#like saying myles flirted with him?

[theamazingannie]

Ugh Jordan is shady and not even the fun kind. Like he’s just manipulative and a liar and it’s not cool. I’ve always hated players like this

[vivacissimx]

I know you have analysed them a lot but what is your fav part of rhaelya? And what's a fic idea you would like to write about them?

oh Rhaegar & Lyanna are the reason I joined fandom for the first time, so you know my love for them is special 😅 as for my favorite part: I have probably talked about this before but I'm very touched by the concept of 'human connection in a hurricane.' It's about how chaos causes panic & panic can overwhelm us but it's true purpose is clarity. In the mire of asoiaf political intrigues and betrothals, Rhaelya represents that clarity. In general, I find Rhaelya to be more similar than not (for all the icefire chatting). What do you do when you love your father but he's the reason you can't go home? If the people who love you can't help you or save you, does that turn you cruel or empathetic towards the world? When do/don't we trust?

There is also the obvious which is that Rhaegar & Lyanna fall in together because the other is what they admire. It may seem like a random & sudden pairing but really there's a mirroring from the beginning. Rhaegar sings a song to an audience which doesn't understand—Lyanna cries for a reason her family doesn't get either. Their coming together is about hiding the Knight of the Laughing Tree's identity and in that moment they see each other. Lyanna jousts for Howland—Rhaegar does it for Lyanna. Ostensibly the latter are chivalrous acts (defending the weak/honoring the maiden) but because they're not performed within the usual paradigm as expected these actions are a) reviled and b) reveal what truly motivates the two: Compassion. Justice.

I am also partial to the complication of returns/how leaving a place that is no longer safe is a love story/the moments that beg you to run headlong into them and you, human as can be, make that choice. All of these are part of Rhaelya's story. It's true that Lyanna left her family who she loved. People will say ah she was young, she was stupid, she was blinded by Rhaegar's charisma; but again, this is a moment about clarity. About certainty. Justice is about what happens in the future. Lyanna ran to the future & left behind only those whose love mattered less than their ability to possess her.

Rhaegar I have recently longposted about so it's clear how I formulate him. On the Lyanna part I've definitely said this but basically once the war kicked off there was no way for him to transport Lyanna anywhere without further endangering her and/or him family with Elia—you need to understand that Rhaegar loved his children to understand him at all. That he loved his mother, his father, had seen them broken down & turn apathetic or even cruel towards the world. You need to understand that Lyanna represented a shining light of hope against this backdrop for him. I am also one of the people who believe that Rhaegar & Lyanna's sexual relationship only started after Brandon/Rickard were executed so clearly this is a complex but also painfully simple story about the human heart for me. I love people at their most human. Affirming people's dignity during suffering or crisis is an ethical duty I feel I have towards others. And GRRM did exactly that for Rhaegar and Lyanna, so how can I not love them? I'd ship Rhaelya if I was born in a small Bavarian village in 1753, etc etc.

As for the fic I'd love to write, there are two:

1—

Rhaegar riding through the Riverlands on his way to the Ghost of High Heart. He's with Myles Mooton, Arthur Dayne, Richard Lonmouth, Oswell Whent. They stop at the Inn at the Crossroads. Everyone's laughing and drinking, Myles is flirting with the one pretty barmaid while Rhaegar is ContemplatingTM—Bess is her name. Bess boasts about all the ladies and lordlings who stopped at their inn recently & gives a description of what sounds like Brandon and Lyanna Stark. They enjoy riding out on their lil horses. But, Bess says, the Northern lord didn't like the look of our little lordling so they didn't stay long & haven't been bacj. The girl was kind though! She gave a few coins for the boy after slipping away from her wroth brother. Suddenly, Rhaegar's tuned in and the little lordling is trotted out...

A toddler with black hair and blue eyes. Soon after, the plans change.

2—

Their first meeting including Rhaegar nerding out a bit over meeting a crannogman after Howland uses lite magic to try and help them escape. Benjen & Howland trying to take responsibility for being the KOTLT and failing. Lyanna not just a winter maiden but a stubborn Northern bitch hardened by winter (it's the iron underneath baby!!). Sussing each other out during a long silent stare down. Maybe somebody even cracks a Joke? That kind of thing.

OK long answer 💀 sorry but I can't help myself!

[starandcloud]

Drabble

A lil drabble that MIGHT be fleshed out-

This was originally going to be Y/N being a petty bitch but I also wrote this while overthinking that my boyfriend didn't love me anymore, so I 100% projected onto Y/N here

Like they're at school and no one knows that the twins are dating Y/N so this exchange student (I dunno bare with me please-) is actively flirting with Myles and Miles and it's really starting to piss Y/N off. Don't get me wrong, the boys are loyal and rejecting her advances. It was (42) Myles who noticed you getting upset first and literally walked away mid-conversation and sat in front of you. Crossing his arms on the desk and laying his head there.

"Mami? What's wrong?"

Which caught Miles' attention, making him come over and move a desk to face you.

"Cariño?"

Your face was tense as you ignored them. The twins looked at each other, knowing damn well something was bothering you but didn't know what. So for the next ten minutes they took turns pet naming you.

"Amor?" "Precioso?" "Ángel?" "Cariño?"

"Querido?"

They asked at the same time, which broke your vow of silence and you whined softly as they both smiled at you.

"What's wrong Mami? What's botherin' our girl?"

Myles asked, his voice soft and gentle as he gently held one of your hands.

"Did someone say something to you?"

Miles asked as he took your other hand, rubbing small circles into the back of your hand as Myles tightly squeezed your hand.

"Tell us Cariño, we can't help you if you don't tell us what's wrong..."

Myles said as he stared into your eyes.

"That girl... She keeps flirting with you... I-I don't like it..."

You said as you looked down as tears welled in your eyes. You weren't typically the type to feel invalid in your own relationship because of another person but... She was just so much prettier than you and was smarter too, the top of your class, so you couldn't help but feel invalid. You didn't notice the terrifying stares both boys gave the girl as Miles grabbed his and his twins bags as Myles grabbed yours and messaged their uncle something before leading you out of the room. It wasn't exactly like people weren't aware you were the twin's girl but they weren't expecting this. The two boys walked you to the office and Miles signed you out as a familiar car rolled into the parking lot. It wasn't until you were in the car and cuddled up to Myles' chest you realized who's car it was.

"So I heard you were havin' a bad day Y/N, everythin' okay?"

Uncle Aaron asked and you just buried your nose face in Myles' chest making the twins, and their uncle, frown. Myle's rubbed your back as the younger of the twins scrolled through his phone before leaning up to his uncle and whispered something in his ear. When the car rolled to a stop outside of a store and Miles slipped out of the car with Uncle Aaron. Myles rubbed your back and whispered sweet affections into your ear as he left soft kisses on your cheek and neck. Those soft actions made you relax into him, about twenty minutes passed and the car doors opened and slammed signaling that Miles and Aaron were back. Cuddling into Myles more, you nuzzled your nose against his neck and whispered.

"I'm missing math..."

Your comment made Myles laugh as he held you tight.

"We can get the notes tomorrow Corazón, right now. We're gonna focus on you, and how you're la chica más perfecta que he visto"

You blushed darkly as you lifted your head to pout but Myles captured your lips before you got the chance to complain. You whined softly until Miles gently pulled you away from his twin and kissed you as well.

And the bickering ensued.

"I wasn't done kissing her." "I don't care, you held her the entire time Uncle Aaron and I were in the store." "That's your fault for going in with him" "Uncle Aaron doesn't know what la Princesa likes."

Their bickering made you laugh and give them both a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"You two are adorable..."

You whispered out before Miles pulled you from Myles' lap, making you playfully scream and laugh loudly.

"Hey you three, don't be causing to much ruckus, it's a distraction to the driver"

Aaron warned and the three of you obediently nodded. The rest of the ride was more or less quiet as the twins took turns kissing your cheek or neck, they weren't to picky, and telling you how perfect you were.

[allsadnshit]

i wonder how you met your husband? he sounds like the sweetest person! i sometimes wonder if i’ll ever find a good guy but even if i don’t i would be happy on my own, i think. feel free to ignore this if it feels invasive!

met him on tumblr when we were 17, followed each others blogs platonic for years just as mutuals never planned to meet, exchanged some books recs and spoke very casually for long time. fast forward to 2020, horrible break up lost all my friends sickest i'd ever been in my life before getting my diagnosis, and quarantined because of covid alone in my house which gave me like 2 months to think about my life uninterrupted by the temptation to push my feelings away or "cope" through socializing and overworking as i originally wanted....

decided after watching romance movies from my childhood for weeks and reading "all about love" and "little weirds" and crying every day for months over just general emotional and physical pain I hadn't processed for years that I shouldn't bother trying to date casually ever again and that the next time I am involved with someone it will be someone I think is so amazing that it would either result in marriage or destroy me, no more safety nets or plan b situations which had drained me and made me think love wasn't real and I abandoned all I wanted to cope.

Decided Myles was my ideal dream boy even though we didn't talk anymore, he was still my most prevalent crush so I dm'd him when he told me he liked my new birkenstock sandals and I flirted saying maybe we could wear birkenstocks together and live on a farm and then we both immediately realized we had had mutual crushes on each other forever and just neither had considered doing anything about it cause we lived in different cities

we started texting every day all day and sending voice memos, he bought a car to come see me about month later for the weekend, we met at 1 am outside a house I started renting the week before ( I had no furniture except my bed) and we told each other we loved one another, stayed up all night, spent all day together then the next day before he had to drive back to philly I was so constipated he had to drive me to the ER cause I thought I ruptured an organ.

