#wannabe bounty hunter

[wannabebountyhunter]

Name: Astor

Age: 21 (human years)

Gender/Pronouns: He/ They (mostly goes by He/Him)

Sexuality: Asexual

Height: 9 / 274 cm

Species: Vesperdense Partner in crime: Lou -> @lucky-lou 

Personality: Astor may seem threatening and he can be if needed. He mostly keeps to himself outside the lil town of Happenstance. 

Info: Astor lives as an outcast he like to see himself as a bounty hunter but he haven't managed to bring in a target yet.

[juno-the-wanderer]

Just a quick announcement that I’m migrating Juno over to Wannabe Bounty Hunter’s universe to explore more of her story (see Lou and Astor’s blog), as I feel this would allow me far more creative freedom and not be restricted by Oddworld’s rules and setting. The same also goes for the rest of the Takartha tribe, though I’m yet to figure out their region and how they will look. Otherwise here is Juno’s new design!

[emi-pello]

Some animations I have done the last few weeks/ months

!NO TRACING OR USING MY WORK IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM!

[knightscanfeeltoo]

May not wanna share Bridget with anyone...

(still cannot find guilty gear strive and still refuse to buy the game on psn or steam...)

[notmyprey]

Guys, Im taking this into my own hands. There's not enough Ninjagº (sfw) vore writing, so I shall add to it :)

Context/Content Warnings

Contains: Some (SFW) Vore towards the end, a hella lot of g/t, bad injury (but not like- gory descriptions), and many many personal headcannons. One mainly being I kinda ship Zane×Cole. But if ya wanna see it as platonic, I have written it so it can be interpreted as such too.

This is very self-indulgent if you cant tell....

This takes place between seasons 4 and 5. I've not seen any season past season 10 or 11, I can't remember exactly, so yeah.

Also, important personal headcannon for this fic: Zane kept his more human looking form, not cause I dont like his titanium form. I just like my drawing design I made

Btw it's in first person, so it's hard to tell, but the person who is the pov is Cole-

Fic under cut:

It was a normal fight, honestly nothing special. Just defend the Bounty from a few wannabe villains. That's all we had to do. But it's never that easy, not for us.

Our ship wasn't soaring the clouds today nor parked near the city, but rather parked near a small mountain. We went there in search of a few caves that we were told housed a potentially dangerous artifact. Our plan was simple.

Get in, get out, and destroy the object.

But as we parked, and some treasure hunters flooded the Bounty, we didn't take the time to notice the ground beneath us, or rather lack of. That's where a large pit sat, unnoticed and waiting.

Among the commotion, I started a tussle with one of the bandates near the edge of the ship. She shoved me against the railing, knocking some air out of my lungs. I was quick to retaliate, sending a swift kick to her gut and sending her a few feet backward. Another swift kick, and she was out.

Before I had time to catch my breath, a panicked shout drew my attention. Zane had gotten cornered, 5 treasure hunters surrounding him.

I pushed myself forward, ignoring my still stinging lungs. Of course, they would go after Zane first, I thought bitterly. He was made of metal, and to them, an item practically begging to be sold. This is the third batch of these guys we've run into this week, and I still hated that was how all these treasure hunters and collectors saw him. I hated it with every fiber of my being.

As I got closer, Zane managed to kick one my way, prompting me to, instinctively, punch them, thankfully knocking them out. Now we were 2 against 4. This got the rest of their attention. I smirked. Something about it felt good, watching Zane fight back. It was almost like he was getting back at them in a way, but I knew that was very unlikely intentional. Zane had a heart of gold, with an intent to hurt no one if avoidable.

As these thoughts played in my mind, I didn't notice the large footsteps behind me. In an instant, someone behind me grabbed my shirt. They were much bigger, so much bigger than me. I couldn't even react before I was in the air. They flung me back but kept their grip on my shirt. I was slung forward, then their hand let go, and suddenly, I was flying in Zanes direction. Treasure hunters dove out of the way just before I landed on top of Zane, knocking him and I onto the ground. Due to the way I was thrown, my head took the majority of the impact.

My head started throbbing instantly. All of the aches and pains I had suppressed until now were showing full force. Each breath burned, making me think I broke a rib. I tried to get up, but I felt my consciousness slipping.

My ears were ringing, but I still managed to make out bits and pieces of Zanes' voice.

First, Zane muttered something I couldn't understand. But his next question was one I was all too familiar with.

"Cole, are you ok?"

I could only groan in response. With that, everything started to blur. I couldn't push myself off of him, and I knew the quicker he was back on his feet, the better this would be for the both of us. Thankfully, Zane understood what was happening and pushed me off himself. He didn't give me the grace of placing me down too gently, but I dont blame him. He had bigger problems.

Now that I was on my back, I could see bits of movement, a large figure was starting towards us.

I couldn't see anyone else, Kai, Jay, Lloyd, and even Sensei were all nowhere to be found. My blood went cold, and momentarily, my heart stopped beating. Had something happened to the others?

No matter how hard I fought to get up, how much I told myself I needed to keep fighting, I was starting to loose consciousness. My eyes started to close on their own, and I soon felt myself getting lifted into the air once more by the larger treasure hunter. The last thing I remember was falling. Between the pressure change and my pre-existing head trauma, I couldn't stop myself from passing out before I even hit the ground.

Where is Zane?

I shot open my eyes, a swelling sense of panic rushing over me, but to my surprise, I couldn't see anything. Where am I?

I felt terrible. I think I broke my leg, maybe my arm too. I rolled over, helping relieve the pressure off both of my most likely broken limbs. There was a light far above me, but I couldn't see anything else that would help me figure out where I was. I couldn't get up, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't even speak. All I could do was lie and wait.

For hours, the shadows jumped at me, making my heart race in my ears. I knew I couldn't do anything, and that made the dark that much more terrifying. It was sufficating, how dark and alone I felt. Seconds felt like hours, and hours felt like days. No matter what I did to calm my anxiety, nothing helped. All I could do was lie in the silence and pray someone found me.

"Cole?" I heard Zanes voice calling from above. My heart leaped out of my chest, tears forming at the corner of my eyes from gratitude. He had found me.

"Here." My voice barely even came out.

After a few long moments, I felt the ground beneath me shake, and a loud thud echoed beside me.

"Cole?" This time, Zanes' voice echoed through my very core. My good arm instinctively went to cover up my eyes and ears.

I felt the earth shake a bit more, then a gasp echoed somewhere above me. Slowly, a blue light was brought closer, one I recognized as Zanes eyes. I loosened up upon that realization, unfurling and opening my eyes once more.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. I sucked in a quick breath once I could finally see again. Zane towered over me, his meer hand was about as long as I was tall. I wanted to move away, but seeing that about half of me was broken, that was not an option. Slowly, he crouched down. Then gently he put one of his hands down and softly plyed his fingers under me. He lifted me up a bit, then placed his other hand under me as well.

"Cole?" He paused, a bewildered expression plastered on his face, "Cole, can you hear me?" His voice was a wisper now, but even his wispering seemed to completely surround me.

Between the shock of this whole experience and my hurt ribs, I was finding it increasingly harder to speak. I couldn't find my voice. The only thing that came out of my mouth was a pathetic squeak.

His thumb rose and started to brush over me. He didn't apply much pressure, but once he got to my broken arm, I couldn't help but flinch.

Zanes must have noticed that, since his eyes narrowed a bit, something he mostly did when he was annalizeing our 'injury status', as he tends to put it.

"Im going to get you back to the ship, alright?" I was grateful that he continued to keep his voice at a wisper.

I nodded again, to which he started to stand up.

Curling his fingers over me a bit, he suddenly shouts upward, "I FOUND HIM."

This sudden blast of noise hurt, making me return to the covered position I was in before. Zanes shout echoed through the pit, making me shutter in pain a few more times before the noise finally weakened.

Soon, Zane was lifted up, and as a result, I was too. As soon as I was out, noises boomed around me. One question seemed to come through the commotion in unison. "Where's Cole?"

I heard Kai, Jay, and Nya for sure, but Lloyd, I couldn't make out. Did he get kidnapped again? I knew Lloyd was another one of us that the treasure hunters tend to objectify, and that only increased my worry.

I felt Zane move his fingers again, this time unfurling them so that I would lay flat on his palm.

A series of gasps came from the group, and finally, I heard Lloyd. "What happened?" His voice, knowing he was ok, finally allowed my nerves to relax a bit.

"I dont know," Zane sighed in response, "but Cole is not in good condition. He has 3 broken ribs and a broken thigh bone. And his humorous bone is broken as well."

"Zane, now is no time for jokes." Jay piped up.

"The humourus is the bone in the upper arm, I am not displeased with Coles' humor." Zane said blatantly. I could hear the annoyance in his voice. If I had been able to speak, I would have tried to ease the tension, but unfortunately, I still felt too winded.

"Let's get him back then." Nya, the only one who seems to have more than half a brain cell most days, finally chimmed in. It was as if the same thought rung through everyones head, as everyone seemed to simultaneously start back towards the Bounty.

It was so strange. I never realized just how much I would miss the light until it was taken from me. I gazed up at the lamp above me, fixated on its lumosity. Most of my life, I had taken light for granted, but now, I couldn't be more grateful for it.

"How are you feeling?" The unexpected question made me nearly jump out of my skin. Zane must have come back into the room. It was only 15 minutes ago that he had left to take a well-deserved break, and honestly, I expected him to be gone for longer with how much work he put in to get me patched back up.

After I got back on the ship, Zane and Sensei both started to treat my wounds the best they could. With me being small, it was difficult for anyone but Zane to put my splints into place. He was the only one with such precision. Sensei, though he had tried, his hand kept shaking too much to do any good. This also was why they decided it was best for me not to get a cast since they could easily put it on too tight and hurt me more. They decided instead that no one would be allowed to handle me, but Zane.

This was something I found relief knowing. I had already started to imagine Jay coming in here to tease me over goodness knows what and getting too rough. It was strange how a part of me was now afraid of some of my friends. I didn't like it.

"Better." My voice was still weak, but at the very least, I had some painkillers now, so my lungs weren't on fire.

I had been set on top of a pillow, meaning I was a bit higher than I would've been on the bed. It wasn't too much higher than the bed, though it still allowed me a better view of the room. The pillow also meant I was more comfortable, which was a nice contrast to laying on the hard rocky ground in the pit.

Zane dragged his chair closer to me. He once again loomed over me, but in the light, now I was able to make out his face easier. I hadn't realized just how detailed his skin was till now. Even though it's not real, up close, you wouldn't be able to tell.

"Do you remember anything after you fell?" Zane broke the silence again.

"No," I shake my head, "I fell, and the next thing I remember is...." I fall quiet. Even the memory of how scared I felt sent cold dark shivers down my spine. "Waking up." I quietly finish.

"Is there anything that happened between you waking up and me getting there?"

"No..." I felt guilty for the fear I felt. Im sure they all were up on the bounty fighting, I shouldn't be pittied for falling in a hole. And I'm not lying, saying nothing happened since nothing did happen. But on the other hand, a lot felt like it happened. That fear was real. The pain was real. But neither of those should be anyone elses problem than mine.

Zane went quiet. He looked like he was thinking, but sometimes I can't tell with him. We sat like that for a while before Zane finally announced he was going to make dinner.

If I make a little in between part, I will link it here

Days passed. I was under strict orders that, until my bones were healed, I was not to leave the bed, save for when I needed to use the bathroom. It was long and boring. I couldn't play video games, nor could I even play board games. All I could do was watch TV and occasionally talk with one of the others. Zane came to check on me the most, but Jay made a point to seek me out a few times and mock me for my height. He made a point to remind me of the fact that I had called him short, and now the rolls are reversed and blah blah blah. I think he was trying to cheer me up, in his annoying Jay kind of way, but I honestly got tired of listening to him and zoned out most of the time.

The four days I lay in bed were practically tourture. I have never felt more lucky that my elemental powers also helped increase my bodies ability to heal itself. I may have gone insane if I stayed any longer.

Zane came in late on the fourth day of me lounging in bed. Once he announced that I could take both of my splints off, I did not hesitate to free myself from my confinement.

Once I managed to pry the splints off, it dawned on me. What was I going to do? I had been so focused on being able to leave this bed and the pillow that I hadn't thought much further than that.

Zane grabbed both of the splints I had set aside and placed them gently on the nightstand. Then, with a tired smile, he turned back towards me. "So, you're free now." He said with laughter in his voice, "Where do you want to go?"

"I dont know... I didn't think about it much."

"Well, I think I have an idea." A more sincere smile tugged at Zanes face, one that I wasn't sure if it was just friendly or one I should be suspicious of. His palm rested on the bed in front of me, but I hesitated to move myself onto it.

"I dont like that smile of yours. You're not bringing me somewhere to pull a prank on me, are you?" I narrow my eyelids, glaring right into his eyes.

He laughed at my suspicion, "No, no, I promise. This is a good surprise."

I climbed onto his hand, slowly, and still not feeling reassured. I found that sitting down is a lot less disorienting than laying down or standing, so I sit facing him.

I marveled at how large his hand was, even though he now had carried me many times, it was still something I could never quite get over. His hand so large that I could stretch my legs out fully and still have enough room to lay down.

He gave me a reassuring smile, then started out the door.

He carried me down the hallway and past a few rooms before turning into a doorway. I instantly recognized the room as the kitchen, even though it was now so much bigger. There was a delightful smell in the air.

"Mmmm, cake." I take another wiff, "Chocolate cake. " I specify.

"Your nose never ceases to amaze me, Cole." Zanes hand shook lightly as he laughed.

"I'm just that good." I smile, looking up at him.

A timer starts to go off, and with me turned towards Zane, I could see the exact moment he realized what the timer was for. He quickly placed the hand I was sitting upon on to the counter and gently nudged me off with the other. Wasting no time, he headed off, spinning around and rushing towards the oven.

Zane opened a drawer and pulled out two oven-mitts. I knew he didn't need them, and I'm sure he knew as well, but I guess it was a habit he had before discovering he was a robot. I also think that there's also a part of him that loves the oven-mitts since it was a gift we get him often.

Reaching forward, Zane opened the oven, sending a new wave of delicious chocolatey scents my way. I practically shook in anticipation as I saw him pull the source of the smell from the oven.

"One, Two, Three..." I mumbled as he took the tin of cupcakes out. He had made a total of 12 cupcakes. This means that if I take Zanes's portion, I get a total of 4 cupcakes! I big smile crept across my face.

I get up, still a bit wobbly from having sat mostly still for four days, and wander over to the cupcake tin. Zane was taking the cupcakes out and placing them on a rack to cool down faster.

"So I get all of them, right?" I give him the best pleading smile I could muster.

He rolled his eyes with a laugh, "No. You get two. Everyone gets two, or else they may need to make a movie about what happened when one of you got three instead."

Zane always had a way of making me laugh, "But I get your portion, right?" I step forward, closer to him and the edge of the counter.

"Not this time."

"Please tell me you're not giving them to the treasure hunters. You know they dont have a good bone in their body!" I joked.

"Ah, no matter how much I would love to see the look on everyones face at that, no. I am putting them away for when we get back to the city."

I furrow my brow, "But we won't be back to the city for a while! I mean, we haven't found the object thing, whatever it was - yet. And we still need to fix this!" I gesture towards myself.

"We have been looking while you were healing, Cole. Nia thinks she may have figured out where the object is. We're going to go tomorrow to try and retrieve it." My sholders slump. They have been looking without me?

"I thought you guys would wait." I mumble, on one hand, I was a bit bitter about it. They all went cave searching, finding who knows what cool objects and stuff, while I had to sit here and be on bed rest.

But, I could also see their side of it. They needed to get this done. If we didn't find this mysterious object, someone else would.

"Im sorry, Cole." Zane must have heard me muttering to myself.

"Well, at least I can come with tomorrow." I flop down on the counter, forgetting about my newly healed arm and leg. I let out a small shreak at the surprise pain. Zane reached forward to grab me but decided instead to hover his hands, ready to help me if needed.

"Cole," as Zane says this, his expression softened, "you aren't going to be coming with us tomorrow."

My heart dropped, "What?"

"You can't come with us tomorrow, Cole. It's too dangerous, and we can't risk you coming while you're..." Zane paused, considering his next words carefully, "... like this."

"I can still help!" I plea, I can't stay back again. I need to help. I have to help. "I still have my elemental powers! I can move some rock still! What if you get trapped? Then what? I am the Earth ninja! That's what I do! I move rocks!" I could see it. My words were doing nothing to convince Zane, and as I tried to reason more, I found I was grasping at flimsy straws, "I can still help..." I wisper.

"I am sorry, Cole. It's not only me who thinks you should stay. Sensei, he was the one who made the final decision. You need to stay here." Zane gave a sorry smile. "Rest up, maybe once we get back, you will be back to normal, and you can help us figure out what the mystery object is."

I sat there, defeated. I couldn't believe that I was being left behind. How could I keep them safe? How could I save them from the bounty?

The cupcakes started to sound less and less appetizing the more I thought of what tomorrow would bring for my brothers.

I woke up early the next morning. I had to get a good head start. I shuffle to the side of the bed, clinging to the sheets as I made my way down. Finally, once I reached the floor, I encountered my first obstacle. The door had been shut the night before, and I didn't know if I would be able to open it myself. The crack under the door was too narrow for me to fit under, so that wasn't an option. The door had a lever handle, so perhaps I could open the door?

I look around in an attempt to find something I could use to pry it open. The problem now I faced was that I was small, and I couldn't see much around the room. I walked back towards the bed, prepared to have to climb back up it so I could just see what was around the room. Just a moment after I grabbed onto the sheets, I saw something shiny under the bed. There was a clothes hanger under the bed.

I hesitate, the eery and mysterious shadows taunting me. My heart raced, I couldn't seem to look away. If I looked away, then it may consume me, the dark. My reason broke through my anxiety, telling me I had to go into the darkness, if just for one brief moment.

Shakily, I inched forward, feeling for the form of the clothes hanger with my feet. Soon, I felt the cold metal through my clothes. I quickly grabbed it and drug it back out to the light.

I had the clothes hanger, now to put it to use. I headed back towards the door, bringing the clothes hanger along with me. Once I reach the door, I swung the clothes hanger up, stretching my arms out and standing on my tip toes to give myself any bit of extra height.

The hanger caught at the handle, and I pulled down while also moving backward to open the door.

Finally, I was in the hallway. Though it was darker than the recovery room, it had many dim lights that fought off the dark enough for me to feel safe. Besides, the dark was the least of my worries now. I scurry along the edge of the wall, carefully listening for footsteps. I never thought that I would have to be so careful in my own home. But I had to pay attention, both because I dont want to get caught, and also because what would happen if someone didn't see me. The idea that someone could come along and accidentally step on me was one that I ran through my mind as I sped down the hallway.

I stopped at one familiar door. This is what I was looking for, my brothers room. Im sure right now they were still asleep, which was good for me. Unlike my recovery room, I knew that this door had a chip in it.

I believe Kai had said it was from Jay 'borrowing' my scythe. Whatever had happened before, it happened to work in his favor now.

I slunk into the dimly lit room. The only source of light was from outside the window where the moon was now lowering in the sky. Although it was difficult to see, I knew this room at least, and as such, I still found my way around. I creeped along the edge of the bunk beds, careful not to make a single noise.

In a heap on the floor, I saw my long-term goal, Zanes ninja suit. I darted over to the cothing pile, picking up and moving stuff out of my way until I found one of his pockets. I crawled inside, squirming to get comfortable as I did so.

A quiet but relieved sigh excaped my lips. Im going with them, whether they like it or not.

My brothers were too predictable. They woke up late, of course. Nia had already gotten dressed and was ready for them to start their search. Everyone was scrambling to put on their gear. Even Zane seemed to be unprepared, seeing that he didn't notice that his suit was a bit heavier today.

I bounced around any time Zane made any kind of big movement, including running, jumping, and turning. All of those being things Zane apparently does often. When Zane finally sat down to listen to Nia's brief, my head didn't seem to care and just kept spinning.

I couldn't hear much of Nia's ramble, but what I could hear clear as day was Zane. Normally, I tune out a lot of these long, borning, and often too elaborate plans. But today, I found it hard to disassociate. Any time I would finally zone off, Zane would ask another clarifying question. It hadn't dawned on me how many questions he asked before going on a mission. I swear he could write an essay just about the mission brief.

It took a while, but Zane eventually ran out of questions. Now, I thought, we could get on to the fun part.

A cacophony of chairs screeched against the floors as everyone stood at once. Once again, I started to sway and bounce. At one point, I think they were climbing down a rope, but it was hard to keep track. Everything was so disorienting that it was hard to even tell where I was. Were we in the cave yet? Or are we still on land? Did we even get off the Bounty yet? None of my questions seemed to be answered by the lighthearted chit chat that started from the group.

Once again, I wasn't able to hear what anyone else had to say other than Zane, which made it hard to figure out what was being said. The more I tried to fill in the gaps, the harder it became to understand what was happening. After about 15 minutes of me trying to decipher the illogical code, I gave up.

Who knows how long I have been in this pocket now. So far, they haven't seemed to run into any blocked paths, nor have they trapped themselves inside a cavern, which was a good sign.

How much longer will this take? All I wanted to do is get back to the Bounty, tell everyone I was here the whole time, and reassure them I can go on missions still. Maybe I couldn't walk by myself, but I was small and able to go places most cant. Imagine if I was this small when we got locked in the cage that one time. I could have gotten us out. I could be helpful.

We have to be in the cave now. There is a musty smell in the air, and I have to suppress the urge to sneeze every ten seconds. This could not be a worse time for my allergies to rear its ugly head.

We passed a particularly dusty portion of the cave. My heart sped up, I can't be caught now! They will just bring me back and go on without me! I hold my breath, hoping that if I dont breathe in the dust, I won't sneeze.

I had to breathe eventually, and as soon as I caught my breath again, I felt the overwhelming urge to sneeze. It started to rise from my nose and through my mouth. I had to stop it, I tried, doing everything in my power to stop the sneeze.

I breathed out once more, and the need to sneeze wad suddenly gone. I silently celebrated my victory.

I celebrated too soon. My sneeze snuck up on me. It was too late to stop it, so I tried to cover it up the best I could. But it was too late, I felt Zane come to a sudden hault.

"What was that." He asked, I heard the unease in his voice.

Some replies came from my brothers, but again, none that I could hear. My heart beat in my ears. Maybe Zane would write it off as the cave shifting. It does that sometimes, right?

An intense pressure shoved against my side for a moment before quickly disappearing. Zane gave an annoyed grumble above me.

Suddenly, a hand appeared, enclosing me in its grasp. It brought me up out of Zanes' pocket to be level with his face. He made sure to keep me facing towards him but didn't lighten his strong grip on me.

"Cole." The ice in Zanes' voice made my heart skip, I hardly hear him angry, and never is it towards me. His lips were thin, and his eyes were practically piercing through my soul. Normally, I can fight back, spit words, and defend myself. But his grip has become so tight that I was starting to struggle to breathe.

I wheezed a bit, doing my best to keep my composure. With my ability to breathe, slipping now, though, it remained difficult.

"Zane," I gasped in between desperate breaths, "Breathe. I can't."

The moment those words left my lips, Zane hand loosened, and so did his expression.

"What are you doing?" This was the Zane I knew now. He was annoyed, sure, but he wasn't the same as he was only a moment ago. He tilted me back a bit and set me down on his other palm.

"I -" Before I could get the sentence out, Lloyd brought up a finger to his lips. I turned to watch as Lloyd creeped towards a 90° turn in the cave. Just as quickly as he peered around the corner, he retracted his head. Turning back towards us, he wispers something. I couldn't hear it, I can't seem to hear anything lately. I turned to look at Zane, hoping he heard it. One look at his face told me he did.

I started to open my mouth to ask him to repeat what he heard, but shut it when I saw Zane already opening his mouth to reply.

(Start of events in comics here 1 + 2)

I watched as he didn't speak, but rather just kept his mouth open for a moment. One second, I was on Zanes hand, staring up at Zane. The next, I was shoved forcefully towards Zanes face. Suddenly, I was surrounded by a mass that glowed a light blue. Any time I tried to move, tried to reorient myself, I was pinned down again. I felt the confined space push me head first into another tighter tunnle.

The light followed me, and with this light came many new noises. There was a distinct ticking noise, along with the sound of what I assume was gears grinding together. Soon, blood started to run to my head, and my brain felt light.

(End of events in comic)

A few seconds after I thought I was about to pass out, I was pushed into a larger chamber. It was soft, and it had the same blue glow as the other one had before. It was definitely bigger and stretchier than the other two. That said, it was still very cramped. I was forced to lay down, as the ceiling was practically brushing against my hair, and the rest of my body was pressed into the sides of the room. Something about this place was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

A series of sporadic movements tossed me about a bit, but comparatively, it was not nearly as bad as it was in the pocket.

What would be my train of thought asking me where I am and what was happening got interrupted with a series of muffled shouts. I instinctively sunk into the rippling soft cloth underneath me, hopeful that it will keep me safe from this unseen danger.

The same sounds of gears and gadgets still were present but much more muffled now. The ticking was still audible too, but I had to strain to hear it.

There is where I stayed for a long time, trapped in the chamber. The pillow-like surroundings kept me in place for the most part, but every once in a while, there would be a bigger movement that caused me to fly into one of the walls. The walls, though, were soft and squishy, making the experience when I wasn't getting slammed into them actually kind of enjoyable.

After a while, the movement slowed down and finally came to a hault. Just as I started to bask in the peace, a loud voice from above brought me back. "He's fine. He's in my storage compartment." I recognized the voice instantly as Zane. I wonder who he was talking about? Who would even fit in his storage compartment? I have seen it before, it's small. No one was that small.

My breath hitched. I am that small. I felt the blood rush to my face as I realized just where I was. It was embarrassing how comfortable I had felt here. I lightly pushed at one of the folds around me, as if feeling it would help confirm.

I tried to push myself up, to put a bit of space between me, and what I now knew was Zane. My efforts were foiled as my back hit the top of Zanes storage chamber, and I flopped back down.

Zane started to speak again, "Is that all of them?" He must be talking to our brothers.

After a brief pause, where I assume someone had responded, Zane continued, "Then let's get moving again."

So they weren't going to bring me back. That was a relief. I can stay on the mission with them. Zane would let me out, and I could finally have some normalcy back in my life.

I felt Zane start to move again, this time, though it was more methodical, and the chamber only swayed slightly with each step. He wasn't making any sort of motion to let me back out. Did he forget?

I lightly knocked at the glowing pillow in front of me, "Um, Zane?" He didn't slow his pace. I waited for a few seconds, but he didn't respond.

"Zane?" This time, I raised my voice more in case he couldn't hear me the first time.

Zane started to slow his pace, meaning he heard me this time. "Yes, Cole?" He still sounded very annoyed with me.

"Are you going to let me out?" I poke at a spot next to me, hoping he would understand what I was getting at.

"No, I am not." He said matter of factly.

I'm a bit surprised. "What?" I scoff, not able to stop the word from coming out of my mouth.

"You not only disobeyed Sensei. But you also put yourself in danger and, by extension, could have put us in danger, and you still have no remorse for any of it." His tone reminded me of how he spoke to Lloyd when he was younger, something that hurt more than I thought it would.

"Im not a kid. I can handle myself just fine." The hurt seeping into my words.

Zane grumbled, a sudden pressure from the outside squeezed me to the opposite side of the chamber for a moment before releasing me once more. "I know you aren't a kid. But you need to listen to me, Cole. You aren't indestructible. You are putting yourself in more danger than I think you realize by being here. I dont want to lose you." He sighed, the previous annoyance in his voice fading. "There are bad people in these tunnels, and if you get separated from us all, it would take is for one to grab and toss you to..." The chamber pushed in again, "I can't lose you, ok?"

I couldn't think of anything to say to that. All the tension and defensiveness in me disappeared in an instant. How could I have been so neglectful. I know he cares about me. That's all he meant, and I should have known.

The pressure once again released, and I flopped onto the plush beneath me. I hadn't realized until then, but I had been tense. It had been exhausting, keeping that grudge. I relaxed, sinking furtherer into the pillow beneath me. Closing my eyes for a minute wouldn't hurt, right? I nestled my head down, and as I felt Zanes speed pick up to catch up with the others, my mind started to wander into the best sleep I have ever had.

[candyeager]

𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋

— gojo satoru x fem!oc

CHAPTER FOUR 2.5k words

short synopsis. in which her marriage to Satoru Gojo, the world's most arrogant and untouchable sorcerer becomes both a chain and a cure. warnings. graphic violence, murder, blood mentions, disorder eating, implied sexual threats, suggestive themes. tags. gojo x fem!oc, arranged marriage, angst with happy ending, eventual fluff, heavy pining/yearning, emotional detachment. oc is an empath.

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Satoru

Satoru carried Kurai into the sterile, dimly lit operating room and gently placed her onto the table where Shoko usually performed her healing work. Her unconscious face looked peaceful despite the chaos she'd left behind, a stark contrast to the bloodshed he'd just witnessed.

Shoko was already waiting, snapping on her gloves with the ease of someone who'd done this a thousand times. She glanced at him, her expression calm but with a hint of bemusement in her eyes.

"Don't look so grim, Satoru. She'll be fine. You know how this goes. Just another patch-up job for me."

Satoru shrugged, though the crease in his brow remained. "Yeah, I know."

He lingered for a moment, eyes trailing over Kurai's face, his mind replaying the scene he'd walked into. Kneeling, drenched in blood, surrounded by bodies she'd so easily dispatched. His mind buzzed with the disconnect between her serene appearance and the violence she was clearly capable of. He didn't really know her, did he? Not beyond their brief, transactional interactions as husband and wife.

