#let's goooo angst!!!

[lucidrims]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . continued from here | @dysnomiias

          aiko would be lying to herself if she said she didn't expect this kind of answer from atlas himself. with a solemn, accepting smile, she nods, " you're right. nothing has changed, you're still you and i'm still me. " the stark reality of their situation still stands, yet she couldn't seem to shake off the warmth he brings to her life - one thing that has yet to be replicated. " what made you agree to hang out with me today, then ? was it just . . out of courtesy, or - ? "

[hyuuukais]

heyllo :3

can i request reader x chan? reader is overwhelmed but keeps it in because that’s what they see chan doing a lot of the time. but eventually it builds to a breaking point where the stress causes them to completely shut down. chan doesn’t know exactly what’s wrong so it might be cute if he just sits on the floor in front of reader and plays clips from a song he’s working on and asks for their opinion (by basically talking out loud to himself) and then after reader calms down they are able to verbalize they just need a human weighted blanket and to be told they are doing amazing and their efforts are not going unnoticed.

im fine. 🥲

just hold me, tell me you love me

pairing : chan x reader

notes : me vs the long title. anyway thank uuu for being my first request! i hope this lives up to ur expectations and can provide u some comfort 🫶 sending u hugs and love 🫂💙 sorry it's taken a bit long to get back to! kind of was getting this feeling myself and have been unable to write, but i think i'm getting back

warnings : reader is overwhelmed, mentions of anxiety, fear of opening up to someone, reader is called pet names (love, baby), reader breaks down

wc : 1.4k

All week there's been a growing pressure in your chest threatening to spill all over the floor and leave you a mess, lying on the ground with nothing else to give. Give, you've given all you can, and now that you're home, you can't do it anymore. You seek peace in the quiet of your shared bedroom, your boyfriend still at work in his studio.

Your boyfriend, who works hard day and night. Your boyfriend, who's loving and caring and sweet. Your boyfriend, who you're scared to open up to when things get really hard, because he doesn't share with you either. Although the relationship isn't fresh, going on a year and a half, there are still things you don't talk about. You don't want to burden him with your struggles when you've always been able to power through by yourself.

Fisting the sheets under you, you can feel the need to cry in your body, the hollow feeling in your chest and the tightness in your throat, but nothing comes. It's like your body knows you're too tired for even that simple of an action, for even one tear to slip. So instead, you sit the the blanket over you, face peeking out to stare at the wall with tired eyes. You can't sleep. If you close your eyes, you know you won't drift off and wake up feeling better, you'll just lie there for hours.

"Baby?"

Something spikes in you when you hear Chans voice ring out through the apartment, curling into yourself more. He shouldn't be home this early and yet, here he is, calling your name and wondering where you are; you're never in bed this early. Chan continues to call out for you until you hear the bedroom door opening quietly.

"Love?" Chans footsteps get closer, and you can feel the edge of the bed dip with his weight as he sits down. "My love..."

His hand brushes over your shoulder, but you can't face him. When you bring the blanket over your head more, he seems to get the hint, shifting to lean against the headboard next to the statue that is your body, unmoving and heavy. You can feel him fiddling beside you, and soon, a soft melody fills your ears. It's enough to distract you temporarily from the raging storm in your head, focusing on the beats, and when Chans voice comes through, it's like you can feel a sense of comfort washing over you. Although it's not enough to completely take these feelings away, you're grateful for what he's doing.

"This song has been giving me trouble," Chan comments over the music, sighing heavily. "I can't figure out if I like the chorus or not, and it feels like it's missing something in general, but I don't know what. What do you think, baby?"

Unable to answer verbally, but still wanting him to know you're listening, you roll around so you're facing him. He chuckles as you bury your face under his thigh when you see he's sitting cross-legged, the pressure on your face oddly comforting. Chan places a hand on your back, his arm resting behind your head as he rubs small circles over your thick layer of blanket. Another song starts playing after a while, another soft one, too. You relax under his touch, feeling the vibrations through his body as he hums along to this one and makes occasional comments about changes he'd like to make.

Exhaustion hits you like a ton of bricks, your eyes fluttering shut as he keep playing different songs and telling you all about them. Both of you are aware that he shouldn't be playing so much unreleased music, but all Chan cares about in this moment is you, helping you, calming you, loving you. The company will never know anyway.

"Chan," You whisper, voice barely audible. His humming stops and he pauses the music, looking down at your limp form with furrowed brows. Moving your head slightly, you're able to look up at him on an angle, the cool air of the bedroom breaching your blanket cocoon.

"What is it, baby?" Chan moves some hair from your face, leaving this palm to rest on your cheek.

