eyes before you feel a hand grip your hair, forcing you to look up. Something in "her" hand frightens you, it's left you unpleasant marks before, a razor blade. There is only one emotion you have at this moment. . . Fear.

> "I'll make you repent, one way or another boy, REPENT! REPENT RIGHT NOW! YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!" > "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!! PLEASE MOM- > "Sorry doesn't cut it!! I'll make you remember my warnings permanently!"

(i) > "She" goes to strike you, only making you flinch and let out a mortified scream. You don't want to be hurt. . . You did the best you could, you tried to bee the best son. . . you tried to be enough to matter to someone, to feel important. . . but even then, the blade never tears into your skin.

> "N. . . Nigel. . ."

(i) > Lifting your head, you see the front of "her" stomach bleeding. the monster collapses in front of you as you only look up at your brother, who's appearance only looks more terrifying. But. . . all you can do is cry, shuffle to your brother's arms and hug him tightly.

> "I'm. . . here, Nigel. . . Shhhhh. . ." > "Ghhhuuhhhaaa. . . I-I'm sorry. . !! I-I did m-my best. . . I did my b-beeessst. . !! Hhhuuuaahhhh. . !!"> "Shhhh. . . Shhhhh . . . I'm here. . . now. . ."

(i) > . . . Neither of you speak a word, you just embrace and weep together.

#the elevator twins #elevator hitch #// ✂️ protag: replies #// ✂️ antag: replies

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cbairdash · 7 months ago

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Author’s note: Hoist the Colors may eventually inspire fiction. Most likely will and I’ll gladly write it. But right now, it’s a role-playing game setting with what I hope is an interesting take and look at an “Alternate History” of Earth. It isn’t really “steampunk”, though I can see how someone would get that impression. For me, it’s more a “gaslamp fantasy” set on Earth of 1722 in all it’s historical mess… that I’ve stirred up even more!

So, with that said, I thought I’d cover the playable species and cultures players will have to choose from. Here we have the morasu!

Some people that arrived from Otherworld wanted to blend old with the new. A fresh start. But there are those that wanted to reshape the world in their image, no matter the cost…

Professor Isolde Trelawny, Historian at the Royal Institute of Otherworld Studies

Crossing’s Fall brought many species to Earth from Otherworld against their will. Some, such as the thayans, were quick to offer an open hand to the Earth’s nations with mixed results. Others, like grimlings, kept to themselves as much as they could. But then there was the morasu, who met humanity with a sharp, naked blade.

The morasu are a formidable species known for their militaristic cultures and dogmatic social traditions. Originating from the Tir Yovat Empire on the continent of Zafra in Otherworld, they were legendary for their aggressive ethos and pursuit of order. Many historians and scholars suspect that these traits, and the morasu themselves, inspired the dark and complex myths among human cultures in the past.

But the Crossing’s Fall disaster spared nothing. The mountainous terrain of Zafra fell to Earth, split to pieces and a shadow of its former glory. Now, the bulk of the continent lies in the Pacific Ocean to the east of Japan, while smaller fragments are scattered from Greenland to South America.

In most Otherworld cultures, morasu are called ‘nightclaws’, a derogatory nod to their raven-like features. Humans use a different insulting term. They call them ‘stormbirds’, partly because of their unpredictable temper.

After Crossing’s Fall, while many refugees looked to rebuild or find new opportunities, the morasu sought conquest. They looked to establish their own brand of order on what they saw as a primitive, chaotic world.

Dark Mirror of Humanity

They look frail, but so does a razor…

Professor Isolde Trelawny, Historian at the Royal Institute of Otherworld Studies

Morasu are humanoid but are the least human-looking of all the Otherworld refugees. They stand as tall as an average human but are often thinner, with a unique blend of human and animal-like features.

They are a bipedal species with the physical characteristics of both humans and ravens. Glossy black feathers cover their body, except for pearl-gray scaly skin on their legs and face. On their head, those features are entwined with long black or silver hair they often wear in a topknot or long braids.

Their black feathers aren’t just for looks. They serve as natural weather protection and grow the longest along their arms, like wing feathers. While they’re incapable of true flight, morasu can glide when leaping from high places. Buildings or the crow’s nest of a ship work best. They also posses a raven-like tail, complete with more midnight black feathers.

Last would be their face. Despite their raven characteristics, morasu have a human-shaped face. It’s thin, with no beak, but has the same pearly gray scaled skin. They have sharply pointed ears and solid black eyes that are particular to their ancestry.

For the rest about the morasu, see the link above!

Taglist: @thelaughingstag

#writing #writers on tumblr #work in progress #role playing games #worldbuilding #writerblr #playable ancestries

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How Do I Maintain My Beard Between Trims?

Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered why your beard doesn’t look as sharp as it did just a few days after a trim? It can be frustrating to notice stray hairs sticking out, or to feel that your beard is losing its shape long before your next appointment. We get it—keeping a beard looking fresh and tidy between trims is a challenge many of us face. And let's be honest, finding the time to visit a barber in Victoria BC as often as needed isn't always easy. But don’t worry, maintaining your beard between trims is achievable with a bit of know-how and some effort.

Understanding the Challenges of Beard Maintenance

A well-groomed beard is not just about aesthetics; it’s also about confidence. When your beard looks its best, you feel your best. However, keeping it that way can be difficult. The challenge lies in the daily growth and natural tendencies of facial hair. Unlike the hair on your head, which typically grows uniformly, your beard might grow unevenly, with some areas sprouting faster than others. This can lead to a messy appearance, even if you've just had a beard trim in Victoria BC.

Moreover, the environment plays a big role. The coastal climate here can sometimes lead to dry, frizzy facial hair or, conversely, make your beard feel oily and unmanageable. Pair that with the busy lifestyle many of us lead, and it’s no surprise that maintaining a neat beard can seem like a full-time job. But it doesn’t have to be.

Daily Beard Care: Your First Line of Defense

The first step in maintaining your beard between trims is establishing a daily care routine. This doesn’t need to be time-consuming but should be consistent.

Cleansing and Conditioning: Start your day by washing your beard with a quality beard shampoo. Regular shampoos can strip away the natural oils, leaving your beard dry and brittle. Instead, opt for a product specifically designed for beards. After washing, use a beard conditioner or oil to keep your facial hair soft and hydrated. This step is crucial, especially in our often-dry climate, where facial hair can quickly become coarse and difficult to manage.

Brushing: A good beard brush can make a world of difference. Brushing your beard daily helps in distributing the natural oils evenly across your beard, preventing dry spots. It also helps in training your beard to grow in the desired direction, reducing the need for constant trims. We recommend using a boar bristle brush for the best results.

Trimming Stray Hairs: Even with the best care routine, stray hairs will inevitably appear. Rather than waiting for your next appointment at a mens barber in Victoria BC, take a few minutes every few days to trim those stray hairs. Invest in a good pair of beard scissors or a high-quality trimmer with adjustable settings. Remember, less is more—only trim the hairs that are visibly out of place to maintain the shape of your beard.

Weekly Touch-Ups: Keeping the Shape

While daily care is essential, you’ll also need to perform weekly maintenance to keep your beard looking sharp.

Edge Maintenance: The edges of your beard—along your cheeks and neck—are key to its overall shape. These areas can become unruly between trims, so it’s important to maintain clean lines. Using a straight razor or a precision trimmer, you can define these edges to keep your beard looking well-groomed. If you're not comfortable doing this yourself, or if you're unsure about the proper technique, it might be worth scheduling a quick visit to a barber in Victoria BC to have the edges touched up professionally.

Beard Oil and Balm: Every week, treat your beard to a deep conditioning session with beard oil or balm. These products not only nourish your beard but also help in keeping it styled and in place. For those with longer beards, beard balm offers more hold, which can be particularly useful in maintaining shape between trims.

Knowing When to Visit the Barber

Even with the best at-home care, there will come a time when your beard needs professional attention. The frequency of your visits to a mens barber in Victoria BC will depend on your beard’s growth rate and your personal style. For most men, visiting the barber every 3 to 4 weeks is ideal. However, those with faster-growing beards might need more frequent trims.

A professional trim not only tidies up your beard but also gives it a fresh start, allowing you to maintain it more easily in the following weeks. Plus, your barber can offer personalized advice on products and techniques tailored to your specific beard type and growth pattern.

The Importance of Proper Tools

Investing in the right tools can make a significant difference in how well you maintain your beard between trims. While it might be tempting to use just any trimmer or scissors, professional-grade tools are designed to deliver better precision and control. Look for trimmers with multiple settings and sharp, high-quality blades that can handle different hair textures. Similarly, a good pair of beard scissors should be sharp and comfortable to hold, allowing for accurate trimming without tugging at the hair.

In addition to trimming tools, don’t underestimate the power of a quality comb or brush. As mentioned earlier, a boar bristle brush is excellent for distributing oils, but a wide-tooth comb can also help in detangling and shaping your beard, especially if it’s longer.

Adapting to the Seasons

The climate in Victoria, BC, can vary significantly throughout the year, and so can the needs of your beard. During the colder months, the air tends to be drier, which can lead to a dry, itchy beard. To combat this, consider increasing your use of beard oil and opting for thicker balms to lock in moisture. Conversely, during the warmer months, you might find that your beard becomes oily or feels heavier. In this case, a lighter oil or balm can help keep your beard feeling fresh without weighing it down.

Dealing with Common Beard Issues

Even with the best maintenance routine, you might encounter common beard issues such as split ends, dandruff, or uneven growth. Split ends can be particularly frustrating as they lead to a rough, untidy appearance. Regular trims, even if just to remove the split ends, can keep your beard looking healthy. For dandruff, a specialized beard wash and regular conditioning can reduce flakiness.