He came back to stay for a full week a few weeks later, we decided we would leave our old lives behind to be together, and I decided to get diagnostic surgery so I could move forward in my life after being stuck for so long, so he moved in with me for 6 months ( during which we got engaged) in pittsburgh while I had surgery and recovered and finished my short lease then we moved together to philly

that's how we met

[sometimesrosy]

The 100 liveblog ep1.11 The Calm

I am behind folks. So sorry. I don't know how I got so behind. I mean. I have a hard time getting to watch so I guess that's it. And when I'm done with the finale I have to watch Shadow and Bone before my next book assignment.

High Stakes. The Ark is dying. The Grounders are coming. Finn got dumped twice. Lincoln is leacing.

Out in the woods two days later Bellamy and Clarke are looking for the attack, knowing it's coming. Bellamy is looking at her. LOOKING at her. He's already fallen but acting cool. Clarke is feeling bad about being a warmonger. The Ark is radio silence. Bellamy thinks they ran out of air and it makes him feel guilty.

Clarke still thinks Abby was on the exploded exodus ship. (which we no know was blown up by Mount Weather, but they didn't know that storyline yet.)

Oh Kane is getting air from a vent. A little echo of s4 when the delinquents make it back to the Ark and the air vent saves them. That's the same window that they'll have later although I don't think that Kane is in the same section as the delinquents claim later.

The delinquents are in the smoker and some jackass callsher the grounder pounder. And Murphy defends her. The beginning of his redemption? Not quite, cause he still has some nasty actions coming, but the beginning I think.

Ew. Finn is flirting with Raven over the bullets. And Raven is being all cool. Finn is acting like he knows her so well and like it's a way to get back in her good graces. And she can't let him go. Screw him Raven honestly. He doesn't deserve you. "I just want you to be happy."

AND the smoker is up in flames. Because that dick didn't listen to Octavia. Murphy beats him up. "Save it for the grounders," Bellamy says. "THAT WAS ALL THE FOOD." O. Because they don't have enough against them.

Clarke says they need to hunt. B grabs her wrist. "With the whole army out there?" They need food, so B sets out hunting teams. Finn tries to go with Clarke. "You're lousy with a spear but you're sneaky." Ew. Finn is being condescending to the kid who invited Clarke to hunt.

B asks Raven for more ammo and Raven is bugging out. B says she can't leave. B stops her. 'You came down here in a pod you rebuilt yourself. You made a bomb out of a tin can. What else do you have in that head of yours?" She comes up with radios. "See we need you. You. may be a huge pain in the ass but we need you." YEs actually Bellamy is a better romantic choice than Finn. Jasper is. Clarke is. Hell, anyone is. Murphy is. Honestly. Give him time.

Oh back on the Ark, Kane finds Wick with his arm stuck in a door. What a dick (that actor.) He ruined the character. There was a hull vreech in engineering. They were betrayed by Sydney, stole the exodus. "What a bitch. My mom voted for her." He doesn't look that young honestly. Mid twenties, not going on about his mom. But Wick is funny. Kane is suddenly interested in survivors. Which they find. A whole bunch of them.

Myles Finn and Clarke tracking... but are being hunted. "I don't see anything," Myles says. Famous last words. He's shot by an arrow. Finn is like, "We gotta leave him." Dick. Always trying to leave kids behind.

Anya gets Clarke.

Kane and Wick kibbitzing. Worries about air. The cooling air is a message. He thinks theeres someone in earth monitoring. Wick thinks he has apoxia and his brain is going wacko. lol.

Anya Clarke and Finn. Oh the kid who can't breathe. Anya threatens her. Help her or Finn dies. That's fine. Promises promises Anya. Too bad you didn't live up to that one.

Oh yeah. It's Jaha in Earth Monitoring. He says Kane is too stubborn to die. Sinclair is rerouting air to the mess hall. And Jaha is saying he's about to run out of air. All right Jaha that's fine youre suicidal we know that, but I know Sinclair isn't so you better work harder at staying alive.

I have resentments against certain characters that make me biased. Have you noticed? lol.

Kane sends Wick out with the people so he can get Jaha and Sinclair and is reisking his life. Wick won't let him do it alone. The people come back to help. Why couldn't they do more of THIS. This working together to help everyone out. Because that's true to life and true to the story, instead they have to be like NAH WERE ALL MOBS ONE SECOND A WAY FROM EATING EACH OTHER. Ugh so sick of grimdark.

Clarke realizes that the kid injured is from the bomb on the bridge. Finn looks guilty because he thought his peacenik thing was safe against bridges.

Monty has found the radio. He says something is jamming the signal. He's trying to find out why the dropship crashed. and contact the ark. Raven tells him the ark is a hole in the sky. Monty is sad about his family but Raven needs the radio for the battle com.

Clarke and Finn don't come back with the hunters and Raven feels sad and jealous. :What's it been a day and a half, she says to B. "You're mistaking me for someone who cares." Now Raven is stripping. Where else would this scene come in but it seems and awkward time, doens't it? Her seduction seems rather aggressive and angry. "If you're looking for someone to talk you down. That you're just upset and not thinking straight, I'm not that guy." yeah you are Bellamy. You just did it. IT didn't stop either of you but okay. Again. I like braven better that finn and raven. They're better as friends but still.

Clarke is still trying to save the kid. Scalpel. blood. sticks a little tube into her chest to release pressure. Anya hits Finn. Hit him harder.

Kane gets into Earth monitorng and gives oxygen to the survivors. "I gave you an order. You are bound by law to follow." Jaha

"The people in this room are our best chance at survival."

Clarke "How could you send a little girl into battle."

"She was my second." "You put the bomb on the bridge. You did this to her." AGAIN. I attack you. You fight back. Therefore it's all your fault.

There was absolutely no examination of this train of thought it was taken as correct. No one ever said. "If you didn't attack us, you wouldn't have been on that bridge would you?"

No raven fucking B doesn't help your heartbreak. that's not what sex is for.

WHO WAS IN THE SERVICE BAY WHO CLOSED THE DOOR???

Shall we guess?

It's Abby isn't it?

Kane has to try to save them.

Clarke trying to save Tris isn't exciting when you know how this storyline ends. It's not about character. It's about stupid grounder society and violence and pointless warmongering. And yes, how Clarke gets them out of it. But it's interesting the things I'm interested in watching and the things I'm not. I am interested in what's happening on the ark.

Also Clarke's fear that they'll kill Finn is horrible to see. He's such a freaking creep. But they don't even kill him. And Clarke is so terrified for him. He's not worth it.

Wick making jokes is good though. We really need that comic relief. "When you die can I have your shoes?" Damn I'm so mad at that actor for being a dick.

Raven realizes that Clarke and Finn didn't run off together but were with another kid and all of a sudden she's like OH they WEREN'T hooking up. For a smart girl she's stupid about finn.

Kane crawling through a tunnel to hear clanging. OH Shades of season TWO when Abby is crawling through a tunnel with clanging to save Kane from the cave in after Mount weather drops a bomb on the village. Call back. Or call forward.

The first Kabby cuddle.

The warrior (nice voice) is telling Clarke that Anya won't kill Clarke because they need a healer. He tells her that by tomorrow the delinquents will be gone. She asks about the kill scars from combat. Asks how many he has. He opens his armor. "And half were after I hurt my knee." She kicks his knee and stabs him in the throat and holds her hand over his mouth while he dies. "Shh."

I'd say that's her first kill. Not mercy kill. Kill kill. The other was being a doctor.

She has crazy eyes.

Raven and O. "This morning I was thinking how much easier it would be if Finn was just gone." It would be. We wish it had happened that way. Bad things would have been averted.

Monty's signal disappears. He was trying to tell them there was a weird signal.

They find Myles. He says grounders took Clarke and Finn.

Bellamy is getting a lot more caring. "Raven I'm sorry." Now he realizes Monty is gone too.

Clarke running through the woods.

She gets caught in a trap slinging her through the trees.

I mean, not for nothing, but HOW IS THAT ALL CALM???

[bylightofdawn]

I made a secret New Years resolution with myself that I would try and write something, even if it's only a few sentences a day in hopes that I could get back into the swing of fanfic writing. So I've been writing maybe a couple hundred words a day and I've made some progress into my next Jaster/Plo Koon fic so have a snippet in celebration of the fact I am slowly writing again.

For context, this is after Jango gets stabbed and is rushed to the Halls of Healing for emergency treatment. Myles was the one who accompanied him into the Temple and they are met by a young Mace Windu who is very cute, and extremely kind, if Myles wasn't worrying about Jango potentially dying on his watch, he'd probably be flirting up a storm with said very collected and mysteriously aloof Jedi.

This scene happens after Myles finishes cleaning up and features Mij who is one of the Cuy'val Dar from the Rep Comm novels because it's my spaghetti AU and I make canon my bitch.

Also? There are so many M-names in this scene it is the most awkward read ever but I'm kinda committed to the bit at this point, yanno?

As always, this is super rough and prolly has mistakes cause it's now 1am.

Their Jedi escort was standing there in an easy resting stance which somehow looked relaxed despite his ramrod straight posture.