"Can you just-" You clear your throat, one hand coming up to play with the hem of his shorts at his knee to calm you more. "Just hold me, tell me you love me?"

Without words, he shifts down to your level and nods. Carefully, Chan guides you to face away from him and brings you close to his body, your back pressed tightly against his chest. His chin rests on your shoulder, now enveloped inside your blanket as he holds onto you tightly, scared that if he let's go, you'll fade away. The thought of you being in so much pain, whether physical or emotional, is something he can't bear; he can't sit on the sidelines and watch you wither away. Neither of you speak as you lie there for what feels like hours, although it must only be a few minutes. The feeling of Chan's breath on your neck is oddly comforting, your own hands finding his arm around your waist and holding onto him.

Something about the way Chan is holding you, comforting you without the pressure of being asked what's wrong, has you finally breaking down. It starts small, holding back a few tears, but a few escaping despite your efforts. Then Chan shifts closer, pressing soft lips on the skin behind your ear.

"I love you, you know that? So, so much," He whispers, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he buries his face into your hair. "You're doing amazing, baby, and I mean that. I thought... I thought something might have been wrong, but I didn't know how to go about this. I'm sorry it got to this point, I should have asked. I want you to know you can always turn to me, okay?"

His words have the dam breaking and soon enough, the sobs ripping from your chest have you gasping and hiccupping like there's no tomorrow. You don't register the way Chan tries to soothe you as he pulls you around and into his chest. Subconsciously, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and roll his body onto yours, his head sitting in the crook of your neck. The weight feels nice, grounding, and you can finally hear Chan speaking again.

"Shhh, it's okay, you're okay." Chan whispers into the skin of your neck, one of his hands smoothing back your hair. "You're okay, I'm here, now breathe, alright? Breathe, baby."

He inhales deeply, and you do your best to mimic his movements. It's shaky, but you're doing it.

"Good job, you're doing great," Chan keeps his voice low as he speaks. "Keep breathing."

It gets to the point where you don't need to think about breathing anymore, your head throbbing slightly from the sudden outburst of emotion. Chan's body stays on yours, but he props himself up enough to look at you, his palm on your cheek and his thumb wiping away any remaining tears. You can barely look him in the eye.

All he does is stare at you with those pretty, dark eyes, but you realize there's a dampness under them matching yours. You open your mouth to question it, but he shakes his head, a soft smile on his face.

"I don't want you to be in pain alone ever again." His thumb continues to caress your cheek, even though the tears have dried. "I love you too much to let you go through that. Whatever's going on, tell me when you're ready, yeah? For now, just let me gush about my beautiful partner until they're feeling better."

You can't help the small laugh that escapes you as Chan surges up to pepper your face in kisses, saying praises in between each one. With every kiss, you can feel your face heating up until you try and cover it, but he just grabs your wrists and pulls your hands away. Eventually, he slows down, pressing one last kiss directly on your lips, and settles back onto you.

"Let's stay like this for a while," Chan suggests, knowing you need it, but so does he. "My favourite place is in your arms."

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─── taglist : @chaeryred @toplinelix @channie-143 @staysinbloom

[attic-club-sandwich]

How they are Handling your Disappearance Pt. 2

Side Characters edition!

Okay you guys wanted more angst, so here you go! lol A part 2 with the side characters was requested, so I wrote for Diavolo, Simeon, Luke (purely platonic), and Solomon. I left Barb out because i'm very unsure of his role as of right now in Nightbringer. I hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think! You'll probably need some tissues again so prepare yourself! lol

Read Part 1: Brothers

Part 3: MC Returns

Genre: Angst, Hurt.

Taglist: @delphi-dreamin @bite-sized-devil @sassykattery @amberrskiies @a-hidden-gem @obey-me-posts @otomefoxystar @siofrantic @flemmingbamse i'm also going to tag @yourboyhack @ihatecorns @cherrybakewelltea and @exrellian too since you liked the first part! MC's return will be next! :3

But if you want to be tagged in my future work please fill out this form!

rose divider by @/firefly-graphics

The brothers were the first to be aware of your disappearance, but the news traveled fast between all of the people who were closest and dearest to you. No one knew where you went, but they knew one thing for sure: they were doing anything possible to bring you back home. After weeks of searching every inch of the Devildom, it was becoming apparent that you were no longer in the same realm. This of course sent a new wave of panic through everyone. Where did you go, MC? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leaving?

❤️Diavolo❤️

If anyone should feel responsible for your disappearance, it’s The Demon Prince. 

He is incredibly perplexed and disturbed by the fact that his human exchange student disappeared right out from under his watchful eye. 

