#jaster x reader

[vodika-vibes]

Love Is Kind

Summary: When your father moved your family to Mandalore in an attempt to court the various clans on behalf of the Republic, you were obligated to go with him, even though you were in your twenties. You really should have known that you were brought along in the hopes that one of the warriors of Mandalore would pick you as their bride. Too bad for your father that you’ve always known your own mind.

Pairing: Jaster Mereel x F!Reader

Word Count: 1182

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, also Montross is a creep

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A/N: I'm in a Jaster mood and I'm making it all of your problems. Sorry, not sorry. Also, I'm not sure why but tumblr isn't letting me tag some of you. I'm sorry.

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“Good morning, Princess,”

You stifle your eye-roll with the ease of long practice when the familiar, and grating, voice of Montross reaches your ears. The shudder is a lot harder to hide, as his hand slides across your shoulders, but you manage it.

“Good morning, Montross,” You greet as you turn on your stool to regard the much larger man. “I wasn’t aware that you had returned to Mandalore.”

His smile makes your skin crawl, “Did you miss me?”

You smile and neatly side-step his question, “How was your mission?”

He drops onto the stool next to you, his arm still thrown over your shoulder, and he leans into your personal space. “It was amazing. I came face to face with a Jedi.” He boasts, “Killed him too.”

“Hm. Is that right?”

“Oh yeah. Wasn’t even a challenge.” He pushes his hand through his hair, in a movement that was probably supposed to be attractive, but really wasn’t. 

You flash a close-mouthed smile, “If it wasn’t hard, Montross, then how can you know it was a Jedi?”

“He had a lightsaber.”

“Those aren’t Jedi specific,” You point out, “Anyone can use a lightsaber. Jedi just use them well.”

“Aw, come on, Princess. You don’t think I could do it?”

“I think if you came face-to-face with a Jedi, we’d be having a funeral right now.” You reply before you duck under his arm.

“Sometimes, Princess, you are so very Republic.”

“What can I say? I like Jedi.”

“You’re a Mandalorian now, sweetheart. You should start thinking like one.” Montross says as he leans a little closer, close enough that you can feel the heat from his skin against yours.

“I think you’ll find that I’m not.”

“You will be when you marry me.”

At that, you turn to look at him. “Not even if you were the last man in the galaxy.” You really should be polite, but you’re done with him and you’re done being polite to him. So you flick your fingers in his direction, “Shoo fly, you’re bothering me.”

You’re aware, vaguely, of offense crossing his face, and you grimace as he stands up so sharply that his stool goes flying. 

And then he leans over you, trapping you between the counter and his armor, “Your smart mouth is going to get you in trouble.” Montross warns.

You’re about to reply when another voice, a little deeper but much more welcome to your ears, interrupts, “Come on, verd. She said she’s not interested. This is just embarrassing.”

Montross straightens, “Jaster,” His lip curls, “If she’s not into me, she definitely won’t be into you.”

You turn on your stool again and catch Jaster’s eye, a real smile crossing your face as he winks at you. “I’m not so sure about that, Montross,” Jaster replies with a smug smirk.

You watch an ugly shade of red slide across Montross’ face, and then he stalks out of the restaurant. “He might actually try to hurt you one day, Jaster.” You warn.

“He can try.” Jaster picks up Montross’ abandoned stool, sets it back into place, and then slides it a little closer to you before he sits on it, twisting his body so that his armored knees are brushing against yours. “He didn’t hurt you?”

You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, your smile growing, “If he did, will you go defend my honor?”

“If you phrase it right,” Jaster replies with an answering grin, “I might do it even if he didn’t.” His thumb brushes against your knuckles, “Are you sure you’re uninjured?” He asks, his voice soft and for your ears alone.

“I am.”

“I’m glad.” He closes his hand over yours, and keeps his gaze locked with yours, “Montross thinks you’re going to pick him. He feels entitled to your affection.”

“How sad for him,” You reply, your voice just as soft, “I have my eyes on someone else.”

“Oh? Do I know him?” Jaster teases.

You flip your hand and thread your fingers with his, “You might.”

His gaze drops to your joined hands, and then snaps back to your face, “Do you want to go for a walk?” Jaster asks, his gaze serious.

“Nothing would make me happier.” 

He flashes a small smile and sets some credits on the counter to pay for your caf and cake, and then he gets to his feet and lightly tugs you to join him.

You, happily, press yourself against his side as you leave the restaurant together. Warmth runs down your spine as he lazily rubs circles on your hand with his thumb.

Whenever you’re with Jaster, you feel safe and warm. As though nothing in the galaxy can touch you so long as you’re with him.

It’s one of the many reasons that you love him.

And you do love him. 

And, you’re pretty sure, he feels the same way.

Jaster leads you through the busy streets, only stopping when you reach a quiet area on the edge of the town. It’s just the two of you, surrounded by trees and flowers, and you can’t help but think that he could have brought you to an old warehouse, filled with broken droids, and it would still have been the most romantic thing ever.

He smiles at you and releases your hand, only so he’s able to lightly cup your face with his hands. Jaster tilts your head so you’re looking right at him, and his smile widens. “You know,” He murmurs, “In those old holofilms, where the male protagonist claims that his love interest is his whole world, they always sounded dramatic to me.”

You press your hands over his, “They’re supposed to be, I think.” You reply with a fond smile.

“Maybe so,” He slowly leans in and presses his forehead against yours, “But I really am holding my whole world in the palms of my hands.” Jaster sounds awed, as though he can’t believe what he’s feeling.

Your face burns with slightly flustered embarrassment and your heart swoops with excited joy, “Jaster—”

“I love you,” He whispers, and then a broad grin crosses his face, “I love you.”

You can’t help the delighted laugh that falls from your lips as you release his hands and fling your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a, slightly awkward, kiss.

Though it’s only awkward because he wasn’t expecting it.

Jaster’s arms wrap around you, holding you securely as he hovers his lips just over yours, “Does that mean you—?”

“I love you.” You breathe against his lips, “I love you, I love you, I love—” You’re not able to finish the phrase, as his lips seal over yours stealing your words and your breath.

You don’t mind. Both belong to him anyway.

Your parents aren’t going to be thrilled. Your stepmother had plans to marry you off to the son of an Alderaanian aristocrat. Your father would prefer that you pick a member from a larger clan than Clan Mereel.

But you’ve made your choice…and they’re just going to have to live with it.

[spade-andthe-microwave]

Noticed a lack of x Reader for Jaster Mereel on A03, so here you go I guess. Sorry it's so short, but enjoy.

[iron-strangers]

tell us moooore about the mudhorn babies!!!

Yes! Yesyesyesyes, ask me more about the babies!💞

The babies are a part of my Dad!Mand'alor!Din x Jedi!Reader series called Expanding Clan Mudhorn

Grogu no longer hangs in Din's bag/carrier, he's now riding with Mirshka in her little backpack.

Grogu is now enrolled in a space kindergarten and the fridge is full of the drawings he brings home from school.

He's also been terrorizing the frog population in the pond behind their home.

Grogu's first word is buir and Din isn't shy to admit that he BAWLED.

The kids can see the old Mand’alor's force ghosts. Aranar is Jaster Mereel's favorite, Mirshka is Tarre Vizsla's.

Aranar once stole the darksaber and he messed up the ignition, cutting half of his hair. He wears helmets everywhere for two weeks.

Just like Din, Aranar is not painting his armor.

Mirshka wants a vod'ika for her life day present (Din is encouraging her).

She wants her vod'ika to be called tra'cyuur.

"No, Din, I don't care if she sulks, we're not naming our baby 'blaster'."

You and Din finally settled on Kote, and Kote is perfect. Kote is a sweet baby who can never do wrong.

Aranar is three years older than Mirshka. Mirshka is two years older than Kote.

The Djarin genes are way too strong and the babies looks exactly like their buir.

Aranar always wins the sword-fight sparring sessions.

Mirshka is very strong in the living force, she even befriended the Mythosaur under the Living Waters of Mandalore.

Kote is the best shooter out of the four kids. Aranar has known no peace since his brother started shooting nerf-gun around the house.

Boba teaches Aranar to swear. Aranar then teaches Mirshka. Rid'ika threatens everyone that she will go dark if Kote started to swear too.

