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prettyboykatsuki · 11 months ago

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would you be comfortable sharing your bg3 ocs with us? i LOVE hearing and seeing other peoples ocs so much it inspires me to make them too

u always write reader personalities so amazing so ik ur ocs are just as good <3

WAH. YES. THANK U FOR ASKING. a lot of my ocs start out as fun self-inserts and then become... Something else. for bg3 in particular i normally play as my insert so they have the same face HEKJSDKJ. but they are ocs and they look diff in my brain i just dont care to change the face

oh my good GOD this is so long im so sorry. i guess this is my intro post for them now.thank u for asking me.. i love you... humbly presenting my little guys

CW FOR IMPLICATIONS OF INCEST (?) sort of in nyx's story. its complicated!! other than that just canon typical angst + drug use.

i have two main charas i consider more oc than insert. THE FIRST ONE IS MY BELOVED DARLING GIRLTHING SOULIKHA

goes by soul in camp, mid/late twenties, she/they pronoun haver, true neutral alignment, istj + 5w4

motifs ; black oleander, darkness and shadow, bones but not blood / decay, teals and purples and blues.

close with marisol, lae'zel and wyll. thinks astarion is a little sad and gets annoyed at mystra trying to demand death of gale.

she is a cleric of kelemvor and sacrificial survivor of a myrkul death cult. she escaped nearly dying at the age of 7 bc kelemvor saved her from near death.

she is not from baldurs gate!! she is from the outskirts of omorath but after escaping she lives on the streets.

the second time kelemvor comes to get her (nearly died in an alley) she becomes a cleric and returns to the city. joins the tower of skulls in omorath and does most of her work taking care of the diseased and guiding people in the fugue plane.

a Doomguide and part of a doom clergy.

she is originally darker skinned / tan but turns grey using her powers. when she blushes she becomes her original color lol

she ends up closer to baldurs gate on pilgrimage. she meets marisol (lambs oc) her best friend there.

she is a cleric of kelemvor, the god or judge of death. she tends to wear like a plague doctor sort of uniform and is very attached to a necklace she has that she prays over!! in general she prefers to be covered because she normally is response for helping the diseased as well as the deceased.

always wearing gloves for the same reason ^ special gloves that she has with her even after the kidnapping on the ship.

her personality is very blunt 😭and straightforward but never mean. she is just super direct and a little clueless about social cues... VERY HONEST LOL.

her main story arc is around her parents! like i mentioned she is a cleric of kelemvor but she spent her childhood in a death cult. in act one she hears rumor of a tiefling couple who worshipped myrkul being seen kidnapped on the towers to moonrise. in act two, her major scene, you have the choice on whether or not to kill or rescue her parents.

soulikha as a character puts her duty as a cleric above all else, even herself. she never expresses her feelings, never complains, just does as she believes is of expected to her. it gives her identity. up until this point, it's very rare to see her break down. this is the first scene where she makes a decision for herself

she also believes part of her job is assuring the people suffering die with the dignity and honor they deserve. part of this is because of her upbringing.

she also believes admantly in people dying when they are supposed to. as a cleric of kelemvor with particular favor of her god, she can hear whispers and regrets of death. the shadowfell lands are hard on her.

her main romance partner is karlach

her main romance with karlach has to do with touch and intimacy.

soulikha normally has her face covered and her body so if she were an origin and romance companion chara they'd be surrounding them but in her story she is dating karlach

karlach is soulikhas first love. they are tragic to me. soulikha is constantly telling karlach it's not her time and they often talk about death. she has a line to karlach:

"i will be there. when your soul burns brightest in the fugue plane, i will lead you. till the end of your life and in mine. my hand will find you. you will know its me."

she is shorter than karlach a bit. their whole romance is soulikha saying over and over that she knows karlach is bound to die, and comforting her through that.

but after the actual end of the game, soulikha cries for the very first time and begs karlach to live. it's the first time she ever says the words "i want you to live.) very heartbreaking

their ending is opening. ultimately soulikha wants to stay with karlach. they promise each other to live. the ending varies depending on other stuff but YEAH.

her bad ending is letting herself become myrkuls new chosen so karlach can have her heart back. fucking AWFUL ending gkdjsd theyre so sad.

OKAY. NEXT. IS MY OC NYX SORRY ABOUT THIS MOUTAIN OF TEXT.

this is nyx! no last name, he/him pronouns preferred, any fine. neutral evil allignment, late twenties. entp + 7w8

close with astarion + minthara. fond of jaehira. thinks wyll is fun and likes karlach. neutral to shadowheart and halsin.

nyx is not from baldurs gate either, explicitly from the city of calimshan, in manshaka. son of a common whore, born in a pleasure house.

tiefling with the blood graz'zt. this is relevant later. fdkjsdk.

learns music from the musicians in the pleasure house. naturally gifted. starts composing his own music at ten when one of this mothers regular customers gifts him a cli' lyre, enchanted with magic

has a complicated relationship with his mother. his mother is a prostitute but also very addicted to drugs. she wasn't motherly and often made advances on him when he grew up into puberty. his only family. when she was coming down the high, he would play her music to fall asleep.

practiced a lot on his own, other musicians taught him other instruments. very talented. most of his music and songs were about his one true love, roxana

roxana was another child of the house. they grew up together. she wasn't particularly talented but she was soft, kind, and beautiful. they both knew she would end up staying in the house, but nyx did try to protect her from customers when they were both underage.

roxana is full blooded human. she has a tattoo of roses down her spine that nyx dedicated one of his songs too and got matching trellis tattoos for. his most popular song.

his composition reached far and wide and he was offered many times to leave the pleasure house to perform. but he loved roxana and she often begged to say with him - so he never went. for her he'd do pretty much anything.

spent most of their lives together as lovers. first kiss at 13, lost their virginity to each other at 16/17, when they are in their early 20's nyx saves up to propose.

nyx is betrayed by roxana, though nyx by default does not care if Rrxana were to take lovers.

because of nyx’s upbringing and roxana’s work, all nyx had ever asked Roxana for was to keep no secrets between them

(growing up, roxana was naturally meek and often was in dangerous situations. Both because of this and because of his mothers commentary after she’d invited him for sex (“let’s keep this a secret between us,”). nyx had asked Roxana to never keep things from him, if she could.)

roxana ultimately chooses another man over nyx, one she’d kept a secret. she’d told nyx that she couldn’t be with him anymore. That she wanted more from life, and that she would go with her new lover to see greater sights.

“I loved her. Beautiful like a rosebed. I was a fool, of course. Only a fool forgets that the first rule to pick roses is dethorning them, lest they make you bleed.”

nyx sets off for college the same night. packs his belongings, says by to the pleasure house. his mother kisses on the cheek. he doesn't tell roxana about this

after that he commits to a life of debauchery at the college of swords. many flings and makes more music but never gets tied down despite peoples offers and efforts.

very charismatic in general and good at behaving in slimy and manipulative ways fhfksd. acts in self-interest.

very weak to soft and gentle women (hung up on his ex.... rip)

never ever mentions roxana by name even as an origin character. a lot of his story is about getting him to open up. he has a confrontation with his ex in act 3. his story is similar to astarion

in act one he hears rumor of a beautiful prostitute in the city who works the cities leaders and follows this. his main decision is meeting roxana again and deciding whether or not to forgive or save her

(you learn through the course of his story that roxana was never particularly good or honest to him, though it's not easy to figure out. the best ending to for him to save her but not take her back, the worst is dying for he)

his primary love interest is lae'zel !!

they have a silly and funny relationship at first. it starts as a sex thing but their tent is next to each other. lae'zel likes calling him a jester but loves his voice too.

he likes that she's very different from the women he dates. she's very harsh towards him but he also trusts she would never lie to him. he comforts her through the situation with vlaaktih and she in his story helps him realize that not everyone is out to betray him. he wants to love her and does.

he is SO affectionate towards her act three. she is constantly pissed she has romantic feelings for local emo clown

lae'zel having no propensity for manipulation and also being very honest is really refreshing for nyx. they have a minor age gap fdkfskjd

at the end of the story - nyx encourages lae'zel to travel and save their people. he makes a life for them in the city and writes hundreds of songs about her in her absence. they raise a gith child together

I HAVE MORE TO SAY BUT THIS IS PAINFULLY LONG. SHOWS YOU THIS ANDRUNS AWAY. PLEASE ASK ME QUESITONS IF U LIKE I LOVE ANSWERING Q'S FOR THEM. THANK U

#return to sender #oc: nyx #oc: soulikha #incest mention #KIND OF ITS COMPLIATED!!! BUT SAFETYT

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redshift-corridor · 9 months ago

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Okay consider this me feeling prompted to just send an ask about whatever

What are some of your favourite Octopath tracks, from either game?

OKAY time to dig into this. I'm trying not to get too excessive so I'll keep it to a few thematic categories (yes there are way too many tracks I like that I don't want to cut out :,D) This will be heavily OT2-biased too - while OT1 is still my second favorite OST of all time, it lost a bit of ground in direct comparison to 2.

Character Themes

1. Agnea / Partitio

This is a case of "whichever I'm listening to atm is the better one" but overall I think Agnea has the upper hand if I take all versions of her theme into account (Song of Hope goes without saying, and I'm very partial to her pursuit theme).

2. Osvald

No one seems to like this one as much as I do :,) It's not as immediately in your face as most of the other themes and takes a bit to pick up, which is a bit of a problem with the pursuit theme (my favorite in the game by far) and short battle intro dialogue. I feel this this is the only theme where you can really hear the character development in the progression from character theme to final battle.

3. Primrose

Mainstream choice, I know, but this one stuck with me. Probably because of the immense Yuki Kajiura vibes.

Region Themes

1. Leaflands

Literally the reason why I decided to buy the soundtrack based on a 40 second sample lol. The day version is my second favorite theme overall.

2. Hinoeuma

A theme I didn't pay too much attention to until I played the game and ended up standing in the desert just to listen. The night version wins here. That flute. <3

3. Sundering Sea (Night)

Extremely underrated. Idk how much time I spent hanging out on the ocean to this theme.

4. Frostlands

Just so I have three real region themes in here, but this is one of my favorite winter/snow themes in games.

Town Themes

1. Wellgrove/Timberain (Day)

Probably my favorite game theme period. Wellgrove has kicked Tarrey Town of all things off the favorite town top spot and that's saying something. I just love that place okay. Sometimes it gets hard to listen to the rest of the soundtrack because I keep getting stuck on this one lol. (Reminds me a lot of Wild Wind too, another old favorite.)

2. Montwise/Merry Hills (Night)

I don't actually have a lot to say here, I just love this SO much.

3. Crackridge/Gravell (Day)

You know a soundtrack is fantastic when the theme that caters exactly to your tastes is only your third favorite.

4. Flamesgrace

Honorable mention to my favorite town theme ever before OT2 came out.

Battle Themes

1. Normal Battle I (OT2)

Another unpopular one because everyone seems to prefer II. I don't care. I wish this would play in higher level places.

2. They Who Govern Reason

Oh hey, OT1 got in the top 3 without the nostalgia boost. Favorite boss theme ever and not even the OT2 themes come close.

3. Fierce Confrontation / Critical Clash I

Another shared slot for the same reason as the character themes, I can't pick one.

OT2 Final Battle Themes

(yes these get their own section :D)

1. Song of Hope

No competition here, next. Lol. Agnea's theme is already that good on its own and this makes it so much better.

2. The Journey for Revenge Ends

Like I said, character development my beloved. You can hear how this man goes from nothing to lose to something to protect and they didn't even change the theme much.

3. The Journey for Kingship Ends

Took Hikari's theme long enough to do something for me, but it does it really well now. Points deducted for the fact that I couldn't really enjoy the battle because I loathe boss rushes and I didn't want to risk having to do the tedious duel again.

4. The Journey for Happiness Ends

Four again because I can't leave my beloved merchant out lol. What can I say, it's Partitio's theme. Probably the one that worked best for me while playing. Protip: sunset looks great here.

Other themes in no particular order

Victory Fanfares

Love those, especially 2.

Unshakable Resolve

I'm not crying. Phenomenal use in Castti's final chapter.

Beneath the Surface

OT1 wins in the dungeon theme department with this one, hands down.

Invitation to Darkness

Why didn't we get a whole dungeon with this. JFD felt really rushed tbh.

Final Final Battle Themes

Both are fantastic, but I very much prefer 2 to 1.

Sorry for the wall of text ;D

#octopath traveler 2 #sorry for the late reply #but thanks for the ask! this was fun <3

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nerdyenby · 2 years ago

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Lime time :D I’m watching Jimmy

Pregame

Joel and Jimmy’s messages 😭 “You’re gonna lose babe” “bro I’m going to knock you off in tgttos babe. But you always my bad boy xoxo” OH MY GOSH THEM

Jim seeing someone’s skin being Grian in a lot pink dress with cat ears “holy moly, you look good” this guy

I haven’t seen Callum’s costume but I gotta look it up now

OH MY GOODNESS CALLUM

I blame Sneeg /lh

Scott mentioning having two corsets on and Callums “oh that sounds kinda hot, let me see” GOODNESS

I need this team actually: Jimmy, Callum, Scott, and Lizzie it’d be incredible

Hi Kara!!!!!

I’m gonna blame Jimmy telling Scott “Good luck, don’t win” for cyan’s loss

“Should I take my performance enhancing drug?” “Uh… how much of this is a joke?” “… like 20%” “Oh yeah, take it”

“But also consider this: we’re gamers” “I do forget that sometimes”

Jimmy getting a flawless bowspam kill my beloved <33

“I like this team more every time we speak” so true Callum

Parkour Tag

Them talking for like three minutes about how fast Kara pees is ridiculous /pos

Callum’s in a silly goofy mood lol

I’m just vibing :)

Callum 17th lmao, I remember when that meme started

Rocket Spleef

ALL the graphics are cool!!

Bridge to Terebithia reference 😭

What’s with them and talking about sweaty hands??? Lol

Callum is just SPEWING references lmao

Sands of Time

“I’ll be daddy!!!” “You mean sand keeper?” The second hand embarrassment, my goodness

“Has anyone ever run back in?” Kara repping all the impulsive thoughts girlies, real and true

“I usually do it just because I don’t trust anyone to do it, but I trust you” this team is so sweet, Jimmy was so honored <33

Jimmy’s so good at this, everyone else I’ve watched was frazzled by it being early but he’s just in the zone

“Thanks for the update sand daddy” “no worries son” “… sand son?” “sand son.” I love them :))

Is there a reason Jimmy doesn’t fill it all the way? I understand keeping a sand or two in hand for emergency rescues but he consistently doesn’t fill it

This is one of the calmest sots I’ve ever watched, there is stress going on but they’re just so chill

Tied 3rd!!!!

Callum shouting out Ranboo first individual and everyone being so surprised and hyped for them :))

Sky Battle

Oh that was so sad :(

Literally what just happened lmao, the endings on this map are so chaotic (not a bad thing but it’s a lot and no one was ready)

Jimmy keeps dying in the most tragic ways, what the heck :(

Ace Race

I zone out for two minutes and Callum is talking about waffling??

I love when teams don’t mute but everyone goes silent so it’s just the occasional grumble /g

Ace race is so iconic, it’s such a chill stress

Jimmy keeps having tech issues :(

Battle Box

Callum’s all “not to IGL, but…” and proceeds to shyly be the best IGL I’ve ever seen, my man, don’t back down, you got this <33

That second round was so clean!!

“Callum my IGL” SO TRUE PETE!!

“First place shmirst place!!.. I don’t trash talk very well” “Yeah, you might need to work on that”

THEY DID IT :DD my lime <3333

Yo they’re so close to second!!!!! 70 coins, man

Grid Runners

Jimmy motivational speech :))

Pete blowing Callum a kiss through the dividers lol

“We’ve grid ran before” so true Callum cpk

The way they got light the lamps first when absolutely silent lmao

Kara carry?!!!!

You need shears Jimmy 😭😭😭

Kara is carrying, she’s been figuring out every room and calling the shots, good for her <33

TGTTOSAWAF

“Oh you little…. Jimmy I’m gonna need you to deafen real quick” Kara my beloved <33

Jimmy just laughing at Callum’s swear, so true

“Surely we all get one” yeah, there’s no such thing as a pg tgttos lol

Tgttosawaf should never be played in the last half, can I get an amen??

Jimmy’s having such a time :( his audio keeps breaking

3rd!!! Heck yeah!!!!!

Callum being excited about not being 17th lmao

Pete asking who he came second to and everyone excitedly saying Jojo and him being hyped for her “oh, what and honor” <333

Dodgebolt

This was such a fun team, great time :))

Kara rooting for Dave “he’s just like me fr”

Jimmy and Pete’s banter is everything, actually

Jimmy can’t catch a break!! What is up with the bad boys and having tech issues this MCC???

Them all having little to no preference is so real of them

#mcc #mc championship #mcyt #mcc 29 #jimmy solidarity #kara corvus #callum cpk #seapeekay #petezahhutt

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lmelodie · 1 year ago

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Hey! It me! Jumpin’ into your asks here to enquire about Kills and Mera’s friendship?! I just really enjoy their dynamic and wanna know more about it! How they came to be friends, what they like to do together, how long they’ve known each other, whether they’ve shared any particularly fun shenanigans/adventures together; that sort of thing! ☺️☺️🥰

OH BOY! This has unlocked something! Something that I will get to at the end of the post here but let me just pop off for a second.