Diavolo usually has a very outgoing and joyous attitude, but it’s not the same since you left.

Instead, he becomes numb. Sad. Determined to do everything he can to find you.

Lucifer had come running to him in a state of panic, informing him that they couldn’t find you.

He rarely saw Lucifer act that way, so he knew it had to be serious.

He joined in on the search for you too. 

Barbatos tried convincing him to stay at the castle, but he couldn't just sit and do nothing. The peace between the human world and the Devildom is at risk.

After days and weeks of searching with no results, he becomes depressed.

He uses every connection, every resource he has to find you.

But he can’t.

Not even the most powerful being in all the Devildom can locate one human.

To disgrace not only the Devildom, but his Father… It's too much to bear. 

I’m such a poor excuse for a demon, how could I lose them so easily?

He sits at his office desk, staring down at the paperwork he’s supposed to be finishing. He's severely behind.

But instead of picking up the pen, his hands are clutching at his auburn hair as tears stream down his cheeks. 

Barbatos walks on him in this state several times.

The sight of the dark, heavy bags under the Prince’s eyes causes a pang of sadness in his heart. He longs to comfort him. 

But the Prince has become distant from him. 

He doesn’t understand why Barbatos doesn’t use his powers to find you in such desperate times. 

He’s confused. Angry. 

He orders Barbatos away, and rests his head into his folded arms, wishing you were wrapped up in them instead. 

Wherever you are, MC, I promise we will find you. We’ll bring you home.

💛Simeon💛

When Simeon learns of your disappearance, he almost doesn’t believe it. 

But when he’s forced to face the reality of your absence, he feels it deep within his heart.

His usual calm demeanor starts to crack, but he wants to stay brave for Luke.

He doesn’t want to scare the young angel. 

At first, he’s restless, pacing through the corridors of Purgatory Hall, trying to think of any way to contribute to your search.

But it’s been weeks. And still no sign of you. 

Now he sits in one of the arm chairs in his bedroom, gazing out the window. 

My little lamb, where have you disappeared to?

A book that he’s given up reading rests on his lap, his fingertips ghosting over the corners of the pages. 

He wishes you were here with him, sitting comfortably in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

His eyes well up with tears at the thought. 

Luke checks in with him often, bringing him updates when he can and suggesting they get out of his room for a while. 

He sits with Luke in a cafe for a while, nursing a cup of coffee while Luke chatters about all of the things he’s going to do with you when you return. 

This should cheer him up, but instead it sends a wave of indescribable sadness washing over him. 

It’s not Luke’s fault, of course. 

He appears to be handling it better than he is. 

Simeon, who normally thrives on the joy he brings others through conversation and gentle smiles, requests to be alone. 

He shuts himself away in his room, finally letting the tears fall. 

His heart burns with grief as his body trembles. 

As a writer, he figures the only thing he can do is compose a letter of his feelings for you.

MC, My love, please return home as soon as you can. Are you safe? I think of you constantly. Your absence brings a great sadness over me that I haven’t felt in quite some time. Even as a well known author, my words alone cannot express how deeply I miss and care for you. I love you, MC. I long to feel the warmth of you by my side once more. -Simeon

💙Luke💙

They try to go easy on telling Luke the news of your disappearance. 

The young angel knew something was wrong when Simeon sat him down, a serious expression painted across his face. 

“W-What?! MC is gone?!” 

His heart is full of sadness and confusion, worried about where you could have possibly ran off to.

You wouldn’t just leave him without telling him where you were going, right?

He tries not to think about that. 

So he puts all his energy into baking. 

Desserts and pastries of all kinds line the kitchen tables and counters of Purgatory Hall. 

Barbatos walks into the kitchen to see flour and a variety of different colored icing all over. 

But there is Luke, frosting on his nose and tears in his eyes, baking away. 

“I-I have to make sure there’s plenty of desserts for them to eat when they return!”

Luke offers several pastries for Barbatos to take to the brothers. 

He doesn’t usually take kindly to them, but he knows they are working hard to find you.

He eventually slows down, growing tired from his baking frenzy. 

Simeon goes to check on him, and finds the little angel asleep at the table, his head cradled in his arms and surrounded by a mountain of cookies he just got done baking. 

He stirs a little when Simeon carries him to bed. 

“M-MC…” he whimpers. “They’ll come back, right?”

He’s half awake now, aware of Simeon tucking him into bed. 

The older angel gives him a sad smile. “Of course Luke, they love you so much. I know they’ll return home soon.”

Luke sniffs, a tear falling down his cheek as he begins to drift back to sleep. 