Din is Mirshka's favorite person in the whole galaxy.

Rid'ika is Aranar's.

Kote and Grogu baby talks to each other. No one knows what they're talking about, yet the two babies are giggling like a couple of maniacs.

Fenn'buir would steal the kids away and return them all muddy and smelly, much to your chagrin. At least they always sleep soundly after roughhousing with their ba'buir (grandfather).

One time, Din finally said "fuck this" and gave the darksaber to an eight years old Aranar. The boy led the court for one day (with your guidance, of course) while Din played hooky and took the rest of the kids flying all over Mandalore.

Aranar gave the council a fourty five minutes nap break. With just one day of ruling, Aranar is now known as Mand’alor the Kriffing Best.

Din was then banished to the couch for two days.

Thank you for this anon, this is the most fun I've had since writing this series. I hope you love the kids! 💞

Questions and requests are always open!

[vintageflowerangel]

Hello! Sorry I couldn't find your rules so if this is against your rules please let me know!

Can I request Nikolai with a reader that is similar to him? She is also a type of Jaster (acts like one), but her views on freedom are slightly different than Nikolai's, but she still craves for Nikolai. One day they talk about it and the first time he sees her serious? Sorry if I explained this badly free to ignore!

Hello! Sorry, my rules were hidden. Here's my main navigation if you want to go find my rules. You didn't make any mistakes. I just wished that you could've been more specific, like if you wanted a headcanon or oneshot. Also, sorry if this is horrible.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬

PAIRING: NIKOLAI GOGOL x (AFAB) NEUTRAL GENDER! READER 

WORD COUNT: 657 words

Freedom...

That's all that you ever wished for. To have freedom away from the stress of those around you. It's tiring staying positive all the time. In fact, it can be really difficult at certain times. What's more challenging is keeping up the same facade day after day, grinning and smiling, and acting happy-go-lucky all the time.

It's tiring keeping up the same facade no matter how exhausting it can be. You still have to keep up with your facade no matter what, even if it's going to be a small break from smiling. You can't seem to stop smiling.

It hurts knowing that you can't seem to stop smiling even when you're angry at something or sad you can't seem to stop smiling. You're not allowed to show any emotions such as anger or sadness. Smiling is all that you know besides speaking in riddles and entertaining guests in the circus. How funny you don't have any freedom to express yourself.

As exhausting as it is, you just have to keep smiling and move on with your day.

Day after day, all you do is just smile and speak in riddles. How ridiculous is that? Being forced to smile all the time.

"[NAME]~!" Nikolai popped out of nowhere, most likely used his ability to teleport into your tent.

Glancing at the white-haired man through your mirror, you sent him a bright grin and greeted him. It was a normal occurrence for Nikolai to barge in without further notice, not that you minded. Of course, it was nice to have a fellow friend visit you.

"Ah, Nikolai, what can I do for you?" You politely asked, turning to face him.

Nikolai just grins and shrugged his shoulders, laying on your couch to crash. Chuckling at the scene in front of you, you got up from your seat and headed towards Nikolai to play with his long braid. The man hums and closes his eyes, letting you undo his braid so you can fully play with his hair. It feels amazing as you brush your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp. His hair is so soft... You wonder what kind of shampoo and conditioner he uses.

"Did you come here so I could play with your hair?" You asked once more, trying to get an answer out of the man.

"Of course I did! Your head scratches are amazing!" Nikolai, finally, answered your query exaggerating his words.

Amused by his words, you let out a small giggle and shook your head, happy to be praised by him. It felt nice being complimented by someone you cherished.

It was quiet not in an awkward quiet, but comfortable quiet if that made sense. The both of you were at peace enjoying the quietness until Nikolai let out a question of his own.

"Do you ever wished to be free?"

Blinking out of confusion, you slowly nodded your head and continued to play with his long hair braiding it. Of course, you wanted to be free. If you have a chance to be free, you could express yourself without being judged.

"To be free, you can make your own decisions." You murmured, still braiding his hair. Nikolai opened his eyes and looked up at you, silently agreeing with your words. "No one would be there to prevent you from doing whatever you want or judge you from expressing yourself."

"Is there a reason why you want to be free?" Nikolai ponders wondering what's your reason is to be free.

"I just want to express my emotions without being judged." You answered, finishing up his braid.

The man just stares at you, confused by your wish to be free. To express yourself without being judged? It wasn't what he was expecting, and to be frank, he was expecting something more drastic. Noticing how you are being serious, he didn't bother to question your response and stayed silent.

[queen--kenobi]

Control (2019)

Control by @annachibi (Jesse Faden/Emily Pope)

House of the Dragon

Sweet Mother by @lya-dustin (Rhaenyra/Alicent)

Upon His Brother's Table by @thought--bubble (Aemond x reader, dub-con)

Star Wars

Make Me, Master by @pickleprickle (sith!Obi-wan Kenobi x reader)

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Table sex gate 2k24 art by @merlyn-bane (Captain Rex/Obi-wan Kenobi, Commander Cody/Obi-wan Kenobi, Captain Rex/Obi-wan Kenobi/Commander Cody)

Want to Use You (Want to Get Used by You) by @siderealdei (Jaster Mereel/Savage Oppress)

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

🎆 = 18+ content ✨ = contains spoilers of a currently running show

Fics:

The Clone Wars: 🎆 A Girls Night Out (Jesse x OC Lina, Fives x OC Sue) by @marierg & @the-rain-on-kamino 🎆 Let's Call It Love (Barriss Offee x Ahsoka Tano) by @stellanslashgeode Fire in the Frying Pan by @barbaricyawn In Spite of Everything, We Thrive by @chaosgoblinhours The Tattooist by @whiskeygoldwings-blog

The Bad Batch: As Iron Sharpens Iron (Hunter x f!Reader) by @arctrooper69 ✨ (TBB S3) Revelation by RheaShay (AO3)

The Book of Boba Fett: Life Day (Boba Fett x OC Seba) by @kimiheartblade 🎆 Biscuits and Beskar (Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu) by @marierg

Batman: He's Ours Now by Lulu_Rythmea (AO3) Batman Beyond: Days of Future Past by @blightwritesfic Cards on the Table by @wesslan Family You Made (Go Back, Do it Again) by @jube514 Dragon-Tamer and the Wing of Night by @evergreena I Don't Belong Here (I Wish I Was Special) by @the-booty-crusader The Bat Trap by Threee (AO3)

Star Trek: We Have Engaged the Borg: The Oral History of the Battle of Wolf 359 by TranquilityPress (AO3)

Crossover AUs: Family Bonding and Other Perilous Pursuits (Batman X Danny Phantom Crossover) by Shynnohwen (AO3) La Petite Mort (Barbie X Dracula Crossover) (Barbie Roberts x Dracula) by @howlingmoonrise How is This My Life? (Pokemon X Dragon Age: Inquisition Crossover) by @thequietdreamerposts

Art:

The Clone Wars: Commander Cody Art by @cc3542taki Jedi Temple Guard OC Ren Art by @archfey-edda Thick Healthy Clones Art Series by @rexxdjarin Good Morning, Mesh'la by @the-rain-on-kamino Quinlan Vos Art by @purgetrooperfox

The Bad Batch: ✨ (TBB S3) Shadow of Tantiss Supremacy by @madsayo

The Book of Boba Fett: OC Kaylee Manu Art by @the-little-moment

Star Wars Legends: Jaster Mereel Art by @corrie-guard-things

[stickysweetdaydreams]

♡ Soft N' Sweet For You ♡

(Boba Fett x Reader)

summary: reader is Fett's sweet little wife that he put up in a nice place to live so he can have a darlin' to treasure and call his own (in secret). it's not like him to be so soft, but he is for only one girl ♡

disclaimer: this version of fett is exclusively based on his pre-prequels backstory + the OT. (i.e "tales of the bounty hunters" "the bounty hunter wars trilogy" etc.) he is not a clone, nor is he mandalorian. canon voice is Jason Wingreen. if you are interested, click here for his original lore ♡

♡ ♡ ♡

You slept soundly in your cozy little bed.

Well, not quite "little". It was rather large, made to fit more than one person.

But your person was currently away on "business", and he had been for a few days now.

You worried for his safety often, but you knew he had his reputation and charged insanely high prices for a reason.

"I'm the best at what I do. You have no need to worry about me."