She is one of the very few people in Killian's circle that he will defend with his life. And as such she is allowed the gracious honor of seeing past the persona and knowing that he is actually vulnerable way deep down in his cold dead heart.

And that's why she is the guard dog for the guard dog. They look out for each other. Emotionally that is.

Because they certainly DO NOT need each other's help roughing people up. Just two absolutely FERAL bitches roaming these streets. They WILL tear you apart with their teeth and they will enjoy the way the way you scream :)

Chimera knows a fair amount of Greek! And has tried teaching it to Kills a few times, but I think two languages is all he can handle, as it gets mixed up with the Romanian floating around in there.

Chimera: "He is only a simple creature 😔"

Kills will pop in every now and again to one of her Burlesque performances. She really likes this particular side hobby, so she appreciates when he stops by. Ya know, just lurking at a darkened corner booth, making uncomfortable eye contact. A presence of reassurance if there ever was one 🤗

That also means that he gets to run up her discounted tab while he's there.

She is on pretty good terms with his family! As mentioned in Chance and Choice when Luce runs into her and Vic in the bypass. She occasionally babysits if no one else is available. Hard to do considering how closely knit the community is but sometimes it will happen.

(I also have a little WIP idea of them going on an adventure where Mera helps Vic come out of their shell a little.)

They have the same taste in interior decor considering that Chimera also lives in a cave lol

but with high ceilings, lots of plants and it looks out onto the Grecian mountainside. And she actually has like cute furniture and stuff. And a huge pool of boiling acid

Hardwood floors? Nah! We like to be surrounded by cold hard ROCK on all sides. Cozier that way :)

They also have a running gag between them where they legally CANNOT be each other's alibies. Anytime they try and play the "I was with Kills/Chimera" schtick the other will always vehemently deny it and just make life more difficult. It ticks both of them off but they cant stop doing it.

In essence, they talk shit, they drink, they smoke, they go to underground cage matches to watch people fight to the death. They engage in all kinds of debauchery and they wouldnt have it any other way.

Now this ask has also reminded me that I do in fact have a Kills and Chimera origin story in the drafts! For the series of Epilogue Stories that are still in the planning stages.

It is in ROUGH shape, I gotta iron out a lot of shit and maybe change the majority of the POV to something else. But it is there! So let me tell you about that.

Their first meeting was out of very bad circumstances because the first month or so of Chimeras life was very hard and tumultuous. A lot of fending for oneself in the elements and getting dragged into the Black Markets bullshit system. But luckily Kills was there out of pure curiosity and ended up saving her from a life of servitude.

So here is a little 500-word snippet of the rough cut for ya on the way out! Thank you for giving me the chance to talk about the Homeless man + Stripper combo.

And that was when some of the dingy lights started breaking and going out. Only a few left intact after every other one went out in a puff of sparks. It got colder too, and like there was suddenly someone else there besides her and the gang members. Something that you couldn't see, but you could feel. Watching from somewhere you also couldn't see.

The shadows in the room got darker. And that's when the little hooded goblin, the high buyer transformed. Revealed to be a man in long rust colored hair and dark robes.. Except he wasn't there to make good on his purchase.

The gang members that populated the warehouse froze at the intrusion. The trick was played on them by the Boogeyman himself. No one tried to move, lest they be the first item on his innocuous list. They didn't know what he could be here for, hell he could even still be trying to buy the spirit, but that's just the thing. With him? You could never know for sure.

“You people are disgusting,” he said through the dark hood. “I mean really, I'm used to how goblins tend to be, but this?” he says knocking on the metal cage, “this is just a new level. This is a person. You can't sell people, that's called, slavery.”

“What’s it matter to you?” the gang leader said, “You're the one who staked a claim to it and you're telling me you're here to play cop on us?”

“So you're insane and you insult me. Bold combination,” Killian said, putting his hands behind his back and slowly pacing to the front of the cage, “and it's my business because I say it's my business. What good is a poisons dealer if they’re chained to a single clientele their whole life? Now where's the fun in that?”

“We don't take threats lightly around here and you know it. It doesn't matter what you're here for, because you're gonna pay up the 200k or my boys will cut you up so bad it’ll look like you've been put through a cheese grater!”

The thirty odd some other gang members rallied in their bosses demand, brandishing their various bladed weapons and readying themselves to strike when given the word.

“Really?” He said, “I think you're the ones that’ll get cut up more than me, considering that I know someone in need of a scratching post.”

And with one swift kick to the rusted locking mechanism on the cage, the door opened from the top and crashed onto the ground, setting her free.

“And that time, I was ready to take them on. Apparently Killian had discretely sealed all the entrances, which made it easier for me to leave that warehouse much bloodier than when I arrived,” Chimera crooned.

She tells this last bit as though she's retelling a fond or even remotely happy memory.

“Jesus christ…” was all Lucy was able to mumble in response to such a tale.

#asks #OC #Musings #thank you K!#Chimera is a whole babe #and Killian is my whole HEART AND SOUL

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psychotrope777 · 8 months ago

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LONG POST INBOUND

someone asked for my favorite villager of each species... well here you go

ALLIGATOR: literally dont think ive ever had an alligator but based off concept alone roswell. drago is cool too but everyone likes drago so it doesnt really count

ANTEATER: olaf or zoe

BEAR: klaus, chow and curt are close seconds

BEAR CUB: i have to shoutout tammy bc shes been a recurring character in my NL and NH towns. i like murphy's design too

BIRD: hard to say. i guess jay or twiggy because those are the ones ive had. and admiral because he reminds me of general skarr which is amusing to me.

BULL: IDK rodeo i guess

CAT: there are more cats than any other species so this is hard... i have past villager bias for bob, kabuki, katt, and monique. also really enjoy ankha, merry, raymond, stinky (strafes out of trajectory of tossed brick) and tabby (dodges other brick). also really miss pierre bring back pierre PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PL

CHICKEN: i had becky in one of my ACNL towns, i have goose in my NH town, and i had either ava or betty in my gcn town. not particularly partial to any of the other ones

COW: technically theyre considered a separate species OK the game says. i think i had patty in my gcn town i dont really care about any of the other ones sorry

DEER: past villager bias for erik. shino is cool

DOG: past villager bias for goldie & shep. hard tie between goldie & shep i love them both. also really like lucky

DUCK: freckles, also had pate once or twice

EAGLE: sterling was in my city folk town. i guess sterling? avery and buzz have really good designs IDK im not particularly attached to any of them

ELEPHANT: paolo

FROG: croque no contest. i had prince and ribbot at some point and i think gigi and raddle have cool concepts

GOAT: chevre was in my gcn town and ill die fighting by her. also velma is cool

GORILLA: boone was in one of my NL towns but IDRC sorry. i guess hans or peewee

HAMSTER: i had flurry in one of my NL towns and graham is cool but honestly its very solidly marlo

HIPPO: past villager bias for biff and... i might have had rocco? IDK my favorite is probably biff though

HORSE: had buck, elmer, julian, and victoria previously but to be so honest i think the best one is colton in terms of like theme and design

KANGAROO: mathilda was in my gcn town. ill never forget her. she was rude as hell

KOALA: eugene no contest. had canberra and melba previously also

LION: i had elvis in a wild world save and lionel is in my NH town but TBH i think my favorite is bud Sorry

MONKEY: never had a monkey but i think tiansheng

MOUSE: past villager bias for samson. i also had moose previously but i dont value him. i think bella or petri are my favorites; greta has a cool design too

OCTOPUS: marina's in my NH town rn and i like her so she wins. octavian is cool and zucker is the most edible looking one. and cephalobot is cool too theyre all pretty good

OSTRICH: bias for phoebe. blanche, cranston and phil have really good designs. sprocket is cool but i wish his plating was like a slightly different color its too loud

PENGUIN: not super attached to any of the penguins sorry. i had hopper in either GCN or city folk and sprinkle is in my NH town

PIG: i had gala in my new leaf town but shes honestly probably not my favorite (im so sorry). i really like cobb's concept and design. i also have a bias for boris bc he was in my brothers' gcn town lol. rasher has one of the best executed designs of all the pigs IMO and dear god i miss sue e so bad COME BACK

RABBIT: idk. i think pippy was in my gcn town shes cute

RHINOCEROS: not particularly attached to any of them. i had tank. merengue is cute and i kinda like spike's design i guess

SHEEP: this one is hard. bias for curlos and muffy. i really like pietro's design and i want gen and woolio back So bad.

SQUIRREL: probably poppy. i had blaire and nibbles previously also so they get honorable mentions. and i really like hazel

TIGER: bangle, bianca, and rolf

WOLF: honestly i like all of the wolves. bias for wolfgang. i like dobie, freya, and kyle and i want tarou back

#my posts #animal crossing

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theolddarkmachine · 6 years ago

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Sheith Positivity Day Three

Share your favorite AU work you’ve made

Now, y’all probably think you know what I’m gonna say here. And tbh, it wouldn’t be wrong. But there is an AU that I love just a wee bit more than the rest, and that’s Starboy and Sugartits: A Love Story.

I literally thought of the idea on a 11 hour drive from Dallas back home after four straight days of partying with my best friend at Pride, and three Monsters. That next day I cranked out what was then my third ever Sheith offering for the archive and to this day it is still one of my favorites.

Is it the most realistic one shot? No. I realize you can’t see someone making eyes at your from across a darkened bar, and I know no one is really out here dropping that kinda money on tips.

But it was one of the best times I have had writing anything, which is what makes it my favorite AU I’ve done!

You’re a fine specimen looking for a job, and we’re looking for a hot, flaming bartender. Honestly, Shiro, my man. You were born to work at Voltron.

Lance’s words echoed through Shiro’s mind as he stood in front of the bar in the middle of the afternoon, wondering if he might be able to back out of the interview his best friend had setup for him. Sorry, not just any bar. Garrison strip’s number one gay bar where you come for cheap booze and expensive entertainment, Lance’s voice annoyingly corrected him.

He’d known the lanky 20-something since he’d moved to the neighborhood when he was four and his mothers had setup a playdate with Shiro’s mom. The first meeting had ended with Lance crying after the then seven-year-old Shiro had clamped a hand over the boy’s mouth in an attempt to get him to stop talking.

Now that he thought about it, not much had changed aside from the fact that now Lance would just lick his hand in retaliation and continue on whatever verbal tirade he’d been on. Shiro sighed loudly as he scrubbed the metal of his prosthetic hand down his face, enjoying the way the coolness of it felt against his sun-kissed skin. He’d only been standing outside for about 15 minutes waiting for his best friend, but in the heat of the desert, 15 minutes felt like an eternity as sweat had blossomed at the back of his neck. With a quick glance at his watch, Shiro decided Lance had approximately five minutes to get there before he would head back to his loft, strip back down to his boxers and continue binging the Real World.

“Only grandpas still wear watches,” the snarking voice that haunted his dreams called from behind him as if the universe had summoned him merely for having the thought.

Universe- 1, Shiro- 0.

AO3 // TUMBLR

#sheithpositivity #sheith #a VERY close second is i'll take the blame #it was the first kinda intense and darker au i wrote #and i just put so much work into that one and i just really love it #so a very close second lol consider it an honorable mention

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stevethehairington · 2 years ago

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Ship game 24 and 27 please

ooh thank you!! these are fun ones!! 💕

24. What are their favorite places to kiss on their partner(s)? What are their favorite types of kisses?

LOVE THIS ONE!! okay. so. eddie absolutely LOVES to kiss steve's freckles and moles. it's his favorite thing to do. the ones on his cheek, just beside his nose. the little triangle of them on his neck. the spray of them across his shoulders and down his back. the ones on the inside of his knee, the underside of his thigh. given the chance, eddie will take his time to kiss each and every one of them. his favorite to kiss, though, is the couplet on steve's cheek. the very spot that eddie had stared at as he leaned in close and called steve "big boy". he'd nearly done it, nearly taken the plunge and kissed him there for the first time, but he'd thought better of it at the last second and held back. when he did finally get to kiss it for the first time, he was delighted by the pretty, rosy color that bloomed beneath the freckles and made them pop as steve blushed. now, every change he gets eddie will swoop in to press a kiss there.

(also, honorable mention to the inside of steve's thighs lol. whenever they're in the bedroom and eddie's got steve laid out against his bed, he LOVES to kiss the inside of his thighs. loves to press his lips to the soft, sensitive skin there, loves to bite at it and suck bruises like secrets and smooth them over with wet kisses, with gentle kiss, with adoring kisses.)

steve's favorite place to kiss eddie is his pulse point, right there against the side of his throat. he likes to sweep eddie's hair out of the way, to gather it and push it to the side so he can duck in and press his mouth to that sweet sweet spot. he likes to feel eddie's heartbeat beneath his lips, strong and steady and sure. alive. here.

27. Who would propose? What would their wedding be like?

actually, i think it would be really funny and also really sweet if they both wanted to propose to each other, sort of around the same time too. except i think it would play out like this:

i like to think that steve bought the ring, like, a year after they started dating. he'd been that in love, that sure of them. he, of course, held onto it for all this time, because he knew a year of dating was way too soon to be bringing up marriage, and he knew eddie had a rocky relationship with the idea of marriage because of his parents, and honestly, steve sort of did too. but he'd had this gut feeling, and eight years later, it was still there. still there and stronger than ever.

steve wants to do something really romantic for the proposal, something that will truly sweep eddie off his feet (even though he's already done that). he wants it to be memorable, thinks eddie deserves something just as grand as he is. so steve spends SO much time planning it. he recruits robin and nancy (and even considers asking some of the kids for advice, but even though they're pretty grown now, they still don't know how to keep secrets from each other, so that's out of the question, he can't risk eddie finding out) and he has them help him brainstorm something good. it takes some time, but he finally comes up with a plan — the perfect proposal.

except, three days before steve's plan is supposed to finally come to fruition, eddie ruins it.

it's late in the evening, and steve is in the bathroom running through his nightly routine. he's got his hair pushed back with a bright pink sweatband, some sort of clay face mask goop all over his face (it had been a gift from robin — she'd made it herself, said it did wonders for her skin), and he's just finishing brushing his teeth too.

eddie's in the bedroom, already in his pajamas, but he's on top of the bedsheets as he leans against the headboard of their bed and reads.

steve spits the toothpase out and rinses his mouth. he's still got a few more minutes until he's supposed to wash the face mask away, but he doesn't want to sit in the bathroom, bored, so he marches the short distance to the door and walks into the bedroom.

eddie doesn't look up from his book, not until steve flops onto the bed beside him, then wriggles his way closer and pushes eddie's book aside.

"hey, i was reading that," eddie protests, and he looks like he might complain a little more until his eyes land on steve, and he promptly bursts into laughter — the deep, full-bodied kind.

eddie twists to face steve, pushes a hand flat to his chest so he can press him to the mattress and props himself up on his elbow to hover above steve, squinting at his face. "oh my god, what is that?" he asks in between his snickering. he swipes a finger against steve's cheek and collects some of the green goop. he holds it up and eye it, then gives it a sniff. he wrinkles his nose.

steve frowns at him as best as he can through the mask. "quit it," he whines, as eddie wipes the clay onto the side of steve's arm. "it's from robin, she said it's good for my skin."

eddie drops his forehead to steve's chest, still laughing. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry. it's just— you look like slimer, man," he says, and laughs harder.

steve makes an indignant noise, but he's laughing too.

and then eddie picks his head up again, catching steve's eyes, and he's got this ridiculously fond look on his face, something warm and adoring sparkling in his eyes, and he's shaking his head, smiling so wide, and then, "marry me?"

the laughter dies in steve's throat, catching on a soft, sharp inhale, his eyes going wide. "what?" he asks.

eddie doesn't even falter. "marry me," he repeats, not so much a question this time. this time, as it is a declaration.

"eddie," steve breaths, and his heart skips in his chest. then, "eddie." it's a little petulant, a little miffed, and it makes eddie's face screw up, that insecurity clawing it's way up for the first time since the words slipped from his lips.

eddie rolls off of steve, takes his hands off of him. "i— is that— i don't— look, steve—"

but before he can start to apologize or, god forbid, rescind the offer, steve rolls onto him, pins him to the bed. "i can't believe you just asked me that," he says, and he smiles.

eddie's brow furrows, but the sight of steve smiling must reassure him that he's not upset by the question. "should i— should i not have asked you that?" he asks, and he looks so confused that steve kind of wants to laugh.

so he does. drops his head to eddie's chest, just like eddie had done to him before, and laughs. "no," steve says, shaking his head. "no you shouldn't have," he lifts his head so he can meet eddie's eyes again, "because i was going to ask you that first," he finally says.

it's eddie's turn to be surprised. "what?"

steve nods. "yeah, i was going to propose to you in a few days. i had— shit, i had this whole thing planned out." he laughs again. "it was going to be so good. you were going to love it. there's no way you wouldn't have said yes."

a bubbly sort of laugh spills from eddie's lips. "baby, i would've said yes any way you ask me," he tells steve, wrapping his arms around steve's middle.

"except i didn't get the chance to, you ass!" steve complains, swatting lightly at eddie's arm. "i can't believe you!"

"i beat you to the punch," eddie says, grinning. "you didn't give me an answer, though," he adds, trailing off. he looks at steve with expectant eyes.

steve rolls his, then sighs. "ask me again," he tells eddie.

so eddie does. "marry me?" he asks.

and the smile on steve's face grows. it grows so wide that the clay starts to crack, and a couple flaky pieces fall off. "yes," he whispers. "yes," he says, and he dives forward so he can kiss eddie senseless.