“I-I miss them…I want them to try all of my desserts…”

Simeon wipes away his tears, attempting to hold back his own.

Luke begins to snore softly, dreaming of baked goods and picnics where you are there to share them with.

🖤Solomon🖤

When you first go missing, Solomon is confused. 

You were just with him, where did you go? Is this some sort of joke?

His worry causes the demon brothers to panic. 

Solomon is never too bothered by anything. He’s seen a lot of things in his lifetime. 

But when you go missing suddenly with no explanation?

That’s something that terrifies him. 

He hears the news from the brothers that your pact is no longer active with them. 

That worries him even more. 

He immediately jumps into action.

He searches the location of where you were last seen and picks up on lingering traces of magic.

That's odd, he thinks. He was proud of how far you've come with your abilities as his apprentice, but he knew this magic was way too strong to be yours.

This was the work of someone much more powerful.

Nonetheless, a flutter of hope rises in his chest. He's one step closer to finding you.

He analyzes the magic, and comes to the conclusion that you were transported through time to a past version of the Devildom.

Once he connects all the dots, he uses Barbatos' power to find you.

Of course, it takes a few tries, but he finds you. 

He let's out a breath of relief as he gathers you into his arms, squeezing you tight.

You sob into his chest as he holds you.

His poor, adorable apprentice. Lost and confused.

"There there, MC. It's going to be alright. We'll get you home soon."

But now he’s stuck there too, with no way to contact the brothers or Diavolo to tell them of your location. 

He could, theoretically return but he wouldn't dare go back to the present without you by his side.

Lucifer about murdered him already, and you desperately needed his help.

He secretly couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone.

But this will be interesting, he thought.

Let's see how this plays out.

[chamoemileclown]

The Wise Old Crow and Little Polar Bear read a book :3

[entomolog-t]

Bitten - Part I

What is this?? A written post?? My Bite Me size swap is finally up (sorta). I initially was going to post this all in one shot, but it got long so enjoy non canon Bite Me content 💕

I've been absolutely swamped lately, so hopefully me posting is a sign that things are finally easing up!!

Shortly after the events of Chapter 10 Aedes wakes up to a rather big surprise- or perhaps more accurately, a small one.

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13 @naive-bias

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Next Part

Word count: 1238

CW: Nudity (non-explcit/implied), Adult language

Warm hands envelope Aedes in a way that dances on the border of intimate and claustrophobic. His thoughts felt thick, almost sticky in his mind, as they struggled to flow. Those soft doting hands clung to him, overwhelming in their size, anchoring him firmly in place. He can’t move- but … was that really so bad? With his mind in a daze, he didn’t have the capacity to tell himself he hated it. Far from it… There was an undeniably comfort in the silken touch, warm in a way that surpassed intimate. Warm in a way that would melt pain from his chest, render flesh from his bones and put him together anew. Those plush hands dotted over him, filled him with life - with such vigor and… and- 

Want. 

So much want. 

He knew her taste, its memory, sweetened with time, dances on the tip of his tongue just out of reach. So did her name. What was it again… He’d seen it somewhere…

If only he could drink. He was sure he could find her name and so much more hidden away in that taste. 

From her hands, all encompassing in their grasp, he felt her pulse. The rhythm of her rattles his bones, shaking him to his core. Each beat moves him, yet he himself remains unable to do so- anchored in place by strangely sticky thoughts and firm hands. God, if only he could just turn his head. If only he could sink his teeth into her… have just the smallest taste- 

A drop. 

He would gladly drown in a single drop. 

If only he wasn’t stuck- if only he could be set free from their grasp. 

Then, all at once, he was. 

Falling. 

Without their warm embrace- their suffocating hold, was sent falling back-

Or maybe, falling into himself? Aedes awoke as the ground met his face. 

The fall, it seemed, had not been exclusive to the dream. 

Rubbing his face, Aedes feels the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Something was off. He grimaced- not at all fond of the strange stain the remnants of the dream, no, nightmare, had left on his brain. It left him with a strange chill on his body, as if he was yearning for the warmth of the dream…

Or… clothes? Aedes looks down, startled by his own apparent lack of modesty. Why am I… 

As Aedes moves to sit up, the strange realization is immediately put on the back burner as a much stranger realization takes its place. His stomach lurches as his mind struggles in vain to right itself. 

High. His stomach lurches, as if forgotten someway far below. Too high- Why was he so high up?? Vertigo hit him with all the grace of a car crash as he heaved- his very being ripped away from the ground and rocketing up by his own doing-  much too high much too fast.  

Slowly, on his hands and knees, Aedes blinks. 

The dizzying spin didn’t leave- but his breath certainly did. 