Even still, you wished you could travel everywhere with him so you could know what he was doing at all times...just to ease your troubled mind.

You dreamt of him every night. Sometimes about the day you two met and he took you away from your less fortunate life.

"You're a nice girl...You don't belong in a place like this."

He gently held your face with his gloved hand, the subtle scent of blaster smoke dizzying you.

"Take me somewhere else, then?"

And he did.

You woke with a start, your heart beating like it belonged to a small scared animal.

Sitting up in bed, you panted softly, suddenly overcome with a sense of dread for seemingly no reason at all.

Something felt strange.

You shakily ran your fingers through your hair and looked around the dimly lit room. You kept a small night light in the corner at all times just to feel safe whenever Fett was away.

When he was with you, you felt no need to worry about anything. He was a force to be reckoned with and a majority of the galaxy knew that, so of course he made you feel protected.

The light only illuminated a small portion of the room, leaving the rest almost completely enveloped in darkness.

You felt a rush of adrenaline and dread as you imagined the possibility of someone sneaking into your home in an attempt to get some revenge against the infamous bounty hunter.

But how could that be? The security system was as good as it could possibly be. Fett went to great lengths to make sure that you would be safe whenever he was away...

Also, no one really knew that you belonged to him, so it seemed unlikely, but being alone and afraid in the dark can play funny tricks on the mind.

Slowly reaching underneath the pillow next to you, you felt around for the little blaster that you kept nearby.

He taught you how to properly hold it and shoot just in case. He thought it was something you should never have to do, but you know what they say, "desperate times...".

Suddenly you heard a click and the balcony door that was a few feet away from your bed slid open.

Your heart leapt into your throat, pounding wildly in your ears as instincts kicked in.

You whipped your head around and pointed the blaster at whoever the intruder was, but you didn't shoot yet.

"Easy, my love. It's only me."

All of the tension in your body melted away with those few words.

There was the familiar voice that you'd come to love despite how little you often heard him speak.

You sprung out of bed and ran to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his chest.

He felt sturdy and cold as per usual in his armor. The cool beskar made you shiver and caused little goosebumps to form all over your arms and legs.

You fell asleep wearing a thin nightie so you weren't properly prepared to be greeted by the frigid metal.

"Jaster...I missed you..." You felt warmth spread over your ears, cheeks, and nose as tears slowly welled up in your sleep-dazed eyes.

Everytime you had called him by his real name, it softened him a little more. Your delicate little honeyed voice was just too sweet to his battle hardened soul.

He remembered the day he confided in you about his past. It had taken such a long time, but you didn't ever pry. You simply allowed him to take his time and let you in little by little.

Fett returned the hug, being far more gentle than any creature in the galaxy could possibly imagine he was capable of.

Then you felt him shuffling around.

A bare hand touched the soft skin of your cheek, urging you to look at him.

And you did.

Your heart fluttered as you looked up into the familiar black T-shaped void of his helmet.

You adored his armor, and you came to recognize it as just part of who he was, although it was taken from a race that he was not a part of.

But sometimes you wished you could see underneath the helmet.

He had taken it off around you many times, but only under the condition that the lights were off.

You had been given in marriage to a man that you still have yet to even see and it drove you to near madness sometimes.

"I wish you would let me see your face sometime..."

"This is my face."

You decided not to pester him too much over it. You were happy enough that you were given the privilege to even feel it.

You had tried to map it out in your mind using only your hands, but it never quite worked.

You just noted that he wasn't bare-faced, and you could tell by the texture of his skin that he was a tough guy, inside and out.

It put a deep ache in your chest and in your belly.

"My poor girl. I've left you for so long."

His voice was calm and steady despite speaking so amorously.

He could always read you so well, like an open book that was begging him to skim through the pages.

Wistful longing was written across your face as clear as day. You couldn't help it. Two more days without him than usual seemed to always leave you hurting.

You nuzzled your face into his warm hand, the contrast of his rugged flesh against your delicate face flustering you.

"You did...please stay longer this time?" You asked him gently.

"I will."

You swooned as he ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek.

You wanted so badly to kiss him. The feeling was akin to a smoldering fire within your core.

Carefully, you turned your face to the side and placed your lips against the palm of his hand, planting a little kiss.

He suddenly stopped moving.

You could feel the eyes beneath his helmet just staring into you, but you had almost no idea as to what he was thinking.

Then he spoke carefully.

"Go turn out that light."

You felt a little knot form in your stomach as you nodded slowly and quickly scampered over to the corner of the room where you kept the night light.

You turned it off and took your sweet time padding across the cold floor to make your way back to where he was standing.

It was now almost pitch black. You could see almost nothing.

The familiar hissing sound of his helmet being removed made you blush slightly with excitement.

You heard him place it on the bedside table and the quiet creaking sound of the bed.

"Come here," He called to you.

You reached your arms out in an attempt to feel your surroundings.

You walked to the side of the bed and almost tripped over his legs, but he grabbed you and steadied you.

Then he sat you down carefully on his knee.

"Sorry," You muttered shyly, feeling embarrassed.

He didn't reply.

He leisurely placed a trail of tender kisses along your neck and on your cheek.

You felt faint, an all consuming warmth overcoming your entire body.

He treasured and loved you dearly and you could always feel that despite his usual distant nature. It left you truly bewildered.

Boba Fett was usually not a gentle man by any means. But he was soft for you.

♡ ♡ ♡

[hetalianskywalker]

Day 30: The Wait

Pairing: Mer Fordo x Goddess Reader

Summary: Fordo gets sent to rescue what he believes is a myth.

Author’s Note: I might have gotten distracted reader fan fiction.

Warnings: Talking about feeling trapped. Some angst about depression and passively giving up. But not in detail.

Word Count: 1237

Prompt: The church is tiny, walls of salt crusted driftwood and windows of stained sea glass. The goddess of sea foam lives there, sighing her days away, waiting for a champion.

Prompt 2947 by deepwaterwritingprompts

Jango thinks over his options for how to defend the Mandalore Sector when the Empire rallies its strength. Mer are coming in from everywhere along with an influx of his Mer clones. However, with the population cut by the recent civil war with Death Watch, it’s not going to be enough. He’s not going to get an entire army of Mer clones and they are aging too quickly. His riduur has full faith that Clan Shirata will have that solved eventually and to not under any circumstances bother them.

He is so deep in thought he doesn’t notice his hands have turned to claws, clicking against the arms of his throne. He still deeply dislikes the politics of being Sea Alor; he would much rather be doing the fighting instead of the ruling. And he will be doing that when the empire comes, but even Sea Alors have limits.

“You could always see if the sea dragons are real?” Boba offers sarcastically with a half smile. The fact his son was now a teenager is still a weird thought to wrap his mind around.

“They are real, but…” Jango thinks about it over a long moment. There is an ancient myth about one of the Sea Alors ordering the dragons to sleep. Jango had also believed the myths to be false until Jaster showed him the stone remnants of one at the bottom of an ocean trench. “There would only be a handful left if that. It’s something to consider though.”

“Dragons are real…” Boba stares at him in utter disbelief and Jango resists the very powerful urge to laugh. He can remember his own similar reaction.

“We might as well send a champion to free the goddess of sea foam then.” Boba chuckles, trying to regain his composure.

“That’s not a bad idea either.”

“What!?”

The church is tiny, walls of salt crusted driftwood and windows of stained sea glass. The goddess of sea foam lives there, sighing her days away, waiting for a champion. It’s an ancient myth Fordo has heard many times.

There was once an age of gods born of magic itself. There were far too many deities to count, but the god of the sea created the Mer and established the island of Mandalore as the center of all sea magic. Eventually, the gods began to die off. The sea did not leave his children without protection and blessed the first Sea Alor with the last of his power. As he lay dying, he told the Sea Alor that there was one deity left: his youngest child. He had locked her away to protect her from what was happening to every other deity. And only a champion could release her.

Fordo had thought Jango had lost his mind when he gave him this mission and told him the long passed down location. Fordo was one of the first and only Alpha ARCs to come to Mandalore after the end of the war. If the myth was true, he understood why he was being sent; returning with a deity who is hidden behind a multitude of magic barriers, traps, and a sea serpent would require an Alpha ARC. Either way though, if the Sea Alor had lost his mind, at least he wasn’t stuck with Alpha-17’s mission.