(and at some point a little bit later, after the proposal and the acceptance has been celebrated and the two of them are lying together in bed, eddie will take steve's hand, twine their fingers, rub his thumb over the knuckle of steve's left ring finger. then he'll take the single ring he wears on his right hand from his finger and he'll slide it onto steve's. he'll tell him that that ring was his mother's — not her wedding ring, but still hers. and now it's steve's. his two favorite people. they never got to meet, but they still get to share this. to share this ring and eddie's love.)

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#asks #snivelyhannah #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #lol so i guess i lowkey wrote a mini fic for that proposal huh? dsjflsd #mack writes #macks ficlets

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httpknjoon · 3 years ago

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small world | pjm

plot | You attended a relative’s wedding with your child as the ring bearer. Unbeknownst to you, someone estranged is also showing up at the said wedding. Leading to a disclosure of a longtime secret.

words | 4.5k

genres | oneshot, fluff, (major?) angst

pairing | jimin x single mom!reader

warnings | language, alcohol, mentions of sex, vomitting, abortion

author’s note | i watched mamma mia (again) yesterday and thought of this plot. it can be crack, fluff, angst. in that order lol. i was carried away in the last part. but it’s the same universe as (re)starting over again. also, unedited. forgive me with some errors. anyways, let me know your thoughts. enjoy reading!

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“Mama, it’s too tight.”

Jihoon, your son, tugged in the hem of your white, cotton robe repeatedly. The make up artist stopped from putting on your eyeshadow so you can give your attention to Jihoon. Looking at him, he was visibly uneasy with the suspenders on his shoulders. You can’t help but too giggle with how cute he was.

“Who fixed it for you, bubba?” you asked him while you set up the straps more loose.

“Mima did.” your son pouted.

You looked at your mom, who’s busy with talking with your other aunts, unaware that her grandchild complains to you.

“There, bubba. You look handsome!” you told him in a enthusiastic tone.

“Thank you, Mama.” he shows you his toothy smile with his eyes almost closing. “I’ll go play with Nini.”

You nodded before he ran back to the other kids in the event. You sat back in the make up chair and just let the artist do the work.

It’s your Jisoo’s, your favorite cousin’s, wedding. You two practically grew up together. You even consider each other as siblings since both of you are only child. She asked you to be her maid of honor months ago while Jihoon as the ring bearer. Of course, you agreed with no second thoughts. The wedding was delayed for a month after some happenings. So, it was a really exciting day for everyone. Especially for your well knitted family.

“You’re done.” the artist spoke after spraying a setting spray on your face.

“Thank you.”

You then walked to your mom, who’s still chatting with your aunt. “Mom, can you keep an eye on Jihoon? I’ll just change to my gown.”

“Sure, honey.”

You trusted her small smile and walk to your designated room. Jisoo and her fiance, Namjoon, rented a whole events place to do their marriage ceremony, which includes many rooms to prepare at. With other bridesmaids, you helped each one with wearing your gowns. All the zip ups and tying the ribbons. The bridesmaid wore a pastel blue, column gown. While Jisoo made you wore a same color but with off shouldered gown intentionally to make you stand out as a maid of honor. You have the same bouquet of flowers.

“Mama, you look pretty!” Jihoon ran to you after you and the other bridesmaid went out to have a photoshoot.

“Thank you, bubba. Now, stay with Mima. Mama just have to take some pictures, okay?” you told him and he nodded.

The photographer took a picture of you and the other bridesmaids first. Later on, he asked for you to call the bride. Jisoo was already wearing her whimsical wedding gown. You assisted her with the long trail of it until you reached the spot.

“You look pretty, Jiji.” you called her by her nickname.

You two stood up next to each other as the camera flashes in front of you. The photo shoot went by for half an hour before everyone was asked to prepare for the ceremony. It was an outdoor wedding. Guests are finally asked to take place on the prepared seats. While everyone who’s part of the ceremony line up were asked to ready. You will be the first one to walk while your five-year old son will be in the near end of the line.

“Do you remember what to do? We practiced it, right?” you asked him and Jihoon nodded keenly.

“Walk ahead. Not too fast, not too slow.”

“And?”

“Smile!” he answers, showing his smile again.

You kissed his forehead, “Very good. Smile for everyone, okay?”

“Yes, mama.”

You walked back to your line. Everyone will walk solo, except for the bridesmaids and groomsmen. There are four partners. You wondered why the groomsmen has not lined up yet. Until the piano began playing. You heard guys behind you, saying sorry to their dates for being late. You did not looked back as you began walking down the aisle. With confidence and grace, you strolled until you reached your seat. Still standing up, you watched the others walking.

Until you spotted someone familiar. You blinked once, you blinked twice. You unconsciously let out a silent gasp.

No, it can’t be. It’s him. Park Jimin.

What the hell is he doing here?

Jisoo is saying her vows to Namjoon with tears in her eyes. You tried to listen and just stay calm. But you can’t help but to take many peeks to the man meters away from you. He doesn’t seems to notice that you were here too. Your laps were bouncing up and down out of stress while your heart pounds almost out of your chest.

“Mama, I’m bored.”

You look down to Jihoon, who’s already sitting beside you. He was playing with your hands as soon as he sat. But the duration of the wedding is taking a toll in his small patience. You forced a smile to him, trying to ripped off the thoughts in your head.

“Just wait a little, bubba. Watch Aunt Jiji and Uncle Namjoon.” you told him, pulling him closer to you.

You breathe in and out, hoping that you will not end up in a same table with Jimin later at reception. You wished to be placed away from him as far as possible, not wanting to even have a small talk with him.

The thing is, Jimin was your ex boyfriend. It was only six months of dating from five years ago. You two broke up because of time conflicts. It was a mutual decision though. The breakup happened in good terms. But the incident follows was not really ideal. Plus, there was a big reason why you don’t want to stay near him and the reason is beside you right now. Jihoon. That short relationship you two had resulted to this chubby little kid that you loved and cared for the most. And you never told Jimin anything about it.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Everyone stood up and clapped for the newly wedded couple. Focus on the wedding, Y/N. you thought to yourself. Then, you eyed on Jihoon, who’s covering his eyes with his small hands while the couple kissed. Just a couple of minutes later, guests were asked to go to the reception venue. You knelt down to Jehu, equal to his eye level.

“Bubba, Mama will just help Aunt Jiji. Can you go with Mima to the foods?” you asked him.

His mono lidded eyes suddenly widened, “Are we going to eat now?”

“Yes, bubba. Go to Mima and I’ll meet you in our table, okay?”

He nodded and ran again. You shouted a single careful. The kid loves running everywhere. When you saw him already with your mom, you walked to Jisoo to help her with her gown. The couple is still taking photos. You never seen her this happy. Her eyes and nose crinkles almost every second.

“Okay, the maid of honor and best man can join the shot.”

You stood beside Jisoo while Namjoon’s best man, his cousin, stood next to the groom. You whispered a simple congratulatory to your cousin and she softly beamed. After a few shots, you noticed that the bridesmaid and groomsmen are still there for their shots. From the perspective of your eyes, you know that he was looking at you. You bit your lower lip. You don’t want to look at him and spark a conversation. Just avoid him in the remaining time of the event.

“Bridesmaids and groomsmen, please stand next to them.” says the photographer.

You lost count of how many times the camera shutters until all of you can finally go to the reception area. It’s like your final job, to help Jisoo and her long trail of gown to arrive at the roofed venue with no struggles for the bride. Ten minutes later, you’re sitting in a table with your son and mom. Thankfully, it is away from the man you’re not looking forward to meet again.

“Mama, I want the chocolate.”

Jihoon points out to the chocolate fountain that was prepared for kids. Looking at it, you can see how messy it will be for your five-year old. Your mom gave him a marshmallow dipped in the chocolate earlier and there’s already spots of it on his white top. Also, having sweets in him made him more energetic with running everywhere.

“Please, mama.” he pouted with his appealing eyes.

You sighed, “Fine. But, let’s keep it clean. Alright? Don’t remove this in your clothes, okay? Just wipe your fingers with it.”

You tucked a table napkin cloth on his shirt, making it as a substitute bib. Your mom was busy eating and chattering up again with your relatives. So, you accompanied Jihoon to the fountain. You got him a plate for the marshmallows, bread sticks, and strawberries he wanted for the small bowl of chocolate.

“Jihoon, do you want to sit with us?” A little girl with pigtails walked to your son while you were walking back to your seats. You recognized her as one of the flower girls.

“Where?”

“There.” the girl pointed to the kids’ table.

The table have toys and other things a child can enjoy with. It’s not messy since there’s an attendant who help the kids. You noticed Jihoon looking up to you, his silent way of asking permission. Of course, you’ll let him. The adult table is too boring for him anyways. Nini, the little girl, made Jihoon sat beside him. You placed the plate and bowl in front of him.

“Mama will be seating with Mima, okay?” you told him and he only gave you a nod, already engrossed with the toys.

You sat back to your seat, he’s still in your eyesight. Everyone in your table are already having their conversation while you kept your attention to Jihoon. Seeing him having fun made you smile. It calms your heart for a bit. You hoped for this day to be anything you wanted.

The fairy lights in the event were already lit up when the couples’ first dance happened. After that, everyone is already free to dance and have drinks in the bar. Your other cousins invited you to have the cocktails with them but you kindly declined. Just settling with the lemonade around the corner.

“I can’t drink. I have a kid to keep an eye on.” you quipped to one of them and they quickly understood.

You don’t drink when you have Jihoon with you. You know you do many stupefied things when you’re tipsy or drunk. It’s been years since you last had fun with an alcohol. After you had Jihoon, you stopped drinking. Just taking sips when you and you’re friends are hanging out. You just want to focus on doing what’s good for him and maybe for you too. Maybe if he gets a little older, you will drink again.

Now, you’re sat with your cousins, still keeping an eye on Jihoon in the kids’ area. They are talking about their careers and love lives. Yoonji, one of your cousins, noticed you being quiet.

“Ah, Y/N. Loosen up! Jihoon will be fine.”

Your other cousins joined in, asking you to have fun once in a while.

“Almost everyone here is family. No one will take him away from you.” Saeron joked.

You tried to laugh with them. But, you don’t really find it funny as you worried more and more with Jimin getting near to Jihoon or you. You saw him a while ago with his date in the bar, hoping that he did not noticed you. You’re still not ready to tell him about everything. You don’t even had plans. Considering you moved to another city after you knew you were pregnant, you thought that you will never see him again.

“Look, have a sip.” Yoonji handed you a glass of vodka. You were about to shake your head when she said, “Just a sip.”

You gave up and took a sip as she said. It feels like a burn sliding down your throat. They cheered to loud for your liking, even gaining side eyes and looks from other guests. It’s the first time for them to see you having alcohol again. Before you had Jihoon, you and your cousins used to bar hopping in every places you go to. You were almost the leader of that activity. According to your relatives, you are the untamed one. You liked partying and having fun. They are even more surprised that you finished college than the news that you got pregnant four months later. But everyone in the family accepted you nonetheless. They loved Jihoon and treated him as everyone’s baby since you’re the first one to have a kid. No one forced you to admit who’s the father. Not even your mom knows it’s one of the groomsmen. They never met him anyway. Not even Jisoo.

“You know what? I’ll got get you a drink while—”

Yoonji was about to stand up when you stopped her, “It’s okay. I can get my own.”

You stood up, leaving the table. They continued chatting again. As you go to the bar, the bartender looked at you. He was a witness of your cousins asking you to drink with them a while ago. It’s like he’s waiting for you to say your order.

“Nah, still lemonade. Give me one in a glass like the one with cocktails.” you told him, making him chuckle.

You were just tricking you cousins so that they can stop. Your eyes moved back to where your son was. Still playing with the others. Not long after, the bartender handed you your lemonade but in a same glass as the alcohol. He even added some features to make it look like one of the cocktails.

“Thanks.” you smiled to him.

You just decided to stay in the bar counter, sitting in one of its high chairs. For now, you’re just waiting for the event to finish. Everyone were having fun. Jisoo and Namjoon are still going around their guests. Your mom are with her sisters. Your baby is with his new found friends. While you just want to go back to your room and rest.

“It’s a small world, isn’t it?”

Fuck.

You immediately registered that voice. You gripped tighter on the glass you were holding. Your heart starts beating faster again. Slowly, you looked to your right.

“H-Hey.” you tried not to sound nervous. “You... You’re here?”

Jimin chuckles, “Yeah, I’m friends with Namjoon. I actually saw you while taking pictures earlier.”

Me too.

“R-Really?” you can’t stop stuttering out of worry. You tried to take a glimpse of your son. Fortunately, he’s still busy with his friends.

“Yeah. It’s been a long time since I saw you.” Jimin told you in a friendly way. Like nothing happened when you last interacted. “I saw you’re the maid of honor, huh?”

Fuck, it’s small talk. It reminds you of the first time you met. You forgot how time quickly passed by when you two began talking back in that bar.

“Jisoo is my cousin.” you replied with a tight smile. You kept looking behind you to check on Jihoon, hoping that he will not go to you now.

“Is the seat taken?” Jimin points out to the vacant chair beside you.

You shake your head. You don’t know what he wants but you don’t want to make everything awkward or weird towards him. You just wish that he will talk to you shortly or you will have a reason to leave.

“Y/N, about that night...” Jimin was careful with his words and you can feel it because you know what night was he pertaining to.

You let out an awkward chuckle, “Oh, let’s just forget about it.”

It was a fucking one night stand after we broke up and I don’t want to talk about it.

“I know that it has been years. But, I feel sorry for making you on your own in the morning.” He spoke gently.

Oh, yeah. You had your own walk of shame in his shared apartment with his best friend, Taehyung, that you barely knew. Jimin was nowhere to be found when you woke up. You had to ask his best friend where he was, who also don’t know where he was. It took you a few days before you cut off any connections with Jimin. Even a couple of months later when you learned that you were pregnant.

“It’s fine.”

You finally looked at him and his sorry eyes. You hate how Jihoon got almost every features of his face. Especially his unique eyes and plump, pink lips. You had the baby in you for nine months. But it ended up looking like his father. But you don’t hate Jimin. You don’t blame him with any of this entanglement you’re in right now. It was your choices that led you to this.

“Mama.”

Your eyes immediately widened as you heard that small voice. You looked back and your son is looking at you with urgency.

“I have to pee.”

You looked at Jimin who seemed surprised too with the arrival of the little kid. Ignoring him, you stood up and held Jihoon’s hand, ready to leave. “Okay, let’s go to the restroom.”

“I don’t want to go to the girls’ restroom, Mama!” he stomped his foot. “Nini told me that I can’t go there.”

Your eyebrows scrunched. In all times he can get a bad mood, why now? you asked yourself. You sighed and stayed calm, “But, bubba, you’ll have me. We can go together.”

“No!” He’s one step to throwing a tantrum.

“Bubba, Mama can’t go in the boys’ rest—”

“I can go with him.”

You looked back, Jimin already stood up with a smile and ready to go with you. Your little boy immediately trusted him and held Jimin’s hand, letting go from yours.

“Let’s go, please.” Jihoon pleaded.

Jimin led the way to the restroom. You just followed behind with an apprehensive look. At the same time, the scene in front of you warms your heart. Seeing him holding his son’s hand for the first time made you reflect on what you have done. As you wait outside the door, you exhaled. Guilt slowly eats up your whole body. For the first time in five years, you thought of doing something that you should have done years ago.

“What will you say to him, Jihoon?”

After having his relief, you carried Jihoon on your way back to the reception area. His hands were still damp from washing it.

“Thank you.” Jihoon said with a smile that have a big resemblance to the man beside you.

Jimin has been quiet when they got out the restroom. It makes you feel nervous. But he then gave a small smile to your son as he ruffles his hair,

“Your welcome, buddy.”

As you reached the doors to the venue, you put Jihoon down. You walked him back to the kids’ table. While Jimin just follows you.

“Bubba, Mama will just talk to someone. Go to Mima if you need something, okay?” you told him.

Jihoon nodded before playing with his friends again. You and Jimin walked outside the reception, away from the loud music and people. It was like an unspoken chat after Jimin and Jihoon went out the rest room. He looked at you in a certain way. You can’t tell if he’s angry, sad, or even shocked.

In the veranda of one of the small houses in the event place, it’s the one where your designated room were, you and Jimin stayed. It was silent, only the blows of the breezy wind can be heard. Plus, the distant noise from the main event. Jimin leaned his arms on one of the railings as he looks out the place. You remained in a safe space beside him, darting glances on him every minute.

“Jihoon, huh?” he suddenly spoke, not even looking at you.

You did not answer, it felt like something’s stuck in your throat. By the way he sounds, it’s like he was in sad amusement feeling.

“You have a nice kid.” he added. “He told me a lot in the short time back in the rest room. He likes the chocolate back there. Also, the girl his playing with. He said he just started going to school this year.”

Finally, you tried to respond, “Y-Yep, I just enrolled him—”

“He told me he’s five.”

Jimin turned to you, he faces you with a mixed expression. Now, you can see the hurt and fury in his eyes. He already knows. Of course, he does. It’s an easy math. You felt frozen in your position as thoughts popped in your head. You tried to look at him straight in his eyes but you ended up looking away.

“We last saw each other five years ago. We slept together five years ago.” he put stress in some words he said, frustration showing up.

He took a step closer to you while you remained pinned in your place. The guilt, fear, and sadness were all adding up in your system. You felt like throwing up.

“I-I...” you got nothing to say.

“Is... he mine?” he asked, almost breathless.

You gulped the biggest lump you felt in your throat and gathered all the courage you had to look him in the eye, “Y-Yes.”