If he hadn’t so abruptly woken up he would have thought he was still dreaming. Cool morning air sent a chill over his skin from a window he could reach out and touch. Books fit for his hands lined the shelves he had so recently scaled. Clawed fingers traced the various knick knacks that should have dwarfed him… 

That, until this very morning, had dwarfed him.

How…

His mind scrambles to make sense of it all. He needed answers. 

He needed to know how this happened-

How could this happen?

But more than anything, Aedes needed to know how to breathe. 

Each shakily attempted breath felt stuttered, the tightening feeling in his chest constricting each and every inhale. His heart pounded wildly against his lagging lungs, yet it wasn’t the beat of his own that concerned him. 

Aedes' ears twitched, straining to hear the faint thrum, the slightest indication of something, someone, alive in the room with him. 

His eyes locked on the source in an instant. 

June. 

Her name finally finds its home on his lips- stolen from some hastily placed piece of ID left laying on her desk. June Murphy. 12 Oakline Road, Saint Mira Lake, ON. Born June 18th. 172 cm.  Aedes swallowed a lump of mixed emotions at the sight of her.  

Small… God she’s so small. 

And he… was not. 

Nearly buried in a mass of blankets and oversized clothes, June Murphy stares at the relative behemoth in front of her- mind reeling as they lock eyes.

This… This has to be a dream right? 

Yet she was all too aware of reality, having been jolted awake by the thunderous impact of what she’d initially assumed to have been … well, really anything but the reality that was staring back at her. A car could have plowed straight through her living room wall and it would have made more sense than what she was seeing.

Yet despite the unfamiliar perspective, she recognized him in an instant. The tousled black hair, the pointed ears… 

Those piercing eyes. 

Aedes. 

In an instant, he was on his knees, moving at a speed June found to be even more unsettling now that he loomed above her. The sight of him so close was… bizarre… Uncanny even. Sure, she’d technically seen him far closer, when he’d been… 

Pressed up against her lips… 

In the palm of her hand…

June’s face flushes at the memory. You really don’t get much closer than that… and yet… even at what must have been a foot or more away, she saw him far more intimately than when she’d… June’s thoughts wander off, far too entranced by the man in front of her to remain focused on anything else. 

Aedes was far more handsome than she had initially realized, and she’d already had quite the high impression of his aesthetics. His pale skin was smooth, bordering on flawless even at such a scale, his features were defined, a straight nose, distinct jawline, yet the edges had a softness to them, smooth in a way that seemed inviting- as if they’d been carved from marble. Her gaze lingered on the soft yet rich color of his lips, the realization that this man really wasn’t human hitting her hard- the knowledge that there were teeth behind such a pretty feature sending a shiver through her. Though none of his features held a candle to his eyes. Piercing and black, this stare bore into her… defile her, even…

June scrambles back, face hot. 

Aedes does the same, reeling back at her sudden movement, as if somehow seeing her move confirmed this was, in fact, reality.

Oh… A knot forms in his throat, She’s afraid of me.

He swallows, the act noticeably harder than it should have been. 

Of course she is, he thinks, unable to hold her gaze. She looks so… helpless.  His face grows hot at the thought, guilt, like bile, rises in his throat. 

Did she think he’d hurt her?

“Shhh,” Aedes hushes, hands reaching cautiously towards her, afraid she’d run off if given the opportunity. “Please… don't be afraid.”

He would.

As he reaches, Aedes’ eyes catch sight of his blacked claws. The sight freezes him in place, stomach churning at the thought of what he must look like to her. She had been terrifying. If this woman before him had been terrifying- what was he?

[mono-socke]

are you ready for some squip angst ??

imagine the squip turning human after the events of the play and getting assigned to stay with jeremy and go with him to school and everything. yeah? but the thing is, whoever made them human expects them to actually become social and make new friends and go out with others and stuff, but the squip literally knows no one but jeremy properly. and turns out, they're actually not social at all ! so they basically just follow jeremy around everywhere, only occasionally even talking to other people if they approach them first (which rarely anyone even does because,, why is that stranger here out of a sudden? and why are they following jeremy constantly? weird)

like, the squip is basically super dependent on jeremy, but he eventually gets sick of them. he endorces it for the first weeks or so, willing to play the role of a guide for them while they adapt to being a human, but eventually he is just getting annoyed by having someone follow/cling to him constantly. he just doesn't get why on earth the squip wouldn't leave him alone

jeremy also still doesn't fully trust them after the events of the play, and maybe he suspects them to plot another evil plan of some kind ? anyway, he ends up snapping, telling them to back the fuck off and leave him alone ('for someone who used to be obsessed with making me social, you sure are incompetent at it yourself. find yourself friends that AREN'T ME')

and like,, the squip just doesn't know what to do afterwards. jeremy was the only person they knew, they NEEDED him to exist properly (when they were a squip, they LITERALLY needed him to exist and have an objective and all that, and thus overtime they've grown really dependent on him, leading to the point it's an issue) but now jeremy won't even talk to them ?? they can barely funtion at all as a human, how are they supposed to do it without help ?!