Fordo had just arrived when the Ice Sea Dragon had landed with Commander Mayday. The legends of their strength were far more accurate than he wanted to admit. He did not envy the fact Alpha was given orders to bring back the Sea Dragon that was refusing the Sea Alor’s call. He was starting to think Alpha’s theory that Jango hated him had more truth than he originally thought.

The church is tiny, walls of salt crusted driftwood and windows of stained sea glass. You, the goddess of sea foam, live here, sighing your days away, waiting for a champion. Your life has been long slumbers and waiting for far too long. It’s becoming harder for you to remember what the other gods looked like or how the ocean feels on your skin.

Something interrupts your numb and unending routine. A Mer dressed in red and white armor opens the front doors; doors that never opened for you no matter how you kicked and screamed against them.

“Are you the goddess of sea foam?” He pants, trying to catch his breath. This is another hallucination; there is no one really there. You turn and look out the door. The ocean looks so real.

“Are you my champion?” You ask softly. You delicately walk up to him and reach out your hand. His gloved one meets yours; you both stare in complete and utter blissful shock when neither of you disappears.

You practically launch yourself into his arms. You cry out in relief at not being forgotten as you hold onto him for dear life. Deep down, you’re still afraid he will vanish and you shall continue on your father’s well meaning prison. You are finally leaving.

He introduces himself as Fordo as he maneuvers you to carry you bridal style; he had no doubt noticed the terrible state of your legs after not moving around your prison for the last who knows how long. You lost track of how long ago you gave up.

You give him your true name as you wrap your arms around his neck. He gently walks you out into the open air of your hidden island. You're crying when you see the world you had been locked away from; you had forgotten how bright and beautiful it is.

Fordo walks you down to the shore and you stare in awe at what was once your father’s domain. “Thank you.”

He gives you a gentle squeeze in reply before heading out into the water. Fordo shifts into his massive red and white tail. You laugh at the feeling of using your gills again, but don’t change in any other way.

He gives a small smile when you notice he’s watching you. You flush, looking anywhere else. “Don’t be embarrassed.” Fordo says understandingly. “I think we all had reactions like that when we realized that we could enjoy the rest of the world outside Kamino.”

“What do you mean?” It concerns you that he understood your feeling of being trapped and the joy of freedom afterward. The idea of someone keeping your rescuer locked away from the world bothers you greatly.

“It’s a long story.” He states looking at the waters ahead. You both have to get past all the old magic barriers to get to his ship.

“We have time.” You urge. While he avoids it at first, you wear him down over the long journey home.

You almost slap the Sea Alor when you make it to Mandalore. While Fordo finds it attractive, he’s not about to deal with the fallout and holds your hand so you can’t attempt it. With the empire coming, you all have other things to worry about.

While you aren't a powerful combative yourself, you can multiply the magic of the Mer around you. With such an important ability, Fordo gets assigned to guard you and you don’t let the opportunity go to waste to get to know your champion better.

Love comes much later, but it comes. After waiting so long for freedom, everything else seems like an inconsequential wait. Besides, Fordo is worth it.

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Can you write a cute piece with Jaster where he comes back from a long mission and finds the reader and Jango asleep together in his bed waiting for him? Maybe turns a little smutty at the end?

The Mand'alor's Aliit

Summary: Jaster's been gone for weeks, and now that he's back, some hard truths have come to light.

Pairing: Jaster Mereel x F!Reader

Word Count: 1714

Warnings: Reader was physically assaulted, Jaster's temper

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I know you said you wanted a little smutty, and I'm sorry that this didn't turn out that way. I had a story that needed to be written, and smut just didn't make sense with what I had. Please feel free to send another request that I'll do better on next time.

When you agreed to go on a date with Jaster, it was well before he was elected Mand’alor. Sure, you’ve always known that your ambitious man wanted more for his people, but the title Mand’alor wasn’t something that he specifically vied for.

And then he was elected, and things became a lot more complicated.

The Mandalorians didn’t like you. They didn’t like you when you were just some upstart who managed to catch the attention of Jaster, and they definitely didn’t like that Jaster went to you for advice when he became Mand’alor.

However, no one pushed anything because you’re not Jaster’s Riduur. So far as they’re aware, the relationship is pretty shallow.

So when Jaster comes home with a recently orphaned 8 year old, announcing that he adopted young Jango, and then when you quietly adopted Jango as well, people suddenly started paying attention.

And that’s when the missions started. Long term missions, taking Jaster away from you, and Jango, for weeks at a time. Maybe they thought that sending him away would drive a wedge between the pair of you, but they couldn’t be more wrong if they tried.

“I miss buir,” Jango mumbles miserably as he buries himself against your side, “And I hate the other Mandalorians.” He adds, sounding even more miserable when he sees you wince in pain when you move to embrace him.

“I know you do, kiddo. I miss him too.” You smooth your hand through his curly hair. Today had been especially bad in terms of everything. Normally the people who stood opposed to you wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you.

But they had been drinking, and they forgot themselves, and yeah, you won that fight, even though it was four on one, but you still have a cracked rib and pretty severe bruising to show for it.

Worse than that is the fact that Jango witnessed the whole thing. Which means he’s about three times as clingy as he would normally be. And you tolerate it because he’s your kid and you love him. You love him enough to allow him to crawl into your bed, and cling to you while you soothe him to sleep.

You’re not really surprised when you drift off to sleep as well.

It’s several hours later when you stir awake at the sensation of Jango getting pulled away from you. And while normally your reaction would be to shoot first and ask questions never, a warm hand on your shoulder and Jaster’s voice in your ear, encouraged you to not shoot him. 

You watch, half asleep, as Jaster carries Jango out of the room. And then you sit up, and you carefully stretch. Sleeping the way you were did nothing to help the pain in your side…you should have known better.

The door slides open again, and Jaster steps into the room, “Cyare,” His voice is low, exhausted, but he sounds thrilled to see you, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The lights are still off, but there’s enough light for you to watch him remove his armor. And you smile as you cross your legs, “Welcome back,” You say first, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you when I felt you pulling Jango away.” You add easily.

His fingers pause on the seal of his thigh plates and he groans low in his throat, “That’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

You laugh softly, “I think you’re overtired if you think my threatening to shoot you is hot.”

Jaster laughs, and resumes removing his armor. He sets the whole set to the side to be dealt with later, and then he peels his bodysuit off and tosses it into the laundry. And only then does he climb into bed.

He lays on his pillow for a moment, and you watch him relax into the soft mattress with a fond smile on your face. 

And then he rolls over and crashes his lips against yours. “Missed you,” He rumbles against your lips, “Hate those long missions.”

“Missed you more,” You reply as you kiss him quickly.

Jaster pins both of your wrists over your head with one hand, and he releases a quiet laugh, “I don’t think that’s possible, cyare.” He kisses you deeply, and then moves his lips to your neck, “Missed you like a missing limb.” He slides his hand under your sleep shirt, and drags his hand up your side.

His fingers trail over your ribs, and a sharp hiss escapes you without your permission.

And Jaster freezes. He carefully presses his hand over the painful spot on your side, and then he releases your wrists and reaches over to turn on the lamp.

You squint at the sudden light, and Jaster’s fingers are very gentle as he slides your shirt up and over your head. His gaze is sharp as he takes in the red bruises covering a large portion of your body. He brushes his fingers over the swollen and split knuckles on both of your hands. And then he presses his hand flat over your cracked rib.

“Is it broken?” His voice is very, very even. And you know that he’s furious.

“Cracked.” You reply as you settle back on your pillow.

“So yes.”

“We both know that a crack and a break are totally different.” You point out with a sigh, as you trail a single finger over his arm.

“What happened, cyare?” Jaster asks, his gaze falling to your forearms, “These look like self-defense bruises.”

You sigh, “You’re not wrong.”

His eyes go cold, “Someone attacked you.” It’s not a question.

“You know as well as I do that there are some factions within the Haat who don’t approve of me…or Jango.”

Somehow, his eyes go colder, “I didn’t see any marks on Jango.”

You scoff, “I know I can’t hold my own against you, Jas, but if they even considered touching Jango, we’d be having a very different conversation. Very likely from the safety of my ship, in orbit.”