His eyes widened almost imperceptibly in poorly masked surprise when he looked at Myles’s still bared face and the Mandalorian chalked it up to surprise at seeing a <I>Mando’ade</I> without his ever-present helmet on. 

How often did a Jedi get to see a Mandalorian who didn’t feel the need to be fully armored up head to toe in beskar’gam?. Myles met the Jedi’s eyes and fought back a smile.

“Apparently, our compatriots are going to be delayed. Would you mind showing us to the waiting room? Mace, was it?” 

“I would be happy to. This way if you please.” He indicated the hallway Jaster and Plo had disappeared down. Mij grunted in thanks and headed that way, not overly keen to wait for their Jedi guide but then again, the man probably had a better chance of navigating this maze of a medical wing better than all of them. 

“I’m Myles, by the way. I don’t think it’s on the other’s mind at the moment, but we really appreciate your people treating Jango.” He said as he offered his hand to the Jedi. 

After a moment’s hesitation, the other man reached out and grasped his in a firm shake. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Myles. I wish it were under better circumstances, but your friend is in the best of hands.”

“We won’t tell Mij that.” Myles mock-whispered conspiratorially and a brief flicker of amusement that flit across the Jedi’s face rewarded him.  

“I take if he is your healer?” 

“Medic, we don’t really have those fancy force healing powers but he’s the best medic I think I’ve ever met.” Myles admitted freely. “Though don’t tell him I said that. I don’t want to inflate his ego.”

“You two do know I can hear you right?” Mij snarked and shot them an exasperated look over his shoulder. 

“I forgot you have ears like a Rodian.”

“I can still hear you, shabuir.” The medic asked crankily. 

Myles just made a rude gesture at Mij before he clapped Mace on the shoulder with easy camaraderie. “He’s a little crabby because we’ve kept him up past his bed time.” He said with a smarmy smirk in Mij’s direction. 

If he’d been trying to get a rise out of the Jedi by invading his personal space, Mace didn’t seem to notice or bat an eyelash at him. Of course, considering he’d been crechmates with the likes of Kit Fisto and Eath Koth, he was used to such easy affection with his friends even if he wasn’t nearly effusive in his affections. 

“Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?” Mij demanded and then perhaps as a concession to the fact Mace probably did not know what he was saying, he swapped back to galactic basic. “I’m not that old.”

“In body perhaps but in spirit, you’re practically ancient.” 

“Only because I’m forced to deal with di'kutla nerfherders like yourself, Myles.” 

“You know you love me, Mij.” 

“Like one loves a gnarly case of genital warts.” 

There was the barely there huff of air from the Jedi when his composure broke and something akin to a snort of laughter broke loose. In better circumstances, Myles might have counted that as a victory and would have felt cheered immensely but as it stood, all the banter in the world couldn’t completely shake the worry from his mind, especially not when they reached the sterile-looking waiting area. 

They’d decorated it in a soothingly neutral color palette and the seating definitely looked a cut above just about every other waiting room he’d spent time in. Gods knew he’d spent some time in some truly sketchy hospitals in his time but it still held the cold sterility all medical wards seemed to exude and all levity left his mind. 

Mij somehow looked even more dour as he pinned their Jedi escort with a look. 

“Is there a place I could observe the surgery? I’m assuming that’s where the Mand’alor and Master Koon are?” 

“That is typically reserved for next of kin but since you are the Mand’alor’s personal medic, I’m sure the healers would not object to an exception being made.” 

“Huh, ‘personal medic to the Mand’alor’? It looks like my star is rising, Myles. I have a new title and everything.” 

“Just don’t let it go to your head, vod” 

“Will you be staying here?” Mace asked him and Myles’s face went tight with dread at the prospect of watching someone he regarded as a kid brother under the knife. He was as comfortable with violence as any other True Mandalorian but I did not want to see Jango’s insides on display.

“No, I’m okay here.” 

“Is there anything I can get you while you wait? Some refreshments perhaps?” Mace hadn’t been assigned to wait on the Mandalorians hand and the misery that was bleeding into the Force around the other man was impossible to ignore as was the slightly lost look in his eyes so he himself moved to kindness and stepped beyond the simple bounds of his assignment. 

“I’m good, I don’t think I could stomach anything right now.” 

“As you wish.” He made a mental note to check in on the Mandalorian before he returned to his quarters for the night on the off chance he needed something or needed some company. No one should have to be alone in a waiting room without the support of friends or family.

“I will show you to the observation room.” With that, Mace showed the medic to the door that would lead deeper into the surgical ward and they left Myles cooling his heels in the waiting room.

It was going to be a long night.

[hallowcked]

Myles was prepared to say that his answer wasn't good enough. He could have still fucked her without cumming in or on her. However, he decided to give it a rest before Quinn thinks he's just complaining, or gay. It wouldn't be the first time his sexuality was questioned due to his smaller hitlist. While Quinn and their friends were used to beautiful women throwing their tits at them, Myles didn't have the same advantages. Girls weren't lining up for a spot in his trailer. Which is why if he did like someone, he had to lie to them. He'd say he was a successful music producer and staying at a hotel. Which Quinn would rent for him. He was actually a really good friend, but it hard to admit that while banging his girlfriend. It was easier to think he deserves it somehow.

"Aright, alright, if we hit it off then I'll bring her. But before I say anything, what did you tell her about me? Anything? She doesn't know I live in a lunchbox, does she?" He was already surveying the room, wondering if he could spot the girl with the big porn star breast. The last thing he wanted to do in the process was upset Monica by flirting with someone in front of her but, luckily he couldn't see her either. Maybe Quinn was finally right and she was powering her nose. "Also, who else is coming on the yacht? Is it going to be a whole party? Because maybe I can DJ it. That producer you hooked me up with was a dud. Now I'm back to square uno."

It wasn't much, but Myles even agreeing to give this chick a call was off to a great start. It may not always seem like it but, Quinn truly does have his best friend's best interest at heart. He wouldn't set Myles up with someone who wasn't worth his time. Or who he didn't like because it was inevitable that if they hit it off, he'd be seeing more of her. Which is another reason why Quinn didn't fuck her first ( even though he wanted to ). He couldn't risk screwing some other girl at a party Monica was also at and risk it getting back to her. Not that he hasn't before but, he was trying to make their relationship work this time around. He loved her in a way that only Maddoxes could. Selfishly, provocatively, and possessively.

"You'll be thrilled to hear I didn't cum in her first. Or on her. I'm not that crazy." It may sound hard to believe but it's the truth. And Myles would know because no matter how psychotic Quinn claims to be, he was always honest and upfront with his best friend first. That's what made them so close and, practically like brothers. "You're dipping out of your own party early? Ah, fuck you man!" Although he's disappointed, which Myles already knew, he didn't mean it. Myles was still his boy even if he decided to call it a night. "Fine, you can go close the night in on yourself but definitely go talk to this chick before you do. I promise, she won't let you down and neither will I." Rarely, did Quinn make promises to Myles he couldn't keep. "And ay! Text me tomorrow. I'm taking my dad's yacht out for the day. You can invite the chick to come with you if you want."

[amor-immortalem]

Replaced

Genre: Heavy Angst, Angst with a somewhat happy ending.

Warning: The following piece is my take on the replaced! au with Arella. Dark themes lie ahead. If you are triggered by feelings of abandonment, suicidal ideation, or outright suicide, this mini fic is not safe for you to read. Please continue at your own discretion.

A/N: I did it guys! I actually managed to break myself with this mini fic by digging into my own abandonment issues. It was fun- cathartic almost. Please enjoy! Also, spoilers for the lesson 16 incident.

What does it feel like to be replaced? If you were to ask Arella, she’d say it felt bitter and painful. Like someone was holding a white-hot branding iron to her stomach and pushing it in to the point it ate through all the layers of her skin and was now searing through her stomach or like someone was rubbing salt into a open, festering wound.

When Diavolo had announced to the other student council officers that a new exchange student would be joining their ranks, Arella was excited- especially when she found out the new student was a female- there was only so much Arella could talk about in a house full of men and one genderless individual that they would understand, all of them having been assigned male at birth and whatnot. So, another woman among their ranks would be a breath of fresh air for her. And it was for a time being- until the brothers had taken favor to this new human.

It started within months of this new exchange student arriving. One by one, her favorite demons started hanging around her more often. It wasn't like Arella could be mad at them. This human was novel and oh so different from Arella. She was everything Arella was not, from her blonde hair to her well-developed body- even her height, which matched closer to the brothers. She was everything human world media told a girl she should be. She even looked like she fit in with them- having taken to the Devildom like a duck to water even without being able to use magic.

Arella wants to be angry with this girl, but she can’t. This girl, named Melissa, was so sweet it was almost enough to make Arella sick. She was smart, innocent, and -above all else- selfless. It was apparent the boys adored her immediately. One by one, Arella was losing them to the charms of this new girl. The first to go was Satan, clearly smitten by her love of books and knowledge of obscure but very talented authors. The second to go was Asmo, often taking her out to clubs or on long shopping trips that often lasted well past curfew. And just like that the other brothers started to follow suit. Game nights between her and Levi? Gone. Drawing up budgets with Lucifer? Not anymore. Going out with Beel to cafes? Not in her wildest dreams. Naptimes up in the attic with Belphie? Hah! Fat chance. The last and most painful to pull away was Mammon- her first man. The one who swore he would always be there for her when she needed him. And oh how she needed him.