(rambling over)

[numberfiveisback]

they're all crazy.

only sane one there is Cassie, but that sanity is hanging by a thread, and that thread is being sawed at by the other three kids.

[fir-fireweed]

Very broken indeed. You destroyed me. Thank you so much.

You’re welcome? 🥴

I apologize, but it had to be done. Just know that I hated writing it as much as you hated reading it. On a lighter note, the story does improve and it’s almost complete!

[the-kipsabian]

[theeyeofeverything]

Waaait a minute...

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIT A MINUTE

[haeroniel-doliet]

So I've participated in the Dinluke servers big bang 2023! Here is the first of three pieces I've made for this incredible fic by the very lovely @coriesocks! Go go go read it on ao3 "I know places (where we can hide)" and I hope you'll look forward to the art I made relating to later chapters too! <3

[kaiiscottage]

this left me a bit insane ngl

[where-dreamers-go]

"Sparks Of Rebels" Ezra Bridger x Reader -- Part Two

(A/N: We’re back! Soulmates have met and The Ghost crew are in hyperspace. Time for Reader to figure out what lies ahead on their journey and their time with their soulmate. This takes place during season four in this soulmate au; after episode four. For the sake of storytelling, I made up two planets and some Imperial officers. Warnings: minor angst, Star Wars lingo, and use of (Y/F/N) for your first name, (Y/L/N) for your last name, and (Y/N) for your name. Word Count: 2,289 words)

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Long hours of managing log books, messages, and events were lightyears behind you. Ahead was a bit of a mystery. An intriguing one. Your life could no longer be as repetitive. You had made a choice. As difficult as change could be, you were not alone. You had your soulmate by your side and a crew to guide your next steps. After speaking with Ezra for an extended amount of time in The Ghost’s pantry, your soulmate assisted you in another large step. He knew the others well and was eager to announce your decision to join the rebellion. You promised to help where you could and there were smiles all around. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen such a happy group of people. And all from hearing you’d stay. The smile that lingered the most belonged to Ezra. Even his blue eyes seemed to mimic stars in the sky, sparkly and full of hope. It was encouraging in more than one prospect. On route to Yavin IV, everyone settled elsewhere in the large ship. Sitting in the lounge, the hum of the ship was growing to be a comfort sound for you. Steady and calm. A chance for you to absorb the last few hours. Ezra had walked off with Kanan not too long ago. That left you to quietly observe the area and breathe.

It’ll all work out, you thought to yourself. Everyone will be all right back home and I…I’ll be a part of a rebellion. Rebellion. A word that held great weight. A position to be in, a movement to help others, you tried to fully wrap your mind around. It was more than an idea. Very much real. But where can I fit into all this? You slumped against the cushion. In your conversations with Ezra, you hadn’t discussed that yet. Home planets? Sure. Random interest? Yeah. Roles in a rebellion? Not so much. They’ll all be busy when we land at their base, you supposed. Shoes lightly tapping together, you knew there were a lot of unknowns ahead. It’s not as if they’re not welcoming. I just need to start getting acquainted with things…and people. Looking off to your right, you breathed in. The door in sight lead to the cockpit where Hera spent time in her ship. Maybe I could talk to her. She seems really nice. And I should probably get to know her first. I’m getting a lot of leader vibes. Plus I don’t know where anyone else is.

Pushing yourself off of the furniture, you made your way to the cockpit. Streaks and numerous blues of hyperspace lit the space. All was quiet after the door closed with a hiss. “Hi,” you greeted more timidly than you intended. “Hey.” Hera glanced over her shoulder. She gestured to an open seat. Sitting down on the seat to her right, you set your hands in your lap. The soulmate language, Ezra’s name, visible as your sleeve remained pushed up. A grounding and familiar reminder. You weren’t quite sure what to start off with, but you gave it a shot. Full honesty.