If you struggle with uneven growth, it might be tempting to trim frequently to achieve uniformity. However, sometimes the best approach is patience. Allowing your beard to grow out a bit before your next beard trim in Victoria BC might give you the length needed to even things out more effectively.

When in Doubt, Consult the Professionals

Maintaining a beard between trims requires attention to detail and consistency, but it’s not always easy to do it alone. If you ever feel unsure about how to care for your beard or notice that it’s not looking its best despite your efforts, don’t hesitate to seek professional advice. A visit to Nanda Barber can provide you with the guidance and services you need to keep your beard in top shape.

Final Thoughts

Keeping your beard looking sharp between trims doesn’t have to be a daunting task. With the right care routine, tools, and occasional professional touch-ups, you can maintain a beard that looks great every day. Remember, the key is consistency—regular maintenance will save you from the frustration of a disheveled beard and help you look your best.

At Nanda Barber, we understand the unique challenges that come with maintaining a beard in our local climate, and we’re here to help. Whether you need advice on products, a quick touch-up, or a full beard trim, we’ve got you covered. Nanda Barber can help you achieve and maintain the beard of your dreams.

#barber in Victoria BC #beard trim in Victoria BC #mens barber in Victoria BC

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i-hamxa-awan-blog · 3 months ago

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Flawless Facial Hair Remover for Women

Say Goodbye to Unwanted Facial Hair with the Finishing Touch Flawless Facial Hair Remover

Are you tired of dealing with unwanted facial hair? If you're like many women, you’ve probably tried all sorts of methods to get rid of those pesky hairs. From painful waxing sessions to expensive salon visits and messy creams, finding a solution that is both effective and convenient can feel like an endless battle. But what if I told you there’s a quick, painless, and easy solution to your facial hair woes? Let me introduce you to the **Finishing Touch Flawless Facial Hair Remover**.

What Is the Finishing Touch Flawless Facial Hair Remover?

The Finishing Touch Flawless Facial Hair Remover is a compact, battery-operated device designed specifically to remove fine facial hair. It’s designed for women who want a smooth, hair-free face without the hassle of traditional hair removal methods. Whether it’s that annoying peach fuzz on your upper lip or those stubborn hairs on your chin, this device promises to make your skin flawless and hair-free instantly!

Why Choose the Flawless Facial Hair Remover?

There are several reasons why the Finishing Touch Flawless Facial Hair Remover has become a go-to choice for so many women:

1. Pain-Free Hair Removal

One of the biggest advantages of this device is that it’s completely pain-free. Unlike waxing or threading, which can be quite painful and cause redness or irritation, the Flawless Facial Hair Remover gently removes hair without causing any discomfort. It’s perfect for those with sensitive skin who want a pain-free solution to facial hair.

2. Compact and Portable

The device is sleek, compact, and designed to look like a tube of lipstick. This makes it incredibly easy to carry in your purse or travel bag, allowing you to have it on hand for quick touch-ups wherever you are. Whether you're at work, traveling, or on the go, you can easily use it anytime you need.

3. Gentle on All Skin Types

The Flawless Facial Hair Remover is dermatologist-approved and hypoallergenic, making it suitable for all skin types. Its gentle rotary shaving technology means no nicks, cuts, or bumps, which is a common issue with traditional razors. It’s perfect for use on sensitive areas like the upper lip, chin, and cheeks.

4. Easy to Use

This device is designed with ease of use in mind. It’s battery-operated, so you don’t have to worry about cords or charging, and it’s incredibly simple to operate. Just turn it on, place it against your skin, and move it in small, circular motions to remove unwanted hair. It’s that easy!

5. Affordable and Long-Lasting

Unlike expensive salon treatments or hair removal lasers, the Finishing Touch Flawless Facial Hair Remover is a one-time purchase that won’t break the bank. Plus, it’s built to last, with durable blades that don’t dull easily and a sturdy build that ensures it will keep working perfectly for years to come.

How to Use the Flawless Facial Hair Remover

Using the Finishing Touch Flawless Facial Hair Remover is simple:

1. Cleanse Your Skin: Make sure your face is clean and dry. It’s best to use the device on a fresh face without any makeup.

2. Turn on the Device: Twist the bottom of the device to turn it on. You’ll hear a gentle buzzing sound.

3. Move in Small Circular Motions: Place the head of the device against your skin and move it in small, circular motions over the area where you want to remove hair.

4. Wipe and Clean: After use, clean the device with the brush provided to remove any hair and debris.

Final Thoughts

If you’re looking for a hassle-free, pain-free solution to unwanted facial hair, the Finishing Touch Flawless Facial Hair Remover could be the perfect tool for you. It’s a small investment that provides big results, giving you smooth, hair-free skin without the fuss. Say goodbye to expensive salon visits, painful waxing, and irritating creams, and say hello to a flawless face!

Have you tried the Finishing Touch Flawless Facial Hair Remover? Share your experiences in the comments below! And if you haven’t, what are you waiting for? It’s time to add this game-changing tool to your beauty routine!

#BeautyEssentials FacialHairRemoval FlawlessSkin BeautyRoutine HairRemover SkincareRoutine WomenEmpowerment SelfCare BeautyTips

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Wait drunk vampy taking care of a even drunker bb would be kinda wholesome they’d both probs be so clingy huh

They’d collapse into each other’s arms the second they find one another, nearly at the brink of tears as a result of the liquor fogging their usual judgment and heightening their emotions. Y/N clasps Harry’s wrists in overwhelmed relief while he cups either sides of her jaw feverishly, as if he’s terrified she’ll dissolve into smoke, his cloudy eyes eagerly flitting over her features to make sure she’s alright. His voice gurgles out thick and slurred, heavy with concern and throaty from the alcohol. “Your make-up’s smeared all over your face!”

“Hm? Oh, it’s fine— I just…I threw up in the bathroom and it made my eyes water. But I’m okay, H. Really.”

He doesn’t buy her claim in the slightest, and instead starts yelling over the pounding music, practically begging for someone to get him a towel so he can clean her up. No one pays attention. “Can someone get me a towel? Or napkins? Or at least tell me where I could get some? Hello? Fucking pricks.”

Mitch runs in a moment later, panting and grumbling under his breath with a towel in hand, which he had gone to grab for Y/N earlier. While he had been busy foraging the bathroom closet, she had spontaneously made the irresponsible decision to bolt out of the room in search for her boyfriend. By the time he’d closed the door with a fresh cloth in hand, all that was left of her presence was the running sink and the faint waft of vodka.

The second Mitch is within reaching distance, Harry wordlessly snatches the towel from his grasp, not bothering to give him a second glance as he immediately begins dabbing at the mascara and glitter streaking down Y/N’s warm cheeks. He coos at her encouragingly under his breath, sponging caring kisses over her nose and eyelids as he scrubs the cosmetics off her velvet skin, delicately tucking pieces of her sweaty hair behind her ears so they won’t become a bother. “You’re okay, darling. I’m here, you’re alright.”

“Missed you.” She murmurs in a garbled tenor, her lashes barely flickering open, as if keeping them parted is taking all of the strength she can muster. “Couldn’t remember where you were and it scared me.”

“Missed you, too.” He whispers lovingly, nudging the tip of his cold nose across the bridge of her heated own. “Gonna get you all cleaned up, yeah? I’ll finish wiping this all off and then we can go home.”

Mitch hovers behind Harry patiently, watching his best friend tend to his girlfriend with all the affection in the world. It’s so unlike him to be so openly sentimental and raw, especially in public, but Mitch has come to find that Harry’s typical degree of cold detachment thaws away completely when it comes to Y/N. She’s the exception to all his flaws, in every notion imaginable.

Mitch clears his throat softly, interrupting the couple’s private moment. Harry pins him with a razor-sharp glare, his hazy jade irises tinging bright red for a fraction of a second, thoroughly communicating that his disturbance is immensely unwelcome, if not entirely resented. The silent warning causes the older vampire to shift across his feet uncomfortably, awkward guilt evident in his quiet voice. “So, uh…Where’s Adam? Y/N was worried, so I sent him to find you to make sure you were alright.”

Harry returns his attention to his significant other, continuing to rub away the black gunk melting off her eyelashes and the lipstick smudged along the peaks of her Cupid’s bow. After a prolonged pause, he finally speaks up, though his response is distracted and hardly useful. “He’s outside.”

Mitch blinks at Harry flatly. “Where, exactly? The backyard is huge.”

Harry ignores his friend’s request for elaboration, all of his focus honed in on his girlfriend’s sleepy expression and wobbling lower lip. Y/N is the type of person who owns a variety of different levels when it comes to being drunk, and currently, her damp eyes and light sniffling are key factors that alert him she’s crossed the threshold into the over-emotional stage of her extensive arsenal. He himself is teetering dangerously close to that phase, as well, but his sense of partnerly duty manages to outweigh his personal issues, and he swallows down his intrusive urges for the sake of his commitment, storing them deep in his chest to be dealt with later. He has to make sure she’s safe and sound first, and then he can handle whatever problems arise within his own inebriated brain. She comes first. Always.

Mitch’s familiar cadence pricks at his ears yet again, warbled and distorted due to the immortal’s questionable state of mind. “Harry, are you listening to me? I need you to tell me where you left him. The faster I can find everyone, the sooner we can go.”

Harry keeps his blurry gaze locked with Y/N’s half-lidded own, his eyebrows knitting into an expression of soothing reassurance as he thumbs over her trembling mouth, shushing her comfortingly to ease her nerves. Despite the fact that she has his undivided attention, Harry directs his words towards the person behind him, who is anxiously awaiting a substantial reply. “Check along the left side of the house. Near the fence.”