Just like when Arella had first come to the Devildom, Mammon was given the task of watching over Melissa by Lucifer. At first Arella tried to justify it as Lucifer worrying about the girl’s safety as even though his brothers had gotten better at controlling themselves, they still had their moments.

As time went on however, she started to notice the little things. Missed movie nights between them, date nights often forgotten about in favor of showing Melissa his favorite spots around the city, the loss of any physical intimacy. Soon, he stopped seeing her all together. Things that she and Mammon did together were now reserved for Melissa: casino trips, movie nights, pranks on Lucifer that would have the eldest chasing after them, running around the city until it was nearly what could considered to be the Devildom’s equivalent of dawn. She knew he was completely gone when she walked down to the dining room for supper one evening and overheard them just casually flirting. Mammon didn’t even make any attempts to dissuade Melissa’s advances. He remembered he actually had a girlfriend, right? Right?!

Or were they even a thing anymore? It had been months since they’d spent any substantial time together outside of classes and even then, he’d moved seats to sit closer to the new human. He’d either ignore her texts or straight up just ghost her altogether. As she listened to them, she had to push down the possessive tendencies that tried to force their way out of her. She pushed them back down into the flimsily locked box they had always been contained in and burying them down in the deepest parts of her mind, forcing herself to accept that she was no longer wanted- no longer loved by the family she thought she’d found. She returned to her room for the rest of the night and for the first time since the initial weeks after arriving here on her first visit, cried herself to sleep.

The next time she interacted with any of the Avatars, it was Lucifer ordering her off to school telling her that she had better not be late and tarnish the good name Lord Diavolo and the exchange programme. Arella only nodded and promptly left the house, not even bothering to finish her morning cup of tea. The walk to school was lonely, Mammon had left earlier with Melissa and it was then, with a broken heart, Arella decided she would leave them all to their new toy. They wouldn’t bother her. They didn’t need her. At least she had Solomon and the angels, didn’t she? No, it didn’t seem to be the case either judging by the mass of unanswered texts.

As she entered class, Arella took her usual seat only hoping Mammon would choose to sit with her for once, would just choose her for once in general. But it wasn’t meant to be. Of course, it wouldn’t. Why would he bother to choose her when there was someone who was much better for him than her? Someone who wasn’t selfish or possessive or... or... worthless... She subtilty looked over her shoulder to watch as they cracked jokes and laughed together and she felt tears pool in her eyes- heart aching at the thought that she would never have that again and the sweet memories she’d made with the demon. The spot she once saved for him was now taken by another demon.

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Two months more of this- it had been eleven since Melissa joined them. None of the brothers even looked Arella’s way anymore- often forgetting she lived in the house with them in the first place. When she tried to reach out to any of them it was Melissa needs this or Melissa and I are doing this, so she just stopped. She stopped eating, stopped taking care of herself save for basic hygiene needs. No one came to check on her. There were no texts, no calls, nothing. They’d gotten all they wanted out of her and now she was like a cast aside doll. She thought about reaching out to any of them but decided against it. They were demons and she was just an insignificant human. It's not like they actually cared and Arella was a fool for allowing herself to entertain the thought.

She should just go home. But where was home? The human world held nothing for her to return to. Sure, she had that degree in biochemical engineering to fall back on but after having a taste of true happiness, would she even enjoy a life doing that? Maybe she could just go back to her original plan. The plan she had made when she first signed on to the exchange programme. 23 years was certainly long enough to experience everything life had to offer, right? She always did tell herself if the year on the exchange programme didn’t work out, she’d end it all. The idea was sounding more and more appealing by the minute.

With her mind made up, Arella swung her legs over the side of the bed. A smile was painted on her face. Her cheeks stained with tears; emerald-green eyes bleary from all the crying she’d done over the past two months. No one would miss her. They left her- abandoned for the better human like she was an unwanted pet. What did she expect though? No one ever stayed. No one ever cared. No one ever loved her enough to begin with. She was always thrown away like the trash she was after her purpose was fulfilled.

With what little strength she could muster, Arella stood as she uttered a spell and a portal opened. She gladly stepped through it, finding herself in her childhood home as it closed- a place filled with nothing but suffering and pain for her. What a fitting place for her own painful end.

“Hello, Mum, Myles... I’m... home... Isn’t it lovely... that you were right after all? I’ll be with you... soon...”

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Missing his call on her D.D.D. was the first thing that Mammon noticed. He knew he hadn’t been the best boyfriend ever since the new human arrived and the demon felt guilty for that. He’d put so much energy into helping Melissa get a date with his younger brother that he hadn’t realized how much time had actually passed- how it had been almost a year since he’d done literally anything with his girlfriend. She was probably pissed at him and rightfully so. Now that he had actually looked at his calendar, there had been so many planned dates and movie nights he had missed with her and all he wanted to do was make it up to her somehow. She probably thought he didn’t want her anymore which couldn’t have been further from the truth. He missed her- missed hanging out with her, missed the dumb jokes they would crack and the laughter that followed, missed the pranks they would play on Lucifer that often ended up with them strung up from the ceiling together. He missed the late-night cuddles and having her tucked up under his arm at night as he held her close. The bed they had once shared was considerably colder now that she was no longer there.

Mammon made his way down to her room. That was the only place she could be. Arella never left her room anymore. She always left for school earlier than anyone else too, choosing to skip breakfast outright, so Mammon couldn’t even catch her to talk then. He thought about reclaiming his seat next to his human but every morning he found her chatting up another demon that had taken his old seat. He often felt his possessiveness spike most during those times but did he even have the right to feel that way after neglecting her for the past eleven months?

As he drew closer to her room, he could see Beel knocking at her door, asking if she’d like to go visit that new café she had mentioned a couple weeks ago. When there was no answer, the Avatar of Gluttony would frown, unsure if she was just asleep or just actively ignoring him. That was the second sign something was wrong. No matter what happened, at the end of the day, Arella was always happy to entertain their whims.

“She’s not answerin’ ya, is she?” The second-born asks as the sixth-born shakes his head, looking like an abandoned puppy on the side of the road. “I’ll go in ‘n see if she’s awake. I have to talk to ‘er anyway.”

Beelzebub nodded as he left back to the kitchen- likely to eat his hurt feelings away. None of them really had the right to feel this way after they’d just ghosted their favorite human though. As he opened the door, Mammon stopped dead in his tracks. She wasn’t there, her phone lay on the bed lit up with missed texts from Asmo and Levi.

Immediately, he took off for Lucifer’s study. If anyone would know her whereabouts it would be Lucifer, right? The family patriarch had the uncanny ability to know exactly where every resident of the House of Lamentation was at any given time so long as they were still in the Devildom.

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After considering her options, Arella was left indecisive. There were a number of ways she could end her own life. She wouldn’t lie, before the exchange programme she would fantasize about the many ways she could kill herself. Would it be by hanging like she found Myles? Or perhaps she could slit her wrists like her beloved mother. If the car in the garage still worked, carbon monoxide poisoning was a valid option too. There were sleeping pills up in the medicine cabinet- a large handful of those would definitely do the trick... Ah choices, choices. As she smiled to herself, the human wondered if any of the brothers had noticed she wasn’t in the house anymore. The chances were unlikely as they were all too busy with their new human but if they had, who was it?

Would it be Asmo, Levi, Belphegor? Surely, it wouldn’t have been Mammon. He’d long since moved on, probably enjoying the start of a new relationship with Melissa. It hurt that he couldn’t have been bothered to even break up with Arella in the first place. What happened to forever? Had it all been the honeyed words of a liar?

She shook her head. It was best not to think too much on it but she still couldn’t help it. Once she was gone- once their pact faded away- would he regret this? Would he regret losing the person who loved him so unconditionally that it was almost embarrassing?

With her mind made up, Arella grabbed a knife from one of the drawers in the kitchen and carried herself up to the master bedroom where she had found her mother four years prior. As she lie on the bed, she pressed the knife to her wrist deep enough to cause substantial bleeding. She drags the blade up her arm, watching as the crimson liquid gushed from the from the wound. She thinks it’s beautiful- a fitting end for a vile creature such as herself.

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“Lucifer!”

“What, Mammon?” The eldest didn’t even bother to look up from the ever-growing stack of paperwork on his desk.

“Did Arella have plans tonight?” The Avatar of Greed asks as his brother finally looks up at him.

“Not that I’m aware of, but I also haven’t seen her all day. As her mate, you should know, shouldn’t you? As far as I’m aware, Arella hasn’t left the house and is still in her room probably practicing her mag-”

In that moment, both demons felt a sharp pain shoot up their arm as if someone had taken a knife and was drawing a line up the inside of their arm. The same pain was radiating from the places where their pact marks were located. Mammon clutched at his chest as he fell to his knees, the symbol representing his girlfriend radiating with pain that reached down to his heart. If the screams of the others were anything to go by, they felt the same thing.

“She’s not in her room!” The white-hair demon manages to gasp out. What scares him most is that he can feel their pact fading away.

Lucifer’s heart leapt up in his throat as the realization hit him. It wasn’t her practicing magic that he had sensed earlier, it was her casting a spell. She opened a portal to the human world and had gone through. He now realizes the mistake they’ve made as he remembers back to the confession she had made to him over a year ago one night when neither of them could sleep and opted for a late-night cup of tea. She had told him that he and his brothers had saved her life that first year during the exchange programme. That if things hadn’t worked out so well, she had planned to take her own life. Back then, he thought nothing much of it since the problem had resolved itself. But with how they had essentially pushed her aside in favor of Melissa, she would have felt unwanted bringing the suicidal thoughts back full force. They had to get to her and fast before it was too late.