You see his knuckles turning white as he clutched tighter on the railings. He turned his head down and seconds later, you can hear him sobbing. You don’t know if you should calm and touch him.

“I’m sorry.”

Jimin looked up with his tear-stained cheeks. You can’t help but to see the similarities of him and Jihoon. Whenever your son cried about a toy or something else, he have the same red, pouty lips and flushed cheeks.

“You know, I-I saw you in a supermarket like three years ago. You... You were pushing a cart by the d-dairy aisle. T-Then I saw you with a t-toddler. J-Jihoon.” he saw sobbing in between his story. “I-I was happy for y-you since I know t-that you’re happy by the way you p-play peek a boo and laughed with him.”

You were just quiet as he tell his story. Your vision was beginning to blur with tears forming by your eyes. You looked away as you immediately wiped your tears.

“I... I know it was shitty to be gone so suddenly after we had sex although we already broke up . And I am so sorry for that. But, do you have to hide him from me this long? Or did you even thought of telling me?”

That’s where a fire sparked in you. Your jaw clenched as your eyebrows lowered. You said through your gritted teeth, “I had my reason.”

“Then, what is it, Y/N?” he sounded like he’s challenging you.

You did not take time to lessen the anger in you and just answered,

“You made me feel unwanted. We had a break up and then we met by the bar just two days later. Next thing I know we were having the best sex of our lives. Then, in the morning, I wake up with no one beside me. Realizing it all now, I know I shouldn’t have expected something when you asked me to go to the bar with you. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected for us to happen again. Because clearly, you liked me for something else. In conclusion, you fucking made me feel used.”

“I... I did not like you for sex.” Jimin said in disbelief. “My mind was a mess that time. We already broke up and I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, sorry. Clearly, I am not a mind reader who can know your thoughts.” your sarcasm was over the roof when you’re mad. “I waited for days because there’s still this tiny hope in me. Because I know you’re not that low, Jimin. I know that you are a great person and ghosting people is not your thing. But you were in dead silence for days! You should have called or even texted me. There’s fucking social media.”

Jimin was already looking down and you can feel that every weight you had on you for years were slowly lifting up. You let out a big, heavy sigh as tears scroll down your cheeks. Thank God the makeup was all waterproof.

“You made me feel unwanted and I don’t want that to happen with my baby too.” You cried. “I got scared of telling you because I had this ideas that maybe you will just deny us or push us away. Maybe you will be scared too and tell me things that I would never want to hear. Like, give him up.”

You teared up and Jimin now eyed you with more care, “I... I wouldn’t say that. Never.”

“But I don’t know that, Jimin. It was a crazy world in here.” you pointed in your head with a sad chuckle. “I thought of things so much and I let that turn into fears and I am so, so sorry.”

You poured all the sincerity in you as you apologized to him, hoping that it will somehow made everything lighter.

“I had so many doubts when I learned I am pregnant. One of those was you. But tonight, when I saw you with Jihoon, even for that short interaction, I knew I was wrong. I realized that I robbed you and especially my child for having a father in his life.”

It hit you like a truck when you fully realized everything. You know how hard it is growing up without a father. You experience it yourself. You began crying hysterically and Jimin did not stop himself from hugging you.

“What kind of mother am I?” you sobbed on his chest. “I’m a bad mo—”

“Shhh... Shhh...” Jimin hushed you as he strokes your back. “Jihoon grew well in five years. He is respectful, nice, and fun. You did well in raising him alone.”

You cried more as you listen to his praises. There a little part of you who’s saying that you don’t deserve this from him, considering on what you did. But a huge part of you calms down with his soft voice and gentle touch. Slowly, he caresses your cheeks and made you look at him.

“You’re an amazing mother. Don’t take that away from yourself. Okay?”

You don’t know if it’s just the tiredness you feels or the soft feeling of his touch made you rest your head in his palm. You felt a heavy weight got off your chest now.

“Thank you, Jimin. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes as he leaned it. It’s amazing how his touch relaxes your mind. He placed a peck on your forehead before hugging you again. It lasted for a few minutes until he let go of you. You two decided to get a glass of water for each of you inside the empty house that you stayed at.

“If it’s okay, can we do a schedule or something so I can get to know him?” Jimin asked after drinking his water.

“Sure.” you smiled at him. “I’m sure that Jihoon will be happy to know you too.”

a/n: not gonna lie, teared up there a little.

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archduchessofnowhere · 2 years ago

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Why didn't Sisi like Carlota of Mexico?

Hello anon! I'm really sorry that it took me so long to answer this question. It is a bit long and it took me a while to put it together, but I hope you find my answer helpful!

Long story short: they were pitted against each other. Charlotte not only was a very intelligent woman, at the time of her marriage to Archduke Max she was also considered a great beauty, more beautiful than Elisabeth (her father King Leopold referred to her as the prettiest princess of Europe - although all doting fathers think that of their daughters, so this is anything but an unbiased opinion lol). The Archduchess Sophie had nothing but praises towards Charlotte, and the Viennese court in general preferred her over the Empress. This made Sisi grew resentful of her sister-in-law, who in everyone's eyes was the perfect wife and daughter-in-law, unlike her. But there is more to it.

Elisabeth and the Archduke Max also got along really well, since they had more similar personalities. It may be that Charlotte was jealous of their closeness (and Franz Josef too). According to Joan Haslip's The Crown of Mexico, during their engagement Max gifted Charlotte, among other things, a portrait of Elisabeth. Who knows what she thought of that.

Sisi and Charlotte didn't start off great either: Max married Charlotte July 1857, only two months after the death of Archduchess Sophie Friederike, Sisi and Franz Josef's infant daughter. When Charlotte was to be introduced to the Imperial family they were still in mourning, but Franz Josef made the court come out of the mourning in order to held a gala reception at the Schönbrunn in Charlotte's honor. Elisabeth, who was still recovering from her daughter's sudden death, wasn't happy to leave her mourning to receive her new sister-in-law and it showed. Also according to Haslip, she left the reception in tears.

As I already mention, Elisabeth was likely jealous of everyone praising Charlotte while she was looked down. Charlotte was likely jealous of her husband's friendship with Elisabeth, but this one went both ways, since we have Elisabeth calling Charlotte "that pretentious little Coburg, who was always showing off her knowledge and was so boringly possessive with Max" (this quote is from Haslip's Crown of Mexico but she doesn't give a source and that drives me insane lol). Another thing that Haslip notes is that Charlotte apparently also looked down on Elisabeth for being "just" the daughter of a Duke in Bavaria, while she was the daughter of a King. Given that the ducal origins of Sisi were heavily judged by the Viennese court it wouldn't surprise me if this was the case.

When Elisabeth returned from her half-a-year-long stay on Madeira, she arrived in Trieste, where she reencontered with her husband, and her brother and sister-in-law (there is a painting by Cesare dell'Acqua depicting this moment that you may have seen). There is a story that, during her stay at Miramare, Max's castle in Trieste, Elisabeth's sheepdog attacked and killed Charlotte's little lapdog that had been a present from Queen Victoria. Allegedly, Elisabeth's reaction to Charlotte's grief was stating that she disliked small dogs.

Elisabeth and Charlotte were, in general, very different women, who wanted very different things: Elisabeth spent her whole life running away from her role as an empress, something that Charlotte wanted enough to support the Mexican enterprise. Elisabeth was totally against this, and she couldn't understand why would they want a Crown, let alone one so far away in such an unstable country. It seems that the genuine worry she felt about the fates of her brother and sister-in-law made Elisabeth soften towards Charlotte, because when she was in Mexico she wrote to Sisi a letter "thanking her for all the kindness she had shown her during the last visit [she made to Vienna]" (1965, Haslip).

Elisabeth and Charlotte saw each other only once after the Second Mexican Empire fell, Max was executed and Charlotte's mental health collapsed. Charlotte spent the rest of her life secluded in Belgium, almost forgotten by the rest of the world. When Crown Prince Rudolf became engaged to Princess Stephanie of Belgium, Charlotte's niece, in 1880, Sisi went to Brussels to congratulate them. After that, she went to visit the former Empress of Mexico. We don't know what they talked about during that visit, wheter Charlotte was concious or not, but that was the last time they saw each other. Charlotte died aged 86 in 1927, after being reclused for sixty years.

There is one more story, kinda impossible to check out, about Sisi and Charlotte. In 1891 Elisabeth visited Miramare with her Greek teacher Constantin Christomanos, where she allegedly said about the former Empress: "Thirty years of madness—a terror-haunted abyss, and yet I am told she is getting stout." If this story is true, then this is the last recorded time Elisabeth ever mentioned her forgotten sister-in-law.

So from what I could gather, there were several reasons for them to dislike each other rather than a single one. But mainly I think it was jealousy. I think that Crown Princess Stephanie put it down the best way on her memoirs: "there was also an outspoken dislike and jealousy between Charlotte and her sister-in-law, the Empress Elizabeth. It was impossible for these two beautiful women to shine in the same firmament."

#it should be noted that my main sources here were haslip's books which are a bit old #but also she is the one that wrote the most about their relationship - other biographers don't really touch much upon the subject #i wonder what the newer works on elisabeth say about this. another day suffering because there isn't a translation of winkelhofer's book :(#empress elisabeth of austria #empress carlota of mexico #the crown of mexico: maximilian and his empress carlota (1972)#the lonely empress: a biography of elizabeth of austria #author: joan haslip #asks

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angie-baebii · 3 years ago

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My Top 10 BL Dramas of 2021

This is long af so enjoy!! :)

Honorable Mentions ⬇️

Light On Me(8/10)

Okay, so first I loved Light On Me a lot and looked forward to it every single week but it is in the honorable mentions despite my love for it simply because I feel as though the writers paid too much attention and put too much focus onto Taekyung and Daons' "relationship" despite the fact that they wouldn't even be ending up together at the end of the series.

focusing so much on a side ship that was never gonna have anything come out of it just didn't make any sense and because of it, it actually would have made more sense if Taekyung would have ended up with Daon even though I would have hated that.

anyway, while I loved Tae and Shinwons' chemistry I do think ultimately we should've gotten more from them throughout the show.

Re-watch Value: 7/10

Golden Blood(5/10)

Golden blood was an aight show and sometimes the acting was a bit awkward on Sun and Sky' side. I originally started watching the show because Gun was in it but ended up finishing it because of Bank and Pitch, their relationship was nice and they had a lot of chemistry. Bank and Pitch made the show worth finishing and I would re-watch for them alone.

Give them a series people!!

anyway, Re-watch value: 5/10

(Just for Bank and Pitch)

Fish Upon The Sky(5/10)

Honestly, while this show was airing I did look forward to it every week for Mork and Pi but towards the end I realized that I was tuning in for Duean and Meen and also just to see Pond because he's illegally beautiful.

Duean and Meen stole the show and I don't know if that comes from me always having second couple disease or if it's because I love Neo so much and he cracks me up every time he's on the screen but either way they stole the show and they gave me something when I felt like I was getting nothing

Re-watch Value: 6/10

(for Duean and Meen)

Top 10 ⬇️

#1. Bad Buddy(10/10)

Bad Buddy has of course came in at the number one spot despite not even ending yet because it deserves it. period. I wait every single week for Frigay and then feel sad when Saturday comes lol.

Ohm and Nanons' close friendship has come together to truly give us a masterpeice full of chemistry and love that you can feel it’s real even though it comes from friendship and not a relationship and it really caused us to love their characters and journey so far.

I knew I would love Ohm's acting because I've been a stan since 2017 but Bad Buddy made me see that Nanon is so good and I would love to watch him in something else as well.

Re-watch value even though it hasn't ended: a definite 10000/10

#2. To My Star(10/10)

First off don't ever ask me about To My Star because I will in fact talk your ear off about it. were there only nine short episodes? yes, but will I talk about it as if it is on it's second twelve episode season? yes, yes I will. Seo Joon and Ji Woo had so much chemistry even when Ji Woo was trying to pretend they didn't.

Ji Woo tried so hard to be a rude person to Seo Joon but he ended up caring about him right from the beginning. their love story just always makes me so happy but anyway, I won't even say all my feelings about To My Star because then this post would be way too long.

Just know I've watched it a lot and I'm in love with both Seo Joon and Ji Woo and I am very impatiently waiting for season two

(Translation: I am in fact dying inside :) )

Re-watch value: 10000/10

#3. You Make Me Dance (10/10)

I have watched You Make Me Dance almost as much as I have To My Star. two lonely humans Shi On and Hong Seok meet and create magic. their love story was fast and slow at the same time which is crazy considering the amount of episodes we got and the length as well.

you would think because the show was so short the relationship would feel fast paced and rushed but yet it never crossed my mind that it did. their story felt perfectly paced and just right.

Shi On and Hong Seok didn't know each other very long yet they both knew they couldn't and wouldn't choose to live without the other. It was beautiful and I am still obsessed. also the OST for the show is chef's kiss it currently stands at #78 on my top 100 of the year on Apple Music go listen to it guys.

WHERE'S MY SEASON 2!?!?

Re-watch value: 10000/10

#4. Don't Say No(8/10)

Just for starters about Don't Say No, I watched the show because Ja and First have really good chemistry and they made me fall in love with the thought of Leo and Fiat being a couple from one scene in TharnType and I just ran with that.

were there things Mame could've changed and made better or took out all-together? yes, very much so. for starters, that bitch with the afro(?...) should have never been able to blackmail Fiat into sleeping with him to protect Leo. Fiat should have never went through half the things he went through.

I feel like Mame just thinks of one bad thing and just goes off of that and then just ends up with twenty bad things that for some reason she decides to keep. But other than the obvious bad things Mame can't seem to leave alone, I loved Ja and First' chemistry as usual and I would watch again while ignoring the plot of course because Mame is trash, but we already knew that.

Re-watch value: 10/10

#5. History 4: Close To You

(10/10)

Listen, we're not talking about Xing Si and Yong Jie let's forget about that relationship for right now even though I love me some Xing Si and he is so beautiful lets not make this post about the brother relationship lol.

Mu Ren and Li Cheng had such a good relationship and a pretty good progression from friends to boyfriends and even though they stumbled sometimes they were also pretty good at communication which a lot of couples in BL could learn from them.

The show is super good and I have watched it quite a bit and always have the urge to binge it. if you haven't given it a chance I recommend you do and just skip Xing Si's scenes with Yong Jie :)

Re-watch value: 10000/10

#6. Beloved In House: I Do

(10/10)

To be honest since this show dropped I have re-watched it quite a bit. I think once every month I get the urge to binge it lol I actually just started it again earlier. Yu Zhen and Shi Lei were so good together.

I didn't even pay attention to the side couple and that's a rarity for me because if you know me you'd know I have second couple disease but with Yu Zhen and Shi Lei why would you pay attention to another couple? their chemistry was just really good and I think the casting did really well with picking them for the characters. They molded well together.

Re-watch value: a definite 10000/10

#7. Kieta Hatsukoi(10/10)

Kieta Hatsukoi was such a good series that if it came on earlier in the year it most likely would have been a bit higher because with this list I'm already conflicted with the spot I put it in. I started binging it after it ended 'cause I wanted to wait and I'm glad I did because once I started I couldn't stop, it was that good.

it was hilarious and had me cackling at seven in the morning, it also did a really good job with showing Ida and Aoki's conflictions with liking one another. Aoki because he thought he liked Hashimoto and the thought of liking a guy never passed his mind and Ida because he never liked anyone.

I thought they did a really good job at showing both their emotions with this new revelation of theirs. the pace was very good as well and not adding a kiss at the end just made sense with them still getting used to each other. I highly recommend it to anyone.

Still hoping for a special episode or movie in the future like Cherry Magic though.

Re-watch value: a definite 10000/10

#8. A Tale of a Thousand Stars (8/10)

A lot of people would probably disagree with the spot I have put atots at because it was and is very loved and I love it as well but to be honest, the reason why atots is this low is because I love all of these dramas so much and had such a hard time with the placements.

also because I'm a depressed person and I look for happiness in my shows to help with it and I just feel like there were times the show was too depressive for me but other than that, love the show and EarthMix of course and I can't wait for their next dramas :)

also the scene at the airport is still one of the best and I could watch it all the time

Re-watch value: 8/10

#9. Lovely Writer

With Lovely Writer a lot of people didn't like Nubsib but to be honest I really liked Nubsib and I liked Gene a lot as well. I thought both characters had their flaws instead of focusing on one characters flaws(i.e, Nubsib) like others did I was able to enjoy the show more that way.

I feel like others took a lot of things in the show too seriously but that's my personal opinion on it. the show was good and I would watch it again, which I have. I do think there could have been more but hey, that's why it's at #9 right?

Re-watch value: 9/10

#10. Utsukushii Kare

The series name is My Beautiful Man and the show was beautiful as well. I feel as though the way the show was shot let us feel how both characters felt very well. we got to see into both of their minds instead of just one the whole way through, it showed us how we perceived Kiyoi most of the series wasn't really how he was and how you would think he thought of Hira based off of how we seen through Hiras' wasn't correct at all.

he didn't think he was better than Hira and he was actually pretty sad and alone and just wanted Hira to see him the way he seen himself, not a king but a regular man that just wanted the person he loved(Hira) to love him back. did Kiyoi have toxic traits? yes. but do all humans have things they could fix about themselves? yes as well so lets not act like Kiyoi is the devil reincarnated.

anyway, I love this series so much and the only reason why it's so low is by default because of the amount of episodes

Re-watch value: 10000/10

if you made it this far thank you for reading this mess of my thoughts, love ya!! :) and Happy New Year!!