“The fence?” Mitch reiterates slowly, obviously confused. It makes no sense that Adam would be by the fence, considering it’s lined with nothing but bushes, trees, and flower beds. “Why would he be by the fence?”

Harry’s tone comes out nonchalant as he plants another kiss along Y/N’s water-beaded hairline, as if his next statement is nothing out of the ordinary. “Because I threw him into it.”

“You what?!”

“It was an accident!”

#ysijwa!ask #ysijwa!blurb

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smolalienbee · 3 years ago

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14 for Geraskier for the song prompts? ☺️

thanks for the request, Jess!! i... sure have taken this one into an unexpected direction

geraskier // inspired by The Amazing Devil’s That Unwanted Animal // cw: (very) mild and non-descriptive body horror/gore // at night, a creature with a familiar face creeps into Jaskier’s forest cabin

(send me a character/pairing and a prompt and i’ll write you a ficlet!)

There's something at the door.

Jaskier has been holding his breath for what is maybe a minute or two at best, but feels like hours. There’s a scratching outside, wind howling, a storm approaching. He knows there’s something out there, in the forest surrounding this little cabin.

With bated breath, he creeps out of bed and tip-toes through the dark interiors, only a single candle in hand. He peers outside through the nearest window, but the clouds hanging in the sky make it so that the wilderness is near pitch black. That noise, though, getting louder and louder until it becomes a pounding at his front door and then -

“Geralt,” Jaskier gasps when the door swings open and the creature creeps inside.

At the sight of familiar face, he should feel relief - but he can’t. Not when he’s dimly aware that Geralt’s behind that scratching noise, that growing tension in the air around them. Jaskier immediately takes notice of the witcher’s eyes - now inky black, with veins spreading out from them colored in that same dark shade. His skin, though, a stark contrast to his eyes, a sickeningly pale shade of white. A result of an elixir, Jaskier supposes, or something to do with the mutations, though he cannot be sure. He’s never seen Geralt quite like... this, not even after the potions.

Geralt stumbles inside, unsteady on his feet, though he doesn’t even flinch when a particularly strong gust of wind smashes the door shut behind him.

“Bard,” he growls as soon as his clouded eyes land on Jaskier and Jaskier barely pushes back the fear growing in his chest.

It’s not just because he’s always prided himself on not fearing witchers that he tries, but also because he knows, deep down, that Geralt could feel it, could smell his dread along with the sweat trickling his skin.

And so when Geralt stalks closer to him, he remains as still as he can. He goes as far as to hold his breath yet again, as though the witcher is a predator, an unwanted animal, that can only sense him through his movement - except he knows no matter what he does now, there’s no getting away.

“My love, maybe you should sit down...” he says, slowly, once Geralt is right in front of him. He pays no mind to the trembling in his voice.

Geralt, though, ignores him entirely. Rather than answering, he moves in closer and his arms wrap around Jaskier. It’s surprisingly gentle at first and for a brief second Jaskier allows himself to relax - but that turns out to be a mistake. Soon enough there are razor sharp nails digging into the skin of his back and he yelps, the candle tumbling out of his grasp and falling onto the floor.

(It’s sheer luck that the flame goes out while it falls, that it doesn’t catch on any of the wood in the cabin.)

They’re in for a long night, Jaskier thinks as Geralt gasps into his shoulder and holds him tighter. He should be running, he should be getting out of there, but he knows he won’t, knows that he wouldn’t even if there was any chance for escape.

(No matter the danger of it all.)

He feels warmth against his back, the sting of fresh wounds. “Be good to me,” he whispers around a sob that threatens to escape him.

(It’s the only thing he can still hope for.)

Geralt’s response comes in the form of a muffled what and suddenly Jaskier knows that even that hope is a lost cause.

“Nothing, dear,” he sighs into his shoulder and hopes, prays, that no one out there will hear their cries that will surely continue thorough the night. He hopes that the storm will be enough to conceal them all.

Come morning, Jaskier knows, Geralt will regret the wounds he’s left. He also knows that no matter what, he will stay.

He is staying.

(Even if he is to be devoured whole.)

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thefanbasewhore · 4 years ago

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Little Bird. || Part 2

Summary: Din shows you the stars, like his promise the night before but the way they shine against your skin creates a new sense of beauty that even he can’t run from.

Warning/content: Soft Din (like usual), touched starved beskar babe coming your way. (Din takes his helmet off)

Taglist (only for this series) || Series Master list || My Master list || Part 1

“Good morning Princess.” The voice of another startles you, no matter how sweet and soft the rasp of the younger woman is. It makes you groan, but is nothing compared to the one that rips through your throat as she pulls on the curtains, letting the harsh morning rays slip through the cracks. “The Mand'alor is requesting your presence at breakfast in ten minutes but he said if you don’t want to go it is okay.”

As soon as she says the words your stomach growls loudly, a reminder that you didn’t eat at all yesterday. “Ten minutes? I don’t have any time to get ready.”

“Oh, these are from the Mand'alor as well.” Sitting up you take the two pieces of fabric from her hands, messing the neat folding but not caring too much. Both pieces are light gray, a simple long sleeve shirt and matching pair of gray pants. Comfy and thankfully something that wasn’t as constructing as the twenty pounds dresses you were forced to wear. “There is no need to ready, the Mand'alor does not care, it is only breakfast.”

“What kind of princess would I be if I showed up to breakfast without brushing my hair.”

“You would be normal Princess.” The words leave a sour taste in your mouth as you watch her leave the room. Looking across the room, a mirror tucked in the corner reflecting back at you, hair messily sticking up, face bare from makeup from the bath last night.

You sigh, standing up quickly changing and taming your hair to the best of your ability. Honestly, you would have gotten ready but the pull for food was too strong besides you couldn’t help but realize the girl was right and there is nothing more in this world that you want then to be normal.

Following the invisible pull your growling stomach creates to find the Mandalorian, he’s not eating but there’s a a paper spread out in front of him at the table and with every step closer realize it’s a map, not any normal one. Foreign symbols and lines etch the old, weathering paper. Looking down at your socks covered feet, waiting for his greetings.

The smell of fresh, sweet fruits make it difficult. Sweet, sugary syrup with buttery waffles make it nearly impossible as your stomach grumps and exaggerated sounds fill the room. The Mandalorian finally looks up and pauses, too absorbed into the stars and names of the map to notice the other presence.

“Please sit, you don’t have to wait for me.”

His gaze never faltering as he sit, nervously smiling up at him. Despite not being able to see it, he returns it. “You don’t have to ask to eat either, what’s mine is yours.”

The smile never leaves your face, reaching over politely to the bowl of strawberries, popping a few in your mouth. It feels like he’s burning holes into your skin with the way he’s staring but you don’t say anything. Din’s eyes run over the bareness of your face, naked unlike the night before due to your mother’s hand. A simple pair of gray sweats and a matching pull over fit you in perfectly. You’re just about to ask him why he’s staring but he answers the silent question, “You look comfortable.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” The small snort that comes from your nose has to be one of the cutest noises he’s ever heard.

“That you don’t have to wear those ridiculous dresses when you’re here.. you look beautiful just like this.”

The words flush your cheeks instantly, mouth slightly dropping in surprise and the Mandalorian visibly stiffens, growing red under his helmet.

“I’m sorry -.” He’s trying to apologize, mentally face palming himself as he stumbles over his own words, worried he’s gone too far, if you’ve taken offense. “I mean if you like them then by all means -.”

“I hate the dresses.” His fumbling comes to a stop, head lifting to meet your eyes, kind and sweet. “Thank you, Din.”

It’s referring to the compliment of your beauty but all he can think about is how his name sounds coming from your lips. How sweet and foreign it is to hear but soothes his anxiousness as he watches you stab the strawberry with a fork before bringing it to your lips to disappear.

“After breakfast, go get ready, I believe I made a promise yesterday.”

*****

There’s no way to contain the excitement that bubbles inside your stomach, anxious but heart beating so fast you swear it’s hard to breath. The Mandalorian walks slightly in front of you, the crash crushing under his boots but he doesn’t seem to care as he waves at a few village people who pass by.

A few wear the helm of a Mandalorian but take it off as a formal greeting towards the king but it got you thinking. Was he allowed to remove his? If so why hasn’t he? There’s stories that they can’t but the few who curiously look at you prove that wrong. Din is walking faster then he intends, you can tell he doesn’t mean to as his speed decreases but not once reach out to help but allows you to climb the slightly elevated land and you’re thankful for it.

Finally through the mess of trees, a few hills give or take a small ship starts to peak though the greenery. "This is my ship.”

You smile to yourself, it’s nothing fancy, nothing compared to the high tech ships located right within the castles limits but he still intends on keeping his own and hidden away. “It’s…”

You’re trying to find the right words to say, he answers instead. “Old.”

“Homey, worn in was what I was looking for.” He looks at you from over his shoulder, you can’t but notice the way his shoulders slightly drop, voice filled longing.

“I did have a better one, well maybe just as old but that’s a story for another time. It was called the Razor Crest.”

“What’s this one called?”

“Doesn’t have a name, haven’t had it long enough.”

***

“Have you ever been in the cockpit before?”

“They make me stay in the back, I never got to see hyperspace.” It’s so dark, you can barely see your hand in front of you, only the dark shadow of the towering man to the side of you. Space was dark, this you knew but tiny, bright dots reflect off the shininess of his armor.

He can’t look away as you press a hand against the windshield of the ship. It’s beautiful, eyes grow big in astonishment. He’s almost jealous, understand the feeling of knowing there is something so large and beautiful, to see space again with optimistic eyes is something he can only wish for.