Always fast on his feet the eldest, opens a portal of his own, knowing of only one place she would go to take her own life. Both brothers would hop through, landing in the dusty house with a thud. The smell hit them faster than either of them could process it. Blood. And a lot of it at that.

Mammon was the first to scramble for the stairs while Lucifer made a break for the phone, having forgotten his D.D.D. on his desk in the rush to get through the portal. The second-born knows the layout of Arella's house too well, having been here with her multiple times before this. Back in better times when she knew just how much he loved her. As the smell of fresh blood grows stronger, he finds her resting on the bed, a smile on her face as the knife lay between her body and the arm that was still slowly losing blood.

Faster than a flash of lightning, the demon tore his belt off and was on the bed immediately. He took her arm, fastening his belt around the upper part in a tourniquet to stop the blood flow. He shook her frantically, tears spilling down his face freely.

“Arella! Arella! C'mon, baby, wake up! Please!” His voice came out in a scream and he could only vaguely hear his brother speaking on the phone with emergency services. “We’re sorry! Don’t leave us! Don’t leave me!”

With every passing second, Mammon could feel her life slipping away through the pact that was still searing his heart. This was the price of his actions- of all their actions. Her blood was on his hands, literally. He should have done more. He should have been there. He could have called or texted or even just picked up the damn phone when she had called him, but instead just like the blood that had slipped from her arm, the Avatar of Greed let her slip through his fingers. She was gone and there was no bringing his human back this time like they had when Belphie threw her body down the stairs after he’d strangle her to death. He and his brothers had spent all that time protecting her from other demons but they couldn’t protect her from themselves.

Once the EMT’s got there, the demon stepped back from the blood-soaked bed in a state of shock- a state of disbelief. There was nothing they could do for her now. She had no pulse, no signs of life. He dropped to his knees unable to believe that his human was truly gone. His throat felt tight as more tears came. He was only just able to register the feeling of the Avatar of Pride’s embrace as they cried together- something they hadn’t done since the fall, since Lilith passed.

The two demons were informed that the coroner would arrive to collect her body shortly as they left the room. Slowly they got up, Mammon taking her body in his arms as he fought back the urge to sob. The pair returned to the House of Lamentation with Arella’s body in tow, cradled carefully in her mate’s arms. As they stepped through, they were met by their brothers and Melissa. Even the Angels, Solomon, and the Royals were there waiting.

“She’s gone,” The eldest’s voice cracked as a pained grimace formed on his face, more tears slipping down his face. Mammon couldn’t even lift his head to look them in the eyes as the crying, wailing, sobbing started.

“We didn’t deserve ‘er.” The second-born chokes on his tears, feeling utterly broken inside. “We did this to ‘er. All... All seven of us did this... She reached out to alla us ‘n we ignored ‘er.” He’s the angriest with himself.

The prince and his butler only watch on, tears in their eyes. Diavolo remembers all the good times they’ve had with Arella. The way she made the lives of the Avatars better, the fun she brought to the student council meetings, the beautiful light she’d brought to the Devildom. She’d made such an impact on the lives of all of these demons and angels. As selfish as it was, Diavolo didn’t want to let any of that go.

“Bring her back, Barbatos.” He orders and his loyal servant steps forward.

“Place her on the ground, Mammon.” Barbatos says calmly, almost as if he’s done this a thousand times and for some reason the Avatar of Greed obeys the order.

Once she’s on the ground, the green-haired demon pulls open her mouth and takes Mammon’s hand in his, producing a dagger and slicing the white-haired demon’s palm tipping it to side and allows the blood to drop into Arella’s mouth. As the crimson liquid flows down her throat, the effect is immediate- Arella's body convulsing violently before she gasps for breath as the gash along the inside of her arm heals.

Everyone- demons, angels, and humans alike- stare wide-eyed at the scene. Lucifer looks up to his longtime friend in disbelief. He had just...

“Let this teach you all a very painful lesson. I’ve given her life as a demon, do not take this chance for granted. You will not get it again. She needs rest for now, but in a day or two, Arella will reawaken.” The prince’s voice is stern as he peers down at the former human who would now become a very powerful demon. “Treat her right this time.”

It’s with that that Diavolo and Barbatos take their leave. The rest was up to the brothers now to care for her and right the wrongs they’ve made.

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[phoenixyfriend]

The King, the Soldier, and the Spy: Chapter 3

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In which our merry idiots fight, and possibly flirt.

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The role of Mand’alor has shifted, over the centuries.

It started with the Dral’Haan, of course, but it’s continued from there. By Jaster’s time, the role of Mand’alor was a mixture of political figurehead, spiritual representative, and the acting leader of the standing army.

Whether or not the Mand’alor worked with the actual, functioning government that the New Mandalorians had set up to do things like ‘provide education’ and ‘stop price gouging’ and ‘set up public transportation,’ really varied from ‘alor to ‘alor. Jaster, for instance, had been on good terms with the Duke. Mercenary work hadn’t exactly been what the bureaucratic leader would have preferred to see, probably, but Jaster’s take on how to be warriors with honor had been one that earned the Duke’s respect… or at least his grudging acceptance and willingness to collaborate.

As Mand’alor, Jaster had been the leader of their people in name only—unless a war with a foreign power broke out, which it hadn’t—and his primary role in the functioning of Mandalorian government had been limited. He had needed to give his approval to the current civilian leader, providing an avenue for more traditional warriors that wouldn’t get in the way of the civilians’ actual governing, and being the central leader for those who swore the Resol’nare.

Technically, it wasn’t mandatory for him to approve the current elected Duke or Duchess, but it sure as hell made everyone’s lives easier when he gave the thumbs up to Kryze running most domestic and foreign policy.

Jango, in comparison, has been… slacking.

He’s not big on politics. Jaster was, presumably, going to teach him that at some point, but Jaster had died when Jango was fourteen, so… he’s been a bit more preoccupied with keeping the faction afloat and alive. More recently, he still hasn’t been doing a whole lot of politics, but he’s been training up some of the defense corps that Kryze has agreed is necessary. Implementation of pacifism as a government policy and core social tenet is all well and good, but it doesn’t do much against pirates.

(That little princess of his is still learning nuance, but… well, she’s only twelve. Or thirteen? Something like that. Jango had been a bit of a shitheel at that age, too.)

The past two years have seen Jango trying to make those same overtures that Jaster had once made. The Duke has been willing. He’s also been incredibly annoyed that Jango hasn’t played his part and done his duty in the… six years prior to that.

The voicemails are prissy, and self-righteous, and technically usually correct. Jango hates them. He gives them to Myles.

Myles gives them back, with the interest rate of a slap upside the head.

The intraplanetary trouble is handled by Journeyman Protectors. They train their own, but have been regularly cut down in numbers with the trouble caused by Death Watch and similar rogue elements. Jango’s been asked to supplement them, but mostly to set up the system defense corps, which are… not technically a standing army, because the Duke would pitch a fit if he set one up, but a necessary martial element to keep people safe from outside forces.

It's worked so far, at least. The Duke’s got the infrastructure to collect taxes, and Jango does get a cut now that he’s playing nice instead of haring off and… well, doing what he was doing from ages fourteen to twenty.

It does mean he has to whip some troops into shape, though. That part is slow-going. Apparently, it’s frowned upon to make anyone under the age of fourteen cry. Or break bones for training. Sure, accidents happen, but uh…

Yeah. Jango’s childhood with Jaster was apparently not the standard. He takes this to mean that Jaster’s childhood was also not the standard. Cyclical or generational or whatever.

Duke Kryze keeps saying things about sending over psychologists, which uh. No. No thank you. Jango will take the list of guidelines for ‘age-appropriate activities for teenagers transitioning from a pacifist society with regimented self-defense training to a military-adjacent training program for large-scale defense work’ and there is no need to send the shrinks, your grace.

(Fuck’s sake, Jango accidentally called the man ‘uncle’ one time on a visit with Jaster, and suddenly there’s an interest in his welfare or some kark.)

When new recruits from the Evaar’ade show up, Jango is responsible for getting them up to snuff. They generally know how to defend themselves, but that’s all dodging and escaping, redirecting attacks so they can get away. It’s something, sure; they know how to keep their footing, how to keep fit, how to turn a fall into a roll. They can’t really shoot, though, and they don’t have the battle experience to keep their heads in a real fight. None of their simulations have taught them to work as a team.

So. Training. The Duke has a budget set aside for it, and that budget is now being fed to Jango and his merry band of trigger-happy morons—well, some morons and some wonderful jackasses who are too smart for their own good, thank you so much, Myles—to make sure the Evaar’ade-approved system defense corps are actually capable of doing their jobs.

The Evaar’ade send half-trained teenagers. Jango sends back battle-ready young adults.

“So what do you need from me?” Fulcrum asks.

Jango gestures up at the nearing transport ship. “Those New Mando brats—”

“How tactful.”

“—they’re going to cry,” Jango continues. “They always do, and it’s always my doing, because I yell at them until they behave.”

“Drill sergeant standard, got it.”