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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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Hellooo queen I hope you had/will have a great day. This is actually my first time requesting something so I’m very sorry if I do something wrong 🥺🥺... can you maybe write some fluff (OR NSFW I DONT MIND... just love him way too much damn) stuff for dabi?? I don't know if you only take requests with exact instructions or if this request is enough... if you need something more precise i will try to come up with something! Thank you very much!!

Hello, love! You did it perfectly & thank you so much for asking! I can be a bit of a lurker on things, so I totally get how much courage it takes to do one of these.

You did amazing & I love, love this question. I love it so much that I went ahead and took an old outline of mine & made it into a full blown fic for you!

Now, in honor of all the craziness swirling around our favorite flame user, Imma post it a little earlier then I’d planned! So, thank you for the ask & I hope to talk to you again ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7496

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW 18+ only, mentions of blood and gore, heat play, dick piercings, adult language and freaking Dabi. That alone should warn you.

Thermós θερμός ther·mos adjective m (feminine θερμή, neuter θερμόν); warm, hot, boiling, glowing

It’s sweltering; the fervor of summer sticky, humid, and oppressive. Japan is in the throes of August, and this heatwave is not letting up. Even at night, it’s impossible for Dabi to get comfortable. He’s been lying, half naked, draped across his narrow twin mattress for the last few hours, sweating.

His quirk isn’t helping matters.

He’s been trying to recruit new members. Every day, he sets out, pounding the pavement, sifting through the bits and pieces of trash that he runs into. It’s a pity. If those scrubs weren’t so fucking pathetic, he might not be in this predicament. But they are, and now he’s having to suffer the consequences of his temper.

His phone gleams on his dilapidated side table, a text message chiming across the screen as it flashes a speck of brightness into the darkened room. Groaning, he leans over and snatches it up, his hands slick as he clutches the encased plastic.

It’s Toga.

As a rule, he tries to avoid her. He hates her chatter. It’s always some unending nonsense about those UA kids, about Stain, or about fucking blood. It’s always blood with her. Give her five minutes, and she’ll work it into her conversation somehow, even if it’s just blurting it out, a blush staining her cheeks.

Fucking freak.

[ Blondie: 12:34 am ]

- found smth 4 u. (Y/N) has a place. Keeps it @ like 60 degrees… lol

Well, disgusting as Toga is, she has her uses; he thinks as he reads her text.

He’d asked her, a few days before, if she knew a place where he could crash. Somewhere that had some goddamn air conditioning. The hideout’s unit is on the fritz again, not that it had ever worked all that well.

Hmm, well this is something, at least.

Dabi’s isn’t sure what to think about Toga’s little ‘find’. You were a newer recruit, someone that Compress had brought in.

He hadn’t paid much attention to you. You didn’t stay at the base and were only around if there was a specific mission, or a task, that Shigaraki set for you. He isn’t even sure what your quirk is. You seemed easy-going, neutral, but he doubted you’d extend that easy-going demeanor to him camping out at your place for the A/C.

Chucking his phone back on the side table, Dabi flops to his side and tries to drift off, hoping his exhaustion will let him ignore the suffocating heat he’s drowning in.

Fuck.

He’d done it again. It was hard to resist the urge when these people spouted such vague fucking bullshit at him. No one, not fucking one of them, could live up to his cause. And if they couldn’t meet that standard? Well, they were better off as ash, melting into blackened pools as the asphalt greedily soaked their blood into its cracked depths.

There is a heat advisory today.

He’d heard the news as he scarfed down a quick breakfast at the hideout’s bar. He wouldn’t be out for that long, he reasoned. Besides, maybe today he’d find someone good.

Wishful thinking on his part.

His skin feels oppressive and his staples and piercings are scalding, the metal hissing and steaming as he tries to dampen his quirk. It’s harder to regulate his temperature on hot days. He shouldn’t be out here, he thinks, snarling as he pats out a few rogue flames that catch on his dark jacket. Even lifting his arm to perform that simple task makes him grunt, hissing out a mantra of curses.

Shit, fuck, goddamn it fucking all.

He looks bitterly up at the sun and debates his next move.

He could retreat to the bar, but that doesn’t solve his problem. No, the viscous heat that radiated along those upper floors would just make his skin feel worse. Hell, it might even result in more mottling, his burns stretching farther along his arms and chest. He’s not going back to the bar.

Where the fuck even is he?

He peers down the alley toward the street. It’s not too busy; just after noon, so most of the foot traffic from the morning has died down. He yanks his hood up, ignoring the ache of his legs as he stalks toward the street corner.

Carefully, he pokes out, his eyes tracing over the crosswalk, looking for the street signs. Ah. He’s close to that address, your address, that Toga sent him.

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he saunters along the pavement, careful to keep his head down.

You were out of town.

He’d picked up that tidbit from Compress this morning. The masked man had been lamenting that you might be away for a few days, possibly weeks. Something about being on a fact finding task for that shadowy voice that talked with Shigaraki from his tv.

He didn’t care, still doesn’t. All he knows is that you supposedly keep your place cold, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

You’ve got a nice apartment.

It’s decorated in pleasing whites, yellows, reds and greens, with clean lines and modern touches. It’s kinda like you, he considers as he shrugs his coat off and breathes in that amazing waft of cold A/C. You’ve been useful to have in the League; efficient and no nonsense about the missions you're given and you can fit in with the outside world. You’d give even Toga a run for her money when it comes to espionage, he’s heard others say about you.

Dabi tosses a distasteful glare at your narrow couch and pads toward your bedroom, shouldering the door open and stepping into the dark sanctuary.

Your bed looks nice. It’s a good size too.

Lifting his boots from his feet and stripping down to his boxers, he presses into your clean sheets; shivering as the chilly air hits his overheated skin, cooling and dampening that oppressive sense of heat. He’s out in seconds, his body relaxing, slackening as he falls into the void of his dreams.

Yeah, now that he’s had this, there’s no way he’s staying at that hideout of the League’s unless he has to.

You’re gone for the better part of a week.

He’s started asking Compress about you. At first, the older man had given him an impassive stare. Since when did Dabi even know your name?

He’s asking because he needs to talk with you about… uh… supplies?

This, apparently, is the correct thing to say, because Compress nods his head sagely and elaborates on your timetable. You’re collecting things for Kurogiri and you’ll be gone for another few days.

Good, Dabi thinks, slinking into your apartment again, lowering the window behind him. He’s careful to leave things as he found them, his entryway into your place included. You don’t need to know about this.

What the fuck would he even say to you?

Hey, uh, it’s fucking hot at the hideout, and since you’ve got a working A/C unit and like 3 fans, he’s been sleeping over at yours. No big deal, right?

Even after you return, he keeps sneaking in.

He’s gotten your schedule memorized, and he’s heedful of the hours you keep. You’re a little more regular than the others in the League. You actually sleep at night; unlike the rest. The others are often out at God knows what hour, combing for recruits and leads, but not you.

So, Dabi shifts into full night owl mode. He crashes at your place in the midmorning, after you leave for the day, trying to ignore the perfume that comes from your sheets.

You’ve got a nice smell.

It’s oddly comforting, and he hates when he accidentally burrows into your pillows; nostrils flared, inhaling that aroma that’s all you. While he’s never talked with you before this, he goes out of his way to ignore you now.

What he’s doing is fucking weird, and lines are blurring. The other week he’d bumped into you coming out of the bar and he’d almost snatched you to him.

You must have just showered, because that fucking scent was radiating off your skin. It’s nothing too, eh, feminine? No, it’s more like… oranges and sandalwood. It’s a heady blend of rich balsamic and citrus, and he can’t get it out of his head.

August has faded into September, and he’s still sleeping over at yours.

He can’t help it. It’s not his fault your bed is so downy and, fuck, cool. It’s like the sheets don’t absorb his warmth. No, they’re always cold and they feel so fucking good against his staples and burned skin.

It’s midmorning, closer to noon, and he’s dozing, his eyes heavy and drooping. He’s exhausted, so bone tired, that he doesn’t hear your door opening. No, he doesn’t even notice you until he hears your voice.

“Um, would you like to tell me why you’re in my bed?”

He’s on his feet in a flash, a slow flicking of blue flames tracing along his fingers. You’re framed in your doorway, eyes wide, stepping away from his aggressive stance.

“Woah, woah,” you begin, lifting your hands in supplication. “Let’s just… take a minute and talk. I’m not-”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he snaps, his cerulean eyes narrowing, but he dampens his fire, a long curling of smoke framing his face.

“Uh, I think you got that backward there, bud. You’re not supposed to be here, I live here,” you scoff, one hand propping on your hip, head tilted exaggeratedly.

Dabi is about to spit something else out when you stride into your bedroom, tugging your jacket off and sauntering over to a tall dresser. He snaps his mouth closed and watches you. He’s not sure how he’s going to talk his way out of this, and he’s grateful for the reprieve. But, he knows an onslaught of anger or, fuck, preserve him, a lecture is incoming. Worst case, he thinks, observing you from his peripheral as you tug out a long shirt and some shorts, you’ll just kick him out and that will be that.

You glance at him again, your eyes lingering over his exposed chest and legs, and he can’t help the scowl that breaks over his face. He’s not embarrassed, he’s just, well, he’s not sure how to classify that stare. Most people recoil or toss him a glance of pity, their brows wrinkled with worry and distaste. But you? You arched an eyebrow and smiled.

Fucking weirdo.

Pausing in your doorway, you bite your lip into your mouth and carefully speak your next statement, voice smooth. “Look, while I’d rather you, oh, I don’t know, asked me about staying here. I’m not in the mood to argue with you, and I’ve got a long journey ahead of me tonight.” You take a deep inhale and toss him another smile.

“Just… just lay back down and get some rest. I promise I won’t molest you,” you tease, and he snaps his head up at that, his chin jutting in agitation.

You laugh at his sour face and he feels wrong-footed; lost. What the fuck? Who says shit like that? Who is in their right mind is just, oh, no worries man, promise I won’t grab your dick?

What’s wrong with you?

“I’m going to change and then I’m going to go to sleep. You can go, or you can stay, I really don’t care. All I know is that I’m not going to sleep on the couch when I’m in my apartment.” You retort, that grin still lifting your lips as you step away, the wall shielding you from his view.

Dabi remains where he is; standing in your bedroom, clad in his boxers, his hands clenched into fists by his side. Somehow this is worse than you throwing him out.

You return a few minutes later and he can’t get a good look at you. You slink past him and are under your covers in an instant. Not that he’s trying to give you a once over, he snarls to himself, shaking his inky head.

You nestle into the comforter and turn to your side, leaving him plenty of room on the opposite end of the bed. He blinks at you, a deep welling of uncertainty nestling in his stomach.

You’re quiet for a long moment, your eyes closing and shoulders relaxing, acting like there’s not a wanted, deadly villain in your bedroom, paces from your side. Then, you twist, giving him a quick scan, your eyes lingering over his.

“Either lay down or get out, Dabi. I’m not going to be able to sleep with you glaring at me like that. You look like some kinda ghost.”

Your declaration provokes a huffing, agitated reaction out of him. If there’s one thing Dabi hates, it’s being told what to do.

He slings himself beside you, splaying out, his body laying on top of the sheets. You chuckle, your head peeking at him over your shoulder. He ignores you and tries to close his eyes.

It feels strange, resting next to you like this. It’s… intimate, and he’s not sure if he hates or likes the sensation. He chances a glance at you, but you’ve already turned back to your side, your shoulders rising and lowering rhythmically. He shakes his head at your blasé reaction. How can you just, fuck, sleep?

He can’t get comfortable and his skin feels heavy again. It’s not heat this time. No, now something else is making everything feel too close, too warm.

He dampens his thoughts, mind frantically focusing on anything but you. As the sun slips behind the buildings across the street, his eyes lower and he fitfully sleeps, your rich smell filling his senses.

He’d left you in the night; tucking his clothes back on and easing out of your window.

True to your word, you’d relegated yourself to your side of the bed, hardly tossing or turning as you slept. As he paced back to the hideout, he wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into. He just hoped you’d keep your mouth shut. He didn’t want the others knowing about this, it felt, well it’s not like him. Abrasive- fucking spewing anger and vitriol? Yeah, that was him. But this? This was too soft, too gentle. He hated it.

But that’s the problem with hate. It’s terribly close to that other emotion. They’re sisters, really. Usually love and hate exist on two sides, but they’re still the same coin, no matter how you toss them.

You don’t act any differently after that night.

You keep coming to the hideout, giving him a vague smile and greeting before continuing your day. He’s acting differently, though. He can’t help but watch you, suddenly fascinated with how you move. He tries his best to shake himself from his musings, but sometimes he can’t help it.

If anything, he grumbles to himself, watching you chatter with Toga, you’re subtly going out of your way to place yourself in front of him. You were never around this much before. Well, maybe you were. He didn’t pay you any mind back then, but now? Now he can’t get enough of you.

He reacts when you laugh, or talk, his head turning, like a sunflower, toward the light you give off. Ugh. His only hopeful reprieve from this, from you, is the changing seasons. The days are getting shorter and that heatwave is finally, finally breaking.

It’s his one comfort, his saving grace.

Yeah, he should have fucking never tossed that wish into the universe.

No, another heatwave passes over the island and it’s the worst one yet. The daily temperatures have been hitting the low 100s and the nights aren’t much better. To make matters worse, the A/C at the hideout has given up the ghost and won’t turn on at all now.

Still, Dabi’s prepared. He’d bought a secondhand electric fan a few weeks ago, and he’s grateful for the tiny slice of paradise that it grants him. It’s not as nice as your apartment, or your bed, but it will do.

He’s laying across his mattress, sweat trickling down his back and shoulders, trying to ignore that ache in his burned skin. The fan is blowing across him and he’s about to crank it up a notch when it gives out an ominous sputter.

Dabi sits up, his eyes flashing. No, no, no, no. There’s no fucking way.

The fan’s blades are slowing, that sweet, cool air dampening, drifting into the low-lying humidity that surrounds him. He yanks the plug from the wall, his staples stinging as he stands. He stomps over to the outlet and plugs the fan back in, turning on his haunches to see if the blades will start that familiar whirl.

There’s fuck all happening.

Cursing, he kicks the shitty thing over and grabs his jacket, storming down the stairs and into the night.

You’re sleeping when he slinks under your window sill, sliding the glass shut and kicking his heavy boots to the floor. It’s that sound that wakes you, and you lift yourself up, your sheets falling from your chest, revealing a bare shoulder and low cut shirt to him. Unabashed by your appearance, you wipe a palm over your eyes, rubbing the sleep away and croaking out a greeting.

“When I said you could sleep over here, I didn’t mean you could barge in at all hours. And through my window? So, that’s why the hinge looks like that.”

Dabi considers you for a moment, his blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. You tilt your head at him and suck your teeth.

“A, oh, I don’t know, sorry, would be nice?” you scold, that alluring smile lifting your lips. He follows the line of your mouth, his thoughts hazing over, focusing on some other, darker, daydream.

“Hello?” you call, waving your hand beside your face. “Earth to Dabi. What do you want?”

That question slips him out of his stupor and he lifts his eyes back to yours. “The A/C is out. Bought a fan a few weeks ago, but the fucking thing broke and I can’t… it’s hard to regulate my body temperature in this fucking heat. You keep this place like an icebox, so I started crashing here. Wasn’t planning on coming back, but after tonight-”

“Ok, ok,” you laugh, already scooting over and flinging the covers back. “Seeing as you didn’t try any funny business last time, I guess I’ll let it slide. Just, not to be rude, but shut up and let me sleep. I’ve gotta long day tomorrow and as enthralling as this conversation is…”

“Whatever,” Dabi mutters, slinging his damp shirt over his head and pacing over to the side of your bed. You blink up at him and shake your head, that tiny grin lingering. He presses into your familiar sheets, eyes already slipping closed as the fragrance of you pulls at him.

It’s early when he wakes, shuddering out of a nightmare, red flames and crying voices fading into the back of his mind.

Wincing, he raises a hand to his eyes and pulls at his face, relieved that it’s still cool air that meets him. As he rolls to his side, he feels something trace over his unscarred chest. The sensation makes him freeze, his eyes snapping open again, the cerulean searching, whisking over the dim figure beside him.

You’re still sleeping, but you’ve shifted, your body curled, facing him, and one of your hands is reaching toward him. Shit, he thinks, heart pounding in his ears. You’re so close.

He’s never been this close to you.

Your mouth is parted, delicate lips plush and soft in the early morning gloom. He tries to shift away, but your brow creases when he does, so he stills his movements, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore that flush that is building across his nose.

This is stupid. It’s just you. It’s not like the two of you have even done anything. Fuck, you barely talk with one another.

He burrows his head into his pillow and the shift of his body urges you closer to him, your hand opening and pressing to his skin. A sigh slips from your mouth as your fingers splay out, tapping against his warmth, and he nearly startles off the bed.

He looks down at your hand, aghast. He wants to move it off of him; can’t stand that you’re touching him, he tells himself, that you’re this close to him. But he can’t bring himself to move. Your hand is so delicate, so…

Unconscious, you turn from him, your fingers lifting on their own, curling back to you. Dabi almost moans as you slip from him, clamping down on the sudden, primal desire that races through him. He wants to grab you; to drag you back to him.

The hell? What the fuck is wrong with him?

Sucking his teeth, he turns over, facing away from the confusing neediness that’s lapping at his subconscious. He fluffs his pillow aggressively, trying to drown out all the raw emotions that are racing through his mind.