“I feel like I willingly threw myself into the deep end with no clue where to swim.” “That’s one way to describe it,” she said. “It’s a lot for one day. Especially after the week you’ve had.” “Yeah.” A lump in your throat formed as you shortly recalled being dragged into a cell. “They had no right to use you like that. The markings on your skin are your business not the empire’s.” Your gaze fell to your lap. “I’ve never even told anyone his name,” you admitted softly. “I always avoided the question.” You shrugged and added, “Guess that means they’re safer. Somehow. People back home. I can’t even warn them. It’d be saying too much even then and they’ll ask all kinds of questions.” You took a breath. “I’ve never been away this long.” “I’m sure they’re worried sick.” Panicking at this point, you thought. “Being separated from your family and friends will be hard, but you are safe now,” Hera reminded you. “I can promise you that.” Peering up to her, you saw honesty in her ocean eyes. You trusted her word. “Choosing to join a growing rebellion is serious. It takes a lot of heart and work,” Hera explained. “It can be dangerous too. We make sacrifices and step up when others can’t.” “You all came to find me…and you didn’t even know me. Barely know me now. I don’t really know what I can do to help.” You gestured widely. You didn’t see how your skill sets could fit in. “Stepping up and joining our cause is helpful. It might not seem like it at first, but every person counts,” Hera said firmly. “Even if they’ve only really worked retail and in the back of a confectionary?” Hera regarded you silently. “Does being organized help at all?” You slouched in the chair. “More than you think,” she smiled.

. . .

The cargo bay had been turned into a temporary meeting spot for the two Jedi onboard. Where conversations would less likely be overheard. Earlier, Kanan had subtly asked Ezra to follow him. Ezra wasn’t in trouble of course. The two had started talking about if it was safe or possible to send word to your family. They knew that would had been Hera’s next task if it was just their crew, but the rebellion couldn’t spare anyone for that task.

“Another idea or opportunity might present itself later.” Said Kanan. “Send a message directly to (Y/N)’s family?” Ezra offered. Kanan shook his head. “The empire might’ve confiscated or tapped into their devices. Considering what Dawes had planned…he might’ve taken other precautions.” The young Jedi groaned, “I didn’t think of that.” And (Y/N) won’t even know for sure if Dawes sent anyone to Triea Two, thought Ezra helplessly as he leaned against the metal railing. “Let’s just hope Commandant Dawes didn’t either,” Kanan added.

Sighing, Ezra rubbed his thumb over his jacket’s sleeve, soulmate markings hidden once again under the fabric. Markings that could be read by only one other person onboard. “I’m just glad we were able to find (Y/N) and get them out of there,” Ezra said. “But now it’s…almost weird — unbelievable — to actually be able to talk with them. It’s not just in my head. They’re here.” He took a breath. “But?” “That scanning device.” “Yeah. That’ll ruin anyone’s day with Commandant Dawes using it daily.” Kanan scoffed, unamused at the knowledge. “It’s probably a good thing he wants to do things his way. For himself. There won’t be hundreds of those devices distributed to other imperials.” “Maybe they’ll wear out. (Y/N) said the Imperial officers were very forceful with it.”

But if they didn’t do that, I wouldn’t have met (Y/N) so soon. It’s not the meeting I wanted. Not with the empire involved. It could’ve been worse. “They made it easy to find (Y/N). Trap included.” Kanan then added lively, “I’m glad your soulmate wasn’t the person we found in the cell.” “Right?” Ezra turned to the other Jedi. “Not gonna lie, I was scared your soulmate was a snob.” “Yeah… Meanwhile (Y/N) was forced to watch all the ships while Dawes ate cheese and was using them for his own gain.” “That…that was a move. Arrogant for sure.” “And crazy.” “Either way,” Kanan folded his arms over his chest with a smirk, “I’d say you made a good first impression with your soulmate.” A small smile curved Ezra’s lips. “You introduced yourself, didn’t run into anything, and you completed the mission. I’d call that a success.” As compared to what? Ezra mused to himself. “Yeah, but considering what we do…I kinda thought they’d had seen a wanted poster first. (Y/N) never searched my name on the HoloNet.” Kanan was quiet for a moment, humming in thought.

Does he think it’s strange?

“Seems like (Y/N) left it up to the Force. But you didn’t know what they looked like either.” Stepping away from the railing, Ezra shrugged in habit. “I may have tried looking them up when we were on our way. I couldn’t find anything right away. So I just made sure I remembered the layout of the building. I thought seeing them in person first would be better.” He smiled to himself after a second. “I’m really glad (Y/N) wants to stay with us.” “Me too. Knowing your soulmate is life changing.” Kanan replied with a growing smirk. “Who knows, maybe in a couple of weeks they’ll get the next spectre call sign?” Heat rushed up Ezra’s neck. Perhaps in time his soulmate would officially be a part of The Ghost crew. You could go on missions, give input, and share meals. You could be friends with everyone. Having The Ghost as your second home was a thought that made a pleasant warmth spread in the young Jedi’s chest.