“Well let’s change that yeah?” Din’s loss is felt, the heat of his body disappearing from the side of your own. Hand extending, not wanting to push but more as an invitation that you can’t pass up. The large, padded leather gloves are cool against your skin, tugging you towards the pilot’s chair were he mentions with a head tilt.

Sitting down you look up at him unsure, he stands behind the chair, heart beating at the close proximity as he leans over trapping you between his arms as the one is pressed against the dash for support and the other pressing a large, red button. Cheeks are filled with instant heat, the Mandalorian was such a sweet man but he made you nervous. It’s instant, the shift from darkness to long rays of color, different shades of purple mixed with hues of blue and bright form in the sky. Eyes widening to quite believing that you’re so close to the stars. A small audible gasp falling from your lips, you’re not sure where to look but you can’t take your eyes off of the stars. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful, reminds of the roses in the garden.” He hums in agreement, watching the way the corner of your lips twitch into a smile, sweet and genuine just like you. He feels different.. he can’t really put a name to the unfamiliar rhythm inside his chest? His cheeks flushing at the thought of getting caught be he can’t help but notice how beautiful you are, how close the back of your head is to his chest.

He wants to say it, wants to tell you that he’s always been missing that certain someone to hold close and he really thinks it’s you but instead thinks of the only other thought that swarms his head.

“Your parents have sent word of our wedding date.”

“Oh.” He doesn’t miss the way the smile drops, eyes shifting to his but it’s not to dismiss him or deny him. Din knowns exactly what it is, you’ve been pushed around your while life, never able to make decisions, not even your own wedding date.

“I told them no.” Din watches as your head whips right around, confusion pinching wrinkles between both eyebrows.

“You did what? They’re going to be so mad. I’m going to -.”

“I told them no because I want you to choose. It’s your wedding after all.”

The words die in your throat and feel a ball grow in its place, a wave of emotion making your chest heavy, tears gathering in the corner of eyes. Honestly, you’re never this emotional but feeling a little bit overwhelmed. It’s the first time you’ve ever left your planet and it’s to stay with your future husband who is surprisingly sweet, caring and everything you thought he wouldn’t be.

Din panics as he watches the emotion pinch your face, the sign of tears has him regret every word. It’s hard enough, marrying a stranger and he’s only making it worse. “I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll go tell them whenever they want.” He rambles, can’t get the words out quick enough, on the edge of his tongue, so fast he can barely understand. “Don’t cry. Look, we’ll go back right now. I’ll tell them the dare is okay.”

Leaning over you with both hands on the armrest of the chair as he searches for anything besides the look of horror in your eyes, tears slipping past those beautiful long eyelashes. Your cheeks are darker in color, no doubt a result of a stuffy nose and how much harder it is to breath. He about to walk past, steer the ship home but small hands reach out for him, he visibly stalls, stiffening as two arms wrap around his neck and pull him into a hug?

Tilting his head the slightest, a small peak of skin revealing itself between where the turtle neck of his tunic and the helmet end. His own cheeks are on fire, belly turning and filled with heat. At the very moment you nudge the tip of your nose against his bare skin makes him wonder how long it’s been since he’s held someone, since a person has touched him.

“Thank you Din.” The words are broken, a small sob coming past your lips. “I’m not upset with you, I-I.”

There’s no right words to explain what you’re going through, nothing to sum up the ball of emotions that tug at your heart strings. “All my life.. I just, thank you for giving me a choice, making this seem normal.”

He understands, whispering a small you’re welcome that barely catches the static of his vocoder. He holds you for just a little bit longer, allowing you calm down before he pulls away but he doesn’t go far. Din’s one knee touches the ground so he’s between your legs, cool leather of his glove pressed against your cheek as he wipes the small tears.

“You always have a choice. You won’t be just my wife, but my equal.” The words make you smile, guessing that’s just what he’s looking for as he sighs under the helmet. “With that said..”

He clears his throat, his other hand strokes the small, loose strands from your hairline. “Will you be my wife, little bird?”

And at that very moment, despite the circumstances and that fact it was your duty, you wanted nothing more then to marry this man.

“Yes.” Another choice, another reason you feel gentle tears nip and fall.

When his hands leave, it’s cold and you wish for them back but don’t push it. Your eyes open quickly but only to be met with chestnut curls that block the curve of his jaw. His hair looks so soft, dark with a few peppered hairs, no doubt older then you but you can’t seem to care.

His eyes meet your own, nervous and unsure as he quickly looks away. They’re dark but gentle, crows feet under his eyes and patchy beard show his age but he’s handsome, still has a boyish charm. Din’s breath catches in his throat as he feels smooth fingers press against his jaw applying just the right amount of pressure to turn to face you.

No words are said, which he’s grateful for but the smile that reaches from one ear to the other tells him everything he needs to know. Without a second of hesitation, he smiles back.

It’s beautiful, a little misshaped but fits him so well but pauses as he watches you look up again, his favorite new way to see the stars is etched in your eyes.

Next chapter summary: With only a few nights before the royal wedding, Din tells his bride to be about a little green baby that changed his life.

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pascalscenarios · 4 years ago

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WHEN STARS CROSS (Din Djarin x Royal Reader)

Din Djarin x Royal Reader

Summary: You had a strange feeling that something was going to happen. This is your first encounter crossing paths with The Mandalorian.

Warning: Mentions of blood, wound, murder

Words: 3,961

Author's Note: Hello! Okay I know I said my Agent Whiskey Fic, Common Ground, is coming out soon, and it is, but I’ve never seen the Kingsman movies (oops) and I realize that I probably should watch it to help me write to have a better understand of whiskey and the statesman. I’ve put off the story for now until I’ve seen Kingsman. So for compensation here is a Din Djarin Fic! I wrote part of this way back when season one came out. I was never going to post it, it was more for myself, but I decide to let it thrive and go somewhere.

I hope you all are doing well. Enjoy and again sorry about the whiskey delay.

- K

PRO |

PROLOGUE PART 1

07 BBY

Adrenaline surged through the young Mandalorian’s body as he quickly rushed into the cockpit of the Razor Crest. He immediately takes a seat in the pilot chair, starting the engine. The cockpit came to life with an array of colors surrounding him. He hastily pushed buttons and flipped switches on the control boards to prepare the ship for take-off.

His heart pounds against his chest. Anxiety washed over him like a tidal wave as he tries his best to remain calm and act swiftly, knowing it's the only way he’ll make it off this planet alive.

The Mandalorian pushes another lever powering the thrusters. He grips the control handles, slowly leaning them forward. The Razor Crest lifts off the ground and soon gains speed as it continues its bumpy ascend off the planet.

Once breaking free from the planet's atmosphere, The Mandalorian punches in coordinates into his navigation system. He grabs the hyperdrive shift, causing the ship to jump into hyperspace.

Mando leans back into the pilot's chair, letting out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline that once coursed through his body subsided. He could feel the sores and pains arising as he let himself be at ease.

He sat there reflecting on what happened. It was a bounty gone wrong. Mando was after a target, a smuggler who owed several colleagues a large sum of credits. He found his target only to be ambushed.

Mando could put up a heck of a fight, having been raised in the fighting core from a young age, he was heavily outnumbered. It’s been a few months since becoming a part of the bounty hunters guild. He was a rookie, still learning the ropes. Over time he knew he’d get the hang of things.

He winces in pain, causing him to sit up slightly. He moves his right hand to the left side of his torso where the pain resides from. He lifts his hand up, examining the bright red blood that coated his glove. Tilting his head down, he sees the deep gash on his side, blood seeping excessively, staining his armor and clothes.

Mando placed his hand back on the wound, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. He gets up from his seat, exiting the cockpit and climbing down to the lower deck of the ship. He heads over to his sleeping quarters, reaching for a compartment mounted on the side of the wall. Opening the compartment, he rummaged through the medical supplies he had left. He grabs a silver spray vile, that contains Bacta to help heal him in a matter of hours.

He sits on the edge of his bed and pushes down on the button on the vile to plaster the Bacta over his wound. Nothing came out of the vile.

“Come on…” He said frustratedly pushing the button again only to end up with the same result. The vile was empty.

“Dammit!” He cursed, throwing the vile across the room. He looked through the compartment again. None of the materials left would be of use to help him dress his wound. He needs something to hold him over, just until he lands and can properly deal with his wound.

An idea pops into Mando's head, leans over on his bed, snatching his pillow behind him. He rips the fabric open revealing the cotton stuffing. He takes a handful of the cotton and packs it in his wound to soak up the blood.

Quickly the pure white cotton turns crimson red as it makes contact with his bloody wound. He continues to pack the deep gash to the best of his ability, then rips a piece of his cape off. He takes the strip of fabric, wrapping tightly around his torso.

After securing the piece of fabric, he heads back up to the cockpit.

He was headed to Carnelian, a small and peaceful planet. It was known as a haven planet providing a safe place for those who are fleeing their home planets to escape the galactic empire, war, persecution, and natural disasters… or so that's what he heard through word of mouth.

He could have gone back to the covert, but there was no way he could reach them from where he was. Carnelian was his best option. He can fix himself up, lodge for a bit, and head back on his way.

…

You're nervous. Maybe you should just go back home. Maybe you were reading into this too much. You stood outside your kingdom's reader, Lady Uchis, home. She was the oldest and wisest woman in your kingdom, having a gift of foresight. For the past few days, you’ve been feeling strange. You had a feeling that something was going to happen, but you didn’t know what it was. Maybe she could help you make sense of what you’ve been feeling and possibly give you answers.

Before you could knock on the door, it swings open.

“Your highness! What a pleasure! I had a feeling you would be coming to see me!” The old woman smiled.