Forget it. Sleep.

When he wakes again, you’re gone.

The sheets where you slept are cold under his fingertips and he sits up, his arms resting on his knees. This whole situation is so fucking weird.

He lets himself ease into consciousness before standing and stretching out the leftover kinks in his muscles; stooping to grab his discarded shirt, pulling the fabric over his head and shaking his dark head against the sunlight. Just as he’s slipping his coat on, he notices the note that’s sitting on one of your bedroom chairs. It’s got his name on it, so he snatches it up, flipping open the folded paper.

“There’s some leftover pizza in the fridge, I won’t have time to eat it. Help yourself. There’s also a spare key on the coffee table. Take it and stop jimmying my window open.”

Scoffing, he crumples the paper up, tossing it over his shoulder as he paces into your kitchen.

It’s a fucking thing now.

He’s rarely at the hideout. Why bother? You don’t seem to care if he sleeps over. Hell, you make space for him. There’s gotta be something else to it; there has to be. What kinda idiot is so fucking accommodating? You act like you’re a fucking hostel or something. Well, a hostel where there’s only one bed.

You even bought another fan. You told him you don’t like to keep the overhead one on in the cooler weather, so he can use this one for his side of the bed.

Yeah, he’s got a goddamn side of the bed. It’s fucking insane.

The other members of the League either haven’t noticed what’s going on between the two of you, or they don’t care. It’s not like either of you talk about your sleeping habits. Fuck, you still never interact with him at the hideout, content to maintain that level of professionalism.

He’s not sure why it bothers him.

One night, the temperature drops into the low 40s and he’s stretched out on your blankets, enjoying the first real cold snap of the fall, when he sees you shivering. It’s not very noticeable, what with the way you’re turned away and bundled, but it makes him tilt his head toward you, watching.

Another pass of his fan has you repeating the quake and, without thinking, he pulls you closer, one long arm wrapping around your shoulder and tugging. Startled, you fight his hold, but he calms your movements with a squeeze, grumbling about your stoic reluctance.

What’s the big deal? It’s not like you haven’t brushed up against him before. Calm down.

You quiet after that and slowly, tentatively, you lean against his bare chest, your cheek cool against his heated skin. He tucks his chin over your head and tries to keep his breathing even. He doesn’t want you to hear, fuck, feel his heartbeat; it’s slamming its way out of his throat and he gulps when your fingers pull him closer.

“How are you so warm?” you ask, your breath floating across his pectorals.

“It’s my stupid quirk,” Dabi mutters, dipping his head down to his pillow, shifting you with him. You nod against his lean muscles and your fingertips trace cool designs into his skin, lingering over his burnt patches and staples. He sighs, unable to resist the low shiver that creeps up his spine.

This is nice; too fucking nice.

He can’t do without your touch now.

Remember that thing about love and hate being sisters? Well, that hate is simmering into something else for Dabi. It’s not love, he doesn’t know you well enough, but it’s certainly not hate anymore.

He likes touching you. You’re smooth against his jagged skin and he enjoys the contrast. He’s slow when he pulls you against him, careful to not snag you against his staples, but you seem to like his heat. You’ve even started wearing less to bed, slipping out of that baggy shirt and into a thin tank top; he’s pleased that he has more of you to caress.

It’s getting harder to keep you out of his head. He can smell your perfume, even if he hasn’t seen you for days, and each time he does see you, even at the hideout, his fingers itch to press against you.

You’d laughed at his sudden, intense, interest. The hell Dabi, are you touch starved or something? You’d teased. What’s up with you? I was worried about you burning down my apartment, not you turning into some kind of cuddle fiend.

He doesn’t care what you say. He knows it’s fucking stupid, fucking dumb, that he’s this desperate. It just feels good. And there’s not much about him that feels good these days, so he’ll take what he can get. Fuck you very much.

There’s a meeting. It’s one of the ones where Shigaraki demands that everyone make their way to the bar.

Boss man has been tense lately, thrumming with some dark energy, so the room is quiet as Kurogiri elaborates on the smaller details of the mission. Your part is minimal, limited to reconnaissance with Toga. It’s boring shit, and Dabi is only half listening to any of it.

Besides, there’s something else that’s snagging his attention.

Dabi is sitting on the couch, his eyes lingering on you. You’re wearing one of his favorite outfits and the color looks good on you. It brings out your eyes. You’re questioning Spinner and Toga about the finer points of your team up. He can’t hear you from here, but that doesn’t matter, he’s still in the best spot to spy you leaning forward, perfect ass on full display.

“She’s gotten better, more adept at working undercover,” Compress’ voice shakes Dabi from his thoughts and he turns to him, a bland frown on his face.

“Who?”

“Please, you know who I’m talking about. You can’t stop looking at her.”

He chortles, his laugh a sharp bark. “You’re fucking joking. Her? Fuck, no. I’m gonna head out, not like the boss has anything for me anyway,” Dabi stands, slipping his hands into his trench coat and pacing to the heavy door, shouldering his way into the night.

He leans against the brick wall, lighting up a cigarette and sighing a thin line of smoke into the chilled air. Fuck, they’re noticing what’s going on. Wait. What is going on? It’s not like the two of you are fucking. Yet, a small voice echoes in the back of his mind, and he smirks at that thought.

Yeah, maybe it’s time to speed things up.

You step out a few minutes later, your eyes searching for him. He flicks his cigarette onto the pavement and wraps his fingers in your coat, tugging you to him. You don’t fight him; don’t make a sound as he pins you against the brick, his body hot against your front.

The two of you watch the other, his cerulean eyes roving over your face. Then he’s lifting your chin, his lips sliding across yours. It’s a strange kiss. Usually, he’s too busy trying to get off to focus on his partner. He rarely kisses anyone, even if he’s hooking up. But this kiss?

Like everything else about you, it’s fucking nice.

You move with him, your body surging from the brick, breasts flattening against his chest, fingers cupping behind his ears; nipping and sucking at him, your teeth digging into his burned lower lip and pulling. You’re encouraging him to touch you next, rubbing yourself on him until his hands fall to your hips. He’s already half hard, and that warm juncture of your thighs isn’t helping matters.

To his shock, he’s having trouble keeping up.

You’re already pulling from him when he dips his tongue into your mouth. He gasps at the emptiness, that chilling vacancy that your touch leaves him panting into. Before he can bemoan your absence, you’re kissing at his neck, lifting on your tiptoes to reach the staples on the side of his face. You lick at him, your wet tongue dragging over his burns. He trembles under your hands and you smile, your laugh bright.

Snarling, Dabi yanks your head back and you meet his hazy gaze, biting your lip; pantomiming a wonton innocence. Immediately, he’s pushing you into the brick, his hands cupping and lingering until you’re whining for him. That’s fucking better, he thinks, his teeth worrying against your pulse.

Just when he’s got you where he wants you, your hand snakes between the two of you, pressing against the bulge of his dick. Dabi can’t help his sharp intake of air, and his head falls to your shoulder as he ruts into your palm. You keep kissing at the side of his face, your lips roving over his ear as you tug at his covered dick. You’re saying something, but he can’t focus when you’re doing that.

“Dabi,” you try again, teeth ensnaring his destroyed earlobe, sucking at the burnt skin. “They’re about to come out.”

He knocks your hand away from his straining, throbbing length and leans away from you. Fuck, you look good.

Your lips are swollen, and your eyes are dazzling. He can’t pull himself away. You smile at his dazed expression and lift a hand to his cheek, your palm cool against his overheated skin.

The door shudders open and the two of you spring apart. A few minutes later Toga is grabbing at your arm and pulling you down the street, away from him.

He’s waiting outside your apartment, another cigarette smoldering to ash under his lips. But he can’t bring himself to go in.

Not without you.

Toga’s kept you busy. It’s been over an hour since that kiss in the alleyway. He’s cooled off since then, but that simmering heat that you elicited from him? That hasn’t dimmed. He’s still half hard against his dark pants and he can’t bring himself to care. Besides, Dabi has a very specific idea about how he’s going to have you lessen that pressure for him.

He’s just about to light another cigarette when he sees you.

You walk into your building, and he starts the long climb up the fire escape. His heart is pounding again. He hasn’t wanted something this badly in ages. He’s been so fucking focused on his cause, on making his plans a reality; he just hasn’t had the time.

But now? Fuck, he wants there to be more hours in the day. He’s hoping the two of you can pick up where you left off. Yeah, he tells himself, scaling the last few steps, it’s just about the sex.

That sounds better than saying what he really wants.

You’re already slipping your oversized sleep shirt over your head when he lifts your window. You pause, watching him curl his way into your space. Once he pulls his legs inside he turns to you, his eyes dark, unfathomable, the blue so deep that you feel you’re drowning in it.

He doesn’t shut the window. Instead, he yanks his clothes off, clattering them against your floor. You smile and a gentle laugh makes its way to him.

“What did I say about coming in through the window?” you chuckle, already lifting your arms for him.

He’s against you in a single breath, his warmth seeping its way into your chilled skin. His lips are rough, pressing and lifting, biting and nipping. He’s working you toward your bed and once your knees hit the edge of your mattress, he’s shoving you down.

You flop against the cold blankets, your legs already spreading for his hips. He’s hot, scaldingly hot, against your hands. Your fingers dip into his hair and you pull him back, earning a low growl and his flashing glare, displeasure written all over his face.

“Slow down,” you scold, your legs wrapping around his hips, grinding against the hardness you find.

“The fuck? You goddamn tease. Fucking saying that, then rubbing your wet pussy all over my dick,” Dabi snarls, snatching your wrists and pinning your hands beside your head.

“How do you know it’s wet?” you ask, batting your eyes at his steeled jaw.

“It fucking better be,” he groans, his teeth sinking into your neck and pressing, hard.

You gasp at the stimulation and arch for him, testing his hold on your wrists. Grunting, he licks a wet line to your pulse, his hands tightening over yours. “Mmm, why don’t you find out?” you ask, leaning into his lips, loving the contrast of his destroyed and perfect skin.

He shifts his grip on you, yanking your arms up, pinning your hands above your head. He lifts one of his own hands away once he’s satisfied he’s got a good hold on you. His warm fingers trace down your side, pausing when he gets to the lacy band of your panties. Teasingly, he pulls fabric away from your skin, and lets it snap against your hip. Dabi tips his nose into the curve of your neck and shoulder, taking a deep drag against you.

You buck your hips, squirming under his weight. “You get lost? My pussy is a little further down.”

He chuckles darkly, his breath making you shiver. You’re just about to wriggle from him when one long finger eases past your panties and presses into your sopping heat. “Oh,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back. It feels like he’s heated his fingertip, and the skin that’s stroking and thrusting into you is warm, too warm.

Dabi leans away from your neck, bracing himself above you with his knees, pulling himself into a hunched position. He’s smirking at your awed expression and his teeth glow in the darkness.

“Like I said doll, you’re already so fucking wet for me. You want more?”

You nod and buck your hips, digging that finger deeper. He groans at your eagerness and you can feel him warming the next digit up, the tip burning against the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

Once it’s in, he starts to v the two, dragging them along your rippling walls, spreading you open, easing you into his hand. Your slick is sliding down your legs and seeping into the sheets. Still, Dabi keeps on, maintaining that steady stretch. It starts to sting and you shift away, but he releases your wrists, free hand moves to your hip, stilling you.

You glance up at him, curious. His eyes are hooded, the blue a velvety sapphire. He looks like he’s holding himself back from something. Almost like… like he’s handling you with more care than he’s ever given anything. It’s a strange thought, but the idea of it makes you reach for him, your fingers running down his discolored skin, lingering over the staples and piercings.

“I’ve gotta stretch you out,” he informs you, his eyes closing behind his trembling eyelids, savoring your gentle caress.

“Hmm, you that big?” you joke, fully expecting him to react, to silence you with a kiss or another well-timed thrust of his fingers. But he surprises you. He opens his eyes and fixes you with a rough stare, his digits continuing that aching pull. You’re throbbing around him, your arousal easing his passage, his extensions.

“I don’t want to… hurt-” he stops, his eyes narrowing. With an inaudible sigh, he slides down your body, only halting once he’s face to face with your sleek cunt. His breath heaves against you and you wrap a leg over his back, holding him close.

Dabi laves his tongue over you, latching onto your pulpy clit and giving it a soft suck. Your hands sink into his hair, curling into the spiky tendrils, urging him to give you more.

He rewards your needy moans with another lick and he flicks his eyes up to yours, watching you over your shaking curves.

“I’m going to add another finger,” he tells you, preparing you for another deep stretch. When he enters you almost pull from him, your hips bowing away at the pricking of pain. Sensing your distress, he keeps his lips around your pulsing clit, distracting you with kisses and low blows of air.

Finally, you can feel yourself loosening. Your feet brace against your bed and you use the leverage to maneuver him deeper. You feel, you feel so…

Dabi, realizing that your cunt is quivering around his intruding digits, shifts closer, his piercings rubbing against your thighs. He’s sloppy now, less controlled. His tongue is circling your clit with furious laps and he lets a canine trace the bud. His fingers are still spreading and he’s found that spongy spot now. He taps against it, teasing you, making you clench and gasp around him.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, when it seems like all the sensations are too, too, much; it snaps. The coiling in your core pulls free and you’re moaning, so loudly you’re worried your neighbors will hear. His name is falling from your lips at a rapid rate and you can feel his smirk as he lifts his fingers from your cunt.

Dabi leans away and you shake at the loss of him. He was so warm, so hot against your damp skin and you miss it. He watches you, tucking his fingers into his mouth, lapping the final bits of your release from him.

“Take off your clothes,” he demands when he’s finished, his hands already dropping to his tented boxers, slipping the elastic down his trim waist.

You shift to obey, your hands yanking your shirt, bra and soaked panties off of you. You splay under him, indolently admiring the sight that is revealed to you. Oh, you think, unable to contain your small gasp, he is big.

His cock is long, thick, and curved, and it’s dripping with pre-cum. There’s a crossed set of piercings at the tip of his length and you watch, mesmerized, as a shimmering strand of his arousal catches on the shiny silver, leeching down the smooth length of him. He’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and that thought makes you shiver with anticipation, and a small sliver of worry.

Dabi grins wildly at your flushed face. “Like what you see?”

You nod, and he laughs, fingers snatching your legs, tugging you toward him. You spread for him, so eager and fucking turned on you can’t think straight. His hand lowers to his cock, and he strokes himself as he rechecks your silken cunt, gathering some of the gossamer strands of your arousal on his fingers as he ensures that you’re ready to take him.

“I’m not going to go slow,” he warns you, his eyes lifting from your folds.

Gulping and biting your lip, you nod, a shaking exhale escaping your lungs. He shifts himself nearer and begins to press. He’s right, you think, wincing at the sting of his intrusion. He’d stretched you out, licked you until you were leaking all over the bed, but it hurts.

It takes him a moment to bottom out. Once he does, he groans and gasps above you. “Fuck (Y/N), you’re so damn tight.”

You flop your head against your pillow and let out a long sigh. He’s holding still as you adjust, and, despite his warning, he’s being careful with you. It makes your chest squeeze. After a few more pained breaths, you can feel a low tingling radiating from your core. It’s like an itch. Experimentally, you cant your hips, your legs wrapping around his waist, cautious of the stapled skin across his lower back.

Dabi mutters a soft curse and pulls back, his length sliding out of your drenched pussy. When he glides back in, you feel that same tingling sensation. Distantly, you realize it must be those piercings of his, but you’re too overwhelmed by the sensation to process it fully.

“Hold on,” he groans, his hands bracing beside your head. You lace your arms around his bowed neck, and he starts to pounds into you. It’s a calculated motion, but- ah- he’s taking the extra second between his powerful pulls and thrusts to scrape his pelvis against your pulsating clit, stimulating you, ensuring that dim blaze pleasure within you keeps building. Whimpering, you arch your back, your ankles locking around him, encouraging him to keep going. You feel so good, so full, filled to the brim and practically begging him for more.

Sloppily, his mismatched lips find yours and he nibbles and kisses at you. The sheer heat of him is making you both slick with sweat. You don’t mind the salty, dampened feeling, if anything, it eases his motions.

You’re so wet now that he’s gliding easily into you; that piercing of his heating up, and the rapid fire thrusts he’s giving you create a smoldering inside you; like he’s catching you on fire from the inside out.

His hips stutter and he lifts one hand from the bed, his thumb easily finding your clit. He presses a tight circle across you and you see spots.

“Come on,” he groans, his voice hoarse, strained, “cum for me (Y/N). Fucking cum on my dick.”

That desperation in his tone is all that it takes.

Seconds later, you’re arching and shaking so much that he has to hold you still. He eases into you a final time, his frantic thrusts slowing, spacing out as he enjoys your rippling channel, and the fiery feeling of his own release almost hurtles you over the edge again. You curl against him, panting into his burnt ear, licking at the damaged skin.

Dabi leans heavily against you, one large hand pressing into your lower back, lifting you to him. Once he comes back to himself, he kisses at your shoulder, his warm breath making you shiver. He eases himself out of you and your legs clamp together, holding his cum inside you. It still feels so, so hot, and you’re not ready to let it drip out of you, not yet.

He untangles himself from you and adjusts some of his staples, wincing against the sting of his marred and clean flesh. Realizing what he’s doing, you slip from the bed and pad into your bathroom. You clean yourself off and grab a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, dampening a clean cloth with the solution.