“I’d rather not make it happen the first day. Makes them have trouble settling in, and they’ll drag their feet getting unpacked if I scare them too much,” Jango says. “Usually, I get other people to do it. Silas volunteers, sometimes, since Myles never has the time. You, though—”

“What, you think I’m not scary?” She interrupts, almost cooing.

“I think you’re a Jedi, or close enough,” Jango snaps. “And they’ll be comforted to see you involved.”

She dips her head, batting her lashes at him. It’s a coy thing, the way she looks up at him. Mockingly simpering. “Can I be a drill sergeant, Mand’alor?”

What? “Why, and what do you get out of it?”

“Haven’t had the chance to properly train people in a long time,” she says. “I miss it.”

There are a wealth of questions to be asked about that. Jango doesn’t bother.

“Tomorrow at half-past ten in the morning, landing field, space 8,” he tells her. “Don’t be late.”

She smirks. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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[blackkatmagic]

*pops up at the mention of prompts* Mayhaps something Myles-centric, as a spectator to Mace/Jango with Depa providing space popcorn?

I just sent in my hope for a prompt but now I'm panicking over whether I wrote "Jaster" as intended or if my dumb brain slipped to "Jango"

“He hasn’t noticed yet, has he?” the little Chalactan girl asks cheerfully, pulling herself up to sit on the table.

Myles, currently face-down on the wood and despairing of every moment he’s spent devoting his life and honor to an idiot, groans loudly. “What ever would have given you that idea?” he asks, muffled, and debates banging his head on the tabletop a few more times. Brain damage might make watching Jaster try and fail at flirting more bearable. Or, alternately, if he can ring his whole helmet like a gong enough times, maybe he can knock himself all the way out and then he really won't have to watch Jaster try to flirt. That sounds like the best possible outcome right now.

The Jedi padawan laughs, and—in any other circumstances Myles might be motivated to defend his Mand’alor’s honor, but not now. Not after that. Maybe Myles should just throw Jaster in a cell somewhere, take over Mandalore, and declare all bad flirting to be illegal. He could do it. And if Jedi Master Mace Windu so much as glanced sideways at Jaster, Myles would have all the time in the world to sneak up behind him and club him over the head like a particularly dumb nerf.

“I don’t think it would be quite that easy,” the padawan says serenely, crossing her legs under her and leaning back on her hands. “Master Mace would probably stop you.”

Myles makes another pathetic noise into the table, not bothering to hide it. The Jedi can sense emotion. Not that that seems to be helping. Which is probably Jaster's fault. “I will admit it’s probably a lot easier to negotiate with a man who’s more interested in getting into a Jedi’s robes than actual policies—”

The padawan laughs. “Master Mace hasn’t noticed that part yet,” she says. “He’d do it because it’s the right thing to do. And then he’d be morally outraged that you would betray your best friend for no good reason.”

No wonder Jaster's heart just about fell out of his eyes when Mace swept up the steps of the Sundari palace. Myles sighs, lifting his head, and pulls his helmet off. It’s hot out in Mandalore’s sun, and he’s already suffering enough having to deal with Jaster and his new obsession. He rubs his forehead, then glances at the girl, her carefully braided hair, her perfectly peaceable expression. “He really hasn’t even noticed? Jaster sounds like he’s concussed.”

The girl grins at him. “Master Mace is bad at talking to people,” she confides easily. “And he’s not great at reading signs. That’s why I'm here.”

“I notice you're not doing anything about…that,” Myles says, testing.

“Of course not. It’s funny.” She leans forward again, braids swaying, and says cheerfully, “I'm Depa.”

“Myles,” he says, reluctantly amused. “He has to notice eventually, right?”

Depa hums, thoughtful. “The Mand’alor was saying something about taking Master Mace for dinner on the wall at sunset,” she says. “That might help.”

Myles makes a mental note to be very, very busy for the rest of the day so he doesn’t have to so much as touch the planning for that. “Are you going to be part of that help?”

“Nope!” Depa says cheerfully. “I have a bet with Master Saa about how long Master Mace can stay oblivious.”

The Neti, Myles thinks, resigned. Even a Neti is laughing at Jaster. He hadn’t thought they even had senses of humor under all that bark. “Wonderful. I'm going to go hide out in the tunnels so Jaster can't find me. And I’ll take Arla, too, so that she doesn’t murder Jaster when he asks herfor help.”

“Arla?” Depa asks, eyes lighting up. “The Mand’alor’s daughter? I've heard of her. Can I come too?”

Myles stares at her for a moment, then snorts. He pushes up from the bench, tilting his head. “Sure. Come on, at least if you and Arla are decent at flirting, it will restore my faith in sentients.”

Depa laughs, leaping down lightly to follow him. “I've been told I'm very good,” she says merrily, and leaps up to the top of the courtyard wall in a bound that completely defies gravity.

Not about to be outdone by a Jedi, particularly a thirteen-year-old one, Myles triggers his jetpack. “By the second large pool,” he calls, and Depa tosses him a cheerful salute and picks up a light-footed run along the top of the wall.

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[lordabovehelpme]

Family Day- Din Djarin x Reader

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A/n: Cara is a flirt and I will except no other answer. 

This is the next part to my Days filled with Love series! You can find the first part here :) 

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“Mommy! Look I’m flying!” Reeza screams out in delight as Paz lifts her around in the air.

“Very nice, sweetheart.” Smiling, you go back to stirring the soup you have planned for dinner.

“Hey magic hands!” Greef, loudly announces his arrival, instantly giong to pick up your eldest child.

Cara follows him with her signature smirk, “Hey mama.” Din’s hands tighten on your hips, but you shoo him away.

Leaving the soup and your husband's hands, you tickle Grogu’s nose in Greefs arms. “I’m so glad you two were able to make it!”

“And risk never experiencing your cooking again?” She scoffs but allows you to pull her into a large hug, her own arms eventually wrapping around your shoulders.

“You’re always welcome.” You shimmy from her arms with a wide smile, but you can feel the heavy stare of your husband on where you two were conjoined.

“Auntie Cara!” Myles rushes in from outside and tackles her.

“Hey little man!” She lifts him up into her arms and rubs his helmet. “Now you match shiny over there.” You just know under his helmet he has the biggest smile.

Paz walks over with Reeza still climbing from his limbs. “Do you need help with anything?”

Giving him a grateful beam, “No, I think I’m alright.” Isabet cries from her seat at the table. “Actually can you-”

“I’ve got it.” Before you can even finish your sentence, Paz has already taken Isabet into his arms. “Come on Di’kut, get your son, we’ll teach them how to wrestle like the good old days.” Walking out the door, Myles jumps from his aunts arms, and grabs her hand, leading her after his uncle. Greef, with Grogu in his arms, follows right after them.

Din’s hands find your hips once again and he slowly raises his helmet. Pressing a kiss to your cheek as he takes Tobbi from where he was strapped to your back. “We’ll be outside.”

“Mm, okay have fun. Don’t let Paz bruise them up too bad.” However, there is no true worry in your voice. You know for a fact that on any given day Paz would protect your children and your family as if they were his own.

***

You watch with a smile on your face as Paz lets all five of your children climb all over him outside. He really does love them as if they were his own.

“Mesh’la, why don’t you come outside?” Two hands grab your hips and turn you around.

“Din! You scared me!” Lifting his helmet to his forehead, you peer up into his brown eyes. “I’m almost done with dinner, then I’ll come out.”

He leans forward and attaches to your neck, his hands lift you up and set you on the counter. Walking forward, he lodges himself between your thighs. “You look so pretty in this dress.” One of his hands trails up from your knee, pulling the fabric of your yellow sundress to your hips.

Grasping his hair you giggle as his scruff tickles your collarbone. “Thank you. But you better not be planning anything right now mister.”

“Why? Everyone's outside, no one will know.”

“I can’t believe you’re even thinking of that while we have guests!” You pull him from your neck, but you can’t hide the soft smile on your face. He just whines, bottom lip pushed out in a pout that you can’t help but kiss.

“You two better not be making anymore kids in there!”

A squeak falls from your lips as Cara sticks her head in the kitchen. Heart rising to your cheeks as you push your dress back down to your ankles. Din only shoves his helmet back on his head and offers a mumbled, “I’m trying.”

She smirks at the two of you, leaning on the doorframe and crossing her arms. “Just wanted another drink of water. But it seems like a tall glass of it was waiting for me on the counter. Weren’t you little Mama?”

As you walk over to the fridge, you elbow your husband as he growls. Grabbing the ice cold water, you pour a glass for Cara and hand it to her. “Here you go.” Flashing her a smile, you take the fresh bread from the oven. “Could you do me a favor and tell everyone that dinner is ready?”

“Sure thing mama.” Downing her glass in one big chug, she sets the glass in the sink and walks back out the door.

“I don’t like that she calls you that.” Once again, his greedy hands pull at your flesh.

“She just does it because she knows it gets under your skin. It’s just how she teases you.” Pressing your forehead against his helmet, press a kiss to where his mouth would be. “Now can you go use these big muscles and grab three extra chairs?” Giving his biceps a firm squeeze to further prove your point. “If you’re good, I’ll give you a nice gift tonight, okay?”

He growls in approval and walks away, but not without delivering a firm smack to your bottom.

***

As the sun sets and fireflies start to rise from their slumber, laughter can be heard from the Djarin residence.

“And then-” Paz’s booming laughter fills the living room from where he sits on the floor, “then he just fell over! Like one second he was there and the next he was gone!”

“You never told me you fell off a blurrg.” Your own words falling soft as they try to sound through your giggles. The hand your husband holds is squeezed and you just know under that helmet his cheeks are rosy.

“He’s making it sound worse than it was.” His visor tilts down to look at Isabet who has fallen asleep in his arms, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Paz scoffs and tickles Reeza’s stomach, giggles erupting from where her limbs thrash around. “Your dad’s an idiot.”

It’s like a flip was switched in her mind. She wrangles herself from his hold and stands protectively in front of her father. “Daddy’s not an idiot! He’s the smartest person alive!” Her little scowl mirrors perfectly the one her father often throws you.

Greef chuckles and him and Cara share a glance.

Sounding prouder than he should be, Din states, “Yeah, hear that, smartest person alive.”

Paz crosses his arms, “Yeah because the “smartest” person would obviously cheat off of me on every single written test we had.”

“That was only one time! I wasn’t able to go to class because you broke my arm! It was only fair.”

“WHAT!” Snapping your head to the left, you peer at Din, needing explanation.

“You haven’t told her yet?” Paz, for once, actually sounds shocked.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Oh come on shiny, now we all want to know. You’ve got mama over here on the edge of her seat.”

Myles looks up at you from where he sits between your legs on the floor. Studying your facial features as you eagerly nod at your husband.

“If he won’t say anything, I’ll tell it. So it was when we were about sixteen and seventeen.” Reeza, already enveloped into the story, places herself back into his lap. “We were friends with this one girl and I-”

“You had the biggest crush on her.” Din interjects.

“We were friends! Anyway, her birthday was coming up and WE wanted to get her something. But WE wanted it to be special, so WE decided to poke in her room while she was doing her training. You know, learn more about her.”

“So you were looking for her diary?” Cara asks.

“Uncle Paz isn’t that mean?”

Looking down at Reeza he says, “Never do anything that your father and I did when we were young. And no, not her diary. Something that told us more about her.”

“So a diary.”

Paz’s helmet tilts towards her and you know he's glaring. “Anyway, the major problem was, her room was on the second floor of the covert, so in order to get up there we had to climb through her window.”

“SO he elected me to stand on his shoulders and climb in.” Din huffs.

“You offered!”

“Yeah because I didn’t want to lift your fat-”

“DIN!” Slapping your hands over Myles ears, you yell over him.

“You’re just jealous that I’m taller and stronger than you. Anyway, we were about to make it in, but low and behold, she opened the door and it spooked Din.”

“No, you were scared because you liked her, so you lost your footing. So Paz fell over and I fell on top of him. I tried to catch myself, but I rammed my forearm right into Paz’s butt and we eventually found out I broke it.”

“Butt of steel baby.” Everyone besides Din breaks out in laughter at his comment.

“Not something you should be proud of.” Din huffs out beside you.

“Wait so how did this mystery chick respond?” Greef asks.

“Let’s just say we weren’t friends anymore.” Paz shrugs his shoulders. “Missed out.”

***

All five of the kids have been put down, it already being way past their bedtime.

“Come sit with me mama.” Cara pats her thighs and before you can respond Din pulls you into his lap.

“Tough luck.” Greef mocks her before sighing, “Anyway, we best be getting back. I’m dreading what’s going to be left of the city.” Cara rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

Standing up from your husband's lap, you rush into the kitchen. “Let me grab you some leftovers! Hang tight for one minute.” Throwing some soup, bread, and fruit into tupperwares, you hand them to Greef and a few to Cara.

“Thanks mama.”

Smiling, you pull her into one last hug, “Of course.” Letting her go and giving another hug to Greef, he gives you a firm pat to your back. “It was so good to see you guys.”

He smiles before leaning down and whispering in your ear, “You know, you really make him happy.” Shocked, you peer into his eyes searching for the usual jokes he cracks. He only nods and offers your husband a firm handshake. “Until later, Mando.” The two of them walk out and back to their ship.

“Guess that’s my cue.”

Turning to Paz you pout, “Oh no, you’re totally welcome to stay. We have the guest room for a reason.” Little do you know that behind you Din is glaring and signaling for him to leave.

“Ehhhh, umm, I don’t want to overstay my welcome. Plus, I have, umm, some stuff to do tomorrow.”

Giving him a big hug, you laugh as he picks you up. “Thank you for coming, it means the world to the kids.”

He sets you down and under his helmet he smiles, “You guys are my family, I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”

Smiling, you watch as the two men hug each other as if they are never going to let go. It’s the truest form of a bro hug. They both have their arms at an angle and firm pats are delivered to each other's backs. Small whispers you can’t pick up are spoken between the two.

“Thanks for coming man.”

“For sure. Alright, I’m heading out. See you guys around.”

Waving at him from the porch, Din walks up behind you and grabs your hips.

Sighing, you relax into his embrace. His fingertips massage circles into your hips and his head rests on your shoulder.

“What is it?”

“I- uh, I think you promised me a gift earlier.” He pulls you back against his hips and you gasp at the way he’s poking your back.

“Already?”

“I can’t help it!”

Giggling you let him pull you inside. “Alright sit down and watch your show.”

“A show? Now I’m really excited!”

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Next Part: A Day Spent Alone

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[jonathananubian]

Ner Mirjahaal (Star Wars fanfic)

Link; https://archiveofourown.org/works/36127063/chapters/90056599 Summary; Jango Fett has been Mand'alor since he was 14. Now at 22 his closest advisor and friend has convinced him to follow the traditions of past Mand'alors and go to Stewjon to find a proper spouse. Obi-wan Kenobi, youngest child of House Kenobi, had once been considered for the Jedi. But after his great-grandparent had a vision of his potential future his family chose to stay on Stewjon and allow him to grow up as any other Stewjoni. Now a youngster of 20 he has been chosen as a potential successor Caretaker for the Soul Garden, the Mand’alor’s personal estate on Stewjon.

Pairing; Jango Fett/Obi-wan Kenobi Tags; AU, M/M, Mature Rating, Romance, Love at first sight, Awkward Flirting, Stewjoni biology, Romantic fluff, Grief/Mourning.

Snippet; Standing behind the pilot Jango stared out at the verdant world below and let out a harsh sigh. Off to his left Myles leaned casually against the side of the cockpit, arms crossed and a smug grin on his face as the surface of the planet, and Jango’s doom, loomed ever closer. “If this all goes to hell I’m laying all the blame on you.” He said with a huff. In the pilot’s seat Mav let out a bark of laughter, though her hands remained steady on the yoke. “Don’t be like that, Alor, we could all do with a little vacation. And no one knows how to treat a Mando’ad like the Stewjoni’ade do!” Jango grumbled and ran his hand self consciously through his hair and wondered if he could convince Mav to turn the ship around. He wanted to say he had no idea how he’d found himself here but he knew exactly who to blame, sending Myles another pointed look as his vod snorted in amusement.

[weirwoodking]

YES! I love aly and asha. I don’t know why everyone just ignores them

They had such great chemistry and to me I legit thought they were flirting every time they spoke together lmao

There’s also this reoccurring thing about people who aren’t conventionally attractive having special smiles.

Like Jon thinking about Ygritte:

At a lord's court the girl would never have been considered anything but common, he knew. She had a round peasant face, a pug nose, and slightly crooked teeth, and her eyes were too far apart. Jon had noticed all that the first time he'd seen her, when his dirk had been at her throat. Lately, though, he was noticing some other things. When she grinned, the crooked teeth didn't seem to matter.

JonCon thinking about Myles (it seems implied that they were together):

His famous forebear, the dark and dashing Terrence Toyne of whom the singers sang, had been so fair of face that even the king's mistress could not resist him; but Myles had been possessed of jug ears, a crooked jaw, and the biggest nose that Jon Connington had ever seen. When he smiled at you, though, none of that mattered.

And then Asha thinking about Aly:

Alysane smiled. Her teeth were crooked, but there was something ingratiating about that smile.

Not saying that this is GRRM being intentional, but it’s definitely a parallel, authorial intent or not.

[crispyjenkins]

Hi can I request something where jaster picks up obi wan early in his apprenticeship like on bandomeer or melida/daan and just adopts him and jango and obi grow up as like childhood sweethearts? Love your work, thanks for writing! :)

(**because they get together as teens, i’ve adjusted the age difference to 2 years instead of 9 because just like. no. they’re 17 and 19 in this!

hmm also i feel the need to say the true mandalorians being chill about showing their faces is super intentional in all my works, i have so. many. headcanons about different clans, and why the covert is so careful about their helmets, and i just never seem to find the time to talk about it (๑o̴̶̷̥᷅ㅂo̴̶̷̥᷅๑) sigh someday)

  “Stop smiling, you smug bastard,” Obi-Wan grouses as his would-be suitor awkwardly shuffles away under Jango’s feral grin. 

  Endlessly pleased with himself, Jango leans against their starfighter and watches the Chiss mechanic disappear into the crowded spaceport. “That’s three you owe me, ‘Nobi.”

  Obi-Wan glares at him and snatches Jango’s buy’ce from his hands to shove it on his stupid vod’s head. “I can take care of myself, Vhett. I don’t owe you banthashit.”

  “It’ll be easier when you finish your armor,” Jango adds unhelpfully, righting his helmet and strapping it on properly as if nothing had happened. “Only drunks and spice-addicts try to hit on with Mandalorians in full beskar’gam.”