It’s the truth. If you thought, for a moment, that Jango was in danger on Mandalore, you’d take him and leave. And you both know it.

“Who hurt you?”

“They’re in the hospital.” You reply.

“Cyare-”

“Jaster.” He stops and regards you thoughtfully, “They’re in the hospital. You can’t do anything about it now.”

He inhales deeply, “Has anyone done this before?”

“I can handle a few pointed barbs, Jaster.”

His jaw clenches, “Why do they hate you so much?” He hisses, fury writ in every line of his body.

“Because I’m an outsider, and was barely good enough when you were just a son of Clan Mereel.” You reach up and lightly caress his cheek, “They thought I was your whore, and then we adopted a child together, and proved that I’m more than that.”

“They call you that? To your face?”

“Not when you’re around.” You sigh and tug him down so you’re able to kiss him, “Breathe, love.”

“They hate you that much?” Jaster asks.

“‘Fraid so.” Your smile is wry, “They want you to marry some proper Mando, raise an army of little mando children, and I’m not an acceptable choice.”

“That’s…that’s the dumbest kriffing-” He takes a deep breath, and then he cups your face, “You’re my choice. Always have been, from the first time I saw you-”

“I threw a rock at you and called you dumb.”

“You did, and fell in love at that very moment.” Jaster replies with a fond smile, “You are mine,” He murmurs, “And I am yours.”

You smile up at him, “I’m not about to let some small minded people scare me away from you, love.”

“Good,” Jaster kisses you solidly, and then pulls back, “Say the Riduurok with me.”

“What?”

“Right here. Right now. I have everything we might need for it.” His gaze is intense, “Become my wife, I’ll spend the rest of eternity making sure you’re happy, and no one will ever hurt you again.”

You stare at him, and then you smile, “Alright.”

He grins at you, and carefully climbs off of you.

“Should I put on some clothes?” You joke as you carefully sit up.

“Don’t worry about it.”

************

The following morning, while you’re fast asleep in your bed, coated in a thin layer of bacta to help you heal, with Jango cuddling against you watching cartoons, Jaster calls a meeting with the heads of the various clans.

He’s calm, very calm, dangerously calm. And apparently the men and women in the room can feel it, as they settle in their seats utterly silent.

“It has come to my attention,” Jaster starts slowly, not raising his voice, not having to raise his voice to be heard, “That there is a number among you who feels that my cyare is not good enough for Mandalore.”

Some of the people sitting around the table shift uncomfortably, and Jaster pins each of them with a dark, threatening, stare.

“It has also come to my attention that the verbal abuse turned physical yesterday.” At that there’s a hint of barely controlled rage in his voice, and more than one person flinched back. “Needless to say, not happy is understating how I’m feeling at the moment.”

He pauses, and no one says anything, so Jaster nods once, “So here are the cold, hard, facts. My cyare is now my Riduur. Any attack on her will be seen as an attack on me and my clan, and I will react accordingly.” He pulls his helmet back on, “Make sure that this information is passed out accordingly.”

There are general murmurs of assent, though one brave woman stands, “Mand’alor, I have to say that I think that the woman you chose as your riduur is not good for the future of Mandalore-” She starts only to trail off when Jaster unholsters his blaster and starts examining it thoughtfully.

“Your objection has been noted, and ignored.” Jaster says mildly, “Does anyone else have any complaints?”

The room is totally silent, and Jaster nods. And then he turns and leaves the room. He has a riduur to spend time with, and an ad he hasn’t seen in weeks. And at the moment, his aliit is the only thing that matters.

[rulimaquina]

Farewell To All The Earthly Remains

Fandom: Star Wars.

Characters: Jango Fett. Myles the Mandalorian. Jaster Mereel. Boba Fett.

Ship: Jango Fett x Myles.

Rating: General Audiences.

Tags: Mandalorian Religion (Star Wars) - Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars) - Jango Fett Needs a Hug - Myles' full name is Myles Boba to me - no beta reader we die like men - The Manda as another realm that exists alongside the realm of the living but can't be reached by the living - Parental Jaster Mereel - Major Character Death - Sad with a Happy Ending - Boba Fett Needs A Hug.

Summary:

By the time Myles realized that the Jedi was coming his way, it was too late.

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Meeting you

Chapter 1 : Shadows were lurking in the night

A Jasper Hale Fanfiction series

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Author's note: Hi :) So this is the very first chapter where something really happens. I hope you'll like it. It was reworked and everything!

Warning: Sexism, slow-burn romance.

Words: 3577

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1925

Sitting in a park at the last hour of the day as the sun slowly goes under the trees' limit, drowning the world in shadows. (Y/N) was enjoying a book before having to move to a less visible place to exist. She was not one to linger in one place for too long, and it's already been way too long that she'd been sitting on the bench already. While a woman alone in those years was not as strange as when (Y/N) was still a child, it was not yet the norm. And it had been a long while since then.

Darkness did not bother her as much as it did others. There was rarely something worse than what she was lurking about in the nighttime. Therefore, (Y/N) didn't usually bother with what people thought of her. She would sit wherever she liked, and that would be it. As a result, not many people came to bother her while reading her book when the sun started to come down from his throne up high.

That led to how right now, (Y/N) was still sitting on her bench, at nearly nine in the afternoon, reading a book with only the streetlight's help. She did not need any light to read. Her eyes were better than those of most humans. However, she'd smelled a man lurking in the park some thirty minutes earlier and felt his gaze on her multiple times since then. A policeman, she'd figured. His emotions weren't powered by adrenaline but more by worry. He'd walked in circles for some time before he decided to approach her. 

She closed her book as he did so. The woman couldn’t decide if it was because the policeman grew courageous -or foolish- enough to walk up to her. It was irritating, yet, amusement washed through her as he stood mere centimetres away from her. The officer's worry came to the woman in a wave that met her like water met your feet at the beach. It washed over her, bringing everything she felt to a second plan. He stopped in front of her, not speaking for a while as if he was assessing her. While she didn't need to breathe, the fresh air in her lungs -the air (Y/N) took in to speak- gave her a light-headed feeling that cleared her thoughts from the anxiety that was shaking her to her core. But the iron smell coming from the man-made her throat ache painfully, and the venom started pooling in her mouth.

She'd have to go hunting in the next few days, or the thirst would take control of her actions.

"Miss, you should head home, the streets... The streets ain't safe at this time a-night." He said with a smile, offering the woman a hand to help her back to her feet. "Do your Da know where you are?"

(Y/N) was good at ignoring the pain the iron-like smell of blood gave her. And so, she ignored the burning ache that made her mind scream for violence and the sudden over-spill of venom that drenched her mouth before she spoke. Instead, the seemingly young woman smiled in the policeman's direction, accepting his hand. That way, her covered fingers would not be cold against his skin. She directed her attention to the worry he was radiating, like small needles piercing through her lungs. 

"I live just across the street, officer. I appreciate your kindness." Then, as he didn't make any move to leave her, (Y/N) added: "I'll head home now." She was careful not to show too many teeth in her smile, as it always made the humans uncomfortable. And she knew that the sombre time of twilight was accentuating her features in ways she didn’t always appreciate. 

Seemingly satisfied with her answer, the policeman tipped his hat in her direction and turned to continue his round. (Y/N) rolled her eyes toward the star's illuminated sky. She patted the green just-under-the-knees-length dress she wore for the day to clean it from the dust it might have collected before walking in the direction she gave the policeman. His wariness was still clinging to the back of her neck, and she couldn't shake it off her. (Y/N) closed her eyes, concentrating on something else for a while—the wind on her cheeks or the overly-sweet smell of flowers bordering the road. Anything really to try and overcome the emptiness burning in her belly. And the buzzing irritation coming from the building she was sensing rolled over her shoulder. 

The woman was lodging in an all-girl house, paying about ten dollars a month. It was expensive, especially for the room she had, but everything was expensive since the war. Most of the girls (Y/N) lived with were either nurses or girls from the street. She was a teacher. Fresh out of university, seemingly naïve and full of dreams, (Y/N) taught small children from age five to twelve in a private school. Soon she'll have to move out and change the town, but it was calm and lovely for the moment.

(Y/N) liked children for their creativity and their open mind. They didn't ask many questions about why she was so pale, why she was so cold, why her eyes were a weird shade of yellow, or why she looked about their older sisters' age. They all were too busy learning and playing around. Sure, sometimes older boys -the older brothers- tame everywhere and asked about her, trying to make her leave with them. Some even peeving for her to court them, but the woman never gave in.

She didn't like mingling with humans more than was necessary. After all, it was already harder enough to teach -most days- with her condition. (Y/N) didn't want to get in trouble. She'd seen once what power and human could do together. In her experience, it seemed to always end in ashes. Esther liked to remind her that humans were quick to pass on, and there was still a new one to take their place, but it didn’t calm the grief in (Y/N)’s mind. 

The lodging-house had strict rules. No men were allowed inside. Every girl was to be asleep -or at least in their rooms, for the tenth hour of the night. (Y/N) was paying an extra dollar, so the house's matron would turn a blind eye to her nocturnal whereabouts. She'd said that the war had made her insomniac to win herself some pity points. And it wasn't a lie per se. The war had messed her up bad enough to give her living nightmares. Not that the matron needed to know about her inability to sleep anyways. The burning sensation in her throat had nothing to do with the emotions people in the building were feeling. (Y/N) could only sigh. It was nearly eleven at night now, and she was already inside. The woman figured she could stay inside for today. Hunting would have to wait until the next day.

(Y/N) removed her gloves before leaving the lodging-house hall and entering the corridor leading to the rooms. The heavy, gloomy miasma of jealousy and envy made the woman uneasy about staying, at first. It wasn’t unusual for her to sense those emotions, but the constant weight of it was harder to ignore, a little more with each passing day. She knew why the other women felt like that. Toward each other, toward her. It matters in the end. Something was always better in someone else than in yourself. 

She took a small breath, rolling her shoulders to make them seem less tense than they were, and blinked a couple of times to implant the movement as natural to her body. ���Practice makes perfect, had always said Azaria, and (Y/N) liked to make a good performance. 

(Y/N) could hear the matron's angry steps on the staircase's wood floor. The suffocating feeling of rage and jealousy and emptiness flowed through the woman, overwhelming her like a raging sea would an unprepared boat before she could classify the emotion as if they were information taken from a book. The woman could hear the matron closing the door of the house above the lodging house behind her as she made her way down. With each approaching step, (Y/N) could also feel the irritation she was feeling, hugging her ribcage in a tight iron-like grip, jealousy making her dead heart drop to her heels. The woman placed a surprised expression on her face and redied her jumps for when the matron would barge in the hallway. When (Y/N) turned around, she met the matron's blood-blotched face in anger and she dropped her head in a kind and respectful curtsy.

Mrs. Gordon was a woman in her late forty or early fifties. She was well-rounded and small—her form indicating the bearing of a trail of children in her prime years. But now, the smiling face had gone. A pinched mouth and piercing eyes were in its place that tried to read the information inside your skull every second—searching to catch you in a lie.

"I arranged so that your sister could sleep in your room for the time being. But she'll have to pay for her stay. It's not a whorehouse here." (Y/N)'s brows raised for a quarter of a second, too fast for the matron to see, at her assumption. But, of course, it wasn't called a whorehouse. However, God only knew what kind of things some girls did when the matron wasn't listening.

But what, sister? Thought the woman. Nervously, her now bare fingers met the ancient and heavy-looking golden locket shining at her neck as she started to fiddle with it. Still, she nodded, putting on a thankful face. She didn't have any plans with Esther, and Thade had yet to send her a letter about his whereabouts.

(Y/N) could try, but she couldn't see who was passing for her sister at this hour, so late at night, in this day and age. She didn't know many people, let alone women, with the same condition as her.

Anger rose in the woman's chest from the pit of her stomach until it burned in her cheeks, yet no blood rushed to her face. Contrarily to the matron, standing in front of her, whose cheeks were now a dark red. The matron's eyes were dark with fury. "Should it happen again, I would like you to be like every girl living under this house and tell me beforehand."

(Y/N)'s hand went to her head as she removed the pin that held her small hat attached to her hair. The updo was still tightly tied together, but the little green hat was all dirty from her walk from the school ground to the park. Leaves and small branches had caught it with the wind, leaving little trinkets of their passage there.

"Of course, Mrs. Gordon. It won't happen again." (Y/N) promised, flashing a kind smile to the woman before her. She passed her on the staircase to make her way to her room, and soon enough, the anger she was feeling was replaced by a strangling excitement.

It was refreshing, nearly cold in her insides. Contrasting wildly with how stuffy (Y/N) was feeling seconds ago with Mrs. Gordon. The lump in her throat was making it hard to breathe, or would make it hard if she'd need it. But at the same time, she felt like a swarm of bees had taken her brain hostage. Her hand could only turn the golden door handle from the red-painted door of her room before something cool caught her hand and pulled her inside. The door closed harshly behind her. The blur surrounding (Y/N) was the only sign of how fast everything was.

"I'm so glad I finally got to meet you!" A feminine voice whispered the words in her ear. Shock throbbed throughout (Y/N)'s body, rippling on her nerves like water disrupted by a rock.

The girl who hugged her was not letting go, and her emotions came crashing into the other woman's body, hard. A feeling of unconditional love overcame (Y/N); hot between her ribs, she tugged the girl closer to her dead heart. The girl before her was seemingly floating in a pool of happiness and comfort. (Y/N)'s head was swimming in dizziness she hadn't felt since she was still a human. Or at least, she didn’t remember feeling it in the after. Yet, even if she didn't know who the girl was, she let her out of her arms begrudgingly.

A warm feeling in the pit of her stomach made her uncomfortable. It was as if she should know the girl standing in front of her. Yet the fact that she could place her as someone she recognized brought the homesick feeling of being empty and in unknown territories more present. 

Even if she didn't need it, (Y/N) gasped. The overwhelming emotions still held her calm with the breath of air she took. The younger girl in front of her wore a bashful smile as they separated.

 The twinkling of her eyes made something burn with comforting flames in (Y/N)'s stomach. And the waves of uneasiness returned, colliding into her even harder. 

"I'm sorry to be this improper. I'm Alice." A hand extended in front of (Y/N). 

The woman assessed the one standing in front of her. They were nearly the same height. (Y/N) was about three inches taller than Alice. The younger woman had her dark brown hair cut short, pale like death herself, and her eyes were blood red, unlike (Y/N)'s, who had golden eyes.

"I'm..."

"(Y/N), I know." Giggled Alice. "I saw you months ago." (Y/N) frowned again. Her marble-like face went from calm to bother, like an ancient statue suddenly taking life, unmovable and fixed in a serious expression while she integrated all the information. The soft furrow of her brows and the pout of her mouth cooled the usual warmth of her face. Her hand loosened the grip she had on the other girl's hand. 

Saw her, had they met before? She asked precisely that.

"Oh, no. I'm like you, see. Well, not exactly like you, but I too have a... gift." So said Alice, a crooked smile tugging on her lips as she played with the hem of her dress.

It was a simple dress, a decade older and too big for the girl. As if she'd gotten it from a hand-me-down boutique. The dress seemed well-worn already, and the colour had faded a little. If (Y/N)squinted, she could see a hole in the left sleeve; Alice had stuck her thumb in it.

(Y/N) would have thought Alice was from the little people, a fae or something in the like of it if she didn't know better. Alice had hesitated on the word gift as if she wasn't sure it was the proper term to use. (Y/N) nodded, forcing a smile on her lips, and gestured toward the small table her room was graced with, placed between her bed and the large window. Alice smiled brightly, taking the seat she was offered before continuing her monologue.

"My gift is to see the future or at least a glimpse of what could happen if someone chose to do a certain action." 

Again, (Y/N) nodded. She wasn't sure to understand what the more petite girl wanted to say, but she tried her best, and for that, (Y/N) was not going to discredit her. She could see that the short-haired girl struggled to put in words what she was capable of doing, and the woman thought about how she would explain her capabilities. Not as eloquently as Alice, that was for sure. 

The woman undid her hair from the severe bun she had worn all day until this ungodly hour into the night. The ancient-looking, heavy golden pin that held it throughout the day came to rest on the table where both girls sat. It'd been a gift many years ago, and (Y/N) held on to it religiously. Alice was talking fast, so fast that (Y/N) wasn't sure she understood every word.

"How did you find me?" She asked, finally. Her finger ran through her hair to make sure any remaining knots would leave, letting the brown-ish locks cascade on her shoulders, covering the front of her dress. 

While she lived like a human, she wasn't exactly the most out-going person there was. Not only because she was relatively new in the United States and didn't know many people, but also because of what she was. And still, tension was still holding the world by the scruff of the neck. Nobody was as trustful toward strangers since the war. 

The woman had difficulty figuring out just what had given her out for Alice to find her. It did seem like Alice had followed her for a while. But how had she found her location in the first place? Even if the small, fae-like girl had the gift of prophecy, that didn't make (Y/N) any more tricky for any other enemies to find her too. Had she any enemies? Had she done anything to make some enemies? 

Alice seemed to see the other girl's concerns because a heaviness settled inside her, just on top of her lungs. (Y/N) could feel it too, and she took in a sharp breath. The sadness was a quick passing emotion and was soon replaced by sheepish guilt. The feeling of a feather slowly floating down inside of (Y/N)’s brain overtook her worries. 

"In my visions, you're always surrounded by small children, so I figured you worked in a school or as a nanny. I looked for signs that would tell me where you lived. Then, when I saw the name of the town, I took a train." The girl was decent enough to feel remorse about that last thing. It made (Y/N) giggle. Alice looked like someone's little sister, sneaking around to see who her older sibling would run around with.

She reminded her of Eliott. 

(Y/N)'s ring ornate hand came to play with the locket once again. She took in Alice's appearance. Passing the unmistakable vampire look and her petite frame, Alice -(Y/N) decided- was more beautiful than cute. She had a sharp look in her eyes, and her body was slim. Her hairs were cut unevenly, almost as if they had been forced over her by someone. Over her black dress, definitely too big for her, Alice wore a shawl covering her neck in the same fashion (Y/N) covered her left arm's wrist. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to own any jewels or make-up, so her face did look deadly pale, and she had no way of covering it.

Both girls talked in low voices until the sun made the sky look like a blood-soaked painting. (Y/N) learned what brought Alice to her near the end of the night. She saw that her future was intertwined with hers in one way or another. While they -well, mostly Alice- talked, the other woman decided something about the smaller one. She resembled a pixie. Her sweet but chaotic energy was refreshing in those after-war times when everybody was exceptionally sad.

"I should prepare for my day now..." said (Y/N) while glancing at the sky from the window. She felt Alice's sadness, but she made it look like there was nothing. Yet, the bittersweet taste that lasted on her tongue lingered. "We'll see each other tonight again?"

The question left (Y/N)'s lips before she could stop it, with the face Alice gave her and the sudden burst of butterflies in her stomach, the woman wasn't too sad about it.

"Can you show me where you hunt?" Asked Alice, her eyes full of stars. The other girl was taken aback. In Montana, the town of Kalispell was small, and while the forest was close by, (Y/N) had never hunted with people since she started feeding on animals instead of humans. And it had been years since she started doing so. She preferred to hunt alone and have her peace of mind.

The idea came to her when she heard her creator speaking about the letters. She was exchanging with a member of the Volturi who discovered it possible to survive by feeding on animals. While the process did not entice Azaria, (Y/N) was thrilled to find the new. But, of course, this was all before Azaria's fall.

(Y/N)'s eyes met Alice's once more.

"If you want to, I'm not against it." The small pixie-like girl smiled and opened the door of (Y/N)'s room.

"I'll meet you this afternoon after your classes then?" The young woman nodded, smiling gently as the smaller one skipped down the stairs. She flashed past Mrs. Gordon, who shot her a glare before eyes (Y/N), waiting at the top of the stairs. The angry look the matron gave her was significantly less than the emotion the woman felt. (Y/N) could swear she would die a second time by all the stuffiness she felt in her chest.

[gdcee]

i got a jaster x reader for u. that porny pizza delivery trope parody. where the lady suggestively goes "oh no i dont have money for pizza ;-)......." but the delivery man goes "then why the hell did you order pizza" then leaves with the pizza and slams the door. BUT with jaster and the true mandalorians and y/n, a small territory's governor ghagahhdk (totally okay if u ignore this if it was too much✌)

Y/N: I have other ways of making it worth your while~ -suggestive eyebrow-

Jaster: ...you’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?

Y/N: WHat? NoooOOoo -drops something and does the bend and snap- WhAt gave you tHaT IdEa??

Jaster:

[wizardofrozz]

WIP GAME

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Thank you for the Danielle!

I have more wips than I thought 😂

1. Clone exchange

2. Pirate Kix

3. Bad Batch 5+1

4. Commanders

5. CW Modern AU

6. Jaster

7. Hunter x OC

8. Fox/Jedi!reader

9. Brother Down

10. Ignite the Stars (ch.6)

11. W (meant to stand for Wolffe 😂)

I invite anyone else that wants to play as well! 

WIP GAME

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Thanks for the tag @rain-on-kamino

Oh boy. I have... a lot

Candy Girl re-write

Starlit Murder/Noir AU

King Aemond AU Part 2

King Aemond AU Part 3

Hairpin lore building

Western Siren snippets (HotD)

Western AU Kau'ra snippets

Triple Trouble

Triple Trouble OC rewrite

Vader x reader corruption fic

Just like Heaven

Honor Among Criminals rewrite/Mineshaft II

Prompts 6 and 7 Elaemond

Prompts 10 and 11 Fox'ra

“You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can’t spend the rest of mine with you.”

Wheel of Fortune chap 1

"Your taste in men is horrible" with Danny

Lingerie w/ Corrie Guard

Noir Kau'ra + Thorn prequel

Elaemond sex pollen

That's just the ones I could find I know I have more!

No pressure tags: @book-of-baba-fett @galacticgraffiti @samspenandsword @writingbylee @thefact0rygirl @purgetrooperfox @sleepingsun501 @rexxdjarin @wild-karrde @twistedstitcher27 @fett-djarin and anyone else who wants to because I feel like I missed people sdsfsh

[galacticgraffiti]

༒• Neyo's Masterlist •༒

So I've decided to start a Masterlist, just to keep things on the tidy side of the galaxy.

Blog Guide ✧ My AO3

Requests are closed.

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!!! NSFW / 18+ only/ Minors DNI !!!

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Kyreya

Commission by pinkiemme

Commission by sar-arts

Beautiful Art by Leo

Eya headshot and sketchpage by maygalodon

Eya at 79’s by crowbafett

Character Sheet for Eya

Ask Collection

Artwork for Eya’s best friend, CT Kad

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Ep. I: Meeting the Captain (Eya and Storm)

Ep. II: Closing Time (Eya and Raia and Marilys)

Ep. III: Soft Mornings (Eya x Marilys) - Explicit!

Ep. IV: The Fight (Eya vs. Brutus) - Explicit for GORE!

Ep. V: The Way You Taste (Eya x reader) - SUPER FUCKIN EXPLICIT

Ep. VI: Vode darasuum (Eya and Kad)

Ep. VII: A Mandalorian, a Clonetrooper, and a Smuggler Walk into a Bar... (Eya and Minnie and Kad)

Ep. VIII: Home in Dreams (Eya and Jaster)

Ep. IX: Ca'vod (Eya and the Nightsister)

Minretesh

Artwork for Minnie

MINNIE!!! by cala

Beautiful artwork gifted by turtle

Artwork for Minnie's first mate - Hanto

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Above the Skies - Chapter 1

Above the Skies - Chapter 2

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Oneshots sorted by Character various characters x reader

Link to my Request Masterlist various characters x reader

List of NSFW HC ficlet asks various characters x f!reader

Ficlet Collection various characters x reader

Dividers I

Dividers II

Poetry: Nuhoy'laar (Sleep Song) A Mando'a lullaby I came up with

Poetry: At'akaan ('To War') A Mando'a war song I composed

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✧⭒・ Liberation ・⭒✧ [WIP]

Elia Kane x f!reader

It's not a coincidence that you meet Elia Kane. But everything after that doesn't exactly go according to plan.

Chapter 1: The Fall (3.7k)

Chapter 2: The Temptation (3.7k)

Chapter 3: The Paradise (5.4k)

Chapter 4: The Sinner (7.6k)

Chapter 5: The Mercy (7.8k)

Chapter 6 [being written]

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⋇⋆✦ Veman'alor Masterlist ✦⋆⋇ [WIP]

Boba Fett x Reader

Boba hires you to be a live-in mechanic after taking over the throne of Tatooine. Soon, mechanics are not the only thing he keeps you around for...

Link to the latest Chapter

Read on AO3

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✧⋄ Mirde be Mand'alor Masterlist ⋄✧ [WIP]

Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader, Din x Reader x Boba Companion piece for Veman'alor from Din's POV.

Din Djarin arrives at Boba Fett's palace without a son and instead with a responsibility he is not sure he is ready for. Things take a turn when he meets Boba's riduur - and finds out that under certain circumstances, Boba is willing to share.

Link to the latest Chapter

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October Thots 2021 [Completed]

A collection of drabbles from way back when. Character depends on the fic, mostly clone troopers, my favourite bounty hunters and Mandalorians.

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꧁༻ Ad'ika Masterlist ༺꧂ [Completed]

Wrecker (TBB) x Reader Wrecker stumbles across you on Kamino and the two of you develop a relationship. Mostly smut, some semblance of plot for the soft feelings.

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Follower Celebrations

350 Followers ❥ Celebration Post ❥ Celebration Masterlist

700 Followers ❥ A Loveletter to Creators

1k Followers ❥ Celebration Announcement

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Projects on Hiatus

Vode Haran (Biker!Boba AU)

Cat're Shal 79's

[princessbatears]

The Interruption

The Crash Series #7

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Pairing: Werewolf Paz Vizsla x Female Reader Summary: As you and Paz arrive in town, the Wolf pushes him to ask you to be his mate Warnings: sexual feelings, language, anxiety Words: 1.4k

Paz has never been more grateful for his helmet. Now that the Wolf has chosen you, whatever self-control he had around his heart has been destroyed, and he’s certain he constantly has a stupid, love-struck expression on his face.

It doesn’t help that you and he must share Jaster as you continue your journey to town. You sit in front of him, your ass pressed into the crotch of his armor and your back against his chest and stomach. He has to force himself to keep a loose hold on your middle instead of clutching at you like he wants to.

To make him feel even more like a horny teenage boy, you’re also responding to the close proximity. He hears your heart rate pick up whenever an incline has you leaning harder into him and your skin gets warmer whenever he brushes it with his gloves.

The Wolf remains near the surface, demanding to know why Paz hasn’t confessed his feelings to you yet. You are everything both sides of him could wish for. But the animal part doesn’t understand that there are some difficult logistics to the union. Namely, that he is a Mandalorian bound to his covert and you are wholly devoted to your family’s farm. He can’t stay and he’s not sure you’ll leave.

“We’ll be there soon,” you say, your voice subdued. “The first thing I’ll need to do is barter Jaster.”

Paz frowns, confused. Why would you barter your only steed. “Don’t we need him for the return journey?”

“We’re going to have to walk. Everything I had to trade was taken, and I need flour and other supplies to last the winter.”

“But don’t you need him to plow the fields next spring?”

He hears you swallow hard, your distress rising.

“I’ll barter with my neighbor for the use of his orbak. I’m sure he won’t mind.” You turn to give him a smile that doesn’t meet your eyes.

Paz immediately feels like the biggest di’kut ever. He’s seen how little you have, but he somehow didn’t comprehend the long-term ramifications of what happened when that Rodian escaped. It’s not just that you’re going to be inconvenienced for the next week, it’s that you’re looking at severe hardship for the foreseeable future.

“That’s not going to happen,” he says firmly, putting a hand on your back. “I have more than enough to trade so that you can get what you need. If what I brought with me doesn’t cover it, we’ll go back to my ship and do another round.”

You shake your head. “I’m not letting you do that. I was foolish and I’m paying the price. You don’t need to clean up my messes.”

Paz huffs sharply, frustrated by your insistence you have do this all yourself. “This isn’t charity.” He pauses, deciding now is not the time to tell you that he wants to become mated to you. “You have been beyond generous with your resources and your time. I needed help and you gave it freely. Don’t rob me of the chance to do the same.”

You look at him with swimming eyes. “I didn’t give it to you freely, I made you clean my house.”

Paz can’t help it; he laughs. “If it’ll make you feel better, you can help me tidy my ship. It’s a pretty big mess after that crash.”

This makes you smile as you swipe the unshed tears away with the back of your hand. “Deal.”

Judging by where the sun is in the sky, the two of you will reach town well before moonrise. “Is there an inn or somewhere to stay?”

“Yeah, but I usually just camp on the outskirts. Lodging is expensive.”

“I’d rather stay at a place with a room. These old bones don’t like sleeping on the ground much anymore,” he lies lightly.

The truth is, you haven’t had a proper rest since you were attacked, and he’ll be damned if you don’t get at least one night with a warm bed before making the return journey.

“I’m not sure how much wildlife is available around there,” you frown.

“I’ll buy raw meat to eat. It’s not the Wolf’s favorite way, but he’s had four glorious nights of killing, so he shouldn’t complain.” Besides, the Wolf just wants to be close to you right now.

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Once you and Paz reach town, your first stop is the excellent butcher, who loads up a huge bag of steak and ribs. It costs so much you nearly choke, but Paz doesn’t seem fazed.

Then, it’s to your favorite Nerf stall to get yourself some fried tenders and vegetables. As soon as the container of food is in your hands, a giant gurgle echoes from your stomach.

Paz laughs. “You have the loudest belly of anyone I’ve ever met.”

Scoffing, you guide Jaster to take a right. “I’m sure yours is louder.”

“Not even the Wolf can rival that.” His gloved hand brushes your back lightly as if reassuring you he’s teasing. It takes everything in you not to lean into the touch. A day spent pressed into him has you addicted.

“Do you need anything for the night?” you ask to distract yourself.

Paz pats the large bag of meat. “This’ll do me.”

When the three of you reach the inn, you leave Jaster with the stablehand. “Rest up,” you smile, kissing his nose. This is the first time he’ll get to experience the pampering afforded the pack animals that stay here: a bath, lots of delicious food, and a cozy stable for the night.

Then, Paz leads you into the inn itself. He walks up to the clerk at the desk. “Two adjoining rooms, please. We’ve also left an orbak in the stables.”

The clerk looks uncomfortably up at Paz. “I’m sorry, but we’re quite full this time of year. If you’d made a reservation...”

Your heart sinks with disappointment. You didn’t realize how much you’d been looking forward to a hot shower to get the blood out of your hair. “It’s fine. We’ll get Jaster and go to the woods,” you say to Paz quietly.

“Well, ma’am, we have one room, if you can share,” the clerk continues hesitantly, his nervous eyes stuck on Paz.

Paz cocks his head at you questioningly. “Is that all right?”

Why not? The two of you have been sleeping under the stars together already. “Fine with me.“

The clerk exchanges the credits Paz offers him for a key. “Room 315.”

When you reach the room, you're shocked by how large it is—the size of your whole house. There’s a giant bed in the center, a table and four chairs in one corner, a sofa across from a large holoprojector, and a conservator for preserving food.

Your stomach lets out another giant growl that makes you both laugh. “Mind if I eat?” you ask. The moon will rise soon, but not soon enough.

“I don’t want to find out what will happen if you wait any longer,” he says dryly.

You sit on one of the chairs and begin to shovel food into your mouth. “Force,” you moan happily, dunking a tender into some spicy sauce.

Pulling out the chair across from you, Paz plunks his large frame on it. “Good?”

“So good.” With delicious food and an incredibly comfortable place to sleep, you’re feeling much more cheerful. “Thank you, Paz,” you say earnestly, “for helping me.”

He hums softly, the deep sound crackling through his modulator, as he pulls his gloves off. Then, his hand reaches across the wooden surface, gently wrapping around the one you’re not using to scoop up vegetables. Your heart skips a beat at the tenderness.

“I told you before that my people deeply admire women like yourself. I especially do. Me and my Wolf, we...” The callused thumb of his other hand brushes your cheek. “...want you to be my mate. I love you and want you as my life partner.”

Your eyes go wide.

But, before you can even process, he suddenly groans in pain, retracting his hands hastily. “Fucking moon!” And he bolts for the refresher, leaving you to gape after him.

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Thank you SO much for reading this story; I'd love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

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