“Lady Uchis” You smiled.

“Come in child!” She welcomes you into her home.

“Sit child” she motions you to sit at your round table. You take a seat down on the stool, Lady Uchis following behind you.

“Tea my dear?” picking up the pot from the table.

“No, thank you”

She sets the pot back down and sits across the round table from you.

“Lady Uchis, I have been feeling strange for the last few days. I have a feeling like something is going to happen, but I’m not quite sure what”

“Let's see, give me your hands.” She asks.

You hold out your hands, letting her take it in hers. She closes her eyes, concentrating on your energy and what she feels.

“You have been feeling anxious about becoming ruler…” She stays quiet, listening. She smiles. “You have a promising future. I see you being a wonderful ruler one day…”

“Oh my..” she gasps.

“What? What is it?” You looked at her worried.

“I see someone in your future…”

You furrow your eyebrow at her.

“You will meet them soon. Your stars are crossed with this person. You two will face many trials and tribulations with them, but just because your stars are crossed, doesn’t mean your stars won’t align. It may take a few cycles to get to that point. You may not see it or realize it at first, but there will come a time when you’ll know they are the one...”

You were taken back by what she said. You weren’t expecting her to give you a love reading. You thought she would tell you more about coronation in a few weeks and have answers to the feeling you’ve been having. Maybe you were just overreacting. It was probably coronation nerves.

“Djarin…”

“Djarin? What does that mean? Is that a name?”

“I’m not sure…Somethings that came into my head. I think it will be important for later on. I’m not sure when though.” She opens her eyes.

You sat there trying to process the information. Djarin...What could it mean?

...

You walked through the meadow that resides behind the palace. You've been out here for a while, taking in the fresh air. You were thinking about what Lady Uchis had told you.

“Your highness!” Oni shouted as she stood near the castle walls. Oni was your aide, taking care of you since you were a young child. She was older than you by 15 years. In your eyes, she was like a sister, your best friend.

You continued to walk through the meadow, sticking your hands out to the side to feel the tall wild grass brush against your palms. You come to a stop, turning around to face Oni.

Oni starts walking towards you, “You’ve been out here all afternoon, are you alright?”

“I’m quite alright. I just feel strange…”

“How so?” Oni having a questioning look on her face.

An anxious feeling settled inside you. The feeling you’ve been having the last few days, you were feeling current. It was just because of the coronation or was it something else?

“I don’t know…”

“Is it because of the coronation?”

“Perhaps...” Your coronation was coming up in a few weeks. Soon you will be the ruler of Carnelian. It was a lot of pressure and expectations. You loved and cared deeply for the people and beings that lived in the kingdom. You just hoped that when you became ruler, you wouldn't let your kingdom down.

“There is nothing to be worried about, you will make a great and lovely ruler” Oni Pressured you.

You pick a long piece of grass, fiddling with it in your hand. “What if I’m not ready?”

“You were born to do this, it's in your blood.”

“Do you know what Djarin is?” You change the subject.

Oni was confused. “Djarin? No, why do you ask? What is that?”

“It’s nothing. Just forget about it…”

“Come inside, we have to alter your outfit for the coronation,” Oni says turning away from you walking

You slowly turned, staring at the vast green trees that lined the edge of the meadow. You didn’t know what it was, but something was telling, calling you to go into the forest.

“Oni… Some things are not right…”

Without thinking, you rushed towards the end of the meadow and made your way into the forest, letting your intuition guide your way. As you traveled deeper into the forest you came across a clearing. You stopped dead in your tracks as you noticed a body laying on the ground a few yards away from you. The body was covered in armor. You couldn’t quite make out who or what it was. You thought it could be one of the guards, but their armor looked nothing like this being was wearing.

Oni called after you, you could hear her running up behind you.

“What are you- oh my stars!” She gasped staring at the body.

You both stood in shock. Nothing like this has ever happened in Carnelian.

You start to make your way towards the body, but Oni grabs your arm stopping you. “No! What are you doing?!”

“Oni, we can’t leave them there!”

“We have no idea who or what it might be or where they came from!” you could hear the fear in her voice. She began to look around to see if anyone was around if they were endangered.

“Go get help” you ordered.

“No! I am not leaving you here with whoever that is! We don’t know who out here in this forest to cause something like this! we need to go back to the palace now-” she grabs your wrist

“Oni, they might be injured, we need to help them if they do!”

“Your highness-”

“Oni, go quickly! I promise you I’ll be alright-”

She sighs, letting go of you. “If your father has my head for this!” She picks up some of the fabric of her dress and races back through the forest, going back to the place for help.

Once she was out of sight you made your way over to the body.

They were sprawled out in the grass on their back. Their armor was old and rusty, barely fitting the shape of their body. They wore menacing helmets with a tinted T-shaped visor masked their identity. The same T shaped your memory of seeing as a child when they invaded Carnelian during the Clone Wars.

It was a Mandalorian. They were rare to see, only a handful left in the galaxy after The siege of Mandalore. Although your kingdom had a terrible past with Mandalorians, you were not fearful. Something telling you they were okay.

You drop down to the ground on the left side of their body, sitting on your knees. You look down at their torso seeing the blood seeping from a deep gash. You search around trying to figure out where he might have come from. A few feet from their body you notice a trail of blood leading to another part of the forest.

You were unsure if they were still alive. You couldn’t tell if they were breathing. You decided it was best to remove their helmet. Your hands grab the side of their helmet, but before you could pull it up, their hand grabs a fist full of your hair.

You yelp out in surprise, being caught off guard. Their left-hand holds up a knife to your throat. Your hands fly and grip to their hands holding a fist full of your hair and your other hand grips their wrist to prevent them from slitting your throat open.

They were sure alive and well alert.

‘Who are you?” They say sternly, but wincing from the pain they were in.

It was a man.

Tears form in your eyes, your chest heaving. You knew you needed to stay calm and try not to provoke him. He was most likely just as scared as you. He was passed out for who knows how long, disoriented and his memory hazy. You were a complete stranger to him as well. You didn’t blame him for his reaction.

You give him your name.

“Where am I?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat “Y-you’re on the planet, Carnelian.”

The Mandalorian had made it to Carnelian but has no recollection of landing or how he even managed to walk through this forest. Where was his ship?

“I-I stumbled upon you...you’re injured. You have a deep gash on your side, you’re losing blood-” You say softly, your hands still gripping to him.

“I can help you if you let me…” you say shakily.

The Mandalorian looks at you. You looked completely harmless, but he didn’t want to trust you. He trusted no one, sometimes not even other Mandalorians.

He loosens his grip on your hair and removes the blade from your neck. You sigh in relief, that he was off his defense mechanism mode.

You observe his gash, noticing it was packed with stuffing that was already bleeding through completely.

He slowly starts to sit up “I don’t need help”

You quickly rip a piece of fabric off of what you were wearing and apply it to the wound, pressing down.

“No, lay back down and stop moving” You put your hand on his metal-plated chest, and slowly ease him down.

The Mandalorian gasps and groans in pain, this time grabbing one of your wrists as you applied more pressure to his wound.

“I’m sorry...you have to stay still...You’re losing a lot of blood- I have to”

The Mandalorian was growing tired, breathing heavily. He was about to go under again. He fought his best to keep his eyes open.

You feel his grip loosen from your wrist, his hand going limp. His helmed head tilting over to the side.

“No no no, hey stay with me”

“Your highness!” You look over your shoulder to see that Oni had returned with a few guards in a land speeder.

“Your highness, are you hurt?!” One of the guards asked as they trickled out of the speeder, coming over to you and The unconscious Mandalorian.

“A Mandalorian?” Oni's eyes widen as she sees you sitting beside him, your arms and clothes soaked in his blood. “No, we are not taking them back! We need to leave them here!” Oni rushes over to you, trying to pull you away from his body.

“We need to take him back to the palace right away, he needs to be taken to the medical bay immediately,” You say without answering their questions and you fight Oni’s grip.

“Your grace, he’s not going to make it. Looks like he lost a sufficient amount of blood-” a guard says.

“Leave them here! Let the guards deal with him- Let’s go!” Oni tells you.

“No, I’m not letting him die! We have to give him a fighting chance! If we take him now we can help him!” You quickly pack his wound with the fabric you were using to press against the wound.

“But-”

“Now!” you shouted angrily.

The guards quickly grab a medical board, securing him on and lifting him, bringing him onto the back of the speeder. You quickly get into the speeder with everyone and rush back to the palace.

…

When you got back to the palace, several medical droids stood by with a gurney.

The guards quickly transfer The Mandalorian onto the gurney. You step out of the speeder and start walking with the medical droids as they rush The Mandalorian inside the palace.

“Where is the doctor?” You asked the main medical droid, ITE 415, as you walk alongside the gurney as you travel through the foyer.

“Unfortunately, the doctor is up north and will not be back until tomorrow”

Oni ran up, quickly walking beside you. She couldn’t believe you would help a Mandalorian out of all the people and beings in the galaxy.

“Your Father is absolutely going to be livid! I can’t believe you brought them back! You should have left them out there and let the guards deal with them!”

“He’s still a person! He needed help!”

“You of all people should know what his kind did to our kingdom!” Oni snaps.

The Mandalorian groaned awake, his helmet moving around, noticing the droids.

“No-” The gurney stops moving.

“Hey, it’s okay” you move closer to him coming into his view.

“N-no droids... I-I don’t do droids-” he says faintly trying to sit up.

You place your hand back on his chest, pushing him back down. “The doctor isn’t here. He’s up north and will be back tomorrow, but droids will take care of you. You’re in good hands”

“My helmet…don’t...” The Mandalorian slurred.