. . .

If you had discovered anything in the past few hours it was that the ship you were in was huge. For a light freighter. You almost got turned around after heading to the refresher. By sheer will and determination, you made it back to the lounge…with Chopper’s help. That droid might have taken a moment to decide whether or not to show me the general direction, but Chopper did help. His laughter wasn’t too subtle though, you thought as you settled onto the couch once again. Before I know it we’ll be somewhere else. You smiled. We. A whole crew of people. Rebels and my soulmate. How lucky can a person get?

Hisshh The door on the left opened to reveal Ezra Bridger. He moved —

Thunk

“Ow.” Ezra hobbled for a step or two away from the door before straightening up. You covered a smile behind your hand. “Hey,” he waved as he walked over to where you were seated. “Hi again.” “Kanan just, uh, wanted to talk about the mission.” “Oh.” “Sorry to keep you waiting here all by yourself.” “It’s okay,” you reassured him quickly. “I went and talked with Hera.” “You did?” He interrupted. “She says there’s plenty of room in the old temple building for me to stay.” “Right. I mean,” he leaned against the furniture. “Can’t sleep in here.” He added quickly, “On this. You’ll be closer to the meetings and briefings.” “Not too far from The Ghost, though…right?” “No,” he answered before clearing his throat. “I mean, the base isn’t huge. It’s a walk to some area, but it doesn’t take forever.” “That’s good to know. And it’s safe?” “So far.” “Good. I think Hera has a few ideas what I can do.” His eyes widened, “Already? Wait. What kind of jobs?” “Jobs on the base.” Ezra’s shoulders visibly relaxed. Aww. “I’m not a soldier or fancy technician,” you added, seeing as he might be a little concerned of what your role may be. Sitting down on the cushion beside you, he smiled. “We could use more technicians.” Your eyebrows pinched together as you listened. “Like for equipment?” “Yeah. I can teach you how to repair a few things. Or rewire it.”

Leaning further back, you considered Ezra’s words. Sounds like a lot. Knowing how to do more than one thing is valuable. You pulled at your jacket’s sleeve. One thing at a time.

“It’s not so confusing once you get used to where the wires go,” Ezra added. Your soulmate’s caring nature became more obvious with each new element added to a conversation, large and small. One bit of information had been teased on your end, but you honestly forgot with thoughts of your immediate future. “I’ve been working in the largest confectionary on Triea Two for a few years now.” You almost chuckled as Ezra perked up. “I worked retail up in the front for about a year before they asked me to help out in the back office. We were short staffed and I’m…really organized.” “Office?” “Confectionaries have offices too,” you laughed. “It’s not mountains of chocolate back there. Well, no, there’s a lot. It smells amazing.” “Did you at least get to have samples while in there?” “I had a secret stash. Yeah. Especially for all the hours I went through logs checking deliveries of supplies we needed, when the next event was for catering, and a bunch of information. Contacts and messages too.” Your mind filled with memories of that small office and bright screens. Hope they remember about that celebration coming up, you thought as you pushed down the anxiety of the appointment. Can’t do anything about it now. Can’t do much with how much I’ve memorized either. Returning customers and businesses. All that. “Maybe it won’t be so different,” you thought aloud. “Well, I can’t promise you’ll like how the base smells.” You smiled in his direction. “Not that it smells bad,” Ezra clarified, hands gesturing in front of him. A small chuckle escaped you. “I believe you.” Your soulmate was truly like a breath of fresh air. New and familiar. A true comfort as you anticipated arriving to the rebel base. There would be much to discover; more about Ezra, his crew, their cause, and yourself. A whole learning experience. At least you wouldn’t be doing any of it alone. Blue eyes gazed at you calmly and curiously. Out of the hundreds of stars and planetary systems in the galaxy you managed to meet your soulmate in such a drastic fashion.

“Question.” “Yeah?” Ezra rose his eyebrows. “Do Imperials always get that dramatic around you?” Reflexively, his shoulders rose as he forced a smile.

~~~

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@lordcarlisle || Continued

"It's me, I'm here." Greg repeated, fighting to keep the distressed expression from his features at the sight of Harry tears.

He didn't know how he was still there, but he was so fucking glad Harry could see him. Something in the back of his mind told him this was a bad idea, it was just going to prolong Harry's pain, but he couldn't just leave him like that.

"I'm so sorry, love."

[kaeyachi]

THEY FIXED HIS MOND VISION

[circlemidnight]

Ras losing it and throwing every crackship at the wall because everyone else hates him and wont stop whining about their canon ships.

jeronicas: