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absurdthirst · 8 months ago

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Unexpectedly Mated {Alpha!Mando x F!Omega!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, heats, denying biological needs, religious creeds, removing your helmet, jealousy, territorial aggression, fingering, first kisses, vaginal sex, rough sex, knotting, mates, marking

Comments: Forbidden to remove your helmet by Creed, Mandalorians deny their basic biological needs as Alphas and Omegas. The helmet blocks the scant of their true mate. Until an open air vent leads Mando to discover that you are his omega.

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“You must never remove your helmet.” The creed and these words drilled into you at a young age and you have never forgotten, would never be allowed to forget. The creed comes before all else. The covert comes before the individual. In a galaxy full of alphas, omegas, and betas…Mandalorians stood alone. Defying their biological status to better the covert, to keep the numbers up. You wear the helmet to not only protect your face but to keep you from recognizing your mate. The scent recognition of a mate is instant so the Mandalorian solution is to wear helmets with filters so that one can breed with anyone they prefer. Their minds are clouded with scent so the desire is the driving factor. The younglings are raised by the covert as a unit so the aim is to repopulate Mandalore. You suppress your omega urges with supplements and you’ve yet to breed. Too busy with bounty hunting alongside a certain Din Djarin. You’re drawn to him, that’s for sure, but you’ve never bred with him. He’s not interested in a family, in an ad. He wants credits. He wants to protect the foundling under his care and you’ve gone along for the ride.

“Din.” Your modulated voice calls out to him as he strides ahead of you after you reunited the frog woman with her husband. “The kid needs to eat.” You tell him, knowing you need to find the nearest cantina.

The sigh Din gives you is one of frustration and resignation. He likes the kid, he’s risked a lot to protect him, even his covert. The sins he has committed weigh heavily on his shoulders and he nods. “Come on.” He grumbles to the little one. “I know you’re hungry, we’ll get you something to eat.” Hopefully the Crest will be fixed soon. Unable to take off his helmet unless he is in his bunk is starting to frustrate him, the hermetically sealed space is starting to feel stale with the cycled air and he longs for a single breath of fresh air. He had also hoped to slip away for a moment, needing to find a medical facility to replace his implant. It had been damaged from his fight with Moff Gideon and he’s not had time to have it seen to. While he doesn’t visit a brothel or find a sexual partner often, he can feel the need to rut building up in his system. The alpha side he tries to suppress starts to bleed through his normally calm demeanor.

You sit with the kid in the cantina, snorting when Din saves him from his own lunch and you glance around at the sailors. They mention Mandalorians and you are surprised to hear of your kind here, especially since Din wants to find them so he can help the kid return to his own planet. “Before we head off, maybe we can freshen up. I need to use the fresher and I’m sure you also want some time out of beskar.”

He groans at the idea of time outside the suit. Letting his skin breath and maybe he can work in a quick tug on his cock while he’s in the ‘fresher. “We’ll have to get rooms.” He reminds you, his head tilting towards yours. “Do you want to do that?”

You nod, “that sounds like a plan. I’m sure this one needs a nap after everything.” You say, reaching out to caress the kid’s ear. He coos at you and finishes his broth with a loud slurp. “Let’s find somewhere.” You say and throw some credits down for the broth. Din nods and you’re soon following him into the inn nearby. You are eager for a shower and some time out of the heavy beskar. Despite wearing it since you were a kid, you have always been weighed down by it. Din gets two rooms and you nod at him when he carries the now sleeping child into the room.

The child’s eyes never open, making Din chuckle quietly as he closes the pod and sets it in the corner of the room. Looking around to make sure the windows are covered before he reaches up and unlatches the edge of his helmet and groans quietly when he pulls it off his head. His hair is sweaty, but immediately the scent of the outside world is much more vivid. Making him inhale deeply and growl quietly at how good it all smells. Being an alpha as a Mandalorian was tricky, his own scent blocked by the helmet, but others could smell him. Making things difficult for him at times, especially when he cannot even walk around his own ship with his helmet unsealed because you are with him. Now, he sits on the edge of the bed, with his eyes closed and breathes deep, unaware that the vent between your two rooms has not been closed.

You hum as you tilt your head under the water. An actual shower instead of the ‘fresher on the ship is a welcome surprise. You don’t realize the vent in your room is open so Din can smell you as your omega scent wafts through the room, warmed up from the shower and the water flowing onto your face blocks you from smelling Din.

It’s subtle at first. A teasing waft that caresses his nose and makes his cock twitch. The beautiful, heady scent of an omega. Making him groan quietly until the next wave hits him. His omega. The scent overwhelms him and he’s immediately hard, aching and desperate to claim the omega who is meant to be his mate. His mate. His eyes widen when he sees the vent opened, called to it as he follows the scent. It’s the vent that connects your room to his. You’re his mate.

You can feel a tugging in your stomach when you step out of the shower and you frown, wondering if you’re going to go into heat soon. You’ll need to get some more suppressants since you don’t have the time to spend days nesting while you are with Din. He doesn’t want you to be a needy omega holding him back from his quest. You dry off, shutting the door to the bathroom behind you and you lay down on the bed, unable to stop your hand from snaking down to rub your clit, a whimper escaping your lips.

Din snaps the vent closed. Hand curling into a fist as he pants against the shared wall. You’re his mate, his omega. His mind whirls as he tries to reconcile that new information with the stalwart and steady Mandalorian he has been bounty hunting with. He won’t deny that he wondered about fucking you before, it’s only natural that he would given how close you had been. His cock throbs as he imagines you in your armor, slowly stripping it off and walking around your room nude. Building a nest and begging him to join you. “Fuck.” He hisses.

You fall asleep naked on the bed after making yourself cum, relieving the ache in your stomach, enjoying being out of your beskar. You sleep until there’s a knock on the door and you groan, waking up and immediately grabbing your helmet to slide it onto your head. “It’s time to go.” Din says and you call out, “no problem. I’ll get ready and be right out.”

You redress in your beskar, your stomach still aching but you decide you’ll seek out some suppressants later. Opening the door, you find Din standing there with the kid. “Morning buddy.” You coo to the child and look up at Din who looks tense. “Everything okay?” You ask him, tilting your helmet.

You know that Din can be all business but there’s something off about him. You ignore it and follow Din down the hall to find the sailors who are granting you passage on their boat to find the Mandalorians that are apparently on the planet. Later on, you admire the water as the raft moves along, glancing at Din who is stiff, well, stiffer than normal. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask softly, the sailors moving around behind you.

“Let me go!” You growl in anger, swinging your arm to fling a sailor into the water. Using your strength to try and untangle yourself from the ropes when Din and the child are in danger and that’s when they appear: the Mandalorians.

The redhead who introduced herself as Bo Katan shakes her head. “I’ve heard of your sect of the religion but Maker…I didn’t know how far it went in controlling its followers. On Mandalore, we wish for alphas and omegas to find their mate, it makes for stronger bonds, stronger families. We don’t - that is not something we dictate.” You swallow harshly as her words, feeling a tugging in your stomach that makes you want to lean towards Din but you push that aside. “You can remove your helmet and you would not be dar'manda.” Bo Katan explains and you’re so tempted.

Din stands up, angry at them for tempting him, tempting you. He shakes his head. “You are not mandalorian.” He growls, reaching down and takes your arm to pull you to your feet. “We are leaving.” He tells you, turning and striding away from the group angrily.

You let Din guide you out of the cantina and you sigh, “Din. Slow down. Maybe…maybe they are telling the truth. As Mandalorians, we are denying our biological need. We are denying nature itself. Why? What- what good is it?” You ask him, the child in the pouch nestled against his hip.

“What good is it?” Din stops and spins around, crowding you slightly and even though you cannot smell it, pheromones pour off of him in heavy waves. All this talk of mates and finding out you are his has him desperate to claim you. To take what is his. “The Creed. That is what good it is. Our secrecy is our survival. We. Do. Not. Remove. Our. Helmets.”

You shake your helmet, stumbling back away from him. “I do not want to breed with whomever the armorer tells me to. I want to find my mate. I want to feel complete.” You yell, quickly flicking the lock to your helmet and you waste no time lifting it off of your head in public for the first time since you were twelve. It hits you immediately. His scent. He’s an alpha. Your alpha. “You- oh Maker. Alpha.” You address him, your stomach twisting with sudden need for him.

Din hisses, his body jerking at the tone of your voice, the submissive nature of it. Calling to him. His hands curl into fists and he moves, shielding you from any eyes that could possibly see your face. “Put your helmet on.” He demands roughly, knowing that he cannot do this right now. He cannot have this conversation with you in the middle of a spaceport.

Your lower lip trembles, feeling the rejection, and you shove your helmet back on your head, flicking the lock and his scent is replaced with fresh air through the filter. “Clearly you do not wish to have me as your omega so I am going to go back to the cantina. Perhaps another alpha can help with my heat.” You didn’t get a chance to pick up suppressants and the scent of your alpha has your stomach twisting with the sudden heat, the urge to mate and be claimed by him has you sweating already. You need to be touched and as much as you wish for it to be him, it’s obvious that he doesn’t want that. You spin on your heel before he can answer to make your way back into the cantina.

Growling, Din watches you walk off. Sighing when he knows he cannot follow you. The child is still beside him, looking up and cooing at him as if to tell him that he had fucked up. “Come on kid.” He grunts, turning and walking away from you even though his entire body is screaming to follow you. “I need to find someone to watch you.” He knows he cannot have a conversation with you around the kid, around anyone. He needs to find another room, then he will bring you back for a talk.

You want to take off your helmet and down a spotchka or five, but Din’s command to not remove your helmet is ringing in your ears. You sit at the bar when you feel a presence next to you. “What’s a Mandalorian omega doing all alone?” He asks and you snort, “I haven’t got an alpha.” You state despite your chest aching, knowing you have an alpha but he doesn’t want you. On your walk to the cantina, you realized that Din didn’t question being your alpha. Which means he must’ve taken his helmet off at some point and found out. You wonder how long he’s known. Why he had kept it from you. “That’s good news for me, sweetheart. I’ve never been with a Mandalorian before and it smells like you might be needing an alpha at any moment.” He says, leaning closer and your stomach pangs with the beginning of a heat.

“I- I ran out of suppressants.” You confess, turning towards him despite everything in you wanting to run to find Din.

The Frog Lady had agreed to watch the baby, leaving Din to go back to the little inn where you had stayed last night and get another room. He knows that he owes you a conversation, a real conversation and he cannot do that in public. Once he has the key, Din tucks it into his belt and sets off for the cantina. He knows you are angry at him, hurt. He wants to give you time to cool down for a moment, to think rationally again. To remember your creed so both of you can agree that nothing will happen until you can find the armorer again and speak with her. Striding confidently towards the seedy little bar, he is sure that it would work.

You giggle when the alpha leans in, telling you a joke about Jawas and you are distracted for a moment from talking about your heat. He offers to buy you a drink but you decline, not wanting to take your helmet off, but it’s nice to talk to someone without them just giving you a grunt as an answer. You unconsciously lean closer to the alpha, your body heated as your biological need threatens to overwhelm you.

Walking into the bar, Din unlocks his helmet, unsealing it so he can smell you. Attraction and arousal, pouring from you and he follows the scent. Finding you sitting at the bar, another alpha leaning in, obviously interested in touching you, fucking you. The need to protect you roars to life in his chest and his alpha nature rips through his self control. Moving quickly to you, barely resisting the urge to pull his blaster on the cocksure alpha who is grinning at his mate. “Get the fuck away from her.” He growls, shoving between the two of you and puffing up his chest, towering over the other man and trying to be as intimidating as possible.

You gasp at Din’s sudden appearance and you stand up from your stool. “Alpha.” You place your hand on Din’s chest plate to keep him back from the other alpha.

“Hey buddy. Me and this omega were talking.” The alpha says and you wince under your helmet, knowing that he needs to shut up before he gets a blaster in the face.

“Din, just leave him.” You huff, pissed that he is dictating what you can and can’t do.

“My omega.” Din growls, his hand inches away from his blaster and he stares hard at the man from behind his visor. “Move away.” He warns but the man scoffs and doesn’t look impressed.

“She doesn’t seem taken. She seems like she’s real interested in getting to know me. ‘Bout to go into heat, needs an alpha buried in her cunt, knotting her.”

His words make you wince as you know Din, any alpha, wouldn’t allow them to speak about their omega that way. “It’s obvious you haven’t claimed her. What’s wrong, Mando? Not got the balls to do what needs to be done. She doesn’t smell like you. She smells wet. She smells ready for a cock. Clearly you aren’t enough for her. She wants to get fucked.” The alpha smirks, pushing Din’s buttons even more.

Din’s hand shoots out, wrapping it around the other alpha’s throat and squeezing harshly. Enjoying the way his pheromones immediately turned to ones of distress and his eyes bulge while his blue skin turns purple as the airways are cut off by the pressure of Din’s hand. “My omega.” Din rasps out, voice dangerously low and threatening. “Mine. Not yours. Mine.” The urge to kill him is clouding his thoughts, to demonstrate that you are his. That he would protect you.

“Alpha. Alpha. Don’t. He’s not worth it. I’m yours. I’m yours.” You promise Din, knowing that fact deep within your bones but you’re still furious with him. You place your hands on his chest plate, your helmet tilted towards his, “please. Just take me back to the inn. Don’t do this.”

Slowly, Din relaxes his fingers and lets go. Getting immense satisfaction when the other alpha gasps for air and immediately grabs his throat. He grabs your hands and ducks his shoulder down, hauling you over his shoulder like he would a bounty. Ignoring your shrieks as he storms out of the cantina with you.

You are shocked that Din is carrying you back to the inn and, you can admit to yourself, turned on by the primal display. "Din. Put me down!" You demand but he ignores you until he's in front of the room he had gotten for you. Finally putting you down. "I can't believe you did that." You shake your helmet and he opens the door.

"Inside." He demands and you obey him immediately, stepping into the room. Din steps into the room, letting the door close and locking it behind him. “You were going to let him touch you?” He demands, pissed off that you were searching for someone, despite the fact that he had not immediately claimed you.

You feel defiant now despite being alone with your alpha. "I was. I am going into heat. If you didn’t touch me, I needed to find another alpha to satisfy my needs." You declare despite knowing that no one would give you what you need from Din.

“You’ve worked through heats before.” Din growls, remembering how he had heard your whimpering cries from your bunk as you used your toys. It had been hard to deal with, when he hadn’t known he was your alpha. Wanting to offer you his cock the entire time, but he had respected your need for privacy. “Why not this time?”

“Because - because I wanted to feel wanted. I wanted someone to touch me who wanted to touch me, to make me feel something. I know you already knew I was your omega. You weren’t shocked when I found out you were my alpha. You didn’t - you didn’t sound surprised at all. How long have you known?” You ask, crossing your arms.

He leans back from you, surprised that you are attacking him and not liking it. “I-“ he huffs, rolling his eyes under his helmet and sighs. “Yesterday.” He admits quietly. “The vents between our rooms weren't closed. I-I smelled you when I took my helmet off.”

You are placated when you find out it was only yesterday but you’re still hurt that he didn’t tell you. “I didn’t smell you yesterday. I - I was showering and I -” You frown under the helmet. “You weren’t going to tell me, were you?”

“I- we-“ Din shakes his head. “You know what Mandalorians do.” He reasons with you. “The Armorer aligns breeding partners. I-“ He bites his lip under his helmet and sighs. “I was going to ask the Armorer for you, to be paired with you when we find them again.”

You understand where he is coming from but you feel frustrated by him. "Din. We - we are mates. What we have is...it's more than the creed. It's more than just breeding. It's how it is supposed to be. It's primal and raw. We are mates. Destined for each other and you've been by my side for so long yet neither of us knew what the other was meant to be. I want - I want you. I need you. Fuck the creed. Fuck the Armorer. You're my alpha and I - I want you. No matter what the consequences are." You say, "but if you don't want that - want me - I will leave. I'll go back to the covert and you can finish your quest alone."

He wants to argue against your comments, his heart twisting when he hears you say you would walk away. “Always wanted you.” He confesses quietly, breathing deeply and soaking in your scent. “Since the second week together. Watching you wipe the floor with that Twi.” He snorts, smirking slightly under his helmet. “Wanted you all the time.”

You chuckle, remembering that fight when you were both so much younger. You step towards him, "I have always wanted you. Always imagined you when I was in my nest." You confess softly, "I think I knew, unconsciously, that I was yours."

“I thought about you a lot.” Din confesses, taking a deep breath as he remembers what Bo Katan had said about mates being able to reveal their faces to each other. He takes a deep breath and reaches up to slowly start sliding his helmet off.

Your eyes widen under your helmet as Din exposes his face to you and you get your first look at his handsome face. "Maker. You are -" You can see him tense with anxiety and you reach up with your gloved hand to cup his cheek. "Mesh'la." You tell him, unable to tear your eyes away from those beautiful brown eyes. "Do you - you can remove my helmet...if you want."

He’s proud that you find him appealing. His one glimpse of you too fleeting for his own liking, finding you mesh’la as well. “I want to see you, omega.” He hums as he slowly reaches for your helmet. “My omega. My mate.”

You’re nervous for him to fully look at you without your helmets on, and your heart pounds beneath your chest plate. You bite your lip when your eyes meet his without the pixelated visor screen and his brown eyes soften. “Din. Alpha.” You murmur, watching him as he stares at you.

“Mesh’la.” He murmurs softly, staring into your eyes and feeling his cock harden beneath his flight suit as he smells and sees you clearly for the first time. He groans your name. “Omega.”

You ache for him, your heat curling in your stomach, and you wonder what he wants, if he still wants to wait until you return to the covert. “I don’t know what you want from me right now. Do you want us to put our helmets back on and continue on like this never happened until we return to the Armorer?” You ask, a little breathless.

“I cannot pretend I haven’t seen your face, smelled you.” Din groans, his eyes nearly closing in pain when a wave of arousal drifts over him. “I- you’re mine.” He growls again. “You are going into heat, I will take care of you.”

You whimper at his words, your body starting to get overheated with need. “Alpha.” You gasp, starting to work on removing your beskar, needing to feel the air on your hot skin. “I need you.” You pant, efficiently stripping down until you’re in your bra band and panties, boots kicked aside and you slide your hand into your panties, needing to rub your clit for some relief.

“Omega.” He growls, body tense and he steps forward, his need to touch you and take care of you nearly overwhelming his rational sense. He is about to touch you, still completely dressed in his armor except for his helmet. When he sees his gloves, he stops. “Get on the bed.” He orders, starting to strip down himself. Needing to press his skin to yours. “I will make sure you don’t need your fingers. You can have mine.”

You obey his order, shifting to lay down on the bed after reluctantly pulling your fingers out of your panties, and you watch him strip off. “Alpha. You are - you’re mesh’la.” You say, sitting up on your elbows to watch him, seeing the scars from blasters that grazed the vulnerable spots in his beskar and you want to kiss every one of them.

His own groan is one of pride and need, seeing you squirming on the bed, waiting for him. His omega, needy and wet. His hand wraps around his cock and he slowly starts to jerk himself. “You are mesh’la, cyar’ika.” He hums, eyes dark and full of lust. The waves of need and want roll off of you and mix with his own desire to fill the room. “My sweet little, omega. Wanting my cock, needing my knot.”

His voice, unmodulated, makes you shiver, and you watch him with wide eyes. “Yours, alpha.” You promise, reaching behind you to unclip your bra band, tossing it onto the floor to expose your tits to his gaze as he pumps his cock. You are aching for him. “Please. Alpha. I need your touch.”

He’s heard it before. The needy begging and calling to his alpha, but never from his mate. Growling, he scrambles onto the bed, one hand grabbing your breast while the other rips your panties off effortlessly.

You cry out in satisfaction as he quickly pushes two thick digits inside of you. “Yesss.” You hiss, feeling the ache assuage slightly with his digits curling deep inside of you. “Fuck, Din. Alpha. Yes.” You whine, tilting your head towards his.

It will be the first time he’s kissed anyone and it’s fitting that it’s his mate. His lips come crashing down against yours roughly as he curls his fingers inside you. Unskilled, he relies on what he had imagined doing, watching holo vids and jerking off when he was alone in his bunk. His tongue pushing into your mouth when you moan and he makes a feral sound of pleasure of his own.

You moan into his mouth, tangling your tongue with his and it’s unskilled but passionate. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging slightly and you feel his cock twitch against your thigh. You’ve both had sex before, neither of you have kissed and it’s clumsy but you soon get the hang of it.

He feels like he doesn’t want to ever stop kissing you. Pumping his fingers deep inside your quivering cunt, he groans and rocks his hips against your belly. Loving how eagerly you respond to me.

You pant into his mouth, getting closer to orgasm with the way his fingers pump into you. "Alpha. I'm gonna- you're gonna make me - fuck!" You cry into his mouth as you clamp down on his digits, the ache in your belly satiated for a moment.

The first orgasm from his omega nearly makes him cum untouched. Din moans your name as he works you through the way your walls clench and your juices soak his hand. Pleasured pheromones pour off of you and he ducks his head down to press his tongue to your scent gland.

Feeling his tongue on your scent gland has you whining his name and your nails dig into his back, wanting him to bite you but he won’t until he’s ready. “I need you inside of me. Please, alpha.” You beg, gently pushing him off of you so you can shift onto your hands and knees for him.

Din growls, loving the submissive display, looking at your dripping cunt as you move to your hands and knees. Showing him how badly you need him. “My omega is eager.” He groans, slapping your ass and squeezing your hips as he throbs. He knows this first time will be rough. You know it too. Taking his cock on his hand, he shuffles forward and notches it at your entrance. Hissing when he snaps his hips forward ruthlessly and buries himself deep in your cunt.

Your breath is immediately pushed from your lungs and you gasp as he stretches you out. You fall forward onto your elbows and squeeze your eyes shut as he doesn’t hesitate to start moving inside of you. It’s rough and your body feels like it’s on fire. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Alpha. I- shit.” You curse, cunt fluttering around his cock.

You’re perfect around him. Gloriously tight and taking every harsh thrust with a choked moan as he starts to hammer into you. Need and the instinct to give you every piece of himself has him gripping your hips like you might get away from him and rocking deep to push up against your womb.

You grip the sheets beneath you, your cheek pressed against them as he pushes into you over and over again. “Fuck. Oh fuck Din.” You pant, thighs starting to shake as he pushes you closer and closer to orgasm with every harsh rock of his hips.

Suddenly, Din stops. Circling his hips as he lifts your and grinds into you. He was going to cum and he wants to make sure that you are satisfied before he gives into any of his own needs. “Fuck, omega, you are so perfect.” He grunts out, panting as he feels you squeeze him. “Are you going to be a good girl and take my knot? Let me breed you one day?”

You whine, deep from your throat. “Yesss. I’ll let you- have as many as you want, alpha. I want to be good for you. Want you to be happy.” You pant, thighs shaking still as he grinds deep and his hand spreads wide until his thumb is pressing against your clit.

“Good girl.” He growls out, twitching inside you. He’s imagined breeding you before, many times, even before knowing you were his omega. Hoping that working with you would cause the armorer to place you together to breed. It was why he let you on his ship. “Fuck, I- you feel so good ‘mega. So fucking tight around my cock.”

Your nails dig into the sheets and you are desperate for him to make you cum. The fire in your belly is burning and sweat beads on your forehead. “Alpha. Please.” You whine, grinding yourself back onto him. “I need - need to cum. It burns.” You almost sob with need.

“It’s okay,” he coos, rubbing your clit as he starts rocking into you again. “Your alpha is going to take care of you. Make sure your little cunt is happy by the time you leave this bed.”

You grind back onto him, his hips still not moving as he rubs your clit, and you practically sob with relief when you cum. Clamping down on his cock, you moan his name, his designation, and soak him. “Yessss.” You hiss, thighs violating shaking as you ride your high.

“Fuck.” He groans, his hands tightening on you as he feels you cum around him. “It’s so good, cyar’ika. My omega.”

You slump into the sheets, the burning dissipating for a moment so you can catch your breath and Din’s fingers dig into your hips. “Alpha. Maker, I need - I want you to knot me. Please. Fuck me hard.” You beg breathlessly.

“Yes, yes, my ‘mega can take it.” He growls proudly. “Take my cock and beg for more.” As he starts to thrust harder, it feels like he’s going to beat the bed through the wall, knocking the headboard against the panel with a loud clang every time he pushes deep.

“I can take it. I want more. Always want more. Please baby. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Alpha.” You demand, your hands coming out to stop yourself from being squashed against the headboard.

He wants to bite you, to mark you as his even though no one would ever see your marks except him. His secret claim on you under your armor. His hisses out your name and manages to increase his frantic pace. “Fuck, fuck, Dank ferik.”

You whine his name, “Alpha. Oh Maker. You - it’s - oh shit. Shit. Shit.” You wail as you cum again, clamping down on his cock and gushing around him, feeling his knot starting to catch and you know he’s close. “Cum. Cum for me.” You beg breathlessly, reaching back to touch his hand on your hip.

Din collapses on top of you, Pushing you down to the bed, hips never stopping as he drives into you again and again. Fucking you into the bed as if that was his singular focus in life. “Gonna, gonna cum.” He grunts out, warning you. “K-knot you.”

“Do it. Fuck, I need it. Need it, Alpha.” You beg and he pushes deep just as his knot catches, his seed painting your walls with spurt after spurt. You whine in pleasure, feeling satisfied and you tilt your neck. “Make me yours, Din.”

The audible pop of his knot slipping into you releases a feral growl from deep in his chest. Unable to stop himself, his face turns towards your neck and his teeth sink into your scent gland. Marking you as his irrevocably.

You cum again from the pleasure of being tamed and from him knotting you. You sigh into the sheets when Din licks the mark he left on your skin. “I love you.” You confess, “even before I found out you’re my alpha. I’ve always loved you.” You confess with your eyes closed.

Din sighs softly and even though he could not pull away from you because of his knot, he wraps his arms around you to keep you close. “I had hoped the armorer would pair us together.” He confesses quietly. “That's why I let you join my crew.”

He shifts onto his side and you curl back into his chest, “whatever happens…it’s you and me and the kid. Even if we have to leave the covert. I would like to keep you, to keep you safe.” You promise him and he leans in to nuzzle your neck.

“Kar’ta.” He murmurs, feeling like he is complete for the first time since his nature was revealed. His other half is in his arms and he wants nothing more than to keep you there. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome.” He whispers softly, wondering if you will repeat the wedding vows back to him. “Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”

You smile and squeeze his forearm. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome. Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” You repeat back, turning your head to look at him, “riduur.” You whisper, kissing his jaw, “my riduur.”

“Riduur.” His spouse. You are married to him now, his - both by your nature and by your religion. “I will keep you and the child safe.” He vows, his hand sliding down to your stomach. “And any who follow.”

You kiss his lips softly, smiling against him as you place your hand over his on your stomach. “We will face whatever we need to face together. My riduur. My alpha. And when we are ready, I’ll happily have your children. Maybe we can settle on Navarro. Get a little cottage and live a peaceful life together.” You vocalize the dream you’ve had for years.

“That would be good.” He knows that it might never happen, but he wishes for it. “First we must finish our quest.” He hopes to find the armorer again and have you declared a clan of three. It will take some time, but you have time. Both of you have implants to prevent a child and his knotted cock twitches inside you as he thinks about filling you with his baby.

“Finish the quest.” You agree, “then we have the rest of our lives together. I love you, Din Djarin. My alpha.” You murmur, kissing his jaw again. “Whatever happens, we will face it together as mates. As partners.” You promise, unsure of the road ahead but you will be together, connected as one, and you will ensure the child’s safety. This is the way.

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I've been asked to provide brief commentary on some specific books from my 2023 reading list, so --

Achieving Our Country: Leftist Thought in Twentieth-Century America, Richard Rorty

I was not super impressed by this one. The core thesis -- the radical theory-driven left is not particularly helpful in terms of advancing concrete leftist political goals within the American system -- is, at this point, not news. (It wasn't even really news in 1998 when the book was published.) And everything surrounding that thesis...well, it is very serious about the idea that it is Good and Helpful to develop a nationalistic-but-leftist ideological consciousness, which should raise a lot of eyebrows no matter who you are.

This book was recommended by Matt Yglesias, and it reads very much like part of the ideological grounding of someone like Matt Yglesias. Which is not a compliment. I like Yglesias, but -- ideological grounding is not his strong suit.

The Tatami Galaxy, Tomihiko Morimi

It was...fine, I guess.

There are four stories, which are theoretically all alternate-universe versions of the same events. (Not a spoiler, that fact is revealed extremely quickly.) They're all very modern-Asian-style magical surrealism. The last story is substantially the longest and substantially the best; its vision of the titular "tatami galaxy," a Borges-style labyrinth made from endless iterations of your own college dorm room, is at the very least punchy and memorable. But there's not really enough there there, and the first three stories are a slog.

The Man Who Was Thursday, G. K. Chesterton

This is fucking amazing. Probably the best book I read all year, unless that goes to the Oscar Wilde.

It's witty throughout, although it's the wit of an old stodgy conservative British guy who sneers at a lot of things, so you have to be willing to live with that. But it's also...well, ballsy is the best word I have for it. Saying that it's a "twist book" fails to do it justice. There is a twist -- but the more-relevant thing is that it sneaks around behind you and kicks you in the back of the head in a way that is mostly not about the twist, but about a much-more-fundamentally-weird thing that Chesterton is doing. The book you are reading at the end is very much not the book you thought you were reading at the beginning.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, Gabrielle Zevin

Mnr mnr mnr mnr. My feelings here are complicated.

On the one hand: this is a book about a small number of people with incestuously-tangled lives who make art together and in reaction to each other, who are absolutely obsessed with the art that they're making. This is a theme that has a lot of resonance for me, and, like, it gets the feel of that thing largely right. There are also other, more-idiosyncratic reasons for this book to have resonance for me.

On the other hand: it's a character-driven litfic book, and I don't love any of the characters, or even particularly like them. They are the wrong flavor of nerd, with the wrong kinds of thoughts and emotional issues. Also, it is a book about making and selling video games that...reads like it was written by someone who doesn't quite understand how video games work or how the video game market works.

On the gripping hand: it does a very good job of portraying the aspect of life experience that is "as you get older, the intense dramas of your youth don't get forgotten, but the colors kind of fade and the feelings come to seem much less important with perspective."

In particular: Near the beginning, there is a side character who is portrayed as the Absolute Fucking Unforgivable Shitbag Monster of a contemporary story told using contemporary norms. He does the kind of things that are specifically tailored to make you think this guy deserves nothing but hate, forever. The characters, to the extent that they know about him and what he's done, by and large do feel that way. And then...well, it's not like there's ever a comeuppance or a redemption or anything like that. But at the end, the feeling is much more -- well, he's this guy we know, there's a lot of awkwardness related to past pain and past wrongdoing, but even so we're something sort of like old friends and really it's mostly just water under the bridge at this point.

Which is, complicatedly, interesting.

#media reviews

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i like that in the mcu guardians of the galaxy, the characters that die do not come back as the same people. it doesn't happen just to gamora; it's the same thing for groot.

(spoilers for vol. 3)

idk if this is canon, but i've seen some folks online say that the groot we see from vol. 2 and beyond is more like OG groot's "son", hence why he's reborn as a baby and his dynamic with rocket is much more of a father and son relationship than their original friendship, or perhaps a brotherly bond.

it's interesting that in the very beginning we see rocket mocking groot for "whining" over his lost limbs, claiming that they'll grow again... but groot's sacrifice later on is indeed a sacrifice. he straight up dies. a baby groot might be born by the end of the first movie, but he's not just a tiny version of the same groot. he's a whole other groot that grows up with other life experiences and other people. we see that rocket doesn't treat groot like he does the original groot, for that matter. it's rlly like he's adopted his dead friend's child.

i'm saying all this bc i still see some ppl complain that they miss the old groot, or that they don't understand why the current groot is not like the debut one. like, i can kind of get the feeling, i especially feel this way about gamora because she RLLY didn't need to be killed off (even if i deeply appreciate vol. 3 for respecting her character and not just making her end up with quill like she was the same gamora), but i feel that groot's case is a whole other case.

groot's death makes sense with the franchise. the whole premise is around a group of ppl who have lost someone. it's entirely about death, trauma and grief. groot not coming back as the same groot means that the death had its consequences. that even if the person returns, they're not going to be the same. nothing is going to be the same. even then, rocket never once stops taking care of groot, and the other guardians all become his parental figures, too. of course, the original groot should never be forgotten, but the guardians need to be there for the groot that is now with them, which is the whole theme of vol. 2: parenting.

it's interesting to see that both groot and gamora suffered the same fate, both out of sacrifices. but obviously, groot willingly died to save the only family he ever had. gamora died because of her asshole of a father. neither of these deaths are fair, but the latter is definitely more infuriating, and i kinda do wish gamora died similarly to groot due to her character arc, but well. at least i'm satisfied with how vol. 3 ended the trilogy.

#lotus speaks #guardians of the galaxy #meta #my meta #death tw #grief tw #groot #gamora

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Optimize Your Time: Proven Prioritization Hacks for Mastering Task Management

Part 1: Understanding the Basics of Task Management Introduction Hello there, task conquerors! Ever feel like your to-do list is longer than the plot of a Game of Thrones episode? Fear not! Task management is here to save the day, and we're about to dive into the juicy secrets of mastering it. Task management isn't just a fancy term your boss throws around; it's the superhero cape your productivity wears. In this article, we're not just going to talk about task management – we're going to give it a makeover Hollywood style. Get ready for prioritization hacks so good, even your coffee will be caffeinated with excitement. So, why should you care about task management? Well, besides avoiding the chaos of misplaced priorities and the horror of forgotten deadlines, it's your ticket to a stress-free, organized life. Intrigued? Buckle up; we're about to make your to-do list bow down in awe.

2. The Fundamentals of Prioritization Alright, my fellow task-tacklers, let's get down to brass tacks – prioritization style. Imagine you're a wizard, and your to-do list is your magical spellbook. Prioritization is like casting the right spells to make sure your day doesn't turn into a chaotic potion-making class at Hogwarts. Defining Prioritization – Because Sorting Hats Are Overrated Prioritization isn't just a fancy term; it's the Gandalf of task management. It's about deciding what needs your attention now and what can chill in the Shire for a bit. Think of it as creating your own VIP section in the club of tasks – some get front-row seats, while others wait for the after-party. Now, we're not saying your tasks have feelings, but if they did, prioritization is like giving them a ranking on the VIP guest list. It's the art of telling your to-dos, "You, my friend, are the headliner tonight!" The Importance of Setting Clear Goals – Because Goals Are Like Treasure Maps Setting clear goals is like having a treasure map to your dreams. You wouldn't embark on a pirate adventure without knowing where the booty's buried, right? Goals give your tasks a purpose, a direction, and a shiny 'X marks the spot.' Imagine your goal is the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow – sparkly, tempting, and worth the journey. When you're clear on what you want to achieve, your tasks suddenly become eager little minions working together to help you reach that pot of gold. It's like having your own productive army, but with fewer swords and more sticky notes. So, fellow task-masters, sharpen your wands (or pencils), because we're about to cast the prioritization spell and set some clear goals. Your to-do list will thank you – and maybe even give you a round of applause. 3. Top Task Management Strategies Alright, time-travellers in the task galaxy, let's teleport into the realm of Google's top-secret strategies for conquering your to-dos. Spoiler alert: no Google algorithm was harmed in the making of these strategies. Discussing the Top Strategies - Because Google Said So According to the intergalactic council of search engines, there are task management strategies that make Jedi-level prioritizers jealous. First up, we've got the 'Eat That Frog' strategy. No, it doesn't involve slimy amphibians, but it does involve tackling your biggest, ugliest toad of a task first. It's like saying, "I'm the boss, and you, task, are my first victim – I mean, victory." Next on Google's hitlist is the 'Two-Minute Rule.' If a task can be done in two minutes or less, do it right away. It's the equivalent of swatting away annoying flies before they turn into full-blown mosquitoes. Quick, easy, and you feel like a superhero with a fly-swatter. Bonus points if you make a 'whoosh' sound while doing it. Now, let's talk about the 'Pomodoro Technique.' Sounds fancy, right? It's Italian for 'tomato,' but fear not, you don't need to speak Italian to master this strategy. It involves breaking your work into focused intervals (usually 25 minutes) followed by a break. It's like the power naps of productivity – short, sweet, and you wake up ready to conquer the next task. Highlighting Key Takeaways Now, these strategies aren't just mind games; they're your trusty sidekicks in the battle against procrastination monsters. The key takeaway from 'Eat That Frog' is to face your fears head-on – like a knight facing a dragon, but with fewer scales. For the 'Two-Minute Rule,' the lesson is simple: Don't let tiny tasks gang up on you. Deal with them swiftly, like a ninja in a room full of passive-aggressive sticky notes. And for the 'Pomodoro Technique,' remember that breaks are your superhero cape. You're not lazy; you're recharging for the next mission. So, my task-wizards, grab your magic wands (or mouse) and let's cast these Google-approved spells on our to-do lists. May the productivity force be with you! 4. The Art of Saying No Ahoy, fellow navigators of the task seas! Let us unlock the ancient scrolls of 'The Art of Saying No.' No, it's not a lost chapter from a ninja manual, but it might just make you feel like a task management ninja. Emphasizing the Importance of Setting Boundaries - Because Even Batman Has a Bat-Signal Off Switch Setting boundaries is like creating a force field around your sanity. Imagine your energy is a superhero costume – you wouldn't wear it 24/7, right? Boundaries are like a superhero costume changing room, reminding you that it's okay to hang up the cape and chill in your civvies. In the world of tasks, saying no is your superpower. It's not about being the task-villain; it's about being the hero of your own story. Remember, even Superman took breaks from saving the world to binge-watch his favorite TV shows. Setting boundaries is like telling tasks, "Not today, my friend. I'm on a break." Tips on Gracefully Declining Tasks - Because We're Not Shooting Down UFOs Now, gracefully declining tasks isn't about summoning your inner James Bond with a martini in hand (unless that's your thing). It's about being honest and kind. Picture this: You're the Captain of the S.S. Task List, and you're steering through choppy waters. When a new task tries to jump aboard, a simple, "I appreciate the offer, but my ship's full," will do the trick. Remember, saying no isn't a rejection; it's a redirection. You're not closing doors; you're guiding tasks to the right entrance. Think of it as task Feng Shui – arranging your workload for maximum harmony. So, my task-time travelers, practice your superhero stance in the mirror and get ready to wield the mighty power of saying no. Your sanity will thank you, and your to-do list will learn to respect the force field of boundaries. 5. Mastering Time Blocking Let us dive into the mystical realm of time blocking – a technique so powerful, it's like having a TARDIS for your schedule. Buckle up, because we're about to make time our trusty sidekick. Detailed Explanation of the Time Blocking Technique - Because Time Isn't a Banana, It's a Puzzle Imagine your day as a jigsaw puzzle, and time blocking is the master plan to make all the pieces fit seamlessly. It's not about turning your day into a military operation; it's about becoming the choreographer of your own time ballet. Firstly, pick a chunk of time – let's call it a 'time slice.' Pretend you're slicing a piece of cake, but instead of indulging in frosting, you're indulging in productivity. Assign specific tasks to each slice. Voila! You've just created a schedule that's as organized as Marie Kondo's sock drawer. Tips for Implementing and Optimizing Time Blocking - Because We're All Artists of Our Own Schedule Implementing time blocking is like learning to ride a bike – wobbly at first, but soon you're cycling through your tasks like a Tour de France champion. - The Picasso Approach: Just as Picasso approached art, approach your day in blocks of focused work and brief rest. Your schedule is your canvas, and each block is a stroke of genius. - The Sherlock Technique: Channel your inner detective and analyze when you're at your peak Sherlock-ness. Schedule your most demanding tasks during your 'mind palace' moments. - The DJ Mix: Like creating the perfect playlist, mix up your tasks. Alternate between the high-energy beats of challenging work and the smooth vibes of more relaxed activities. Remember, time blocking is flexible, not a straitjacket. Life happens, emergencies pop up – it's the jazz improv of scheduling. Roll with it, and you'll be the Miles Davis of task management. So, my time-wizards, grab your scheduling wand and start blocking your way to a more organized and surprisingly entertaining day. Time waits for no one, but with time blocking, you'll be the one doing the waiting – for your tasks to bow down to your well-orchestrated schedule! 6. Eisenhower Matrix Demystified Next let us unravel the secrets of the Eisenhower Matrix – a strategy so tactical, even James Bond might want to take notes. Prepare for a journey into the matrix; it's not about dodging bullets, but tasks. In-depth Explanation of the Eisenhower Matrix - Because It's Not a Code, It's a Quest The Eisenhower Matrix, named after the master multitasker himself, Dwight D. Eisenhower, is like a quest to discover the Holy Grail of productivity. Picture a 2x2 grid – simple, right? Now, let's sprinkle some magic on it. Quadrant 1 (Do Now): These are your dragons, your urgent and important tasks. No time for a coffee break; grab your sword and face them head-on. This is your battlefield, and victory brings the sweet taste of accomplishment. Quadrant 2 (Schedule): Ah, the golden meadows of not urgent but important tasks. Plant your seeds here, water them regularly, and watch your productivity garden flourish. It's like tending to a plant, but with less dirt under your fingernails. Quadrant 3 (Delegate): The land of the semi-urgent but not important tasks. Don't be a lone hero; delegate these to your trusty sidekicks. Batman had Alfred, and so can you. Quadrant 4 (Delete): The graveyard of time-wasting zombies. These tasks neither bite nor contribute. Delete, erase, wipe them from your schedule like you're swiping left on a dating app. Practical Tips on Applying the Matrix Effectively - Because We're All Task Ninjas in Training - The Jedi Mind Trick: Use the force – or in this case, your intuition – to decide which quadrant a task belongs to. Trust your instincts, young padawan. - The Sherlock Shuffle: Prioritize like Sherlock solving a case. What needs your immediate detective attention, and what can wait for the next episode? - The Gandalf Move: If a task is too big, break it into Hobbit-sized pieces. Gandalf didn't tackle Sauron in one go, did he? Remember, the Eisenhower Matrix is your sword in the battle of tasks. Wield it wisely, and you'll emerge victorious, with a crown made of completed to-dos! 7. Mindfulness and Task Management Let us transform your daily tasks into a Zen garden of productivity. Get ready to breathe in, breathe out, and channel your inner task whisperer. Incorporating Mindfulness into Daily Tasks - Because Tasks Deserve Hugs Too Mindfulness isn't just for yoga mats and mountain retreats; it's for your to-do list too. Imagine each task as a tiny Zen monk, patiently waiting for your attention. Before diving in, take a moment to acknowledge the task's existence – a virtual pat on the back. It's like giving your tasks a group hug before the productivity party begins. Techniques for Staying Present and Focused - Because We're Not Jedis, But We Can Master the Mind Trick - The Breathing Breakdance: Take a breather before tackling a task. Inhale confidence, exhale doubt. Picture your stress doing the moonwalk out of your mind. - The Panda Stare: Ever seen a panda focus on munching bamboo? Channel your inner panda – stare at your task like it's the most delicious bamboo shoot in the forest. - The Mindful Mingle: Give your tasks the VIP treatment. Focus on one at a time, like you're at a task party. Don't let FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) sabotage your Zen vibes. - The Zen Reminder Bell: Set a gentle reminder – a Zen gong, a bird chirp, or even a quacking rubber duck. When it chimes, it's your cue to come back to the present moment, task in hand. Remember, being mindful isn't about turning your to-do list into a meditation retreat. It's about infusing each task with a sprinkle of awareness and a dash of attention. So, my mindful mates, let's turn our tasks into a Zen masterpiece – one breath, one task, one moment at a time. 8. Automation for Efficiency Let us dive into the futuristic world of task automation – because who needs a personal assistant when you can have a robot sidekick? Get ready to witness the magic of productivity without breaking a sweat. Overview of Task Automation Tools and Methods - Because Robots Are the New Productivity Gurus Meet your new best friends – task automation tools. They're like wizards, turning mundane tasks into rabbits out of hats. From Zapier to IFTTT, these tools are the secret sauce to making your to-do list disappear faster than a magician's coin. The Copy-Paste Wizards: Imagine copying information from one app to another is like casting a spell. Automation tools can do it with a flick of their digital wands, sparing you the tedious copy-paste dance. The Reminder Genies: Tired of setting reminders manually? Let automation tools be your magical reminder genies. They'll pop up exactly when needed, like a friend texting you the pizza delivery has arrived. The Social Media Sorcerers: Automate your social media posts like a social media sorcerer. Schedule your tweets, posts, and updates while you're sipping your favorite potion – I mean, coffee. How to Leverage Automation Without Losing Personal Touch - Because Robots Need a Bit of Heart Too Now, you might be thinking, "But won't automation make me seem like a robot?" Fear not, my human friend! Here's how to keep the personal touch intact: - The Customization Charm: Personalize your automated messages. Add a touch of your personality, like sprinkling glitter on a robot to make it sparkle. Your recipients will appreciate the effort. - The Check-In Hug: Use automation to check in on your tasks, but don't forget the human follow-up. It's like having a robot vacuum clean your house – it does the heavy lifting, but you're still the master of the domain. - The Emoji Enchantment: Emojis are the modern-day hieroglyphics. Use them liberally to inject some emotion into your automated messages. It's like giving your robot a smiley face – suddenly, it's friendlier. - The Surprise Spell: Occasionally break the automation routine with a personal touch. It's like throwing a surprise party for your tasks. Everyone loves a good surprise! So, my efficiency sorcerers, embrace the automation magic but keep the human touch alive. Your tasks won't even realize they're being handled by a digital wizard – they'll just marvel at how effortlessly you juggle it all. 9. Pomodoro Technique: Time Management with a Twist Let us unravel the mysteries of the Pomodoro Technique – the time management hack that's more tomato than time. Ready to turn your workday into a series of mini tomato fiestas? Let's dive into the saucy world of productivity! Understanding the Pomodoro Technique - Because Tomatoes Aren't Just for Salads The Pomodoro Technique isn't a fancy pasta dish; it's a time management method that makes your tasks as ripe as a juicy tomato. Here's the recipe: - Set a Timer (Pomodoro): Pick a task, set a timer for 25 minutes (a.k.a. one Pomodoro), and work on it until the timer rings. It's like a productivity cooking show, but with less drama and more focus. - Take a Short Break: Ding! Time's up. Take a short break – 5 minutes to be exact. Stretch, dance, or practice your dramatic Oscar acceptance speech. This break is your intermission. - Repeat and Add Marinara: After four Pomodoros, treat yourself to a longer break – around 15-30 minutes. It's like letting your tomato sauce simmer to perfection. The secret sauce here is the focused burst of work followed by a sprinkle of break time. It's like a pizza-making assembly line for your tasks, and you're the master chef. So, my tomato tamers, grab your kitchen timers and get ready to Pomodoro your way to task-taming greatness. Before you know it, your to-do list will be as organized as a well-stocked pantry. Click here to view detailed article on Pomodoro 10. Task Management for Teams Hey team superheroes! Let’s dive into the dynamic world of team task management – where tasks are like villains, and you, my friend, are the avenger. Grab your capes, because we're about to unleash some teamwork wizardry! Strategies for Managing Tasks in a Team Setting - Because Avengers Have a Plan In the team universe, coordination is the superpower that gets tasks done faster than the Flash on an espresso binge. Here are some strategies to lead your team to victory: - The Avengers Assembly: Gather your team for a quick huddle. Discuss tasks, priorities, and potential roadblocks. It's like planning a superhero mission, but with less spandex. - The Task Delegation Dance: Distribute tasks like superhero assignments. Consider each team member's strengths – after all, you wouldn't ask Hulk to finesse a delicate negotiation. - The Daily Stand-Up Shuffle: Hold brief daily stand-up meetings. Everyone shares their progress and challenges. It's like a team dance-off, but with updates instead of moonwalks. Collaboration Tools and Communication Tips - Because Even Batman Needs a Bat-Signal - The Slack Signal: Use collaboration tools like Slack for real-time communication. It's like sending out the Bat-Signal when you need your team to assemble pronto. - The Trello Tactic: Trello is your superhero HQ for task tracking. Visualize tasks, move them through stages, and feel the satisfaction of checking off completed missions. - The Zoom Zinger: Virtual meetings on Zoom? Make them engaging. Use superhero backgrounds, share screens like a tech wizard, and keep meetings shorter than Spider-Man's witty comebacks. - The Email Evasion: Dodge the endless email onslaught. Read the full article

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September Selfship Prompts Challenge

5. Eating together

Pairing: Adaman/Rachel during Legends: Arceus (spoiler alert for really far along in the timeline)

Survey work was hard work. Hard work that sure worked up quite the appetite. But, living in a time period when there wasn’t exactly an easily accessible plethora of restaurants to choose from, that meant you had to be responsible for feeding yourself. Even her meals at the Wallflower in Jubilife Village were not a guarantee. She needed to be inducted into the Galaxy Team’s Survey Corps to earn meals there, as she was an outsider.

Which, she found their animosity towards her rather ironic and rich once she found out that they were the outsiders to this land, whom the natives were allowing them to use out of kindness. Despite their diametrically opposed views and how at odds they were with each other, Rachel felt like she had more kindred spirits with them than with the Galaxy Team.

To put it simply, the Diamond and Pearl Clans of Hisui felt more like home than the home she had.

But, she was still an outsider to them. A friend, yes, but still an outsider. She was not one of them, so she had to stay in Jubilife Village. At least nowadays as she has proven herself, people were much friendlier to her and have shown genuine appreciation towards her efforts. Still effectively strangers at worst, and acquaintances at best, but better than being distrusted and seen as a potential threat or enemy.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel more at home among her Pokémon and the native people of Hisui. She felt like a child again, understanding Pokémon better than people and feeling like an outcast and an other.

And the only people who understood were the Diamond and Pearl Clans.

Setting up a quick camp for herself to cook something to eat for herself and her Pokémon, it wasn’t long before Stormfast, her Samurott, offered up a skewered Magikarp from the stream. Smiling, she took the offering and reached out to pet the large Water Pokémon. “Thanks, Stormfast.”

The large Pokémon nodded. “You’re not a hunter. This is my duty to you.” She replied stately.

“Did you feed yourself?” Rachel asked her. “I won’t have you going hungry for my sake.”

Stormfast nodded, choosing a nearby comfortable patch of grass to lay down in. “I’m full. You don’t have to worry.”

“Good.” Sighing, Rachel set the skillet she pulled out of her backpack onto the spit above the small campfire she made and summoned her other Pokémon to join her. Her Arcanine stood tall, Emberheart observing the campfire and sniffing at it before gently blowing a flame into it to light it. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Nodding, the Arcanine went to lay by Stormfast to relax while Rachel cooked the fish.

Helix, her Goomy, and Wallflower, her Petilil, sat patiently next to her. Nodding, she reached into her pouch to grab their favourite berries. “Now, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you two.” She said as she laid out an assortment for both of them according to their tastes.

A small serving of a few Aspear Berries and a couple Oran Berries, and a Sitrus Berry for Helix, which he was proceeding to (very slowly) gobble up, and the same for Wallflower except for Pecha Berries instead of Aspear Berries. “Thank you, Rachel.”

“Of course, honey. Eat up.” She said to the timid little Petilil, reaching to gently pat the three leaves on her head as she tepidly picked up the nearest Pecha Berry and peckishly nibbled at it.

Once they were eating their fill, Rachel grabbed some ingredients from her bag to begin the cooking process. As she was rummaging around, she felt a tug at her leg. Lo and behold, there was Cedric, the little Zorua from her time period that was looking at her with pleading blue eyes.

She sighed loudly at him. “Yes, you can have the eyes.”

“Much obliged!” He replied cheekily.

Grumbling, she pulled out her knife and grabbed the limp crimson fish Pokémon and grimaced. For some reason, Cedric really liked to eat the eyes and despite how disgusting she found it, she did it for him. He was her best friend, and she wanted nothing but the best for him.

Even if it made her gag to remove Magikarp’s eyes for the Zorua. Holding her knife, she admired it for a moment as it glinted sharply in the sunlight. It wouldn’t be a stretch to call it one of her most prized possessions she’d received here in Hisui.

It was a blade made from Black Augurite, the same stone that made Scyther evolve into Kleavor. Despite having already given her the Insect Plate, Lord Kleavor of the Pearl Clan apparently wanted his warden, Lian, to give the blade to her as an extra apology for injuring her during their fight while he was frenzied.

The blade came to her jagged, but Rachel was so enamoured by receiving such a gift from a Pokémon that she devoted so much of her time to sharpening it. She went nowhere without a good whetstone so she could maintain it. She looked for ways to use it, even taking up whittling and woodcarving as an idle hobby to practice using the knife.

It was also quite useful for cooking. And for disgustingly precise eyeball removals for disturbed Dark-types. “Alright, here you go you freak.” She grumbled, tossing the eyes to Cedric along with some Oran and Cherri Berries.

“Hey! Don’t knock it until you try it! It’s a great source of Omega 3!” Cedric replied with a smug grin.

“The whole fish is full of Omega 3, you furry little harbinger of mischief!” Rachel snapped comically, unable to not laugh when the little Pokémon started to snicker. She couldn’t find it in herself to fault him for being a little weirdo. She loved him, quirks and all, no matter what.

He was her best friend. No matter what. She’d fly to the moon and back for him and she knew he’d do the same.

Once she set aside the Magikarp’s head for Emberheart along with the same berries for the Arcanine, Rachel went back to rummaging around in her bag for ingredients to start cooking the fish. She more or less knew what she liked and how to season her meal, so it was a matter of routine at this point.

Hopo Berry juice in the pan, slicing up some Springy Mushrooms on the wooden cutting board she brought with her after cleaning her knife with a spare cloth, and then cutting the Sitrus, Persim, and Oran Berries individually and throwing them into the pan with the sliced mushrooms and Plump Beans.

Finally, she crushed a small Candy Truffle for a hint of sweetness, before she let everything simmer for a little bit, cleaning her knife and proceeding to de-scale and de-bone the Magikarp before cutting it open in half and throwing it onto the pan. The fragrant scent of everything coming together was a wondrous medley that she relished.

And the best part? She was on her own time. No deadlines, no expected time to be back, no pressure. Just she, herself, and her Pokémon all just enjoying themselves while her food cooked. Though, she was beginning to get pretty hungry. Hopefully the fish would be done, soon.

“Woah, hey! Check it out! Look who’s on his way.” Cedric teased, gesturing towards the distance of the Obsidian Fieldlands. They were camping out by the river at the edge of Horseshoe Plains to the east of the Fieldlands Camp. In the distance was the familiar shape of Wyrdeer, with a familiar sapphire silhouette on his back. “Looks like your favourite pretty boy is here to see you.”

Blushing a little bit at her Pokémon’s teasing, she nudged him. “Shush!”

But Cedric was right that the man was pretty. He was very pretty and she wasn’t shy about telling him as such when they first met. Not one of her proudest moments, but he took it in stride. She thought she was pretty smooth.

The silhouette drew closer and soon enough, she was met with the Diamond Clan leader himself, Adaman, sapphire haori and long cerulean hair with grey undertones and all. “Well well, if it isn’t Adaman, leader of the Diamond Clan come to grace me with his humble presence.”

Rolling his eyes, he dismounted from Wyrdeer and laughed at little at Rachel. “There’s being formal, and then there’s laying it on thick.”

“Relax, I’m just teasing.” She replied cheekily, eyeing the Magikarp on the skillet to make sure it was cooking properly. Once he dismissed Wyrdeer and sent the majestic Pokémon on his way, he gave Rachel a polite nod before prancing away. Soon enough, Adaman’s Pokémon quickly ran across the field to stand by Adaman’s side. His trusted Leafeon, Umbreon, and Vaporeon all greeted Rachel’s Pokémon with a friendly hello. “It’s good to see you, Adaman. What brings you to the fieldlands on this fine day?”

Smiling, Adaman approached her little campsite, nodding towards her Pokémon as a courtesy. “Wyrdeer told me you were in the fieldlands, so I figured I’d stop by and pay you a visit.”

Rachel couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “You wanted to pay me a visit? For no reason?” She asked coyly with a smirk. “You of all people must have better things to do than just drop in on little old me for no reason.”

Reaching up to run a hand through his hair, the man tilted his head up at her. “I seem to recall a certain someone saying that it doesn’t matter what you’re doing if you’re enjoying the time you’re spending, no matter how seemingly meaningless or frivolous it may be.” Adaman parroted what she told him exactly. “Time enjoyed is never wasted.”

It was flattering to hear that, in his own way, he enjoyed her company and valued the time spent with her. “Well, if you’re just here to join me for an outing, then would you care to share a meal with me? There should be enough in the pan for an even portion for both of us.”

He raised his eyebrows in interest at the prospect of eating her cooking. “I didn’t know you could cook.” He remarked before taking a seat across from her. “If you’ll have us, I’d love to share a meal with you.”

“Great! It should be done pretty quickly, here.” Rachel said, quickly checking on the cooking Magikarp and flipping it over so that it would cook and sear on the other side of it. “Almost done.”

He was surprised to find that she was eating meat. With her connection to Pokémon being as strong as it was, he would’ve figured she was a strict vegetarian. He was surprised, but not bothered. More curious, than anything. “I’m surprised you’re eating a Pokémon.” Adaman commented. “How you feel about that, considering you can understand them like we can?”

Rachel shrugged. It was a fair question, but she herself wasn’t really bothered by it either. “Pokémon understand each other just as well, and they have no qualms about eating and hunting each other.” She pointed out casually. “They don’t really concern themselves with it, so why should I? Fish gotta swim, birds gotta eat. Life goes on, the planet continues to spin – it’s the circle of life.”

That was a fair point, he supposed. He never really thought much about that when he thought about Pokémon, but she was right. They did hunt and eat each other and they understood each other like people did. It was just not something that Pokémon really thought much about. “Did you hunt it?”

“No, I don’t have the heart to actually do the hunting. I just can’t do it, being able to hear them. Call me selfish or a coward, but I just can’t bring myself to.” Rachel admitted easily, gesturing to her Samurott. “Stormfast did the fishing for me after having herself a meal. She never wants to let me go hungry.”

Adaman smiled, looking over at the large Water Pokémon enjoying herself a proper nap after such hard work. “You’re very fortunate to have such a strong bond with your Pokémon that they’re willing to help you that way.”

“It’s a two way street.” Rachel replied, reaching over to gently stroke the Samurott along her black-and-red shell helmet. She lowly grumbled affectionately in her sleep at the contact. “They protect me, I keep them safe and nurse their wounds. And we provide each other companionship. It’s always been that way, for me. Even before I arrived here in Hisui.”

Leaning over to check the skillet, Rachel flipped the beans, mushrooms, berries, and the Magikarp meat over before deciding it was cooked through. “Alright, it’s ready. Let me just set the skillet aside and portion it for us.”

Before Rachel could even reach for it, Emberheart, with careful and dainty movements, gripped the handle in her mouth and placed the pan onto a patch in the ground absent of grass.

Smiling affectionately at the Arcanine, Rachel reached over to pet her and hugged her massive head. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She said and kissed the Pokémon’s forehead. “You know how much I appreciate your help.”

Giving her wielder a small doggish kiss on her cheek, she walked back to slumber next to Stormfast, her massive chest falling and rising rhythmically. Wiping her cheek, Rachel grabbed a couple of Caster Ferns to serve as dishes and a set of chopsticks and handed Adaman his portion, first. “I hope that’s enough for you.”

Smiling at her, he carefully took the food and set it down in his lap, petting his Leafeon as he napped. He was completely relaxed in Rachel’s presence, trusting her to be kind to his lifelong partner. Vaporeon was curious about the cooked fish while Umbreon simply stood watch.

Shaking his head, Adaman grabbed the chopsticks offered to him and gave a small piece to Vaporeon, which he tepidly tasted and then quickly wolfed down. Umbreon’s ears twitched curiously, but nevertheless she remained vigilant.

Curious about the food, the Diamond Clan leader grabbed some of the fish meat – which separated very easily – and then tried to get some of the mushroom and berry pieces. There was a nice assortment of flavours and fragrances on the fern in his lap and he was eager to try it.

Watching him intently, Rachel analyzed his expression as he took a bite of her meal. For a moment, she was concerned that he wouldn’t like it before his eyes widened and he eagerly took another bite. “Wow! You must really enjoy cooking if a meal in the wilderness from you tastes this good.” He complimented, Vaporeon agreeing from beside him. “The flavours complement each other perfectly, it’s tangy, and the mushrooms add something savory along with a nice chewy texture.”

Rachel couldn’t help but laugh. She was happy he was enjoying his meal, but she knew that if she were cooking in her own time, she wouldn’t enjoy the process nearly as much. “Would you believe me if I told you I don’t, actually?”

He quirked a thick eyebrow at her as deep in colour as his sapphire hair, Adaman’s dark eyes sparkling with curiosity. How could someone who didn’t enjoy cooking make a meal this tasty just on a whim? “Why not?” He asked.

Rachel shrugged as she leaned back, slowly working on her meal so as to not fill up too quickly and give herself a stomach ache. “Well, it’s less so here in this time period – at least, it feels like it to me – but in my time period, cooking is a lot more of a chore for me than an enjoyable activity.”

If her opinion on laundry was anything to go by, this woman seemed allergic to chores. But, he noted, not out of laziness. As far as he was concerned, there was no one who was more of a hard worker than Rachel. She put her all into everything she did for the Diamond and Pearl Clans, as well as the Survey Corps back in Jubilife Village. She was relentless when it came to her research she did for the Pokédex, going to great lengths and taking great risks to accomplish her goals.

The fact that her nemesis was chores was not a sign of laziness. It seemed to be more of an anxiety-inducing stressor rather than just something she couldn’t be bothered to do. “Chores seem to give you a lot of trouble in general.” Adaman commented, wanting to better understand where her underlying anxieties came from. “Why is that?”

Looking at Adaman, his tone gave away nothing but genuine sincerity. If anyone else asked her that, she’d worry that they were judging her. But Adaman was someone who had full faith in her, even from the start. Even when Irida had her doubts about Rachel, Adaman had always believed in her potential.

It was no longer potential, it was skill and strength that she had since demonstrated tens of times over at this point. “The short answer is that they’re time-consuming and incredibly tedious.” Rachel replied, putting a hand on Cedric’s back for moral support. Wallflower and Helix were still slowly working away at their berries while she talked. “The long answer is that chores feel like they’re eating away at the time I have in the day that I could be spending on doing things that are more pressing or more important. It just feels like a massive waste of time, but it’s something I need to do, so it’s just something that’s always looming over me in the back of my head, and the stress just makes me put it off even longer.

“Plus, a lot of our inconveniences have been solved by engineering and machinery that’s powered by electricity, now.” Rachel mentioned, gesturing to her Survey Corps uniform. “In my time period, we had washing machines that you could throw your clothes and some soap into and it would wash your clothes for you. So, that long and tedious chore was made convenient.” The woman looked down at her fern full of food sheepishly. “And…because of that, I didn’t actually know how to hand wash my clothes. So, that just wasn’t a skill I had before coming here, and I was really self-conscious about it. Adjusting to not having that convenience that made my everyday life so much easier was…incredibly difficult.”

A machine that washed your clothes for you? No wonder she looked so miserable when he first asked her if she knew how to hand wash clothes. Suddenly her aversion made sense. He was glad he showed her how to, he’d hate to think of her constantly struggling with this and not knowing how to deal with it. But he could imagine that even knowing how to do it by hand didn’t make the ordeal any easier if she was used to the convenience of such machinery.

Such a strange world she lived in before. Full of ways people have made life convenient, and thus allowed people to have more time during the day to dedicate to their pursuits, but at the loss of seemingly vital skills that make their absence very apparent without those conveniences.

That’s the trade-off for convenience, he supposed. “I can understand how that can be mentally taxing on you.” He sympathized, continuing to enjoy his meal while he sat and talked with her. “Usually, I do my chores at the start of the day when I wake up at the crack of dawn. That way, they’re done and out of the way and I have the rest of the day to spend my time appropriately.”

Rachel scoffed at him. Ever the early bird, though she could not understand why or how anyone would voluntarily wake up so early when they could just sleep in and enjoy the warmth of a morning snooze. “Unfortunately, I’ve been cursed with a delayed circadian rhythm.” She pointed out, taking another bite of food, making sure she would still have some berries and other ingredients by the time she was done with the Magikarp meat. “I wake up later in the day and sleep later in the day. My brain just does not function properly early in the morning and it works best when the sun goes down at night.”

Ah. A night owl. Somehow that made a lot of sense for Rachel. He’d heard many a tale of her nighttime excursions from Wyrdeer. “And by the time the sun goes down, you’re already tired from a day’s work.”

“Exactly.” Rachel replied, groaning. “It’s a fucking nightmare, I’ll tell you that.”

“I can imagine.” Adaman gently sympathized. She may do things differently than him, but she held time in just as high a regard as he did. She valued it just as much as he did, even though she spent it differently. Something that deeply intrigued him. “I can see how that would make washing your clothes difficult to do on a regular basis. But how does it affect cooking, then? It’s not really something that’s affected by the time of day or how much time in a day you have.”

“No, not exactly. But it’s still a tedious time-consuming task that has its own unique pitfalls for me.” Rachel pointed out, gesturing to the skillet. “The thing is, I’m driven by instinct. I don’t eat unless I’m hungry and I don’t sleep unless I feel tired. If my body isn’t actively telling me something, it’s just not in my mind at all.

“The thing about my time period is that I was always on the go, going from place to place, town to town, never staying in one spot for long. So, mentally I had to factor in meals, usually going out to eat. Again, another convenience that my time period has made easily accessible.” Rachel continued. “Now, I actually know how to cook, but planning meals and then actually doing the prep? Major source of anxiety like you wouldn’t believe. I eat when I feel like it, so I never know what to plan, thus I never know what to get, and thus never know what to make until right then. I hate cooking for myself because I’m always cooking like I’m running against the clock. I always have somewhere I need to be, plans I need to be ready for or done by, and it just makes everything stressful.

“But out here? I don’t have that problem.” Rachel said, leaning back with a smile, gesturing to the open fieldlands around them. “I’m running on my own schedule, my time belongs to nobody but myself. I’m not expected to leave at a certain time, not expected to be back at a certain time. I can be out here for as long as I want provided that I’m working. I’m my own boss, which completely takes the stress away from planning meals. I can eat whatever I want on the fly as on-the-spot as I want it to be, so I can actually enjoy the process of cooking instead of stressing over needing to be finished at a certain time.

“And by the time I get back, I know I have a meal waiting for me at the Wallflower. So, that’s a security I know I have.” As she leaned back, Adaman was beginning to understand Rachel a whole lot better. There was something to this that was becoming a lot clearer to him that gave him an insight into who she was as a person.

Something that was quickly fitting together with all of the puzzle pieces that were Rachel herself. “You have a lot going on in your mind, don’t you?” He remarked, halfway through his meal at this point. “You have a million different things you’re always taking into account, and chores pile onto that and make everything seem a lot bigger than they actually are.”

She nodded, agreeing with his assessment. “You’re not wrong, but the weird thing is…it’s not like this if I’m cooking for other people.”

That caught Adaman’s attention. “Is that right? How so?”

“If I’m making food for someone else, I already know what they want – they tell me. I have explicitly given instructions with a clear goal. Given that, I know how much time I need to make them food.” Rachel explained, gesturing with her hands, chopsticks fastened in her fingers. “Same thing goes for when I make food for a special occasion. I’m not worried about feeding myself, nor is it something being made because it needs to be. It’s for fun! I can actually take as much time as I want to properly enjoy it because I’m not worried about not going hungry.

“But if I’m just trying to feed myself, I’m riddled with the anxiety and stress of deciding what I want to eat, getting the materials to make what I want to eat, making what I want to eat, and then trying to fit that into my already existing schedule.”

Just as he thought, the pieces come together. “You want to have control over your time, and it feels like chores take both your time and control away from you.” Adaman concluded, eating his last bite of food. “If it’s something that has to be done for your own sake within a certain schedule, you start to get stressed and anxious because you feel like you’re wasting your time and you don’t have control over it. But if you’re doing them for someone else, on your own time, or for the sake of enjoyment rather than necessity, you have control over your time, which means you’re not as stressed.”

She blinked at him, dumbfounded once more at how quickly he was able to get right to the root problem. Somehow, Adaman continued to find new ways to get straight to the point, and it left Rachel impressed every time. “Y-yeah…that’s exactly it.”

He smiled, always happy to understand her a bit better. The better he understood her, the better he could help her in the future. “I think I get it.”

Observing the empty Caster Fern on his lap, Rachel started to become conscious of the serving size and glanced over at Stormfast, who was idly observing the two humans on opposite sides of the campfire. The sun had since moved across the sky, the day beginning to dip towards the evening. “Are you sure that was enough food?” Rachel asked, concerned. “I can get Stormfast to catch another Magikarp and make another portion. Maybe even send some food with you so you can have something to eat later!”

Blinking at her for a moment, Adaman’s lips involuntarily curled into a smile that creased his cheeks and he started to laugh. Immediately after he had correctly discovered the roots of her anxieties, she immediately proves him right in the sweetest and kindest way possible.

It didn’t take long for Rachel to realize why he was laughing and couldn’t help herself, very quickly realizing the irony of it. Adaman was even more right than she initially thought. “You don’t have to, I’ll be okay for later.” Adaman declined politely, handing the fern and chopsticks back towards her. “But thank you, I appreciate it.”

Smiling, Rachel took the ferns and gathered up the Magikarp bones in them and walked towards the river. Gently, she let the river swallow the bones and bowed her head, muttering under her breath. Adaman caught a few words of thanks and he smiled. Maybe some of Hisui’s people’s traditions had passed down through the ages to her, somehow. There was a comfort in seeing echoes from his time period in her.

He sighed affectionately. Ever since he tried Beni’s famous potato mochi, he was curious to learn how to cook from the old man. But now, Adaman wondered if he should learn just to cook for Rachel to make her day a bit easier.

Any time spent with her was time well spent, and if he could help her have more time to do the things she wanted without worry, that was a worthwhile trade-off in his eyes.

#SafeshipSeptember #୨⎯ A Message On The Wind ⎯୧ #୨⎯ Then It Has Done You No Good At All ⎯୧ #୨⎯ Pokémon Trainer Rachel ⎯୧ #୨⎯ Leader of the Diamond Clan ⎯୧ #୨⎯ Tricky as a Fox ⎯୧

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pyrosomatic-metamorphosis · 2 years ago

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I posted 16,890 times in 2022

That's 11,593 more posts than 2021!

324 posts created (2%)

16,566 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 4,879 of my posts in 2022

#queued up to queue - 2,379 posts

#double life smp - 256 posts

#reblog - 212 posts

#double life spoilers - 173 posts

#liveblogging - 35 posts

#trafficblr - 32 posts

#mishapen sketches - 30 posts

#hermitcraft spoilers - 28 posts

#fic - 27 posts

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#most web content is based on the ‘algorithm’ nowadays but most forum and archiving sites work by showing what is most recent in the topic

My Top Posts in 2022:

fancy lad

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the shrekification of grian

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"You're like the sun- vicious and burning" - ZombieCleo

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Is anyone else feeling so normal about desert duo being the last green lives because im. normal. so normal. Theyre the only pair thats sustained each other theyre not just the last greens theyre the only pair only duo where one has not killed the other. this game is designed so that one partner Always kills another but not them. Only them. grian keeps killing scar but not this fucking time and scar isnt careful but he’s still staying alive anyway despite being Known for his deaths and. Theyre the last greens. Theyre the only ones that have kept each other alive. im so normal.

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My #1 post of 2022

*lays down* im thinking about minecraft again and the empty spaces you create. the flat lands. the grand halls. the picture perfect buildings and towns that no one lives in. have you ever entered a multiplayer world and found an empty town? it's like. people were there. there were players there, once, and maybe there will be players there again, but there aren't any now. now there are only empty buildings and straight-lined roads where forest used to be.

have you ever made a building that's just too Large? four chunks, one empty room. Or maybe found a megabase from the ground. you are so small, and the world you've and your players have made is so big.

i've seen so many people talk about how empty and lonely single player worlds are, but my favourite world is a single player one. i live in a valley and I've killed the dragon, and i live in a cave. it's messy and its homey and nothing fits together. i go to large multiplayer worlds with giant towns for hubs and its perfect. no one lives in any of the houses, no one explores them. we are all journeymen, never locals. "life" is a prop we hold up against the void so we don't keep staring into its depths.

or what about the big churches? the monuments? the gorgeous, sprawling builds that take hours and hours and are stunning and are so empty. when they're finished the builder moves on to the next project and the building stays. do you understand? the buildings are always lit up so nothing will spawn but nothing will spawn anyway because there's no one there. there are skyscrapers with a few chests and a crafting table inside. the purpose of the building is to be built and once its purpose is fulfilled it doesn't just go away. the buildings haunt their own halls, perfectly pretty and lovingly made and eventually forgotten.

i dont know. ive played this game for a decade. i've beat the ender dragon twice. i start a world and i restart them and i restart them and i restart them. there are posts going around that say that the world itself is not for you, but sometimes the things you build aren't for you, either

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farfartothewestofeverywhere · 2 years ago

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i want a Karis Nemik poster to put on my wall with quotes from episode 5.

#no like i really really do #star wars #andor #andor spoilers #andor 1x05 #karis nemik #andor show #andor series #space karl marx #the pace of repression outstrips our ability to understand it #it's easier to hide behind 40 atrocities than a single incident #we've grown reliant on Imperial tech and we've made ourselves vulnerable #there's a growing list of things we've known and forgotten things they've pushed us to forget #our elemental rights are such a simple thing to hold they will have to shake the galaxy hard to loosen our grip #so much going wrong so much to say all of it happening so quickly

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radiowallet · 3 years ago

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A Wake

Summary: But where is home for Din Djarin?

WC: 613

Pairings: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Warnings/Notes: Spoilers for episode 5 of TBOBF. I don't know what this is. Just a lot of feelings and emotions about what home means to Din. Watched the new episode, been listening to My Tears Ricochet a lot lately. Got trapped in sad girl hours.

Where do we go, Din?

Home.

But where is home?

A beat.

A sigh.

I don’t know.

I love you.

No hesitation.

I love you too.

For a single moment you had held your breath and let it go, a realization, hot and foreign and filled to the top with guilt, that you didn’t expect him to say it back. That you had looked at your Mandalorian, your hero, your Din, and assumed the worst would happen with all that he’s lost. That he would retreat within the corners of his heart and turn away from the fragile thing you had built together. You had set your trust aside for one heartbeat and gathered yourself in preparation of death and heartache.

Throwing stones; losing diamonds.

You look down at your hands, joined together, fingers cinched tight, leather and skin twisted with an elegance you could never hope to repeat. You look down and you smile. It’s a forlorn turn of your cheek, no true joy behind it. Things are broken, so broken, made all the more apparent as the two of you limp gracelessly away from battle, your tiny clan down to two.

But-

You are free.

Your Mandalorian is not.

You find his covert. His family. It almost feels like home. Almost, but not quite. It’s a ghostly scene, a wake of turmoil and broken vows, tense and awkward from where you hover just out of site. They don’t trust you; you won’t ask them too.

Din doesn’t feel it, not yet.

He trains, black crackling and dark fire swirling around him- the weapon of lore, of might bending to his will. They watch him with bated breath. Their worst fear, their saving grace, their promise. He is the flame, burning ash behind him, lightening and dust left in his wake. Black eyes hold steady on his towering frame and Din holds his tongue, bites hard at his pride and moves forward. Always forward. Each regret, every hurt, ricochets away. Out of sight. Out of mind. He doesn’t miss.

Until he does.

He misses desperately. His family. His heart. His son.

Gone but not lost.

Din doesn’t understand, not yet.

At night while he sleeps, feigns it, you send soft silent pleas out into the galaxy. You wish for peace, you wish for bravery, for the stolen lullabies of his people. You think of time past, a baby’s smile, songs lilted across an old ship, the grip of a hand, a promise of a future. Of home. You scream it loudly in the darkness of your mind, staring at the sky, lips open and throat empty.

Din doesn’t hear it, not yet.

The truth finds its way. You knew it would: honor and love and hurt pushing him down and pulling him up all the same. The words break the surface, leaving him in a shuddered gasp- betrayal, outcast, broken. He is no king, they whisper. He is no hero. They bury him, deep, and leave him to sink beneath the vast waves, bleak and forgotten.

You cup his cheek, beskar cold beneath your warm fingers, a jewel he wears, they wear just the same. Little pieces collected, gathered for those that are gone. Not lost. You lean in, grasping for him, clinging, helpless and afraid, and he matches your movement in kind. You speak softly, repeating that same call, that very wish refusing to die on your tongue, urging him to understand. There is nothing lost to this broken creed, this shattered promise. Not now. Not yet. Things can always be pieced back together. You believe this.

You have to believe this.

But where is home?

Together.

Din doesn’t see it, not yet.

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kirbylorerepo · 3 years ago

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The Ancients And What We Know About Them

Please note, this post contains spoilers for Forgotten Land, Return To Dream Land, Star Allies, Robobot and Super Kirby Clash!

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The Ancients in Kirby were a highly technologically advanced group of people first mentioned in Return To Dreamland by Magalor. From Magalor's lines in this game, we learn that they created many artifacts throughout the series. This includes:

•The Lor Starcutter, Magalor's stolen ship that can travel dimensions seemingly effortlessly.

•The Master Crown which is an incredibly powerful crown and subject of Magalor's schemes. It is guarded by the dragon Landia and apparently contains infinite power, though it warps the mind of the wearer as shown on Magalor and Parallel Landia.

•The Clockwork Stars, which includes Galactic Nova from Super Star, who is the impetus for Marx's plot in Milky Way Wishes and the considerably more advanced, though incomplete Star Dream from Planet Robobot, source of the Haltmann Works Company's strength. These can grant any wish and, despite being sentient, are functionally computers and don't hold much free will.

•And the Star Rod, which powers the Fountain Of Dreams in Kirby's Adventure.

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So, as you can see, these guys have had a huge impact on the series, even just from the objects they've left behind, so let's go deeper into what exactly they are.

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The Ancients lived on a planet called Halcandra, which is where Magalor is also from. Halcandra is not part of the same dimension as Planet Popstar, instead sitting in a different one that is rather appropriately named Another Dimension, which is also the home of the Sphere Doomers. I plan to make a more indepth post about Another Dimension sometime, but for now I'll leave it at that.

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There are two characters who are incredibly likely to be members of the Ancients, or at least heavily associated Halcandrans. These members are Hyness and Galacta Knight.

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Hyness was initially a kindhearted man who saved the world from a "repulsive nightmare of a galactic crisis" and brought Halcandra great prosperity, but was driven mad and eventually created a cult dedicated to Void. What exactly the crisis is seems to be unclear. The most common assumption seems to be that it's referring to Void Termina, but that seems unlikely considering his pause text from The Ultimate Choice states that he did not understand fully how to revive Void Termina and seems to treat the four heroes seperate to him. It could possibly be Nightmare, since the ancients created the Star Rod and the threat is described as a '''nightmare'". Whatever it is, after Hyness vanquished it, he was flung into the far reaches of the universe and left behind out of fear of his power. There is one small problem with Hyness being an Ancient, though. The Ancients are obviously renowned for their great technlogical strength, but Hyness is quoted as saying "Only through our magic were we able to overcome their science and achieve great prosperity!". So, was Hyness actually an Ancient and they simply had a division over magic vs science, or is he part of a seperate group? Personally, I believe Hyness is not an Ancient, but was exploited by them. More on their habit of doing that later.

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On the other hand, there's Galacta Knight. He is, almost indisputably, one of the four heroes that vanquished Void. There is a great many things to back this up, between him wielding the heart needles that seal the Jamba Heart in his boss fight as the Dark Aeon Hero in Super Kirby Clash, him being sealed away for his power much like Hyness, his status as the strongest warrior in the galaxy, his battle taking place in an area similar to Halcandra and much more. Assuming Hyness is in fact one of these four heroes, Galacta Knight shares a lot of similarities with him. Both were banished and had their names scrubbed from history, both are Halcandran, they share a gold and white colour scheme and the portal that summons him in Star Allies was one created by Hyness. They never meet, unfortunately, so the nature of their relationship remains unclear. Something also interesting is that the core of Star Dream and the rubble of Galactic Nova's power after its destruction are a very similar shape and colour to the Jamba Heart that seals away Void Termina. Hearts seem to be a reoccuring visual theme in the Ancient's tech.

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The Ancients seem to have a nasty habit of abandoning people. Alongside Hyness and Galacta's banishing, they are potentially the race mentioned in Forgotten Land as the group that captured Fecto Elfilis and used it to create all of the technology they are known for, particularly the spacial travelling technology like the Starcutter. After learning this, they left the planet, leaving the fractured Fecto Forgo and Elfilin behind along with the Beast Pack. This may imply that Halcandra is not actually their original home, with the Forgotten Lands being their origin. It is possible that soon after this is when Hyness and Galacta Knight were banished, with the Clockwork Stars and Lor Starcutter showing powers that were just as incredible, but without Hyness' madness or Galacta Knight's terrifying, planet destroying strength. Dick move!

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Now, we mostly know what they've done, but what are their motives? Well, it seems unclear, but after careful analysis, I've decided it is likely to be paradise. They seem to have a strange obsession with reaching a paradise of sorts. The word "Lor" in the Jamba language means paradise, making the Lor Starcutter's full name the "Paradise Starcutter". To match with this, Hyness seems to be under the impression the Ancients that left him are living "somewhere pretty and peaceful", which seems like an odd distinction to make otherwise. The reason this stuck out to me is the Jamba word for hope. "Mapop". This might very well just be a coincidence, but I think this is the origin of Popstar's name, similar to how many real world places are named after lofty idealistic places, especially since it is a miraculously hopeful place.

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As the blog description says, this is by no means entirely comprehensive, especially since the Ancients are such a vague and mysterious presence in the series, so I encourage looking into this yourself if you wish to form theories. This is also my first post to this blog, so if you feel there are any writing or formatting problems that I could amend, don't hesitate to let me know! You may also submit questions for me to answer to the best of my ability using the askbox. Thanks for reading!

#kirby #kirby and the forgotten land #katfl #katfl spoilers #kirby and the forgotten land spoilers #kirby star allies #star allies #hyness #galacta knight #planet robobot #kirby theory #the ancients #magalor #halcandra #fecto forgo

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frunbuns · 2 years ago

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I read Resistance Reborn recently so here's some quotes I saved from it

(Spoilers, duh)

The citizens of Coronet City watched the TIE explode into nothingness. Some curious, most apathetic. And then they continued on home to waiting families and household pets, or to the cantina to meet with friends, or to a thousand other places under the setting sun. The exploding TIE tighter didn't even make the evening newsfeeds, and by the next morning, it was all but forgotten.

She wondered how much she was supposed to suffer in a single lifetime, how much exactly one person could take.

It was the nature of war, to put its children through hell, to murder their parents.

"Say it again, Zay. I'm having trouble hearing you. You're breaking up."

"Oh." And then louder and slower. "SHRIV AND I... HAVE GOTTEN... SOME PROMISING LEADS...?"

Leia smiled good-naturedly at the girl's exaggerated overcorrection. "I can hear you fine now. Speak normally."

"Poe, can you do something for me?"

"Anything, General."

The heaviness that Poe had been carrying lifted a bit. They weren't saying what he did was okay, but they weren't going to abandon him either. "I'll work to make it better," he said, quietly, head down, shame heavy on his shoulders. "I swear it."

And then there were arms around him and faces too close and steady words of encouragement. Poe soaked it all in like a dying man given an impossible reprieve.

"She's a great! But she's also nuts."

"All the best pilots are," Suralinda murmured, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"[...] Not that these people aren't responsible for their crimes, but they might have something to offer the Resistance, and something the Resistance can offer in turn." Even as he said it the words struck close to home. Was he talking about former Imperials, or was he talking about himself?

"Be the light, Poe."

"[...] I always did like your hair a little long."

"Now you tell me," he said. "Right before I join up again."

"The Resistance will let you keep your hair. Have you seen Poe Dameron?"

"He does have nice hair," Wedge agreed.

"Maybe my expectations were too high," Poe admitted. Or maybe the problem was the messenger more than the message. Maybe Maz didn't trust him, didn't respect him. These days, he barely trusted himself.

[...] But now the doubts were closing in again, making him question how he was going to overcome the mistakes above D'Qar and the mess he made on the Raddus. Black Squadron had at least understood, and Leia seemed to understand, even if he still suspected she was disappointed in him.

[...] It was a shame he would have to live with for the rest of his life, and the only thing he could think to do to make up for it was to give his all, everything he had—body and blood and soul—to rebuilding the Resistance.

Poe hadn't known Paige Tico well, but her sacrifice was etched into his memory. He was responsible for her death too. [...] But at the expense of Paige's life, among others. So many others. Blood on his hands, and he wouldn't forget it.

"You're absolutely right. I disobeyed a direct order, I got people killed, I undermined my commander, and led a mutiny. And if you don't think that eats me up, that it haunts me every day, every minute, then you don't know a damn thing."

"[...] you could lock me up, throw me into space, [...] trust me, if I thought my death would bring them down, I'd sacrifice myself in a heartbeat."

"We've all made choices," Poe said. "Choices that caused harm, led to destruction, even at times death. We are all responsible for our deeds. The great and the terrible. But if we define ourselves only by what we've done, only by our failures, then this Resistance, this spark? It dies here and now."

He waited a moment, but no one interrupted. Keep going, he told himself.

"We're all here because we have a chance to change things. A chance to change the galaxy. A chance to change ourselves. But we have to make that commitment. That choice. A choice..." Poe hesitated. It sounded good when he'd started, but now he was fumbling. He looked around as if trying to summon the words from the air around him.

"A choice to be better." A voice pierced the silence, and the girl Zay stepped forward. She was young, easily the youngest among them, but her voice was clear and strong and her eyes shone with conviction.

Poe pressed a fist over his heart, grateful. There it was.

"A choice to be better," he repeated.

"For the record, your parents would be proud, space baby or not."

"Hmmm," she said, sounding inconvenienced.

"Especially your mom, especially Iden."

Poe quickened his pace, scared that failure even now dogged his steps. But we wouldn't let Leia down again. He would not fail. He would get this right, even if it killed him.

But when Hanhee went down, a piece if Leia's heart went with the Twi'lek warrior.

Snap nodded. "I'm just glad you're okay, dad."

Something in Wedge's chest swelled. His heart, he guessed. Dad.

"I'm great, son. Just great." And he meant it.

#star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars books #star wars sequals #leia organa #poe dameron #zay versio #shriv suurgav #wedge antilles #snap wexley #suralinda javos #maz kanata #iden versio #sw books #books #mine

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vidalinav · 4 years ago

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Because You’re an Asshole (One-shot)

Contains ACOSF Spoilers.

Look, Cassian needs to drink some respect Nesta Archeron juice (as they all do). I hope to god he gains some perspective in this book, and he doesn’t continue this stupidity of reducing Nesta to butchery status. (Raises glass) Here’s hoping this lug nut starts making an effort. But this fic is purely self-indulgent because well... I’m the fic writer. So I can do what I want.

Summary: Nesta rejects Cassian in front of the Inner Circle (Takes place in my head a couple of months after first 6 chapters)

Nesta wouldn’t say she had changed much, but to her sister and their group of friends she’d say she might as well have been a different person. For they pretended not to stare as she arrived with Cassian in tow. Some extraterrestrial creature in the middle of a restaurant.

She greeted the owner, Sevenda, lifting her lips into a polite smile and nodding when she caught Nesta’s gaze.

“Hello, sweet girl,” The female gushed, “I didn’t think you were helping out today... please don’t tell me one of the others conned you into taking their shift.”

Nesta shook her head shyly as Cassian told the female they were meeting the rest of them for a late dinner. Sevenda kissed him on the cheek, and Nesta wondered how one person could show so much affection when she could barely muster a proper laugh.

Truthfully, the only reason she made it to this dinner at all was because Bryaxis had asked her to. He’d been in the middle of telling her how the stars moved on an axis, and how the shadows were often wandering souls. He had so many stories to tell in that dark place in the library, but he’d wanted stories too. He was persistent, pushy…persuasive and Nesta could not let down her new friend when all he wanted to do was know about the outside world.

Nesta knew enough about being ostracized. She felt for the monster for she was a monster too. Cast away to the darkened ends of the library.

But, Nesta wanted this night to be over. She’d promised Bryaxis ten minutes and ten minutes only. She could survive that long on fake grins.

She tried not to sigh audibly as Sevenda showed them to the table, where the others already sat. Laughing loudly... then quieting to silence as they neared.

Nesta should have felt offended. But she couldn’t find it in herself to care too much.

The night would be over soon enough anyways.

True, Amren had visited her in the library just last week and they’d been cordial. She saw Mor on a regular basis to winnow to Windhaven, and Azriel was always there. It seemed odd to her now that they stared as if she were someone new. Someone they didn’t know at all.

Perhaps, though, it was because she’d agreed to come in the first place and when she did, she’d allowed Cassian to accompany her there. Though she suspected the offer was more because they were all still wary of her change, her calmness.

Nesta wouldn’t have called it that herself.

She hadn’t stopped being angry, she’d been born angry. Raged and kicked her way to this world.

Nesta just merely stopped... fighting back.

There was a peace in that, she supposed. Even if the thought sometimes made her want to hurt something and then herself for letting it happen.

Most of the time she was just detached enough to smile when someone called her name and when they left she’d go back to staring off into space, the dust like hidden galaxies floating through the filtered sunlight. It was what Nesta liked about the library in truth. That most didn’t bother her when she’d looked out the array of windows, up on those tall ladders, ready to see Velaris in a tiny frame.

In this way, the world was a lot smaller than she’d realized.

Less frightening.

And because the world was less frightening, the people in it, too, were less mean. She’d wandered after her workday, tired, but with a furious curiosity for more, like a hunger she couldn’t satisfy, and she’d ended up here. At Sevenda’s--the female greeting her and offering her a meal, even when Nesta told her she didn’t have the money to pay.

On the house then, the female said.

It was the best meal she’d ever had and Nesta had come back every time she could. Helping with the books, with inventory, while the owner patted her on the shoulder, her cheek, and brought her something new to try. Like a doting grandmother.

It felt odd, she thought seeing the rest in a large booth to the wall. This place, too, did not belong to her...

“No need to order,” the female proclaimed, “I know what you all like.”

Nesta waited for Cassian to scooch into the booth before she sat on the outskirts. Easy access to the door. Easy to leave.

But the others didn’t bother her much. Distantly, as if Nesta was not in the room, she could hear their voices begin again. To each other of course. Never to her. Though she’d accepted it long ago that she would never be what they wanted. They would never be what she needed.

Cassian laughed. The sound hurting her ears. He never laughed like that with her. Nesta supposed she wasn’t that funny… and she wasn’t really his friend.

Instead, Nesta looked to the restaurant. Alive in all it’s glory. Loud and bright. She looked to the waitstaff. Most of them she’d met already, worked with some of them, and they smiled or waved when they saw her. Nesta lifted her hand to greet them, too.

One of the girls, Amina, brought out waters for the table.

Amina grinned when she saw her there.

But she did not leave when the cups had been set. Instead, she lingered, lowering her voice and leaning towards her. “We’re going to the symphony tomorrow if you want to come.”

“And you must come,” Sevenda said, coming from behind with a plate of appetizers in her hand. Something to tide them over.

Nesta blinked at the two females, unsure of what to say—what to do.

“I’ve never been to symphony before,” Nesta answered.

Sevenda set the bread in the middle of the table, and then raised a hand to her chest dramatically. “You’ll just adore it. Grand tales, handsome males, intriguing music all around. Perhaps, I’ll gather more of the staff and we’ll make a whole day of it.”

Nesta shook her head, waving her hands slightly. “You’re pretty busy, you don’t have to—”

“Nonsense, sweet girl,” She said, raising a hand to Nesta’s cheek. She could feel the warmth on her face. “Nobody would be too busy for you.”

Nesta smiled at that, a testament to how much she had changed that she’d allowed the touch and a triumph at how Nesta felt something other than nothing at all.

“I’ll be right back,” Sevenda noted chipperly. “Eat some bread.”

As the female left, Nesta didn’t want to look at the rest of the group, didn’t want to see how they would judge her, didn’t want to see if she cared or not. They’d meant to heal her. Did they think they were successful?

Cassian gazed down at her, his eyes uncommonly fond. All Nesta thought was that she was probably not embarrassing any longer.

She wondered if seeing her tolerated by others made him realize that she was tolerable.

Because, Nesta had not been tolerable to him this morning.

“You know, we can go to the symphony,” Cassian suggested, the apples of his cheeks blooming a dust of red. Nesta’s brows furrowed at the words. Her lips tilting down into an expression that might have been quizzical. "Some time... together I mean.”

Nesta looked at the others, but it seemed they were trying not to snicker, or they were too curious at what she would do. Rhysand tried to hide his smirk, Azriel held onto the bridge of his nose, Mor raised a brow as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, Amren took a sip of wine, rolling her eyes, and Feyre... well Feyre looked to her.

Say something, her eyes seemed to say.

But Nesta went to gaze at the people around her, happy and conversing at their own tables. The noise a rum drum lur of heartbeats and shouts and quiet whispers of some things she’d never be able to listen to even if she tried to read their lips.

This was... life, she thought. A cacophony of angry yells and laughter.

She’d almost forgotten what it sounded like...

But it wasn’t because of him that she could now recognize the notes. A song Nesta desperately wanted to hear. It wasn’t because of them at this table... and Nesta wondered what made Cassian suggest this. In front of his friends.

Did he think she would not easily reject him?

Didn’t he know she was a private person?

“Cassian, what’s my favorite color?”

He simply blinked, surprised by her words. She waited for his answer, but it never came.

Nesta continued.

“What’s my favorite drink?” She asked.

Still Cassian said nothing.

“What time do I usually get up in the morning? It’s certainly not the time I’m forced to train with you.”

Cassian didn’t answer and instead of it making her angry, it just made her irrevocably sad.

“How about... my favorite book?”

“You’ve read so many how could you choose,” he said. Nesta huffed a laugh.

She’d read the same book for the past three months because she couldn’t stand to open a new one. There was something about the familiarity that comforted her and the thought of meeting new characters, entering new worlds scared her for reasons she was only beginning to understand. That book had been sitting in the living room every morning. Every night.

Nesta leaned forward, her cheek resting on her palm. The action made her breasts push up in her dress and she noticed the way his eyes lingered on them.

“No?” She asked, somberly, shaking her head. “How about the food I hate. The thing I’m most scared of. Excited about... Nothing?”

Nesta waved her hand, her voice growing louder, “I mean I know you know how little I eat, how bad I fight, how much weight I’ve lost. You’re very good about reminding me. But do you know... where I even go in the evenings?”

She looked down wrinkling her nose as she huffed a laugh, “You know I get nightmares every night... you must hear them in that room above mine.” She pointed to Azriel. “He does. He asked me about them once. I think I told him some lie or another... but have you ever asked? Have you even asked how I’ve been doing? How I feel? You certainly didn’t ask whether I wanted to train with you but of course that was settled fairly quickly.”

She took a deep breath, waiting for him to speak but he didn’t. Nesta fiddled with her napkin, unfolding it and then looked to the ceiling. She could see the dust float around the rounded lights.

“You know I hate to do this in front of your friends,” She lifted a hand in their direction, looking to Cassian once more. “I’m sure they have such high opinions of you. Their opinions of me, of course, are already very low. A bitch, I’m assuming is what I’ll be called today. Probably, to make your pride feel a little bit better. A little less wounded... Maybe they’ll believe it themselves too, because well,” Nesta shrugged, “the evidence is already there. It’s the nature of the circumstances I suppose.”

“It’s rather funny I think,” though Nesta didn’t laugh. “You don’t know anything about me. You want to go on a date?”

She lifted her hands up. Innocence personified. “I mean I’m assuming that what’s you meant by us going together to the symphony. We’re clearly not close enough to presume a casual friendly outing and everyone in this room and their mothers know we have some sort of history or they wouldn’t ask about it every time they see me or whisper it when they see us together.”

She smiled, her cheeks straining from the pull. “But for all that history... you know nothing about me. Instead, you have confused your emotions for ‘I’m sure she’s such a good fuck.’ Was it the boobs, the ass? The face maybe? I get that all the time.” Nesta gestured to the room around them, aware that she was making a scene, “Ask anyone of these males who’ve slept with me, I’m sure you’ll find one at any given moment...”

She clasped her hands together, crossing her legs as if she were holding a business meeting. Nesta raised a shoulder. “But at least they didn’t pretend. When they wanted to sleep with me, well... they just said they wanted to sleep with me. Unfortunately, if that’s what you want, you’ll have to buy me a drink first because I’ll have to be much drunker than this.”

Nesta leaned back in her seat. She couldn’t stop fidgeting, like the adrenaline had made her want to fight. She inhaled audibly, a low sound, exhaling lightly.

Cassian looked ashamed.

She tilted her head at that expression, feeling much calmer already.

“Look. As much I hate to admit this, a strict routine has done me some good. Maybe that’s why I can speak these words so truthfully,” Nesta said, her voice casual. “But do not ever think I have forgotten that I am as much a prisoner in my own body that I am in the House of Wind. I have little choice in anything regarding my life, even before this war. But this... I can choose this.”

Nesta refused to look at the rest of them as she lifted a hand to her neck, rubbing the muscle, suddenly tired and achy. “Not only have you bombarded my life in ways I didn’t expect nor ask for, you consistently touch me without my permission, get into my space when I am uncomfortable, push me when I am irritated. Why would I want to go out with you—A male who does not respect me?”

“I hope you didn’t think that me healing or whatever you called it,” She gestured away, “meant we’d be together... Time has already changed, unfortunately. Without us knowing it has slipped us by. Drifted right through our fingers...” She took a breath, staring at the lights on the ceiling. “We’re different people now...”

Nesta looked him straight in the eyes. Willed him to listen to her, really listen. “I won’t wait 500 years for you. I want more.” She shrugged, the light of Cassian’s eyes dimming. “I want better.”

She picked up her things, piling the plates and cup on top of each other. Making sure the napkin was neatly folded. Nesta swallowed, the heaviness setting in. She peered up at Cassian, his hair wild, stray pieces falling out from the leather band. His eyes bright and a hollow amber. “I want you to know that it isn’t because you’re a bastard. I’m sure you’ll think that when you go over this conversation later. But I’m not rejecting you because you’re a bastard... It’s because you’re an asshole.”

Nesta stood up to leave, but Cassian grabbed her hand. She peered down at him. He’d always been taller than her. It seemed odd to see him so small.

“What about me? You don’t know anything about me either.”

Nesta laughed, a small, short sound. “Your favorite color is red.”

Mor’s favorite color, too.

“Your favorite food? Stew, because it reminds you of Illyria. You’re scared of thunder, because it makes you think of your wings being shredded, or at least that’s what you told Azriel when you didn’t think I was paying attention. You like to drink whiskey when something bad happens, but rum when you're celebrating, and you have nightmares too. I suspect they’re probably the same as mine.”

She smiled at him, a melancholic tilt of her lips for those bittersweet memories—for those bittersweet dreams. Cassian looked dejected and she wanted to smooth away the lines with her fingers, but she’d been hurt for far too long from far too many people who’d promised they protect her, so Nesta clenched her fists instead.

“I’m glad we had this chat today.” She looked around the table, grimacing as she tried to smile. The others looked to her as if they were seeing her for the first time. This girl who’d calmy told the commander to go fuck himself. “Please don’t invite me to anymore of these.”

And with that Nesta left, nodding a farewell to Sevenda, coming out with a large tray of food. Two minutes and she was already making her way out the door.

You know these really make me feel better about everything I have to process. But I am so tired, because I can’t sleep waiting for this book. So is this fic good? I don’t know. I can barely read it through.

But I keep ranting, like everyday.

So, one rant=one mini fic

lol so now I have to go write the Nesta sticks up for Cassian fic (which is different than I think you’ll think it is) My work performance is really going to go down this week. But at least this one is uwu status (i.e. fluff--mostly)

Bye.

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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I'll See You Again, I Promise [Din Djarin x Reader]

!! SPOILERS FOR THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 2 FINALE. DISCRETION ADVISED. !!

Author's note: Spoilers for the Season 2 finale of the Mandalorian. Just like last time, I wrote this in three hours. The episode literally came out three hours ago. I'm so thankful for how many people liked my one shot based around last week's episode— and as promised, this is a continuation of this week's episode (the season finale). You don't have to read the previous part in order to understand this, but if you wish to read it you can find it here.

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Rating: PG-13

Word count: 2k

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When you saw Din return, holding the child in one hand, and the ancient Mandalorian weapon in the other hand, relief washed over you. Your whole body deflated and you let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding in.

"Where are the others?" Din asked, his voice gruff as he pushed a binded Moff Gideon to the ground. You gasped when your eyes met with the ex-ISB officer who you knew had given Din so much trauma and hurt. There was a dark and menacing glint in his eyes that you could see right through.

"With Boba on the ship. They didn't think you'd come back," you admitted sheepishly, biting your lip as you cautiously looked back up at Din. "But I believed in you." You desperately tried to search through his visor and locate his brown eyes.

You wanted to cry; your little family had been restored. Grogu had been rescued. You were once more a clan of three. And now, things could be different. You had seen the beauty that was hidden beneath the beskar. You had seen Din for who he really was. You imagined starting a new life with him and the Child, far far away and out of any danger. You could be happy. Of course, you had to deal with Moff Gideon first.

You took a step closer to Din, breaking any remaining distance and placing a hand on his chest. "I'm so glad you're safe." Din revealed with a shaky exhale as you caressed the child. You wanted nothing more than to curl up into his arms and tell him how much you loved him, how proud you were. Grogu was so lucky to have a father as loving as Din.

"We can leave now," you smiled weakly. "We can be free. Go to the lake county on Naboo and start a new life. Live in peace." You had half forgotten Moff Gideon was even there. You just wanted to live in the moment with Din. All you could see was the love of your life holding his child. Everything else in your peripheral vision was a blur. It didn't matter.

"How cute," Moff Gideon's lips curled into a snarl. "The Mandalorian has a lover? What an unexpected twist of events." Din knocked Gideon to the ground the second those malicious words left his mouth, leaving him doubled over and grumbling in pain.

"We don't have time to stick around, we have to go." Din told you, grabbing your hand and interlocking his gloved fingers with yours. You were ready. You were so ready to leave this life behind and be with Din and Grogu forever. It was the happily ever after you knew Din deserved more than anyone else in the galaxy. Before the blast doors could open, the nav system began to beep hysterically, illustrating that a single light Starfighter was boarding the same Imperial cruiser you and your little family were on.

"It's an X-Wing…" you were rendered speechless. Din considered who it might have been. Had Cara comm’d the New Republic from the ship? If so, why was it only just one fighter? Could it have been the likes of Trapper Wolf who had granted Din a favour back when he encountered trouble on the ice planet of Maldo Kreis? Din was truly clueless.

Grogu began to coo and shuffle around, prompting Din to carefully place his son on the floor. Grogu waddled over to you by the terminal, gargling and pointing his finger up at one of the screens. "What is it buddy?" you asked, leaning down and picking up Grogu. Grogu guided you to the CCTV where you saw a cloaked figure emerge from the X-Wing and ignite a lightsaber. Your heart stopped. "Din…" you said nervously, your grip tightening around Grogu defensively. "You might want to see this."

Din approached the small screen and looked closely. "A Jedi?" he asked, although it almost sounded rhetorical. He looked back at Grogu who was already staring up at him. "Did you… did you bring him here?" Din asked the child, his voice breaking slightly. Grogu made a small and indistinguishable noise in response.

"No," you placed a hand on Din's shoulder with comfort. "No, Grogu wouldn't…" you reassured him.

"The seeing stone," Din deadpanned, his gaze not tearing from his son once. He remembered Ahsoka Tano's words. "Grogu reached out with the force and if a Jedi felt his presence, they'd come looking for him," Din turned to you, his body stiff and his voice shallow. "And they've come."

Your lips parted slightly as you turned back to the screen, watching as the mysterious figure roamed through the halls of the Imperial cruiser. Part of you deep down knew that Din was right. It was the only plausable explanation, but that didn't mean you wanted it to happen. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were found.

"Din, let's go," you said with teary eyes, feeling your anxiety bubble up in your stomach. "Please Din? Can we just go."

Din clenched his fingers into a fist. "No." he said sternly, his voice returning back to being gruff and modulated. He was doing what he always did when fear consumed him. He'd shut himself out and go into hunter/protector mode. He'd become the fighter he was trained to be since he was just a young boy.

"Din." you hated the way his name fell from your tongue, sounding needy and desperate, but you were just as afraid. You didn't want to stay any longer. You had what you needed; Din and the child. You didn't need anything else. You could go now.

Din picked up Grogu and nursed him in his arms, holding him close to his chest. Just like always, Grogu curled up into his father, taking comfort in feeling his beating heart, learning the true feeling of unconditional familial love.

The blast doors shot open and the cloaked figure entered the room. Your fingers dropped to the blaster in your holster as he approached you both. The man put his lightsaber away, signifying surrender, and pulled down his hood, revealing himself. He looked slightly older than you, with pale skin with mousy brown hair. He looked like he had seen a lot in his lifetime.

"Are you a Jedi?" Din asked eventually, breaking the silence through the need of confirmation.

"Yes, my name is Luke Skywalker," he introduced with a small nod. You recognised that name… Skywalker, perhaps from old tales, the likes of myths and folk stories. You didn't spend long contemplating the mystery man's identity. There were more pressing matters at hand and so you opted to brush it off completely. "I have come for the child," Luke announced and Grogu turned from Din, his ears cocking at the mention of him and looked at the man with curiosity. "Hello little one." Luke smiled.

Grogu cooed in response before turning back to his father with big pleading eyes. "He doesn't want to go with you." Din gulped, his heart aching. There was no way to be sure, Din could never know exactly what Grogu wanted. But he was aware of the bond he had with his son, now more than ever he was aware. He knew that there was no way his son would want to leave him. Din loved Grogu. Din loved Grogu with every inch of his being.

"He wants your permission." Luke explained, and Din turned back to look at the little green bean in his arms. His… permission? "He is incredibly strong with the force and without learning how to utiIize his powers he can become a danger to those around him… and a danger to himself. It's important that he understands the nature of the power he possesses."

Luke's words became a blundered fuzz in the back of your mind. This was Grogu— this was Din's little boy. When Din looked into Grogu's eyes, he saw nothing but memories. From the pair of them sipping spotchka, to chasing frogs and playing in the hull of the Razor Crest, everything just felt so distant. Din took a deep breath, his finger softly brushing against Grogu's cheek.

"Hey go on… he's one of your kind," Din winced at his own words. One of your kind— something the Armourer had implanted in Din's head all those months ago. "I'll see you again. I promise."

You felt your heart shatter in your chest. This… wasn't meant to happen. It wasn't meant to end up like this. You wanted to speak, you wanted to say something and put a stop to this absurdity. You knew better than anyone that Din needed Grogu and Grogu needed Din. It felt like your throat had closed up, like you could hardly breathe. All you could do was stand there and watch it play out.

Grogu reached up with a small wail, his green claw tracing the curves and ridges of Din's beskar helmet.

Din knew exactly what his son wanted, and right now, Din was certain he wanted it too. Just for once, he wanted to look at his son with his own eyes. Not the eyes blinded by his visor blade, Din wanted the child to know his face. Recognise him. With a hiss and a click, Din removed his helmet. You swore your heart stopped upon seeing him again. Brown eyes, but this time they were glazed with tears and there was nothing you could do about it.

Grogu reached back up and rested his claw over Din's jaw. Subconsciously, Din leaned his cheek into Grogu's hand, never wanting to pull away from his touch. His heart was broken beyond repair.

"All right pal," Din rasped. "It's time to go." He didn't want this. He couldn't do this. But he had to. He had to be strong for his son. He had to be a good father. "Don't be afraid." Was Din's final words to his son.

He placed Grogu down carefully and nodded towards Luke, accepting his fate. Grogu clutched onto Din's leg, not wanting to let go. His little mind was racing with wonder— why can't his daddy come with him? Why must he go alone? The erratic beeps of a white and blue astromech droid were what eventually tore the curious child from his father. Grogu waddled towards the droid and Luke picked him up.

No matter how hard he tried, Din couldn't seem to swallow the lump in his throat. Everything Din had done so far had led up to the moment, and he wanted to curse himself for letting it affect him this much. He should've been prepared. It's just, he really didn't think this would happen. He really didn't think Grogu would want to leave.

He didn't blame the child of course. He could never blame the child. He just wished he understood. Just before the doors to the elevator closed, Luke spoke up. Unfazed, unbroken. "May the force be with you." he wished. Din ignored the comment. It meant nothing to him. Nothing meant anything anymore. No meaning, no purpose. Luke tapped the key that would shut the doors and Din offered his son once last nod, trying his hardest to break out an impossible smile. When the doors finally closed, Din let out a choked sob and fell to his knees.

You sprinted over to Din, kneeling down and pulling him into you. He cried, hot salty tears falling from his brown eyes and dripping down his face. You pulled his head into your lap and smoothed out his hair trying your hardest to lull him. But you couldn't. You couldn't even bring yourself to comfort him. Your shoulders curled in and you fell limp, whimpering into his hair. You felt completely broken. Grogu was like a son to you, and you cherished him so very much. You couldn't even imagine how Din was feeling.

His little family was no more but he knew that Grogu was going to go on to do bigger and better things. No matter what, Grogu was going to make Din proud.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian season 2 spoilers #the mandalorian season 2 #grogu

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nyrandrea · 3 years ago

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Broken

Riding on that sweet Rift Apart hype so I’ve written a little one-shot that takes place during the events of the game. (So spoilers, obviously).

Summary: Ratchet and Clank have a bit of a heart to heart while they wait for Rivet.

Also available to read on AO3 here!

Enjoy!

Clank let out a rattled sigh as a wave of relief washed over him when the large prison cell that held Ratchet and Kit finally tumbled to the ground. Albeit a little more roughly than he would have liked, but they were safe, that was all that mattered.

He and Ratchet may have had a fair number of close calls during their dangerous endeavours, but even he had to admit that he was a little shaken up at how close this one had been. If it hadn’t been for Rivet…

The small robot shook his head, deciding just to be grateful that they were all alive and well.

He gave Ratchet a quick smile as the lombax hopped down before his optics wandered over to Kit, who was still sat in the cell, hugging her knees to her chest. Clank frowned, thinking back to what Rivet had said about Kit being the one responsible for the loss of her arm. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the weight of guilt she must have carried on her shoulders.

Silently, he thanked his lucky stars that he had been created as a defect from the get-go.

Clank knew Rivet was stubborn and slow to trust, but he had seen a softer side to her during their short time together. He only hoped she had taken his words on board about forgiving Kit, because he knew that, deep down, Rivet really wanted to be friends with her. To have a partner. Someone to watch her back.

“Thanks for the save,” Ratchet said with a smile before frowning and turning back to see that Kit wasn’t following. “Kit, are you—?”

“Give us a minute,” Rivet interrupted, looking a little forlorn.

Ratchet’s eyes shifted between her and Kit, and he looked like he wanted to assist in the situation, but Clank understood this was something the girls needed to sort between themselves. Luckily, it only took a shake of the head for Ratchet to get the hint.

“We’ll meet you at the ship,” he finally said, still looking torn as he took Clank from Rivet’s back, slowly walking away.

“I understand you only wish to help,” Clank said once they were out of earshot. “But we can’t interject too much into their personal matters.”

“…I know, pal,” Ratchet mumbled back as he climbed up to the co-pilots seat, giving Phantom a nod as he did. “It’s just…”

Clank angled his head to give him a fond look; one that they had shared many times as a silent understanding. Ratchet smiled back, though his eyebrows were still slightly furrowed.

“If they are anything like us, I am sure they will make up quickly.”

Ratchet scoffed. “If Rivet’s anything like me, she won’t make it easy. I know I didn’t.”

Clank felt a shiver go through the lombax as he was settled into his lap, probably cringing at some memory of his teenage-hood. Whether it was his stubborn pride or tendency to whip out the snarky insults and sarcastic remarks; their first adventure had been quite the rocky one.

“You were quite hard-headed,” the robot admitted. “But you always did the right thing.”

“Then there was that stuff with the Zoni—”

“Ratchet,” Clank warned. It was a little awkward to glare at this odd angle, but he still managed somehow.

“I know, I know,” Ratchet said, putting one hand up in mock surrender. “I must’ve apologised a thousand times.”

“And continue to do so to this day, you really must stop.”

“Sorry, pal.”

Clank playfully elbowed Ratchet in the gut, to which he replied with a flick to the antenna. The robot couldn’t help but giggle, already feeling his frazzled nerves starting to calm down from their daring prison escape. Even more so when Ratchet started chuckling along.

“Besides,” Clank started, his laughs dying down to something a little more bittersweet. “I have also made my fair share of mistakes.”

“Oh yeah? Name one.” Ratchet challenged.

“Trusting Quark.”

“To be fair, you’d just been ‘born’, you were naïve.”

“The time portal on Zanifar?”

“C’mon, pal, you were trying to save your dad. I would’ve done the same thing.”

Clank could detect a hint of dejection in Ratchet’s tone, no matter how much his friend liked to think he was good at hiding his emotions. It made him a little more nervous at his next choice of words.

“This.”

“…What?”

Again, there it was. He was soft-spoken, like he knew exactly what Clank meant, but feigned ignorance, because he didn’t want to admit that the robot was right. He hated how good he was at reading his friend.

“This,” he reiterated, throwing up his one arm to gesture at the neon cracks in the sky that led to who knows where. “The dimensions collapsing. Us ending up here. Why, I am probably the reason that Nefarious even came out of retirement!”

If Clank could breathe, he probably would have been hyperventilating by now. He had tried to accept that it had just been a simple mistake; parading the Dimensionator in front of the entire galaxy and placing it right where it was ripe for the taking. Oh, how could he have been so irresponsible—

“Clank,” Ratchet prodded, and it was only then that the robot realised he had been trembling with self-loathing so much that he hadn’t noticed the hand that had been placed on his head in a bid to calm him down. “You know I don’t blame you for any of this, right?”

“Yes, well, I do,” he said, and he couldn’t help the acid that was laced in his voice.

A silence fell between them then, and not one that felt comfortable in the slightest.

“Actually, y’know what? I do too,” Ratchet finally piped up, removing his hand from Clank’s head, and when he turned to look up at him, the lombax held a frown that was usually reserved for the likes of Nefarious or some other dastardly villain. A sharp pain jabbed up through his circuitry along with guilt and shame, and a dash of dread.

“I mean, if it weren’t for you, we’d probably still be retired.”

“Yes…”

“We wouldn’t have met Rivet and Kit.”

“I…what?”

Ratchet’s frown slowly morphed into a gentle smile.

“And I wouldn’t have found the courage to finally go look for the other lombaxes.”

Clank wasn’t sure how to respond to that, all he could do was avert his gaze down to where Rivet and Kit were still talking. He noticed they seemed to be getting quite flustered with each other. An odd feeling suddenly fluttered in his chest as he watched them; one that he couldn’t quite place.

“That’s all down to you, buddy,” Ratchet said, squeezing Clank a little tighter against his chest.

“Then I am more than happy to take full responsibility,” he said, responding in kind. “Even with the added complication of two Nefariouses and the impending doom of a Dimensional Cataclysm.”

Ratchet waved a hand. “C’mon, we eat dimensional cataclysms for breakfast!” His ears drooped a little. “Or, at least, we used to.”

“You are still under the notion that we are ‘washed up’?”

“Not you. You’re the one fixing all the dimensional whatchamacallits—”

“Anomalies,” Clank corrected.

“Right. Meanwhile I’m…”

“Re-building Dimensionators, rescuing monks from undead bone creatures and searching for me,” the robot stated matter-of-factly as he counted with his fingers, before adding a despondent, “Again.”

“Yeah, I really gotta put a leash on you, pal.”

Clank tried to appear unamused but, in spite of his mild irritation, found himself smiling.

“My point is,” he continued. “Despite what you may think, you are an irreplaceable hero that any galaxy, dimension or even universe would be incredibly lucky to have.”

For once, Ratchet didn’t have a witty comeback, and merely blinked in surprise as Clank patted his hand.

“And an irreplaceable friend that I am incredibly lucky to have.”

He couldn’t help but feel a little flustered; the two of them were never really this outwardly sappy with each other, but after everything they’ve been through, perhaps they could make an exception just this once?

Even though Clank’s little speech sounded like it had been recited from some corny poem book that he would sometimes read as a guilty pleasure, Ratchet smiled fondly.

“Thanks, Clank.”

“Ugh…get a room…,” a voice mumbled behind them, startling the robot a little. He had forgotten that there was someone else on the ship. Turning to get a better look, he blinked and narrowed his optics a little.

“Is that…?”

“Yup,” Ratchet said with a wry grin, before adding, “Pretty weird, huh?”

“Not any more bizarre than anything else we have seen, I suppose,” Clank replied. “Though it does make me curious as to who else might have a dimensional counterpart. Ooh, we could make it a game!”

“So long as we don’t have to see Helga.”

“Ratchet…”

“What? It’s bad enough having a Qwark—”

“If you’d stopped to help me that night instead of running away, things could have been different. Or if you just told the truth, maybe—!”

Ratchet and Clank were stunned into silence at Rivet’s outburst, and shared a worried look as Kit retorted back.

“Why do none of you understand?! I am broken. I will always be broken!”

“Oh dear…” Clank mumbled, his brief time with The Fixer flashing across his mind. It seemed like the term ‘broken’ was becoming something of a theme recently.

Just like Ratchet, he desperately wanted to jump down and act as peacemaker between them, make them see that regardless of their differences, they could form a friendship that would stand the test of time and provide them with something precious that a life of solitude had robbed them of.

But he held his nerve and stayed put; this was a delicate situation, and not one that forced friendship could solve. So, he watched on sombrely.

“Fine. Go hide. We have a universe to save,” Rivet snapped, before throwing her hands up in frustration. “Universes. Whatever.”

The silver lombax turned and started walking back towards the ship.

“I don’t need a partner, anyway.”

There was a brief flutter of hope as Rivet slowed to a stop and turned her head slightly, as if she were reconsidering. Perhaps she would take his advice and give Kit another chance. Then they could all face down their enemies as one unified—

The robot flinched as her face twisted bitterly and she strode for the ship again; her choice had been made. He couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous as she practically catapulted herself into the pilot’s seat and started the ship up, punching the buttons as if she were blaming them.

“Wait,” Ratchet started cautiously. “Where’s Kit?”

“She’s not coming,” Rivet bluntly replied, not even bothering to make eye contact with him.

“But…”

Clank felt Ratchet’s fingers unconsciously tighten against his body, and in turn, he laid his hand on top and patted it lightly to reassure him. Deep down, he truly believed they would reconcile eventually, even if they had to take their time to come to terms with their inner struggles. After all, Kit and Rivet were his and Ratchet’s dimensional counterparts.

Despite the universe’s sense of humour, it would always find a way to mend the broken.

I’ve been a fan of this series since I was a kid and yet I’ve never written anything for it *shock horror*

Anyway, I know it’s a little short and sappy but hey, let me know what y’all think! Might write more in the future if my adhd lets me. :,)

#ratchet and clank #ratchet and clank rift apart #rift apart spoilers #rivet #fanfiction #my writing

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madhyanas · 4 years ago

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a place at the table

Pairing: Din Djarin x gender-neutral!Reader

Rating: T/PG-13 [mild]

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Spoilers for s2ep3, Chapter 11! Reader uses they/them pronouns. References to drowning, not explicit. Descriptions of freezing/extreme cold. One reference to Chapter 9 (s2ep1). Din being as self-sacrificing as always. Din’s particular brand of Mandalorian family values. Pining, yearning, affection - just think soft.

A/N: well then. first time posting for din! this has been cooking since ep3 came out, i’m just slow. it’s soft!! and worried!! and din severely procrastinating his own identity crisis!! they’re really fuckin married, guys. lovely stuff. also, if you can’t tell, i adore frog lady. and bo-katan. mwah.

BIG thank you to @justrunamok, @pettyprocrastination and @generaldamneron for beta-reading <33

gif credit: @captrex - from the post here. thanks!

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You thought you knew cold.

Days and nights in the Crest have acquainted you with it. A hollow metal hull in the depths of the galaxy, surrounded on all sides by a vast expanse of nothing. Keeping the heater on burns fuel that you can’t afford, not with three mouths to feed. Space is cold, as cold as it could get.

And then you nearly drowned.

The briny depths of Trask are frigid, you’ve come to realise. Logically, you know it’s nowhere near the freezing vacuum of space. That’s real cold; true, absolute zero. But the thing about water is that it gets everywhere. The searing, ferocious chill of it had slammed all mental processes to a halt, petrifying your rationality before all else. It drenched your clothes, your hair. Snaked into your nose and seeped into your lungs. Rushed you as a swarm; no other sensation was relevant.

At the time — scrabbling at a grate hanging overhead, right there but always just out of reach — it’s what you imagined carbonite to feel like. Conscious but consumed.

Space is cold from a distance. Water freezes from the inside, cracked and jagged and burning.

So you should be grateful for your saviours. Mandalorians, unlike any you’ve ever seen before.

Which is to say, unlike Din.

There’s a lot to think about. So many things have happened in the span of a day that you can barely keep track. And beyond all else, you want to ask how Din’s coping—

“Trask is a black market port. They’re staging weapons that have been bought and sold with the plunders of our planet. We’re seizing those weapons and using them to retake our homeworld.”

—but there are more important things to deal with at the moment.

“Once we’ve done that, we’ll seat a new Mandalore on the throne,” the red-headed woman explains.

Bo-Katan. She speaks regally, like she’s been on that very throne before. More importantly — like she’d earned it. In truth, she scares you. All three of them do, these new Mandalorians who show their faces — they scare you in the way Din did back when he was just a gruff, faceless employer. A tinge of instinct; a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold.

What she’s saying is important, you know that, and you can’t place the onus on Din to handle it after the day he’s had. But you can’t bring yourself to focus either. You’re barely holding it together as it is, taking mild, balmy comfort in his and the baby’s presence on either side.

The three of you, together. Right now, at this table, that’s the only thing keeping you from splintering right down the middle.

Even with a steaming bowl of broth in your hands, your fingers ache with the chill. It hurts, regaining body heat. Hurts as feeling returns to your toes. Hurts to clench your jaw, to stop it from chattering. Hurts the delicate skin of your face, thousands of icy needles jabbing into the nerves. There’s a pounding between your ears and behind your eyes. You’re tired, and you suspect Din is, too.

You really do want to ask how he’s dealing with…this. The Way has been part of his life — and part of yours, in as much of a lifetime as you’ve known him — for many, many years. An oak tree, offering security and strength to the garden. How must he feel, stoic at your side, to see these three fell theirs so easily?

An identity crisis is the last thing Din needs.

What he needs is a break. You need him to want a break.

A coo at your elbow catches your attention. The baby — safe and warm, thank the Maker — seems fascinated with the water dripping from your hair, patting his hands into the small puddles forming on his high chair and giggling at the splashes. It’s as if he was never swallowed whole in the first place; that’s another thing you’re going to recall decidedly later. Nonetheless, he bounces back fast, your child.

You smile, hearing your teeth click, and pet the sensitive spot between his ears. He blinks at you sweetly.

Someone clears their throat.

You look up, startled, to find three pairs of eyes on you. Expecting. None of them saying… anything.

The other woman, the one with braids on her forehead, slurps her slithering noodles without blinking. Unnerving, to say the least.

“Sorry,” you blurt, more on reflex than anything else. “Did I… miss something?” The uncertainty in your voice doesn’t escape anyone’s notice.

Beneath the table, a broad thighs shifts to press against yours. Comforting. You glance at its owner.

“It’s… Mandalorian business.” Bo-Katan tilts her head. Her gaze flits between you and Din, polite and clear. “I’m sure you understand.”

You blink, bemused. “Oh?”

And then you realise.

She’s asking you to leave.

“Oh!” Your brows shoot up. One of her partners smiles ruefully in your periphery, and you are struck with the distinct feeling of being other. “Of course.”

That’s… well. It’s justified, is what it is. She’s right. You aren’t Mandalorian.

You stand quickly, and the chair grates against the floor unpleasantly. You manage not to cringe, somehow.

There’s a free table on the other side of the cantina, you think you saw it as you entered. Should you take the baby? No, Din’s never liked being away from him, even if you’re there. But they’re armed, all three of them, and you don’t know them, even if they did save your life, saved the baby’s, saved Din’s—

There’s a hand at your elbow.

“They stay.”

Din’s voice is unyielding. He hasn’t moved at all besides his grip on your arm, keeping his visor trained on Bo-Katan, who raises a brow.

No one says anything for a long, tense beat. Until—

“They’re not Mandalorian,” Bo-Katan says bluntly. It’s something you don’t have the nerve to state aloud. Something Din is apparently ignoring, however much you’d never believe it.

He stays silent.

“It’s okay,” your murmur, and the silver helmet you know turns to you fractionally. Barely anything, and you know you’re heard. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s still staring Bo-Katan down. “I don’t mind.”

There are three sharp, foreign gazes on you, and your newly-rejuvenated toes curl in your boots. After so many days bundled up in the Crest, you’d forgotten what it felt like to be watched and unwanted. The company inside had never made you feel that way.

“They stay,” he insists, making you jolt. “As is their right.”

Bo-Katan’s half-smile is faintly amused. “And which right is that?” she asks, like she already knows the answer. It seems like they all do, daring Din to state this mysterious ‘right’ that you’re in the dark about.

“It is their right as a member of my clan.”

The gloved fingers on your elbow tighten, leather creaking ever so slightly but just enough to remind you to breathe.

You blink at the silver helm dumbly, forgetting your onlookers for the time being.

He’s— He means that. Din doesn’t say what he doesn’t mean. Every word is measured, deliberate. He chooses his words like he chooses his weapons; they’re specific, well-cared for. Only to be used when necessary. Which suggests that—

Well. Maybe you should sit down.

As you do so, the woman opposite Din releases a slow, steady breath — Maker, you’d almost forgotten she was here — and squares her shoulders.

“Very well,” she says coolly. Her eyes flit to you, appraising, searching, before returning to Din. “As I was saying…”

And then you tune out again, ever so slightly. The information is going in, but you’re not truly registering its significance. Stupid, really, considering Din’s quite literally just fought for your place at the table. But you do.

You stare at the chipped, stained wood as if it holds the answers to questions you don’t know how to phrase. The baby babbles something incoherent, trying to get your attention, so unjustly denied to him, and you offer a finger for him to hold.

Clan. As in, part of. It’s new.

It feels like a small, three-fingered hand, gravelly warmth next to your thigh, and a hand pulling you back to the table.

———

Tracking down the Frog Woman and her husband isn’t too tedious. Trask’s daylight hours are long, for a moon, so even after Din’s aside with Bo-Katan and her people, it’s barely dark as you make your way to the inn.

“It won’t be long,” Din had assured you. “I go with them, assist with their mission, and come back within a day. Routine transport raid.”

Them. Their. It didn’t bode well that his so-called brethren are this… dissimilar.

“Last time you helped someone out, you got swallowed by a desert dragon.”

“That wasn’t last time.”

“Still counts.”

Childish, perhaps. Petulant. But correct.

The problem was, so was he. There was no choice.

Now, Din leads your party of three briskly down the street.

Since his father had manually adjusted the drift range on the crib beforehand, the child has no issue being carted along express-style, making curious noises at the various fishing apparatus he sees scattered around the port.

You don’t have such luxuries as the little womp rat, so you’re left to frantically try and match your Mandalorian’s pace. The lingering shivers wracking your frame are shoved aside for the wheezing burn beginning to creep up your sides.

“Hey, uh, Mando?” you ask, somewhat out of breath. “You think you could slow down? You’re going a little fast—”

Your shoulder clips a passing Quarren roughly, spinning you round with the force of the collision. The point of impact throbs unpleasantly, painful but superficial. Stunned, you can only blink as the tentacled man snaps something unintelligible in your face. An apology sits ready on your tongue and you open your mouth to speak, before a solid wall appears between you.

A breathing, unyielding wall of leather and beskar, glowering at the Quarren silently as you’re turned away, closer into the gentle bend of his hold. Quietly surrounding, protecting. Something else you’re not used to, from when it was just the three of you in the ship. But this feels… good. It feels like it’s yours.

The other man balks, and leaves with a grumble under his breath.

Din glances around above your head, ever aware, ever cautious. “Stay close,” he murmurs and—

You could probably pinpoint the exact moment your body temperature spikes, as a large, gloved hand comes to rest on your lower back. “Oh. Okay.”

The rest of the walk passes you by.

“I wasn’t trying to rush you,” he says tersely, having slowed his pace considerably. There’s an apology in there somewhere; you can hear it. “But you’re soaked, and you’re cold. You need to get warmed up.”

You smile. It’s really not the time, but— “Are you offering?”

A huff from the modulator, and he shakes his head silently. Less rejection, rather than fond exasperation.

“You must be cold, too.” The realisation dawns on you in an instant. Oh, Maker. He’s been freezing for just as long as you, now. If not more, since he hasn’t eaten anything warm.

The next shake of the helmet is more insistent, purposeful. “No. I wear more layers than you do.”

“You dived into the ocean, Din.” His name is hushed, spoken after a quick look to confirm that no one can hear you.

“So did you.”

“I was pushed, that’s not the same thing.”

Din doesn’t respond, and your smile dims. He seems to hesitate for a moment, before pressing a button on his vambrace, and the baby’s crib floats a little closer.

Oh.

He doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the walk. You regret bringing it up.

But his hand doesn’t stray from your back.

——

The building is small, cozy. Barely a couple of stories tall. And, to your delight, it’s warm.

“Thank you for having us,” you tell the Frog Woman gratefully. One of their towels is wrapped around your shoulders; a placeholder until you can find a clean, dry change of clothes. You feel better already. “We’re sorry to impose like this.”

She croaks something vaguely welcoming and you smile, keeping a shrewd, wary eye on the baby — now staring at the egg canister with wondrous intent, reaching his stubby little hands out from his place clutched to your chest. Now there’s something to keep you occupied for the evening.

A hand on your shoulder, warm and light, and you turn around. Din tilts his head towards the door. “I’ll be going,” he says, barely a whisper past the lip of the helmet.

“What? Uh, Mando, hold on!” Halfway out of the chair already, you stare at him incredulously, before turning back to the expecting parents. “Just— Just a second, please. Could you take the baby?”

However disinclined she may be to your carnivorous terror, the Frog Woman takes him into her hands gently. She’s sweet, kind. You hope she understands the depths of your appreciation.

A polite nod from Din to the couple. “I’ll be back for them soon.”

He follows you into the narrow corridor. The door slides shut behind you both.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

You stare at him for a moment, tugging the edge of the towel at your shoulders. Your mouth opens and closes, faltering around words that don’t have the courage to form.

“I…” You deflate. “I just— I wanted to ask you that. Before you left.” It’s a foolish question. What’s wrong, like his entire way of life hasn’t been upended in a heartbeat by a careless show of face. Like the Way hasn’t just crumbled at his feet like wet sand, trodden on by three strange pairs of boots, scorched by familiar jetpack fuel.

He doesn’t say anything. No tilt of the helmet, no sinking shoulders. Nothing. Just keeps looking at you, visor tilted down to your face.

There’s a reasonable distance between you. Not professional by any stretch of the imagination, but enough for him to be comfortable in semi-public. The corridor is empty, and you can’t hear any footsteps.

Except Din’s, when he steps forward.

You feel your features soften in time with the pounding of your heart. “Din, love, please—”

He pulls you into his chest, plucking the wind from your lungs in a surprised, candied puff into the worn fabric of his cowl. His arms snake around you, securing you to his sturdy frame, and by reflex, yours mirror the movement on him. The helm’s hard, flat surface presses against the side of your head tightly; an anchor tugging on the seabed.

You feel him inhale, a ragged, rattling thing that has your stomach sinking. You only hear that sound when he’s injured, stumbling back to you with a bounty and a nasty, jagged stab wound or two. Only when he’s injured but oh, isn’t he?

It’s hard to tell how long you remain like that. Wrapped around and in between each other. Feeling each other breathe in and out, like the push and pull of the tides. It’s worth it, for the fading of tension in Din’s shoulders. Not removal. But an ebb for the flow. You’ll take it.

“There is a lot,” he rasps, modulated into your hairline. “You know that. And I can’t focus on what needs to be done if I think about it.” You feel him sigh, draping into your arms even further. “I can’t afford that.”

You try to keep your voice calm, soothing. To avoid the hot press of tears threatening to clog your throat. “Okay. That’s, that’s— Okay.”

You sound like a fool, parroting your own words. But he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Okay,” Din agrees. There is something shaky in his voice, and you would give anything to wrench it from his chest and throw it into that Maker-forsaken ocean. Let it drown for all you care.

For now, though, this is enough.

You move to step back, just a palm’s breadth away, and his arms unlock to let you do so immediately. His gloved hands slide down to nestle in the dip of your waist.

You look at Din consideringly, wondering if you could push for later. Later, to discuss the revelations he’s been bombarded with. Later, to talk about what you’re doing to do. Later, to finally get him to rest his weary bones.

Urgent, but. You decide to let him be. For now.

There’s something else you’ve been meaning to ask about anyway.

“So.” You smile wanly, treasuring the jewelled glint of beskar through the thinnest film of tears. “As a member of your clan, huh?”

Din sighs. Bracing, grounding. Returning to the present, where you’re just here to see him off. Where you have a baby waiting inside to keep from snacking on your hosts, and he has a hijacking to initiate. His fingers press tighter into your skin.

He appreciates the subject change.

“You already know my name,” he says quietly. Shrugs. “I’d say you know more about me than anyone else.”

You take a second to mull that over. Enjoy the taste of it in your mouth, the weight of it in your heart. He is such a precious thing to know.

Without thinking, the word leaves your lips in a bright gust of affection. “Same.” The helm tilts. “You know more about me than anyone else, too.”

He nods, a small, barely-there movement. More to himself than to you, you suspect.

“Good.”

Elastically, achingly slow, Din leans his head down. You lift yours up. When your warmed forehead meets beskar, a kiss from which you feel deprived, yet glutted, you’re inclined to agree.

“Stay safe,” you whisper. Your heart fogs and clouds on the metal, right above where his lips would be.

His thumb strokes across your waist. And you know he will.

——

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I have often given Qui-Gon Jinn a hard time because he’s so often used in STAR WARS fandom as a weapon to beat on other characters I love and it makes it difficult to like him, as well as it overshadows who the character himself is. So, to help balance that out some, I wanted to do a set of recs to remind myself–and just share some happiness in!–that I actually do very much like Qui-Gon! He’s a good person who really loved the people around him, he cared very deeply, he had an amazing friendship with Yoda (seriously, that Yoda’s the one he reaches out to when he becomes a Force Ghost, that even after death, Qui-Gon loves his Jedi family, it gives me feelings in my feelings place every single time), and one of my favorite things about Master & Apprentice is that I often got the impression that he knew he was kind of obnoxious sometimes, but he was at peace with it, he was fine with that. That was a straight shot to my heart, I love that dude! So, here have some fics that celebrate that Qui-Gon is actually a really great character. He may not always be the central character, but I remember him being well portrayed in these and they gave me good Qui-Gon feelings! STAR WARS - QUI-GON JINN FIC RECS: ✦ Reprise by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & dooku & mace & cast, time travel, 491.1k wip Ben Kenobi dies aboard the Death Star in the year 0 BBY. He wakes up shortly thereafter in the Jedi temple in the year 41 BBY. Haunted by memories and regret, Ben must forge a new path for himself in the Jedi Order of his youth while navigating the murky waters of time travel. Crafting a better future from bitter experience is hard, but learning to heal is even harder. Major AU. ✦ The Way Back Home by Anakinstopyourpanakin, happygiraffe, obi-wan & qui-gon & bant & tahl, 39.5k wip He had been missing for nearly four years. How could Obi-Wan be alive? It was too good to be true, and simultaneously too horrifying. What had been done to the innocent child who was currently falling asleep against his shoulder, and did his wounds run too deep for Qui-Gon to mend? ✦ When the world gets too heavy put it on my back by nematoda, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 29.8k Obi-Wan is different when it comes to relationships. Not in a bad way, just… different. Studies of platonic love in the life of Obi-Wan Kenobi, exploring the master/padawan relationship with Qui-Gon and eventually with Anakin. ✦ Shadows of the Future by stormqueen873, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, 129.3k ObiWan lost the duel on Mustafar, but instead of dying, he finds himself on a ship leaving Tatooine, with his old Master and a familiar young boy. As events begin to unfold, can he stop the future he knows from occuring? ✦ No Galaxy for Good Jedi by Annie_Walker, obi-wan & anakin & padme & qui-gon & dooku & yoda & cast, some obi-wan/satine, sith!qui-gon, 124.8k wip Obi-Wan Kenobi was only a young padawan when he ran away with three-year old Anakin. He had no choice after his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, fell to the Dark Side by Master Dooku’s manipulations. ✦ Masters and Padawans: Three Generations by GirlwithCurls98, qui-gon & obi-wan + obi-wan & anakin + anakin & ahsoka, 24.6k Three generations of incredible bonds. ✦ What Is My Heritage? by Marnie, qui-gon & yoda, 7.7k Qui-Gon, age 13, tries to find a place to belong. ✦ Coming Home by Marnie, qui-gon & yoda & dooku, 18.1k A story telling how Qui-Gon comes to be Dooku’s apprentice. ✦ Trust Me by Charmisjess, dooku & qui-gon, 2k A certain Jedi Master is less than pleased about being laid up with the flu. ✦ Triviality and QuiGon by Charmisjess, dooku & qui-gon, 4.1k The Council’s infinite cruelty gives Dooku the most brutal of punishments: quality time with the Padawan and his plantlife! ✦ Rainy by Charmisjess, dooku & qui-gon, 26.8k wip A seemingly easy mission goes horribly wrong for Padawan Qui and Master Dooku as they struggle to battle an insane adversary, poisons and curses, and an awful lot of rain. ✦ The Luckiest Man Alive + Letting Go by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku & yoda, 7.9k Yoda, Dooku, and a twenty four year old QuiGon go to the small planet of Omartia to pick up a forcesensitive infant. + Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan go to pick up a Force-sensitive child. On the way back, Qui-Gon is faced with the fact that someday very soon, he will have to let Obi-Wan go. ✦ Lineage by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & xanatos & cast, 35.9k AU!Jedi Apprentice. Book I: In which master and apprentice meet for the first time, enjoy a disastrous adventure courtesy of Xanatos DuCrion, and reap the fruits of patience and fortitude. A fanciful retelling of the original. ✦ Lineage II by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 40.9k A year or so has elapsed since the last time we saw our heroes. BOOK 2: In which master and apprentice investigate an evil brainwashing plot, attend a boisterous wedding, and battle the enemy within. ✦ Lineage III by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku & xanatos & bant & cast, 49.4k AU!Jedi Apprentice. Book III: Master and apprentice face an important rite of passage, grapple with a traitorous plot within the Temple’s walls, and discover the limits of obedience and intuition. Appearances by Bant Eerin, Xanatos DuCrion, Yan Dooku, and others. ✦ Lineage IV by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & siri & adi gallia, 39.3k Master and apprentice endure a stint with the Agri-Corps, and find that trouble has a way of coming home to haunt them. Featuring a pile of bantha poodoo, a tentacled carnivorous plant, a desperate escaped convict, and a highly provocative young woman. ✦ Lineage V by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & tahl (& some qui-gon/tahl) & dooku & cast, 50.7k An evil scientist wreaks havoc when she captures Jedi Knight Tahl Uvain for purposes of obscure research; Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan rush to the rescue, only to be embroiled in further trouble; and Master Dooku joins in the hunt with characteristic aplomb. ✦ Lineage VI by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 66.2k Master and apprentice undertake a risky undercover mission to expose conspiracy in a far-flung sector; a comedy of manners abruptly transforms into a nightmare when their cover is blown; and a desperate escape gambit strikes deep at the foundations of trust. ✦ Lineage VII by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & siri & adi gallia & some obi-wan/siri, 74.5k Sent to the aid of their fellow Jedi on a disastrous mission to New Apsolon, master and apprentice contend with brainwashing, genocide, conspiracy, and the perilous realm of the heart. ✦ Lineage VIII by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 83.4k Hard on the heels of the mission to Apsolon, master and apprentice find new troubles - in their own backyard. Jenna Zan Arbor faces prosecution for her crimes; the Jedi grapple with the disastrous realities of corruption and personal loss; Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon undertake perilous and disparate quests. ✦ Lineage IX by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku & cast, 61k A year after parting ways, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon struggle to complete their self-appointed quests for enlightenment and justice. ✦ Lineage X by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku, 49.2k The war-ravaged world Melida-Daan is backdrop to a manhunt, an occult conspiracy, a bitter guerilla conflict, and a test of ultimate loyalties. ✦ Lineage XI by ruth baulding, obi-qan & qui-gon & cast, 56k The disastrous situation on Melida-Daan takes a turn for the worse; the Jedi dispatch a team to capture a dangerous murderer; and Qui-Gon Jinn and his former apprentice face the consequences of their rebellion. Series finale. ✦ Snakefic by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & yoda & cast, 6k It was only the matter of time before the egg hatched. ✦ Strokes of Colored Grey by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon, 9.5k ObiWan has been drawing since he was a small youngling, but only a few people know, including his teacher, Vianro Dleka, and the elderly, trustworthy archivist, KinWan Terius. But what happens when his master discovers his secret? ✦ Pies, Books, and Swords, obi-wan & qui-gon/tahl, 1.2k Qui-Gon Jinn has made quite a good name for himself, as far as holonet cooking shows go. ✦ They Are by Charmisjess, dooku & qui-gon, 1.7k This is their moment, their eternity. They think its going to be like this forever. ✦ Strongest Stars by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & chirrut & cast, 2.6k The Force works in mysterious ways. A few quiet moments in the dark create a touchstone spanning across three generations, two orthodoxies, a war, time, space, and the galaxy. A maverick meets a visionary and listens for a song. Spoilers for Rogue One, sort of? ✦ Anecdotally by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 14.6k The biggest stories are always made up of smaller ones. Here are some of the forgotten moments in the life of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Will feature a wide variety of genres, characters, eras, and AUs. Oneshots from whenever inspiration strikes. ✦ the floor under our feet by FoxGlade, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & qui-gon & dooku + background pairings, 4.5k wip or, the adventures and exploits of Qui-Gon’s three adopted children. ✦ A Long, Long Time Ago by ruth baulding, dooku & qui-gon + qui-gon & obi-wan + obi-wan & anakin + anakin & ahsoka, 5.8k A wisdom tale handed passed down through the generations poses troublesome questions for a line of masters and Padawans, from Dooku to Ahsoka Tano. ✦ Family by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & darth maul & cast, sith!obi-wan, 6.8k Seven years after the duel on Naboo, Obi-Wan Kenobi has turned to the dark, Maul has turned to the light, and young Anakin is caught somewhere in-between. Can Qui-Gon rescue his Padawan before it’s too late? ✦ Fountain of Force by esama, qui-gon & cast, final fantasy 7 crossover, 8.9k In which Qui-Gon Jinn comes from Gaia. ✦ Midwinter Sun by orphan_account, dooku & qui-gon, 4.2k Padawan Jinn is a rebel and Dooku is very much not ready. ✦ Jedi In Winter by bluedragoninamber, obi-wan & qui-gon & dooku & yoda, 12.3k In which Yan Dooku understands regret and tries to make things right. Something new will be born from the ashes of the old but exactly what remains to be seen. ✦ A New History by Annie Walker, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & dooku & cast, time travel, 533.4k wip During a heated battle, Dooku escaped into the past! Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker follow to stop him, but discover that Dooku went to the past where Obi-Wan is a young padawan to a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn. Now, the two must go undercover to stop Dooku’s plans from coming to fruition in order to save not only the future, but also young Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. ✦ In the Heart of the Force by ReneeoftheStars, ahsoka & qui-gon, 1.7k Ahsoka Tano travels back to the world between world’s. Searching for answers, she comes across a past event that only makes her question the past even more. ✦ Stitches and Time by ladyarcherfan3, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & ocs, 4k Alara Nel is a seamstress who keeps getting an unusually large number of orders for Jedi robes from an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Over the years, she learns why and gets to know the Jedi a little bit better. ✦ The Uses of a Sandwich by Laura Kaye (laurakaye), obi-wan & qui-gon & oc & cast, 17.6k A few months after being taken as a Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi faces a challenge: meeting his Master’s first apprentice. ✦ untitled by elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon, 3.1k Anonymous asked: if you’re still accepting prompts: smol padawan obi-wan letting slip his law abiding exterior and letting loose the terrifying intensity beneath it. preferably in defense of qui-gon or something. ✦ The will of the Force by Lysore, obi-wan & yoda & qui-gon, 2.7k Obi-Wan piqued Yoda’s interest early on, except the Grand Master of the Order had known for just as long that the Initiate was destined to be Qui-Gon Jinn’s Padawan. ✦ I thought I fought this war alone by stonefreeak, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 3.7k Obi-Wan is thirteen years old, just about to start learning Ataru from his Master. Obi-Wan is sixty-one years old, dead and one with the Force since four years back. Obi-Wan is both, and neither. ✦ The First Trial by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon, 2k Accompanied by his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, young Obi-Wan Kenobi undergoes his first trial and rite as a Padawan Learner on the frozen planet of Ilum. ✦ Hearts Entwined by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi & qui-gon, time travel, 6.5k wip stolen moments between Padawan Kenobi and Shmi Skywalker, glimpsed by Qui Gon Jinn, and his continued attempts to understand both this strange new addition to the Temple and the unexplained relationship between the pair ✦ The Orchards by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 3.6k When young Obi-Wan Kenobi is injured on a previous mission, Qui-Gon Jinn refuses to accept further off-planet missions until his Padawan’s recovery. Yoda assigns the pair an in-Temple mission of utmost importance while Obi-Wan heals. Master and Padawan welcome the change of pace. ✦ The Path of Totality by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & yoda & qui-gon & cast, 1.8k Before going their separate ways into exile, Obi-Wan Kenobi shares with Yoda a lesson of wisdom he’d learned from his late Master, Qui-Gon Jinn. A lesson of darkness, light, and hope. ✦ Finding Balance by Raven_Knight, qui-gon & dooku & jocasta, 1.4k Eleven-year-old Padawan Jinn is left behind while his Master goes on a mission off-planet. Qui-Gon is left in the care of Jocasta Nu, and he’s not exactly enthusiastic about it. ✦ Warmth by Tomatosoupful, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & xanatos & tahl & shmi & cast, child endangerment, time travel, 59.8k wip Time Travel AU. Anakin has woken up in the past. Time to say hello to past friends, right? Only problem, Anakin is a walking talking human disaster and makes a lot of stupid decisions. Stealing a Jedi baby from the temple certainly isn’t the smartest thing he’s done. ✦ Abducted by devilinthedetails, obi-wan & qui-gon, 1.6k In trying to rescue the kidnapped daughter of a planetary leader, Qui-Gon finds himself abducted and in need of Obi-Wan’s rescue. ✦ Trust Fall by devilinthedetails, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 1.4k Two generations of Masters and Padawans. Two generations of trust falls. ✦ Something Borrowed, Something New by Raven_Knight, qui-gon & dooku/jocasta, 1.6k Qui-Gon Jinn had only been claimed as Knight Dooku’s Padawan for three weeks before he’d managed to get himself into trouble with his Master. ✦ In Memoriam by ruth baulding, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & evan piell, 6.4k In the midst of a desperate escape from the Citadel, Obi Wan mourns a friendship. A tribute to Jedi Master Evan Piell. ✦ One Day by ruth baulding, obi-wan & qui-gon & mace & shmi & bail/breha & palpatine, 9.9k A single moment in time, on five different planets. A birth, an election, a discovery, a marriage, and a mission. Because all things are mysteriously united in the Force. ✦ They Are by Charmisjess, dooku & qui-gon, 1.7k This is their moment, their eternity. They think its going to be like this forever. ✦ The Exchange by MissLearn, obi-wan & anakin & some anakin/padme & ahsoka & qui-gon & rex & cast, time travel, 77k wip ROTS Obi-Wan and Anakin are swapped with their younger, TPM, selves. It changes things, in both parallels. ✦ Family by lilyconrad, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & darth maul & cast, sith!obi-wan, 6.8k Seven years after the duel on Naboo, Obi-Wan Kenobi has turned to the dark, Maul has turned to the light, and young Anakin is caught somewhere in-between. 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That in itself had been a feat, as the boy’s gangly limbs were everywhere, but somehow the older Jedi Master had been able to deposit his wayward Padawan on a bed before an errant arm took his nose off. ✦ Drifting Starlight by Pandora151, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 60.3k Just before the fateful Battle of Naboo, Qui-Gon Jinn is brought to the future, to the Clone Wars. He doesn’t know why or how, but he knows one thing for sure: He never, in a million years, expected the galaxy to end up like this. ✦ Although He Smiles by AutumnChild22, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 86.9k wip She’d counted the 750 steps down from the Temple. She’d said her goodbyes, and left Master Anakin standing below the great pillars. What more could the Force want from her? ‘Everything’ sums it up nicely. Waking 13 years in the past, Ahsoka faces a harsh reality. As events begin to unfold, she faces a ticking clock that times a galaxy’s end. ✦ A New History by Annie Walker, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & dooku & cast, time travel, 533.4k wip During a heated battle, Dooku escaped into the past! Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker follow to stop him, but discover that Dooku went to the past where Obi-Wan is a young padawan to a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn. Now, the two must go undercover to stop Dooku’s plans from coming to fruition in order to save not only the future, but also young Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. ✦ The First Trial by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon, 2k Accompanied by his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, young Obi-Wan Kenobi undergoes his first trial and rite as a Padawan Learner on the frozen planet of Ilum. ✦ Hearts Entwined by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi & qui-gon, time travel, 6.5k wip stolen moments between Padawan Kenobi and Shmi Skywalker, glimpsed by Qui Gon Jinn, and his continued attempts to understand both this strange new addition to the Temple and the unexplained relationship between the pair ✦ Highly Dissatisfied by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon, 1.1k Obi-Wan enters the quarters he shares with his Master, intending to ask for help in preparation for his exams. Qui-Gon, however, is dealing with a far more urgent matter. ✦ playing yourself like a red three by EclipseMidnight (EternalEclipse), obi-wan & xanatos & qui-gon, 7.7k As usual, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s mission has gone spectacularly sideways, this time before they even reach the planet they are meant to be helping. Luckily for them, they get some help from an unexpected source. ✦ so far the suns by blackkat, mace & qui-gon, 1.3k “My old friend,” Qui-Gon tells Mace, quiet, and his presence comes closer. “I fear I made several mistakes in the past weeks, and I would ask you to correct them for me.” ✦ The Cry by batsojopo, obi-wan & qui-gon & xanatos & ocs & cast, 4.2k This is my version of how Obi-Wan Kenobi arrived at the Jedi Temple. ✦ kybersong by Shadaras, obi-wan & qui-gon, 1.6k Obi-Wan Kenobi goes in search of his lightsaber’s crystal heart. ✦ What Have We Become by Batsutousai, feemor & qui-gon & obi-wan & anakin & cast, time travel, 43.7k One of Feemor’s greatest regrets, was that he never had the chance to get to know his brother-padawan, but the Force is willing to give him one more chance. And maybe, if he’s lucky, he can finally make amends with his former master and save them all in the process. ✦ We Start and End With Family by Batsutousai, feemor & qui-gon & obi-wan & yoda & cast, time travel, 8.8k Qui-Gon had been mostly joking when he’d originally brought up the idea of a lineage dinner, but when his former padawan grabbed for the idea with both hands and a desperation Qui-Gon didn’t understand (and privately hoped he never would), he knew he would never be able to refuse. ✦ turning dust right into gold by blackkat, mace/qui-gon & depa & cast, 1.3k Mace knows Depa too well. She’s absolutely going to do something terrible, particularly for Mace’s dignity. ✦ A Price to Be Paid by Peach_Bitters (Starf), qui-gon & dooku & cast, 3.1k Young Qui-Gon learns there’s a price to be paid for his curiosity. ✦ For the Future of the Order by thetorontokid, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 3.9k There are important lessons to be found in the Jedi Temple crèche.

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