“What about your helmet?” you asked, unsure why he was bringing it up in a moment like this.

“...Don’t take it off…”

Don’t take off his helmet? You were confused. “The medical droids will need to take it off in order to check-”

The Mandalorian cuts you off by grabbing her hand.

“Promise me… they won’t take it off… please”

“I promise…Take him to the medical bay, I’ll be there in a few minutes… whatever you do leave his helmet on,” You say looking up at ITE 415.

“Yes, right away your highness” the droid responds.

“Are you crazy?! Do you know how this is going to look to everyone?! You’re sheltering and caring for an enemy! ”

“Make sure he’s okay and the droids don’t take off his helmet-”

“No! I am not helping you with him! I refuse! I am not helping someone who-”

“Please, Oni…”

She looks at you angrily, huffing and shaking her head, storming off.

“Oni!” You yell.

“My child are you alright?! What’s going on?” You see your father, King Orion rushing down the stairs. He could see all the blood on you, afraid you were injured. He quickly makes his way over to you embracing you with a hug.

“I’m fine, Father”

“What happened- is that a Mandalorian? What are they doing here?!” He says eyes widening then glaring as the Medical droids rush by him while transporting The Mandalorian to the medical bay.

“I came upon him in the forest” you began to tell him.

“Did they hurt you? Is this your blood? Did they do this to you?! You should go be looked at” he says protectively.

“No, I’m fine. This is his blood. He was losing so much, he has a terrible gash on his-”

“They shouldn’t be here! Their kind is not welcome! They can not be trusted!”

Your father says coldly. Your fathers had a strong hatred for Mandalorians.

“Father!”

“They need to go!”

“He needs medical attention! The poor man has been and endured enough!” You argued. There was no way you were letting your father turn The Mandalorian away, he had done nothing wrong.

“I don’t care! Mandalorians are ruthless killers, vile and callous! We’ve seen it first hand during the Clone Wars! They pillaged our kingdom, hurt so many people, they murdered your mother all when you were a mere child!”

“He came here to seek refuge, Father. Isn’t that what we do? Shelter people, who are in need of help and keep them safe? How dare you turn away someone who needs help! We never turn away people or beings who are running or escaping from something. That goes against everything we believe, everything Carnelian stands for!”

“We do not help his kind after what they did. He does not deserve our help! I forbid it!”

“I know there are Mandalorians that caused us pain, but he has done nothing wrong, Father. He is not the one who did those terrible things to our people and kingdom several cycles ago! Can’t you be reasonable? He needs time to heal and get better...we can not deny him that”

He deeply signs. You can see the gears turning in your head, thinking about what you had said. “He can stay until he gets better, but after that, he must leave. I want him gone” With that, he storms off. …

“How is he doing?” You asked ITE 415 as you entered the guest room that The Mandalorian was moved into. You had a tray of food in your hand, setting it on the table beside his bed. It had been a few hours since he came out of surgery. You went to see The Mandalorian in the med bay after your conversation with your father, but there was nothing much you could do other than wait around. You gave the droid's space as they attended to him.

“His vital signs are all good. He had to have a blood transfusion for the loss of blood. His gash was deep, but we stitched him up. He should be able to make a full recovery, but we need to keep him for observation. We informed the doctor, they will check on him when they return tomorrow.”

The Mandalorian was slightly propped up on the bed. His armor was all removed except for his helmet like he requested. His shirt had a huge hole in it, where you can access his wound. It was wrapped up and protected with padding and gauze.

“Thank you” you appreciate the medical droid's work.

“Of course your highness. One of us will come in to check up on him in an hour.” With that, you watch the droids make their way out of the room.

“Hey”

You jump, slapping your hand slapping against your chest. You looked over to the bed, noticing The Mandalorian had awakened.

“My stars, you gave me a fright!”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Are you alright?” You asked him how he was feeling.

“Dealt with worse.”

“Worse? You’ve dealt with something worse than bleeding out?”

He remained silent.

“Um...I brought you some food. Figured you might be hungry. I’m not sure what you like but I got you a whole bunch of things… Hopefully, that’s okay.”

He looks over at the bedside table noting a pile of food stacked onto a tray.

“Thank you” was all he managed to say. You’d saved his life. If it weren't for you he most likely would have been dead.

“Sorry about being early.. when I grabbed you. I hope I didn’t hurt you- I didn’t mean-”

“I’m fine...Thank you for apologizing” you smile softly at him.

“What’s your name?”

“I go by Mando…”

“Mando..” You say. You introduce yourself to him again. “I’ll let you be...If you need anything I’ll be a few rooms down”

You leave him alone to rest. Mando… Something about him. You thought about what Lady Uchis said. He couldn’t possibly be the person she was talking about. Further down the line you were going to meet the person she was talking about. It had to be in the distant future. You couldn’t quite pinpoint it yet but you knew Mando would have significance to you. You could feel it.

MT // @wifeofdindjarin @icanbeyourjedi @sara-alonso @greeneyedblondie44

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #din djarin x reader #din x reader #din djarin #din #djarin #grogu #baby yoda #Pedro Pascal #pedro #pascal

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prettyvixenavenue · 5 years ago

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pretty kitty & care tips:

First and foremost, I dislike shaving. It is so time consuming & such a extreme sport to master. As soon as you step out the shower & walk to your room, the hair is already growing back! I prefer waxing (lasts for weeks) & hair removal creams that’s specifically for the vag and others for other parts of the body—also, that’s not strong like nair. Now, there’s a hair removal cream by nair that has good youtube reviews and I say this because regardless I feel everyone should do their own research & try out what’s best for them! Secondly, some people are more prone to ingrown hairs whereas others are not because of many reasons but still, everyone can get them. Shaving is tiring but sometimes, the only option. This is where I come in to give my ‘short & sweet’ tips to prevent anything more then it should be. I would like to add try waxing at least once because the results is really life changing and the prettiest thing ever.

shaving tips: 🐱

First, before I shave, I like to soak or marinate if you will, in the bath to get the hairs soft but steam from the shower could do as well. It might not do much of anything but for me I feel it makes my shaving experience less harder. I like to add, before the step above, is to trim the hairs if needed so it will be a easier & closer shave.

Second, one of the first most important things in shaving period is exfoliation. Exfoliate, exfoliate, exfoliate. Exfoliating is key because ingrowns result from dead skin cells that clogs your hair follicles and trap the hair underneath your skin. Exfoliation, removes the dead skin cells, prepare the hair follicles for hair removal and could prevent ingrowns. When choosing a exfoliator, find one that’s not too harsh or abrasive on the skin (I have a separate scrub from my body & kitty but you could use one scrub! It’s up to you). Another type of exfoliation is loofahs and exfoliating gloves. Follow up on exfoliating that area two days later and do that every now and then until the hair begins to grow back.

Thirdly, now that your hair is soft & you exfoliated now its time to apply a “shaving cream/gel.” People use different things which is strictly for the outside, not to go on the inside portion of the vag. (Ex. of things people shave with; certain type of oils, non-scented baby soap, and sensitive skin shaving gels)—unscented, for your kitty and doesn’t have anything unnecessary in it. Like I said before, it’s best to do your own research first on products. To really know and understand what is best for you instead of buying & applying before knowing proper information! To go on, using a “shaving cream/gel” & allowing it to sit for a three minutes or two—further softens the hairs. In which, decreases irritation even more.

Next, one of the main things and second most important to a cute and clean shave is a good razor. The packaging can say that it could do “this and that” but don’t be hitting on nothing. I’ve read men razors are better (closer shave and good for sensitive skin—allegedly, because men use them on their face) but I’ve not tried any men’s razors but either way, you have to test out different brands to see which one is best for you and stick with it! Also, when shaving always use a new razor each time (but if you feel it still could be a good of a use a second time—clean it throughly, clean it with rubbing alcohol and store in a dry place, never in the shower) and always use a separate razor from your lady parts.

“How To Shave,” the third most important step of shaving is the direction of which you shave. Which is downwards or with the grain (shaving in the direction of the hair growth) not against it. Another method is side to side but never upwards or against the grain because that causes irritation & hair bumps. So on, do not press too hard on the skin—glide it as you will & try not to over shave in the same area. Shaving with the grain will not give you the “smooth” look like waxing does but you can still get pretty close to it.

After the shaving process is finished or aftercare, some methods to use that I have used as well is: using cold water to “close the pores” (not sure how entirely true it is but it not hurting anything), using a product that helps prevent razor bumps/ingrowns further ( ex. tend skin, witch hazel) and lastly to find a good natural moisturized (ex. aloe) that could be use on your lady parts.

Lastly, more aftercare tips, is to pat the skin dry—not rub! Wearing breathable cloths like sweatpants or a robe to walk around or lounge in so your lady parts won’t be restricted and there will be no friction. Always wear cotton underwear regardless, it is the best type of cloth for your kitty. I preferably go commando the day of a fresh shave or wax, as well as I do to sleep. This helps with letting you vag breathe.

mini care tips:

Take daily vitamins that help with all parts of your body—immune, digestive, unitary, and kitty health, and most importantly daily probiotics.

Drink teas, lots of water, water with lemon and lime, 100% cranberry juice, and healthy juices that can help keep your ph balanced & juices that has probiotics in it.

Contribute more fruits and vegetables in your eating habits, less process food—more home cooked food. Less sugar, red meat, coffee and dairy! In which you don’t have to let these things go completely but don’t let that be all you eat/drink, all the time. Balance it out.

Use natural/organic pads, tampons and liners!

If you do, stop using fragrance soaps on your lady parts! Use/find a non-scented soap or a soap that specifically made for the kitty that actually does what it says it will do (ex. honey pot) & not the kind with all the extra, unnecessary ingredients that could do more harm than good.

Lastly, I said this before but wear mainly cotton underwear and go commando as much as you would like to let your kitty breathe. The end!

#self care tips #shaving tips #tips #thescorpiosfinest #hopes this helps!

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sagedgeek · 4 years ago

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Jakku

Part 1 of Whispers of Fate (A Rey Djarin fic)

A/N: This is a fic I’ve been toying around with for a while and primarily why I created this account. So here’s my first fic for the Mandalorian/Star Wars fandom! I’m excited to see how it goes. Also, this takes place only a short while before Din finds Grogu. He will definitely come into play in later chapters.

Rating: Gen (Platonic)

Word Count: 4.0k

Masterlist ~ Next Chapter

Jakku.

Din had to admit he was not all that impressed, and he didn’t exactly have high expectations to begin with either. Desert planets had never been his favorite. Primarily because of the heavy armor and thick padding of his under armor’s tendency of trapping sand in places it shouldn’t be possible. After his first time on Tatooine, he’d spent the better part of a day cleaning out the dry sand and repolishing his armor. It also wasn’t very exciting to chase runaway bounties across a deserted planet, hiding somewhere along the repeating pattern of large sand dunes and rural settlements. For most hunters it would be a hopeless endeavor, and that’s why the bounty had such a high price with the guild, but for him it shouldn’t take longer than a day… hopefully.

He ended up having to park the Razor Crest a long way from the only known outpost he could find on the map. The planet was ridden with scavengers, all of which probably desperate for scrap and could care less about potentially marooning a stranger on this maker-forsaken planet. Even this far out Din has doubts he’ll return to his ship in the same condition it’s in. As old and scrappy looking his ship may be, it still flew which meant it was still of value and would result in quite the payday for whatever scrapper may stumble upon it. It’s a better chance than landing at the trading post though, considering the most condensed population of scrappers would be around the very outpost they used to trade their scrap.

Good thing his next bounty is on Maldo Kreis. It would be a nice contrast to the blinding sun and the burn of dry oxygen.

He sighs as he takes one last glance outside the cockpit viewport before powering down the Razor Crest and beginning his trek across this barren planet.

Civilization was scarce and unless this Rodian smuggler was willing to take his chances in the middle of the barren desert, there weren’t many places he could hide.

He follows the fob, wandering out in the direction of the Niima Outpost. So, if he becomes absolutely desperate, the scrappers and traders who supposedly wandered the surrounding desert each day might have spotted a misplaced Rodian during their wanderings and point him in the right direction.

After about an hour of walking, the fob had led him past several scrapped Imperial ships which seemed to be growing in abundance and concentration the closer he came to the settlement. He lifts his hand to adjust his visor view settings to see if he can track a fresh trail of footprints,

Nothing.

He keeps the setting on and continues walking.

He is led in the direction of an old AT-AT, half buried beneath the sand, and there he finds a set of fresh footprints circling the outside that had wandered from the opposite direction. It wasn’t exactly what he hoped to find. The footprints were far too small and humanoid to fit the Rodian he was looking for, but it is the first sign of life he’s found in these outskirts so far. His next best bet would be to continue towards the small civilization further South. So, he scans for heat signatures along the skeleton of the AT-AT and sure enough he finds two. One of which, he assumes, being the owner of the small footprints he just found.

He crouches slightly and pulls his blaster from its holster as he stealthily moves around the walker to keep from drawing attention to his arrival. He ducks into the open belly of the machine, blaster ready. His visor highlights the silhouette of the smaller figure crouched just around the corner, and the other further in, close to where the head must be located.

He senses the incoming attack before it lands and his free hand darts down just in time to catch the staff swinging towards the portion of his gut not protected by his cuirass. He tilts his helmet to the side with a smirk growing across his mouth beneath it as his eyes settle on a tiny little thing with a much too large starfighter helmet jostling around atop their cowl and goggle-covered head. They grunt in frustration, putting their entire body weight into trying to tug the staff out of his grip. He tugs back just enough to rip it from their hands and toss it behind him, out of the way.

“Hey!” And the single word is enough that he can identify the small person as a young child, perhaps female. But the outburst also drew the attention of his arrival to his target. He heard a panicked rustle from the next room over and his head snaps to the side, growling in frustration at the inconvenience.

There goes the element of surprise.

“Get out of here you bug sucker!” A tiny fist collides with the padding over his abdomen and he glances down at his tiny assaulter. He gives a simple shove to their helmet to move the kid out of his way and starts further into the walker to follow the panicked scuffling. He points his fob towards the direction of the noise, and he smiles as he picks up his pace in time with the hurried beeping tone.

This wouldn’t take very long at all.

“Hey! Get back here!” He ignores the kid and leans around the corner to keep his blaster pointed in preparation. He comes around just in time to find the Rodian halfway through a cut out at the side of the head of the walker.

Soon Din’s chasing him across the large sand dunes. It didn’t take much effort, just a few long strides and an easy aim of his fibrecord from his wrist to trip him.

As he finishes securing the cuffs he hears a high-pitched screech just as a hard weight collides into his side. It makes him stumble slightly, and he pulls out his blaster, spinning it towards his attacker as he regains his footing.

“Stand down!” He growls at the young child. They were still wearing that oversized helmet they’d reclaimed their weapon.

“No!” They yell at him, pointing the end of their staff at him threateningly. “Leave him alone!”

Din tilts his helmet to the side curiously, but he doesn’t lower his blaster.

“Is he your father?” He highly doubts it, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Mandalorian’s weren’t the only ones to collect Foundlings… Although for all he knows this kid could have green scaly skin underneath that helmet and oversized tunic.

“No,” she scowls, “I met him yesterday.”

He lowers his blaster and sighs. He reaches down and pulls his captured bounty to his feet, giving him a good push in the direction of his ship in a complete dismissal of the child. They’ll give up soon enough. From his experience, children’s attention spans were extremely thin.

“Doe girl sa insistent.” The bounty mutters to him in Huttese.

Girl… Din notes.

“I can see that.” Din mutters in response. It didn’t take a genius to realize the girl was stubborn and plucky. He knew that when the child tried attacking him, a Mandalorian, with a stick.

“Hagwa hurt cheekta.” the Rodian begged for her, eyeing the twitch of Din’s fingers hovering over his blaster.

Din tilts his head then turns to glance at the girl. “I don’t hurt children,” he replies gruffly, then nods towards the girl to address her. “Go on home kid.”

The girl doesn’t budge an inch, and she doesn’t lower her staff either.

“Ya sa noah wompa tah care che cheekta.”

Din found it amusing that this bantha had the gall to try and guilt him into being released. He wasn’t going to buy into it, and he gave him another push to spur him into a brisk pace forward.

She follows them, because of course she does. She stews for a good while on their journey, but in typical child-like fashion, her curiosity wins over her stoniness and soon she’s peppering him with questions which he promptly ignores, hoping she’d lose interest and go on her merry way.

“Doe girl will nopa leave,” The Rodian muttered, “Mee know.”

“I can understand you y’know Rodey,” the girl quips as she flips the visor of her helmet up and pulls down her goggles to glare at the reptilian humanoid, “I’m not stupid.”

“Karking girl.”

Din shoves him and finally turns around to face the girl with a heavy sigh. “What will it take for you to go home?”

She nods her head at his prisoner. “For him to keep up his promise.”

“And what promise might that be?”

“He say that he’d take me to see his ship and even lemme fly it if I gave him my portions! And now I got no food or water, and I haven’t gotten to seen his ship.”

Maker help him.

He turns his back to her again and continues to walk. He notices that this time the girl’s footsteps don’t immediately pick up behind him like before, and he buckles.

“Come. You can see my ship.” He reluctantly mutters and Din hears her excited gasp and tiny footsteps chasing after him until the girl is trotting passively at his side, the top of her head reaching just below his elbow. She looks up at him from beneath the orange tinted visor of her helmet as if sensing his gaze. She pulls down the cowl covering her face to show off her bright smile, all teeth except the one tooth missing in the front and Din allows the slightest smile to break out in return only because he knew she wouldn’t be able to see it.

***

“WOAH!”

The girl leaps into a quick sprint once they reach the top of the sand dune. The Razor Crest now visible in the distance.

By the time he and the Rodian caught up, the girl had circled the ship at least twice. Her helmet had been discarded near the hangar door which now reveals the messy braid of brown hair falling over her shoulder.

Din lifts his arm to tap a button on his wrist gauntlet and the boarding ramp slowly hisses and begins to lower. Before the ramp even hit the sand, the kid is back beside him, jumping on the balls of her feet in anticipation, her helmet tucked securely beneath her left arm.

“Don’t touch anything,” Din instructs in a gruff tone. She nods obediently and sticks to his side as he guides his bounty up into the hull.

That’s when the Rodian started to get a bit finnicky and he pulled away from Din’s grip, trying to retreat from the ship like he just realized what was happening.

” Mee have credits. Mee can wamma twice myo bounty.”

Din pulls him further into the ship, ignoring his pleads. He gives him one last push backwards and with a final hiss he’s sealed in carbonite.

Job well done.

“Hey! What’d you do to him!” The girl rushes forward, hand slapping against the solid carbonite outline of the reptilian’s leg.

“He’s fine. It’s just to keep him quiet while I fly.”

“Ohh,” she muses, taking a step back and tilting her head to glance at the two other carbonite slabs behind him. She points at them. “Were they noisy too?”

Din shrugs and sits down on a crate near the open ramp to adjust his vambrace. “You could say that.”