“Here. It’s got some peroxide on it,” you tell him as you reenter the bedroom, tossing the rag his way. He catches it easily, dabbing it over himself, careful to not snag it on any of his loose skin. While he’s busy doing that, you snatch up his discarded white shirt and sling it over your head. He looks at you and scoffs.

“What’s wrong with yours?” he asks, tossing the cloth onto the floor.

“Yours looked better,” you inform him, returning to his side and leaning close. He rolls his eyes at you and you shift into his open lap, straddling his hips. Grinning, you kiss at his neck again, sneaking a few groans from him. Sighing as you give him a particularly hard nip, he bats you off of him, tumbling you down to the sheets.

“Give me a fucking minute,” he complains, shaking his head as you wrap around him, pulling him into your arms. Once he’s settled onto the bed you turn, pressing your back to his chest, relaxing into the familiar hold. He snorts, amused by your sudden change of mind.

Dabi lowers his forehead to the back of your head, a small smile rising along his lips. Your breathing evens out and he listens to the sound, trying to memorize each little detail of you.

Yeah, this is it, he tells himself as he drifts off. The rest is just extra. Oh, it’s nice, to be sure, but this, this right here is what he really wants.

Notes: Soft, soft Dabi. I like him like this ꒰ ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱ ˖°

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startistdoodles · 4 years ago

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Top 5 legendary Pokémon trio you liked??🤭

OHHH interesting question!

As per usual with my rambly posts, I'll explain under the cut as to not take up a bunch of space 👌

5. Legendary Beasts (Raikou, Entei, Suicune)

I absolutely love the designs of these three, I think they’re so distinct and majestic. Although their capture method is a bit frustrating (as roaming legendaries tend to be) it always delights me when I’m just going through a random patch of grass and I can hear the distinct battle theme start playing. It’s such an adrenaline rush.

Of the three, Suicune might be my favorite. I love its blue and white coloration and the wind-like tails make it look very mystic. I also loved the role it played in the Celebi movie, I think that’s why I was drawn to it as a kid.

4. Lake Guardians (Mesprit, Uxie, Azelf)

Unlike most of the “mini” legendary trios, the lake guardians have an important role to play in their story. Their power is used to summon one (or both) of the deity Pokémon, and you have to rescue them. They also assist you in return for saving their lives. I love their designs and how each of them are based on a type of forest spirit (a sprite, a pixie and an elf/gnome). And not to mention...their battle theme? Is such a banger.

Of the three, I think I like Mesprit the most. Not just because it’s the one that most closely bonds with the player canonically, having been the guardian of the lake where they grew up, but I also remember fervently chasing after it when it was roaming and it was the first legendary I ever caught. It also sounds like it’s saying “owo” which is an added bonus.

3. Legendary Golems (Original) (Regirock, Registeel, Regice)

I’m gonna pretend for a moment that the Hoenn regis and the Galar regis are separate groups for this because I have stuff to say about the original trio. I love how the game doesn’t explicitly tell you about the hidden Regis, but you do get hints and bread crumbs laid out about these sealed chambers that need to be opened. I actually didn’t even know about their existence until I was reading the Emerald handbook and it said something about a secret passage underwater on one of the routes. It was such a thrill going to uncover this ancient tomb and deciphering braille to solve puzzles. It made me feel like an actual archeologist uncovering something huge and mysterious. And again with the battle themes...just listen to it. It’s incredible.

Of the original regis, I think Regirock might be my favorite? There’s not really a particular reason, I just think he’s neat and a big ol clunky boy. Ün ün ün,,

2. Tao Trio (Reshiram, Zekrom, Kyurem)

Black and White are my favorite main-series Pokémon games and these legendary dragons play a part in that. They’re designed so flawlessly, with Reshiram being very soft and fluffy while Zekrom is tougher and more sturdy-looking. And Kyurem is the frozen empty husk left behind. I love the fusion that Kyurem has with the other two, but it makes me curious why it can’t fuse with both simultaneously. These three were all once one being, but it seems they can’t all fuse together anymore. I’d be interested to know the lore behind that.

My favorite in this trio is Zekrom. I’m bias, I got White version and bonded with him. His body shape reminds me a lot of Palkia (another one of my faves) with the bipedal stature and the wings on the back. I just think an electric dragon is such an amazing idea and Zekrom does the concept flawlessly.

HONORABLE MENTION: Weather Trio (Groudon, Kyogre, Rayquaza)

I couldn’t pick between them and the number one spot so consider these three to be in the 1.5 position. I won’t ramble about them too long, but their designs are amazing (especially in their primal/mega forms) the lore within the story is so good, their powers are so iconic and their battle theme in ORAS is absolutely LEGENDARY PLEASE LISTEN TO IT-

Kyogre is my favorite of the three, but Rayquaza is a close second. I love its cry, its design (orcas are my favorite aquatic animal) its primal form is AMAZING and it would absolutely win in a fight with the other two with all the water and ice type moves it can learn. Kyogre is the mvp.

1. Creation Trio (Dialga, Palkia, Giratina)

This was probably the most expected on the list, lol. The creation trio has always been my favorite group of legendaries and their powers have fascinated me since i was but a wee 9 year old playing Pearl. The myths and legends around them are so fascinating and they’re the start of the Pokémon franchise actually giving a deeper amount of lore to their story. How the world began and the god-like Pokémon behind it. Not to mention the revelation of a world that is parallel to our own and keeps the balance between them in check. And the trio’s designs are unlike any other Pokémon we had seen at that point. Very otherworldly and embody their respective elements very well.

As for which one is my favorite...that’s a toss up. I love all of them, but I am a bit more partial to Palkia. I love its design, its robotic wings and the pearls in its shoulders are so unique. Its cry in the game and in the anime are both just so alien-like and one of my favorite cries in the whole series. And also its typing of Water/Dragon is SUPER good, it’s a real tank.

Anyways that’s about it! Thanks for the ask, this was fun to think about~

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thefanbasewhore · 4 years ago

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United as One. || Part 3

Summary: Din tries to fix what he can while another Mandalorian clan leader comes to visit and the leader tends to find an interest in the reader.

Warning/Content: Soft!Din (as if I have to say it), angst, nsfw for hand job, a little bit of dirty talk but not much and mentions of death.

A/N: I also do not write smut often so bare with me I tried lol, but sorry It took so long !

Tag list here || Part 2. || Masterlist.

The room was engulfed in complete darkness, peaceful sleep finally washing over after hours of crying eventually her eyes hurt too much to keep open. Thankfully with sleep came an escape from reality, all problems momentarily gone. That’s until a soft whisper tickles her neck, it’s soothing, fingers tangle into hair, nails scratching her scalp but also makes her jump, eyes opening wide for the source of danger.

“It’s me, it’s just me.” Din is breathless, trying to sooth her with words. Nothing is said, there’s complete darkness except the little light the moon offers. It outlines the soft curve of his nose, shadow of his lips, just enough to see but not enough to commit to memory what the Mandalorian looks like. “Our son.” He pauses, “Grogu wants you.”

It’s not a complete lie but the only excuse he can think of to see her, it was very late. The celebration had finally ended, the night dragged but he still found himself right where he wanted to be. For some reason he can’t find the right words to say. “Cyar'ika, I -.”

“Save it Din, give me him.” His mouth shuts at her words, the darkness blocked any clues, any way her face would form to show her emotions but he felt it in her words. There were no more tears, it’s replaced with hot, firey anger.

Grogu without a second though climbs from Din’s hand and lays against her chest, a soft coo of acknowledgement. Right where he wanted to be.

“For you.” Din’s word peak an interest, eyes meeting his in pure instinct despite the darkness. Something cold, sharp is pressed into her hand. It takes a few minutes of feeling it to realize what it was, the signet that was wrapped around the blonde’s neck made her scowl but he couldn’t see it. “I want you to wear it, I made her give it back. I don’t want -.”

For the second time tonight he’s cut off by words that hiss venom. “You give me something you made for her?”

With those words he realizes what a stupid idea it was, he’s speechless at his own Idiocracy. To be fair though, he wasn’t thinking about anything but her, only trying to make her happy. To escape this feeling of his heart breaking inside his chest, it seems almost unavoidable.

“I’m sorry.” Words are breathless, his apology makes her sigh. No words could fix this, mend the hole in her heart, the betrayal she feels. “I can’t control these things, they were made thousands of years ago. I must honor the way of the Mandalorian, that entitles a riduur and a breeder. I want to.. for you but I can’t, this is the best I can do.” Fingers apply pressure to the beskar in her hand, the coolness making her shiver.

Din is still on his knees on the floor, elbows leaning on the bed, her face, at least he thinks it’s her face only inches apart.

“Why did you bring me here?” It’s asked again. All the days seemed to form together, a promise of a future with Din made it manageable but suddenly it’s suffocating. “You didn’t once bother tell me how it was going to be. You knew they wouldn’t accept me because I’m not a Mandalorian, I would be challenged, I will never be accepted as part of your clan.”

“I thought you wouldn’t come.” He selfishly admits, his own voice chokes with emotion. Tears sting against his own waterline. Maybe it was the long night, but it felt like forever since he’s seen her, talked to her. It makes him emotional, the turmoil he’s caused so far; it was his fault. He was to blame.

“So you sentence me to this?” Din’s eyes squeeze shut, they are so close.. but miles away. “I want to leave.”

“Please.” He begs, “Just try. It’s hard to understand why but it’s the way of the mandalorian, you wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m sick of hearing that!” Her voice rises, she almost sits up to show how much she means if but she feels the child twitch against her chest. “Maker, I would be happy not to see another Mandalorian again.”

“You don’t mean that.” Din’s lays his forehead against the edge of the bed, only inches away from her body. “I don’t like hearing you like this.”

She can’t see it but he’s pressing his two fingers against his chest superficial to where his heart beats. “It hurts me.”

Silence is all he’s given, his cheek lays flat against the mattress as his hand reaches for the signet. “You’re right, it isn’t made for you. Nothing in the whole universe can be made into what I feel for you.”

Din does not give her the opportunity to talk, “My eyes are dark brown. This you know but..”

The hand nudging hers open again to feel the weight of circular plastic, enough to fill her hand. “I want to show them to you.”

They’re the beads of the woman but now any claim he’s ever had is gone; no sign of him on her person. Fingers tip under her chin, “Turn the light on and look.”

“The creed.” The worried words make him sigh, slowly leaning against her neck, forehead against her cheek.

“I have an obligation to my clan, I must lead them but for you, to show my love for you I’ll have you something no one else has. Look at my face Sweetheart, I want you too..” he pauses, “See the color with your own eyes, seeing my eyes only belongs to you. Don’t leave, stay with me.”

It’s desperate and considering the situation absolutely necessary. Truthfully Din is getting frustrated, it shows in the tears that sting his waterline, in the way he squeezes the sheets of the bed with clenched fists. Shoulders are weighed down, all the responsibility of his clan, trying to make the girl understand.. It’s too much, there is no way to give honor to the clan, no one to honor her. He’s torn, an internal fight against what he knows his right but his heart hurts, but cannot let her go.

“See me the way no one else does.” It’s a plea, throat full with emotion, his own way asking her to say. “Please.. it’s all I can give.”

It’s more silence but the way they press into his cheeks makes him whine, a small cry of relief. There was no more coldness lingering in the air as she sits up, his head resting against her inner thigh, fingers start scratching his scalp.

Maybe it’s the desperate tone, the hot tears hitting her cheek but she leans over pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Din.. it’s okay.”

“It’s not, you hate it here.” He pauses, “You’re miserable, it’s not fair and I don’t want you to go.. I feel selfish Mesh’la.”

Hot tears flush his skin, the stress was too much, building up slowly with his own clans disappointment in him, the girl he’s loves finally with him where he belongs but his own people keen on breaking them apart.

“Stay here with me.. it will get better I promise. Asher means nothing to me.. she is a means to an future but she is not mine, you are.”

She silent, deep in thought as fingers pause their movement causing Din to nudge closer into her palm. Tips of dark ringlets tickle her fingers. The mention of another’s name from his lips squeezes her heart. “Cyar'ika.. please stay.”

She was upset, there was no question about it but these few hours alone allowing so much time to just think. It wasn’t Din fault, he must do right by his clan and that means insuring a future by claiming a breeder, despite not liking it, she couldn’t find herself to blame him. He tried to make it better taking his claim back, the signet thrown lazily next to them proves it, the small pile of dark beads that not scatter the floor, an act of service to show his love. It probably wasn’t a good idea, the elders will definitely have words to say but Din didn’t care, anything to fix the gaping hole that occupied where his heart should be.

“Okay..” it’s soft.. unsure but he swears that he’ll do anything to keep her here. The darkness of the room doesn’t show it but Din’s chest finally let’s out a breath of air. “I can’t promise anything.. but I will try Din.”

“Can I come up there with you?”

“You don’t have to ask Din. It’s your bed.”

Din stands on shaky legs but curls up next to his girl, for the first time tonight not aching with sadness, anxiety. There’s a shift in the air, it’s no longer tense but filled with comfortable silence. “I want you to have a safe space here, this could be yours. I don’t have to be here.”

Before she can argue his arms pull her into his chest, no doubt the clay smears against skin. Any reasonable person would think the basker it cold, and uncomfortable but it’s quite the opposite; soft, warmth against her cheek despite the small hairs that tickle her forehead but instinctively presses a soothing kiss to his chin.

Fingers soak against her skin, up and down the think of her forearm as deep and shallow breaths calm him down. Despite the fact she chose to forgive him, his heart is still stammering inside his chest.

“Look at me, see me the way no one else does.” It’s so easy to give up the creed, it’s all for her. He has no doubt that she will accept his offer of marriage, it may take time but he won’t give up.

“I don’t want to.” She pauses, “I don’t want to be the reason you disappoint your clan anymore then necessary.”

Din doesn’t know what to say. He’s happy at the answer but kind of hoped she did open her eyes, relieve him of this weight of the creed. “If you marry me.. you’ll be able to see whenever you want. It won’t break my creed.”

“I don’t think that’s for the best.” It’s finally said with his future’s best interest. The leader of the clan needed a strong queen, and will not accept anyone but Mandalorian like them. The way the elders talked about the marriage with her to Din was enough to know she will never be welcomed here, She would not be the reason for his shame.

“I was hoping you didn’t hear that.” She bites the inside of her cheek with heat that sears her face, not knowing what to say.

“Stay a little longer. If you decide you don’t want to marry me then I’ll bring you home myself. Be open minded with me. No matter how much I love you, I love you enough to let you go sweet girl. I want you to know that.” The words sting hard against both of their hearts, a large scar that would stay forever.

“I’ll stay with you.” While she doubts her mind will change, it hurts too much to think of a life without the Mandalorian, without Grogu. “I love you too Bear.”

The lips that meet hers are bruising, almost too rough as they show their appreciation but just enough that all air is knocked from her chest, heat sources from her stomach, setting cheeks ablaze. “Maker – you are so sweet, my sweet girl.”

“You – just always make me feel so…” He can’t put the feeling into words, how could he explain the thumping his chest every time she smiles? The instant warmth when her skin touches his own? There are no words that can explain the way his heat falters inside his chest, heat burns cheeks that it’s embarrassing, thankfully she can’t see. “Right…” Are the words he decided to go with, simple but they hold meaning. “It feels so right with you.”

***

Morning rolled around way too quick, the bright white light temporarily blinding the pair as the shift away from the window, it’s perfect sync the way his chest presses against her back and flushes against his skin, arms wrapping around her waist feel the warmth. Lips lay soft kisses against the skin of her shoulder with a soft sigh. “Goodmoring pretty girl.”

There’s a certain softness that lingers in the air, the vulnerability of last night weighs heavy but despite the tears when the morning light hits there’s hope, hope of holding onto what hangs by a thin thread.

Even though her eyes are open, she doesn’t dare turn due to the fear of too much light entering the room. Small, green fingers press against her cheeks with a soft coo, head tilting just enough so his head level with his mother. “Good morning bear..” Fingers stretching out to pull the child closer only to press a soft kiss to the talons of his fingers as she addresses him. “Hi little one, how long have you been up?”

Din doesn’t have to look at the child to know what he wants as he sighs, lips pressing into her neck to savior one more minute of her skin, her smell.

“Get ready, we will go get breakfast and go for a walk. I have something to show you."

***

After breakfast, making sure his girl and son are fed, he asks one of the others of the clan to watch the child, which is gladly accepted. It hurts, she’s glad for the little guy, how easily the clan wants him but can’t help but feel a little jealous, especially the looks they get as her and Din walk hand and hand into the forest.

During the little walk Din tells her stories of wondering in this exact forest, always getting in trouble for wondering too far, climbing trees that are too high, he’s always had that spark, the need to adventure, it’s no surprise why he left his home for so long.

The temple isn’t that big, small compared to the one she managed to squeeze into and interrupt the meeting between Din and the Elders yesterday but it’s older. The thickness and greenery of the forest had started to take it over, long vines and trees form into it, small peaks of gold and tan clay peek through, if it wasn’t for the sun hitting the peak of beskar at the point of the roof it would be impossible to even know it’s there.

Curious eyes peer back as she faces the helmet, through her own reflection she can see the way the sun beats down on her, eyes crystals as Din laces his fingers with her own guiding her towards the entrance with a, “Come, my love.”

The hall is dark, there’s no source of light until orange finger tips press into the side of his helmet where a small flash of light is orbited into the hall. There’s a few doors, old and withering but Din pulls her through one giant open arch and once entering the room she’s greeted with colorful bindings of books, covers made from bright oranges to dull browns, bookcases built into the clay walls surround her.