  “That’s very reassuring, thanks.”

  “If you two are done flirting,” Bosoloc cuts in, their Arconan pilot smirking down at them from the primary cockpit, “we were supposed to meet your buir hours ago.”

  Obi-Wan says, “That’s Jango’s fault,” just as Jango grumbles,

  “‘Nobi’s fault.”

  Bosoloc levels them both with a world-weary look that has them scrambling up the rusty ramp stairs to the secondary cockpit. Obi-Wan helps Jango over the edge and kicks away the ramp, before pulling the lever to close the blast canopy over their heads.  With only minor grouching, he lets Jango tug him onto the edge of the seat between his legs, because this starfighter is absolutely not made for three pilots. 

  “Hands to yourself, spacer,” Obi-Wan says as he follows Bosoloc’s lead to get the ‘fighter ready for the short flight to the nearby moon where they’re to rejoin the Haat’ade and, hopefully, avoid a lecture about safety. Again. 

  Jango chuckles, impossibly close, and slips Obi-Wan’s own helmet onto his head. “You’re the one that got us into this mess,” he reminds him, somehow managing to fasten the strap under Obi-Wan’s chin without looking. 

  Bosoloc signals for takeoff, and Obi-Wan elbows Jango in the ribs, leaning over to calibrate the astronav system. Practically oozing his amusement, Jango innocently sets his hands on Obi-Wan’s hips, but doesn’t otherwise bother him until they’re out of atmo, properly refueled this time. Which had maybe sort of, yes, been Obi-Wan’s fault that they had not been when they left Concord Dawn.

  Not that he would ever admit to it.

-

  The Haat’ade camp on Aslo II is a whirlwind of activity, commandos in various states of beskar’gam running back and forth from tents to their ships, blaster cartridges exchanged faster than words as supercommandos bark orders and direct the foot traffic, and Obi-Wan lives for this.

  The energy, the excitement before a battle, the way his people leak every thought into the Force until he can’t feel anything else. The way this is the closest he’ll ever come to being a knight.

  Jango takes one look at his expression after dropping from the starfighter, and shakes his head. “Alright, come on, adrenaline junkie,” he snorts, grabbing Obi-Wan by the arm to tug him right into the heart of the whirlwind.

  He senses Jaster before he sees him, their Mand’alor all but glittering in the Force compared to the more muted signatures of the other Haat’ade; Jaster will swear up and down that being Mand’alor has nothing to do with the Force, and Obi-Wan can’t really remember much of what he’d learned in the Temple, but he knows Jaster’s full of it. The whole camp orbits around one nondescript tent, as if pulled by a physical gravity to their leader, and what little he does remember tells him the Force is just as much a part of the Mando’ade as it is the Jedi.

  “Buir!” Jango calls as he drags Obi-Wan into the tent where Jaster is standing before a dataterminal with one of the supercommandos. He looks away from the graph Obi-Wan wouldn’t be able to make heads or tails of, and visibly sags in relief. 

  “And we thought we’d actually have to hold a funeral this time,” Ezovaq says from Jaster’s side, smiling benignly as Jango unclips his buy’ce and bounds forward to accept the hair-ruffle Jaster gives him.

  But Kyr’tsad is closing in, and they don’t really have time to discuss the, arguably obscene, number of disappearances the Mand’alor’s foundlings have managed. 

  Obi-Wan joins them at the terminal, leaving his own helmet on. Jaster settles for knocking his knuckles on his forehead in greeting, and Ezovaq respectfully looks away; some things are not meant for anyone but clan.

  “I’m glad to see you both in one piece,” Jaster sighs, turning back to the holoscreen and adding a datachip to the terminal so a map of Aslo replaces the graph. “When we did not hear from Bosoloc, we worried.”

  “We needed to stop on Aslo to refuel,” Obi-Wan says on external comm, still unsure about how to speak with other commandos around. “A tropical storm had communications out until we were out of atmosphere. Sorry, Jas’alor,” he adds sheepishly, because of course Jaster knows who would have fueled the ‘fighter on Concord Dawn. Or not fueled, as it were.

  Jango shoehorns himself against Obi-Wan’s side, the familiarity of the action catching Ezovaq’s gaze, but they say nothing as Jaster gives Obi-Wan a tired smile. “It is nothing, ad’ika. It is only a mistake repeated twice.”

  “Bosoloc is finding another pilot,” Jango butts in, dropping an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders as easy as breathing. “She said Montross flew ‘Nobi’s and my fighter in?”

  And Obi-Wan feels a swell of pride at that, that Jango is finally admitting they share custody of the rustbucket Jaster had gifted Obi-Wan for his fifteenth nameday, and at the implication that his and Jango’s repairs and advancements had been deemed worthy enough for an actual battle with Kyr’tsad. He isn’t an ace mechanic by any means, but Obi-Wan is still ridiculously proud of their S3 Y-wing – even if using it in combat puts Obi-Wan in the gunner’s chair and Jango behind the wheel.

  To be fair, Jango hasn’t crashed them in over a year.

  Jaster’s mouth moves as he responds, but Obi-Wan doesn’t hear it. White-hot fire races up his spine, and it feels as if all the air is sucked from the tent all at once, and Obi-Wan has only a moment to try and identify what the Force is trying to warn him of before a light flashes on the terminal and Myles’ voice cuts through the muggy air.

  “Vizsla’s dropped out of hyperspace,” he reports, and Jango tightens his arm. “Contact in ten minutes, Mand’alor.”

  Jaster looks to them with a parent’s resignation. “You heard the man,” he says, jerking his chin to the tent flap. “Contact in ten.”

  “Mand’alor!” they return in unison, and duck from the tent to rush to the Y-wing.

Mando’a: buy’ce — beskar helmet vod —  “brother, comrade, sibling”, pl. vode, technically gender neutral but used most often in fandom as “brother”. used here to denote that they are both jaster’s foundlings. Vhett — original form of the Basic-transliterated surname Fett, lit. “Farmer beskar’gam — Armour made of beskar, “Mandalorian Iron” that was actually probably a steel alloy buir — “parent”, gender neutral Haat’ade —lit. “true children of Mandalore”, True Mandalorians (slang shortened to Haat'ad/e) Kyr’tsad — Death Watch, lit. “Death Society”

[davidkarofskyindie]

exs-et-ohs (Myles/George)

@exs-et-ohs​ continued from (x)

exs-et-ohs:

George didn’t want to go to the funeral. He met his grandparents the last time when he was around eleven and he had no emotional bonds with them, but due to his condition he didn’t really have with anyone. He specifically told both his parents that he won’t go, but they said it was out of the question. He was twenty-four and fed up that just because he was still living at home then they could tell him what to do. So as a sort of protest he did something he never did before and got himself drunk. Due to all the guests his parents didn’t notice but George soon felt the affects and how the tipsiness kind of broke down the walls he built around himself when it came to socializing with others. The relatives were boring but someone caught his eyes, and most importantly due to George’s synesthesia he also found the older male’s voice beautiful. All these resulted in that he began to flirt with the funeral director. 

“Is there a written rule against flirting at a funeral?” He rested his head against the wall while he smiled to himself his cheek being flushed, not only because of the alcohol. “I’m usually not like this…I’d say never.” After a little hesitation he looked up at the man. “I’m definitely not doing this out of grief…I’d love to be anywhere else but here…” He blew out some air so his long curly locks wouldn’t fall onto his eyes. “Do you think I’m pretty?” For sure he wouldn’t have asked such a thing from the other, if he wouldn’t have drank but now it felt like there were no boundaries.  

Myles stood there, hands in his pockets as he listened to the younger man. He was used to a lot of strange things at funerals but he had to admit that being flirted with was definitely a new one “Nothing written, it’s just not how most people handle grief” he admitted, unable to look away from George. He couldn’t deny that he felt flattered by the flirting, he actually quite liked it and felt a little tingle when he saw the man blew a little bit of hair. “Well... if I were to be honest” he admitted, leaning over a little bit ad dropping his voice as much as possible “I think you’re absolutely gorgeous”

He moved just a little closer, standing side by side with the younger man and letting their elbows touch as he looked about “I think you are possibly the most gorgeous person to walk into this building” he said softly, biting his bottom lip just looking to the man beside him “In fact, I’ll admit that had I not been working I might’ve been the first to start flirting... you are rather eye catching”

[bylightofdawn]

Oh my god, how has this chapter grown into NINE THOUSAND WORDS of Mace and Myles with all the flirting, some Force shenanigans and other shit packed into one.

Absolutely no one signed up for 9K words of this. I need to find a way to split this up somehow.

It's also 3am and my cat is so thoroughly fed up with me being buried in my laptop. He reached out and touched my foot with his paw and scared the bejeezus out of me because I thought a bug was crawling on me.

Nope, it was just Genji wanting attention. So I put the laptop aside and snuggled with him and lavished attention on him and then proceeded to bury myself back into this chapter.

He's now currently sulking at the foot of the bed. I want to finish this chapter so much but holy god it doesn't end. And I gotta be up for my chiropractor appointment at like 10 max so I can shower and get ready beforehand.

But I am sooooooo close.

Also my focused writing thing says I've done 350% of my daily goal apparently. I have no idea what the goal is set for but no shit. It's like this fic is riding me like a demon demanding to be unleashed from my brain.