That seemed to be good enough of an answer for her and she approached him with the same wide grin from earlier, fists balled up at her side in excitement. “I didn’t like him anyways! I just wanted to see his ship! Can I fly your ship now?”

“No.”

“What?!” She whined. “but you said I could!”

“No. I said you could see it.” He stands up and points to the crate he was just sitting on. “Sit. I’ll make you food.”

She obeys, but only with an indignant huff and a pout. She turned her glare onto the floor and crossed her arms over her chest. It’s silent for a good while as Din heats up some broth for her and he’s surprised to find that he likes it much better when the girl Is chattering rather than silently brooding.

“You got a name?” He asks after awkwardly clearing his throat.

“Rey,” she answers with a huff.

He turns with the small bowl of soup in his hands and offers it to her.

“How old are you?”

“Seven, I think,” she responds as she makes grabby hands for the bowl before promptly slurping it up in just a couple of gulps then handing the bowl back to him. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome kid.” Din hands her a cup of water as he takes the bowl from her and she does the exact same as she did the broth.

“I can fly you back home. Where do you live?”

“I live in that walker!” Rey exclaims, her excitement growing at the prospect of being able to fly even if she wasn’t at the wheel.

Din pauses and looks at her. “That’s where you live?”

“Yeah!”

He grits his teeth, turning to face her fully. Maybe that Rodian wasn’t lying to pull a fast one on him after all. “Where are your parents? Who looks out for you?”

Rey’s face puckers in thought. “Well, my parents aren’t here right now. They’ll be back though… but um… Unkar kinda looks out for me for now. He gives me rations for good scrap.”

“Where are your parent’s Rey?” Din hopes he doesn’t receive the answer he knows he will. Maker knows he cannot afford to care for a Foundling right now…

Rey shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I don’t know. They didn’t tell me.”

“How long have they been gone?”

“638 Days,” she responds quickly.

Din grunts, grumbling under his breath because of course. Her parents weren’t coming back anytime soon that was a given, they probably sold her off to that Unkar fellow as a slave to earn a quick buck. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; in fact, it was a familiar story for many Foundlings he’s come across through the years. But to leave a child as young as this one was cruel and disgusting, especially to leave them on a planet the likes of Jakku! Most would never be able to survive, and he wonders how it was possible this girl was able to for as long as she had. He slaps his hand against the control panel on the wall beside the ramp and it slowly raises into place. He moves towards the ladder leading up to the cockpit without another word to her.

“Wait! Mister where are you going?” Rey jumps up to follow him, looking up at him from the bottom of the trail of rungs.

Again, Din ignores her and continues his way into the cockpit. He takes a seat in the pilot’s chair, grinding his teeth together in frustration. He supposed he could just drop her off with the clan when he made it back to Nevarro. It had been a while since any new Foundlings had been introduced considering he was the only one to really leave the covert as of late. She’d be well taken care of, he’s sure. Celebrated even.

He begins flipping through the switches on the control board to start up the engines.

“Sir, are you flying me back to the walker?” Rey asks. For the first time that day she sounded unsure and a bit nervous, but Din is far too wound up by the frustrations of his new predicament to care.

“No. You’re coming with me. Now strap in.”

“What?! No! I can’t leave! What if my parents come back for me and I’m not here?! I have to wait for them!”

Din pauses for only a moment to sigh before continuing about his ritual of prepping the ship for takeoff. “They aren’t coming back for you kid.”

“Huh?”

He turns around when he hears the brokenness in her voice, and he frowns. She clutches her helmet to her chest, chin tucked down to rest against it as tears formed in her eyes. He takes the moment to note that maybe the way he broke the news was a bit too harsh. So, instead of risking saying something else that would trouble her he points to the co-pilot’s seat behind his.

She shakes her head. “What do you mean they’re not coming back? Do you think they died?”

Din didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t well versed when it came to emotions, especially the emotions of children. They were sensitive creatures and were quite unpredictable in his experience. So, instead, he completely veers around the question.

“I will take you back to my clan and you will be well taken care of. I will even look for your people if they are to be found, but I am not leaving you here.” His tone and words weren’t up for dispute and she seemed to understand as much.

She stares at him through glassy eyes but doesn’t utter a word.

Din sighs in resignation, “I’ll let you help pilot the ship.”

Anything to keep her from crying.

Rey’s eyes light up then and her head lifts slightly from where she had hidden it behind her helmet. “Is-is it sandy?” She pauses and when Din tilts his helmet to the side in question, she continues hesitantly, “where-where you would take me… is it sandy there?”

“Not particularly.”

“Okay,” Rey nods slowly, inching towards the seat Din had gestured towards earlier.

***

Rey was a natural at flying. She was eager and a very quick learner. She told him about the training simulator she’d found just a couple weeks back as well as a training computer. So Din taught her a couple advanced things, and her utter fascination when they entered hyperspace was enough to distract her from her earlier woes and able to make him smile beneath his helmet. The streaks passing by through the windshield illuminating her wide, glassy eyes. After an hour or so, her sad demeanor about leaving home had diminished completely and was now fueled with excitement and curiosity at getting to traverse the galaxy for the first time.

So, here he sat, an hour after entering hyperspace, answering question after question with as few words as he could possibly manage.

“Why do you wear that helmet? And all that armor?”

“I’m a Mandalorian.”

“What’s a Mandalorian?”

“We’re Warriors.”

“Cool! I wanna be a Mandalorian!”

“Maybe one day.”

“Where are we going?”

“To Maldo Kreis.”

“Where’s that?”

“A ways away.”

“Are you gonna pick up another guy like Rodey?”

“Yes.”

“Is that your job? Are you a bounty hunter?”

“Yes.”

“Cool,” she was silent for all of two seconds. Which was just enough for Din to release a breath in hopes she had grown tired of asking questions…

She had not.

“What’s your armor made of?”

“Beskar.”

“What’s your name?”

“Mando.”

“Is that really your name?”

Din sighs one final time. His helmet is propped against the head rest in defeat as he tilts it to the side.

“You ask a lot of questions,” he grunts.

The kid huffs and falls back against her seat. “Sorry,” she mutters.

Din stands from the pilot seat and gestures for her to stand up as well, holding out his hand to help her to her feet. “Come. I’ll show you how to use the fresher and then you can sleep until we reach our next destination.”

She’s tentative, but she takes his hand and doesn’t let go as she follows him down into the hull. He shows her how to work the fresher and the stream of water pouring form the wall has her squealing in delight, rushing forward to cup it in her hands and watch it spill over her fingers. He adjusts it to a temperature that would be comfortable for her. Then he does a silent onceover of her clothes and leaves to fetch her something to wear once she was clean. Her current outfit looked to be nothing more than a few rags held together by the wrappings around her wrists and feet and the tie around her waist. He places them on the sink.

“You can put this on after you’re clean. I’ll buy you better garments when we are in Nevarro, but for now this should do.”

Rey nods her head enthusiastically, eager to step into the fresher. Din steps out, the door sliding shut behind him so she could have privacy, and he moves further into the hull to begin preparing his own dinner. He made a point to begin heating up another portion of broth for the little one as well. She could probably do for some added nutrition with how small she appeared for her age.

He didn’t risk taking off his helmet to eat. Instead, he lifted the edge to take occasional sips and by the time he was done and discarding his empty bowl, Rey was stepping out of the fresher with sopping wet hair still done up in her messy braid and a wide grin on her face.

“That was so fun!” She exclaimed. “I’ve never done that before.”

She wore the large upper half of his old flight suit sinched to fit around her waist using the ribbon and the trousers she’d arrived in. The thick material barely fit over her small frame, the collar just barely managing to hang on her shoulders. Mando doesn’t say anything in response and simply holds out the fresh bowl of broth he’d just heated up.

Rey stared at the offered portion with wide eyes. “More?” She asked as if she couldn’t quite believe he was really offering it to her.

“Yes. You need to eat.” Din states with his arm still outstretched towards her.

“But I already ate.”

“I want you to eat more.”

Rey gave him a stink eye, lips pursing in suspicion. “You aren’t trying to plump me up to eat me or somethin’ are you?”

As amusing as the accusation was, Mando’s tone remained unamused. “No. Now drink.”

She takes it from him and greedily gulps it down like she was afraid he’d change his mind and Din begins to feel guilt remembering his original intention of leaving her behind to starve on that scorched planet. He’s glad he found her, she’d make a strong Mandalorian one day and she’d do the tribe proud. They would take good care of her.

He stands to begin making up a bed for her on the floor. He gathers as many blankets and cloths he could find, knowing Kreis would be far colder than what she was used to.

She’s at his side in a matter of moments, looking down at the warm cocoon of blankets he’d built on the floor.

“Time to sleep little one,” he tells her, balanced on one knee as he pulls back several layers of blankets for her and gesturing for her to climb beneath. She scrambles over to hurry and snuggle herself beneath the mound of soft blankets and Din gently settles the cloths back over her shoulders. She yawns, hand snapping up to cover her mouth as her eyes squeezed shut for a moment before they opened once more to blink up at him with a tired smile.

“Thank you Mr. Mando.”

“You’re welcome, kid.” He shuffles awkwardly, adjusting the blankets again before standing upright. “Do you need anything?”

She looks up at him anxiously, chewing on her bottom lip. “Ummm not really… but um… can I ask you one last question? I swear I won’t ask no more!”

Din sighs and nods his head.

“Why wouldn’t you leave me on Jakku?”

He pauses as he searches for the right words to explain it to her as he taps a button on his vambrance to dim the lights of the hull. She had no family and no proper home. By creed he was honor bound to take her. No Mandalorian could leave an abandoned child behind. They were Foundlings… and he was once a Foundling.

“This is the way.”

That was the way.

~ Next Chapter ~

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