There’s a large book in particular, all alone on a podium that stands alone in the center of the room, it’s made from old leather, pages torn and weathered but the same symbol on the front cover is the necklace that is wrapped around Grogu’s neck from a piece of strand, the one Din has given him so long ago.

"This is my legacy.” Din’s fingers press against the small of her back, guiding slowly towards the old book. Orange fingertips run the binding, helmet looking back at her for confirmation. She nods unsurely as he flips it open, there’s scribbles, symbols in which she doesn’t understand but there’s pages and pages until he stops. There’s two words at the tops of the page, fingers trace the hydrographics as she catches the sigh under the vocoder. “I was not born a Mandalorian but the people who took me in, my father watched out for the clan before me. This is his name.”

There’s a line, different from all the others bold in the color red, the first of it’s kind as he traces it to the other word. “This is my name. Much like you, I was an outsider. I wasn’t part of the clan until I swore the creed.”

“You want me to swear the creed?”

“No mesh'la.” It’s amazing how clam and collective his is, never faltering from what he’s trying to explain just trying to get her to understand, feel what he’s trying to say. “The red line broke the first rule in the history of this clan, no outsider even a foundling is able to be Mand'lor but here I am.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you are so worried about my name but being my wife will not shame me.” Din continues before any other words could be said, “You believe that you will make the clan dislike me but I have been shamed by whole life. My father made sure of that when he named me to suppress him as next Mand'lor. He broke the rule of only a child being born into a clan to be leader. He chose me.”

“Din you are a real -.”

“Shhhh. Let me finish.” A soft hand soothes the top of her head, words dying in her throat as he plays with the tips of her hair, smooth and untamed from just being thrown back into a messy updo. “My father is much like me. Him and my mom could not have children, they tried and tried. For pure respect for my mother he wouldn’t accept his breeder so he named me his son, it was against all rules, made me next in line.”

The red line almost represents how different he is, the target he still has on his back even though it was so many cycles ago. “You will not shame me, they already don’t accept me. They do not want me as their leader but not even the elders can take my title away only by a challenge but I don’t see that happening.”

He pauses, pressing closer until the helmet kisses the smooth skin of her cheek. “What I am trying to say is you don’t need to worry about my name, it’s already wrong to them, I will never be what they want.” His touch is soft, gentle as flat palms rub softly against shoulders, rubbing gently against her biceps, squeezing gently. “If it ever comes to it Grogu will be named by heir, I will not accept any breeder.”

The feeling in his own chest was heavy, crushing memories of teasing and unwanted stares as a child, he can still see some now as he walks through the small village, he was never meant to be here, he’s an outsider no matter how much he wants to believe less. “We are the same, except I am not more accepted because I am Mandalorian, while you are -”

“Not.” She finishes biting her lip with such intensity that the skin breaks, a small spot of blood appear but gloves press against her cheek, angling her face to meet his gaze, or which she guesses is his gaze.

“You will be if you marry me, they will have to accept you. It’s the creed.” Guilty eyes drops from his own, watching the way his chest moves under all the beskar, slow, nervous breaths but he understands. “You don’t need to answer me, I told you to think about it but just know, nothing in this world can come between us. No elders and especially no breeder, there’s no one else I want. For you I would do anything and if they means breaking all the rules and having my clan disapprove of me more I do not care.” Smooth fingers rub across cheek bones, a tickle of a smile against his features.

“You can’t see but I’m smiling. Just being here with you is enough for me.”

There’s a ghost of a one that makes her cheeks blush at his close proximity. “I bet it’s beautiful bear.”

There’s something sweet about the words, almost tooth rotting as his chest fills will molten lava, fingers sieving to take in the hit of them. Never had he heard such sweetness, such softness when it came to himself, it’s intoxicating, making him dizzy with want, eyes drop down to her lips, covering her eyes and reaching behind him to throw the helmet to the ground, not caring where it falls to press smooth lips against her own.

The air barely touched his face before he is tugging her forward, hand that once covered her eyes tangle her hair as their lips meet with a rush, feverish and filled with intensity. The force of his lips on hers, tongue meeting hers with such intensity it’s bruising but the only way he can pour his heart out. Hearts beating fast inside both of their chests, her own hands find the ringlets of his hair, tugging to deepen the kiss as fist tighten on his own end. Din tilts his head slightly, the bridge of his nose pressing against her nose bumping his own lips into her top one, tongue sliding against them with a deep moan but he stops - doesn’t pull away just enjoys the feeling of hers against his own.

At first she’s confused, breathless moving away but keeping her eyes closed but the heavy throbbing against her hip gives it away. Maker, he’s embarrassed, cheeks hot as he presses his own forehead against hers with a sigh. “I’m sorry -.”

“What are you sorry for?” She offers him a comforting smile, pressing a kiss against his cheek, it’s sweet. “There’s no reason.”

“So sweet.” The way she smiles against his skin, feeling his own dimples against her cheek as arms wrap tightly around the Mandalorian only to feel him squeeze back. “My sweet girl.”

***

By the time they get back darkness is starting to fall over the horizon, the large fire and a few torches light the way to home. Din has left a little over an hour ago, which is usually normal except for the fact that he said he’ll be right back with Grogu but still isn’t here.

She debates leaving, mostly because the glances and snarls that would follow her especially not be escorted by Din, but she’s worried. What if something happened to Din? Or worse Grogu?

Once again she was wondering down the lit up path, no one seemed to be around, a few children pause from their playing and smile at her but other then that she enters the dinning hall, it’s filled. The first thing she manages to do is smell the beautiful aroma of food that makes her stomach growl, not realizing how hungry she is but that comes to an end when the whole room drops silent.

All eyes are on her, forks dropping with a clank as hateful eyes glare intensely. In the corner of her eyes she sees the Mandalorian stand, no one can see his face but the way the ‘T’ of his visor stares is dangerous, testing, the growl the rumbles his chest is a warning, anyone who had a scene would deal with him. That was enough promise to have the room eating again, no longer silent as chatter fills the mess hall again.

A hand is placed against the small of her back, cheek of his helmet kisses her own with a whisper. “What are you doing here, love?”

The words sting, eyes shift over his own with a grimace as she pulls away from his touch. “Why? Is this only for the clan?”

A way to separate her more, keep the clan happy by isolating her from any form any outing. It makes sense, the Mandalorian wouldn’t have his people constantly at his throat, suddenly his words from before no longer mattered, they made her stomach twist, eyes water as the Din shakes his head. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. hey, hey..” Fingers pull her close into his chest, fingers grip her chin, force her to peer into his eyes. “We have a visitor from another clan is all. He can be a real asshole, I just didn’t want you around him.

“Why because I’ll shame you even more?”

“Stop.” It’s firm, sends shivers down her skin at how he stiffens, looking around the room not wanting to make too much of a scene. “Come sit and eat.. I was just about to bring you dinner.”

It’s hard not to be obedient, he’s intimating, towers over her and she just knows the scowl under his helmet. Before anymore attention can be drawn to the pair he’s walking towards the table, leaving her standing there with no chose to take the seat next to him.

“Who is this?” She barely had a chance to register the two additions to the table, the one is a woman with long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes that sits almost on top of the man, she wears nothing but a thin, sheer dress that when she moves her arms the outline of her nipples can be seen but no one seems too interested, almost as if it was normal. There’s a blue Mandalorian next to her, large beads lay against his chest, they also match Din’s necklaces but are made from beskar and gold. His armor is quiet similar, but it’s a dark, royal blue with lines of gold in the creases of it, his helmet his decorated with dark, black lines of clay, there’s no symbols just senseless finger paint.

Din looks up to meet his gaze, there’s a warning in his silence but the other Mandalorian doesn’t seem to care, only tilts his head with a look she can only guess is mischief. “You know Din, It’s very uncommon to take a mistress before having a wife.”

“I’m not a mistress.” The words are hissed through her teeth, jaw flexing as she clenches them. The blue Mandalorian laughs, it’s crackles darkly and makes her stomach turn.

“Firey, I love it. I wonder if what you have under that tunic is as beautiful as you are, Mesh’la.” The same words that sound so good on the tongue of Din sound so sickly and dark on the strangers. Fist ball against her lap, the feeling of Din’s hands against her back are there to calm her, stopping her from speaking anymore so naturally, he does instead.

“Leave her alone.” Din wishes to say more but just dismisses the man, at the very moment he could not risk a war between the clans, especially after being gone for so long. What good leader would bring war and destruction on only their first few weeks back? Besides it was only a few weeks before the Winter Solaces and despite how much he wanted to wrap his hands around Viven’s neck, he couldn’t risk returning from the summer lands with his own homeland in ruins.

Din was going to let it go, leave his girl to eat but the words Viven says next makes his blood boil, “You can have mine, If i can have yours.”

His mouth falls open under the helmet, anger burns his veins and continues to warming is body as it spreads like water until he’s abruptly standing but Viven is not easily scared, he matches his stance, leaning over to push Din’s fingers away as they come down as a warning against his chest as he speaks. “You are in my land, insulting my woman -.”

Din’s hand twitches next to the blaster strapped to his hip as Viven leans closer. “You don’t scare me Din, you’re not even a real Mandalorian.”

The way Din shakes is scary, trembling as his breaths holds inside his chest before long, quick breaths move the beskar as he moves to with no doubt pounce at the man but the small hands takes his own distract him as warm fingers twine through the gaps of his own quickly pulling him towards the exit without a word.

She manages to pull them into a room down the hall, hands pressing against his chest in hopes that the change of scenery will help but his hands snatch her wrist, a rough almost inaudible growl catches the static of the vocoder. “The way he talked about you like you were some piece of meat, I’m going to kill him.”

“Shhh.” She sooths, fingers pressing against that junction of where the helmet and his shirt almost meet, leaving that small piece of skin that just radiates heat, curling the hairs with her pointer finger. His chest is stuttering under her touch but he’s too angry to notice, it’s sits in his stomach every breath that expands his chest burns with fury.

“No, I’m going to go out there and teach him how to respect a woman.” He’s trembling, intensely staring at her as she reaches over to curl her fingers under the chest plate but he’s ready to break away, fist forming to charge out that door and snap his neck but as her hands drop lower his breath stops. His chest doesn’t dare move as her own hands shake but for a whole another reason. She’s nervous, scared of whatever the Mandalorian might do and this time it would be her fault, she would be the reason and the clan would blame him, hate him more than they already do. Fingers slip low and lower until they squeeze the outline of his erection.

He didn’t even notice over the anger and frustration that had filled his entire being but none the less she earns a lustful moan. His fingers catch her wrist, rougher then he tends too but he can think, with anger rushing his body and her hand wrapping around his throbbing hardness. It’s too much, other hand finds her hip digging small crescent shaped marks into the skin through her shirt. “W-What are you doi -.”

“Shhh, let me take care of you. Can I?” It was risky, nothing she would ever do but the only way she could possibly think to distract him. He’s tense, not moving a muscle as the small hands leave his erection instead fall under his shirt as fingers run along the line of his trousers, feeling the coolness of the jean’s button before pressing down and pulling it from the buttonhole. Her hand slips down, past the elastic of his underwear to hold his heavy cock in her hand, he hisses instantly at the contact, eyes never leaving hers as a thumb moves up to spread the beading pre-cum to lubricate her hand as gives him a test stoke in which he lets out a loud groan.

“Please.” It’s a whimper, barely audible but just enough to show how bad he needs this. Almost instantly her hands tighten, moving at a pace that makes his head spin.

His heart is pounding inside his chest, it’s heard in his ears unable to make out any other words. Heat fills the helmet, a thick fog made from his own pants makes it hard to breath, it’s exciting, exhilarating as he can still hear the chatting and clanking of forks that’s just separated by a wall.

“Maker, pretty girl.” It’s whimpered against her hair slow, and breathlessly through the static of his helmet as it falls to rest his forehead against the top of her hair as her hand sets an unforgiving pace.

Small pants bounce of the walls, his hips move to meet up to her own trembling hands. He let’s out a whine of disappointment as she pulls away but his eyes widening as she brings her hand close to her mouth, spitting on her palm. “Fuck…”

He’s so lost in the moment, the way her wet palm wraps around his pulsing cock as sweat begins to bead across his forehead, heat growing deep inside his stomach as he trembles under the feeling of her hand tighten around the base of his cock. Eyes squeezing in pleasure as the familiar pit inside his stomach begins to build as she strokes in time to meet up with his thrusts.

He’s falling deeper and deeper into her spell, thoughts filled with her.

It’s all her, how good her hand feels milking him for all he can offer, how beautiful she looks like this, eyes never leaving his own as the words fall from swollen lips. “Are you going to cum for me Din?”

It’s pure heaven, the way her thumb rubs his head ever so often. Just the right amount of pressure that it stings so good, burns his thighs as her fingertips dig into them.

“Yes, Maker, yes sweetheart.” He chokes, body stiffening as he feels his balls tighten, body stutter as she pushing his pants lower past his knees as she kneels. The sounds that bounce off the wall are sinful, dirty and wet as a familiar ball of heat fills his stomach as she drops onto her knees.

She offers her face, mouth opening slightly in concentration as her hand squeezes his head one more time but he can’t help but think it’s for him as his thighs quiver and with one last trust into her hand as white, thick strands of cum paint her face pretty.

The Mandalorian in panting above her, fingers that found her hair are now rubbing softly, curling around the hair in a comforting but lazily way. He feels slightly dizzy, a post orgasm haze blurs his eyes, makes his knees ache but none the less he tucks himself back into his pants before sitting in front of her. He pulls at his cape, pressing gently against her skin to wipe at his mess, a soft laughing falling from his lips.

“To think I thought you brought me in here to calm me down.” There’s that sweet smile that makes his heart jump but the way her eyebrows furrow with playful eyes is new.

“That’s what I was doing.”

“Sneaky girl.” The words are whispered affectionally into her neck as he finishes and throws the cape somewhere across the room. There’s a small tisk that falls from his lips makes her laugh. Fingers roam the bottom of the helm, seeking a kiss from those soft lips but the loud commotion outside makes him stiffen, raising to his feet as the yelling continue. His hand takes her own, this time he is the one dragging her through the threshold of the dinning hall. Viven stands over the crowd as if he wants to speak but that’s not what pisses Din off, it’s how dangerously close to his throne, almost acting like it doesn’t exist.

“This man can’t lead you!” Viven’s words are loud, powerful from his chest as he catches their attention. The dinning hall is quiet now, a celebration now ruined with sourness. “He will betray the way of the Mandalore, he will shame us all, he has no wife, offers no future for you. He holds a foundling that will never survive, it is too weak. He has failed to bring it back to it’s people.”

Din stiffens at the words, hateful as they spray across the room. His son will survive, he is stronger than anyone here, no one chooses to see it. The mention of Grogu as his first balling on his lap as murmurs break the threshold of silence, heavy boots echo across the hall until they take one step onto the platform, standing to tower the man as the orange tips of his gloves poke at the blue Mandalorian’s armor. “Leave my son’s name out of your mouth, mind your words.”

"Or what? You already shame your clan by not having a wife… Do you plan on stringing this poor girl on forever?” The words make her cheeks flush in anger but realization hits Din almost instantly - the man had made it clear he wanted her but only because he thought it was all for fun, nothing but a sense or pleasure. Viven thought Din had no intention of marrying the girl because it was unheard of, a clan leader must marry another of similar rank, not a nobody who was not a mandalorian none the less. Then again Din wasn’t supposed to have the power he holds, the rules aren’t meant to be broken but also are not set in stone. Even though it wasn’t seen, Din’s stare was intense and boring a hole into the front of Viven’s visor, heart thumping against his chest with frustration, anger that Viven ever thought he would just give her away, trade her like she was some kind of property.

“That’s not true.” The words leave her mouth before she realizes what she is saying, she’s so frustrated with the whole situation and watching how Din’s shoulders fell with Viven’s last words was the last straw. “We are getting married.”

The way everyone’s glares towards her at the words made her nervous but nothing compared to the way her heart jumped inside her chest as Din’s helmet snaps in her direction. Din felt his cheeks warm, suddenly the man challenging his authority didn’t matter. He’s thankful for the helmet at this very moment as it hides the pink patches of blush on his chest and cheeks. He tries to open his mouth and speak but the twitch of his lips stops him, she looks beautiful right now.

Frustration clear on her red face, eyebrows furrow with agitation but she bites her bottom lip at his gaze feeling heat over her own skin as she chews it nervously. For a moment they are the only two people the exist, a little lost, unsure but no matter how much they try and fight it they would never be the same without each other. “I’ve accepted his marriage proposal.”

With those five words the room breaks out in chaos but Din can’t seem to care, his eyes can’t leave the sight of his future riduur.

Viven’s dark eyes run over the sight of Din, a loud growl coming from his chest. “I warned your father about you becoming leader, you do nothing but shame our name. You’re not even a real Mandalorian!”

Din’s body physically stiffens, hot, pulsing anger setting his skin ablaze. It’s not anything new, hearing it his whole life how he will never match up to the expectations of them but none the less he was still named leader.

Viven yells words in a different dialect but the reaction of the crowd is filled with yells of support, cheering in a sickening way that makes her stomach twist. Din’s eyes shift from hers to the blue Mandalorian, his words are also foreign but the crowd let’s out a victory cry, it’s sick of easily his own clan turns on him.

Din Djarin has accepted the challenge to the death for his rightful place as Mand'lor and she has absolutely no idea as Din reaches behind his back to retrieve the spear of beskar as he lets out a warriors cry.

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