Shoko snapped the rubber glove onto her wrist again, her sharp eyes catching his lingering thoughts. "Go on, don't hover."

Satoru blinked, then gave a half-smirk. "Yeah, yeah. Don't have too much fun without me."

He turned and made his way to the door, pushing it closed behind him with a soft click.

As he stood in the hallway, the image of Kurai vomiting in the middle of her carnage gnawed at him again. She wasn't just violent—there was something else.

Something unstable.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He hadn't signed up for this level of unpredictability when he agreed to the marriage. What was happening to her? Or maybe, what had always been there, hidden beneath the surface?

Before he could sink deeper into his thoughts, he sensed a familiar presence approaching. Without even looking up, he knew who it was.

"Yoshida," Satoru said as the young man approached, the tone of recognition laced with casual disinterest.

Yoshida nodded slightly, his hands tucked into his pockets as he leaned against the wall beside him. "All the bodies have been inspected, just like you thought, sensei. The wounds on their necks match the weapon she had." He paused, then added, "Messy job, though."

Satoru gave a low chuckle, though it didn't reach his eyes. "My wife really knows how to make a mess."

Yoshida raised a brow, but didn't comment further. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to Satoru. "We found this on one of the thugs."

Satoru took it, glancing at the bounty on his head. The number printed there didn't surprise him, but it still annoyed him. He crumpled the paper further in his hand, irritated by the sheer stupidity of it all.

"A hundred million? Seriously?" He sighed. "You'd think they'd learn by now that going after me is a waste of time."

Yoshida nodded slowly, his eyes scanning the hall with disinterest. "They were just a bunch of wannabe bounty hunters. Couldn't even see cursed spirits. Kind of pathetic, really."

Satoru's lips twitched. "And yet they thought they could get to me by targeting her?"

There was a pause, the air shifting slightly as Yoshida's tone turned more serious. "We checked their records. It turns out they've got a history of violent crimes—rape, assaults, the whole sickening roster. From the state of one of the men... it looks like they were planning to do the same to her."

Satoru's eyes closed for a moment, his jaw tightening as an icy anger coiled in his chest. His wife. For a brief, intense moment, that thought made his blood boil. Despite the distance and indifference between them, she was still his—a part of his life now, even if it was arranged. The idea that someone thought they could lay a hand on her, thinking they could get away with it while he was around, stirred something possessive in him.

Yoshida glanced at Satoru, his usual casualness returning as he took the cue to leave. "I'll file the report. You'll take care of the higher-ups, sensei?"

"Leave them to me." Satoru's voice was  sharp, but his posture relaxed as he leaned back against the wall. "They'll understand it was self-defense. I'll make sure of it."

Yoshida nodded, dipping his head slightly in a gesture of respect. "Alright then. I'll be in touch." With that, he turned and walked away, his footsteps fading down the hallway.

Satoru was left alone, standing in the quiet hallway outside the operating room. His mind wandered back to Kurai, to the scene he'd walked into. He couldn't shake the sense of unease settling in his chest. She was becoming... something else.

He smirked to himself, though it was devoid of humor. "What a mess."

But even as he tried to shrug it off, the fury that had flared up inside him lingered, unsettling in its intensity. He told himself it was just his possessiveness. After all, she was his wife, and no one touched what was his.

Yet something told him it was more complicated than that.

Satoru stood in the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight casting shadows that danced across the walls. The air was thick with tension, the kind that always clung to these secretive meetings with the higher-ups at Jujutsu Headquarters. Their presence was concealed behind heavy, ornate doors that circled him, voices disembodied and distant, yet cutting like a blade through the silence.

A voice broke through the stillness, cold and dispassionate. "We've received reports. Ten men—non-sorcerers—against one. Yet those men were slaughtered... by your wife. What do you have to say, Satoru Gojo?"

Satoru's gaze was calm, unflinching. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed, though there was a sharpness to his eyes. "What's there to say? It was self-defense. My wife was protecting herself."

Another voice, harsher, cut in without missing a beat. "Self-defense? It was a massacre. A butchery. She's lost control, Gojo. She's dangerous."

Satoru's lips curved ever so slightly, more a smirk than a smile, though the edge of it didn't reach his eyes. "Dangerous? You forget she was the one being hunted. They were after me, and she did what anyone would've done in her situation."

There was a murmur of disapproval from behind the doors, the sound low and simmering like a storm on the horizon.

"Those men were non-sorcerers," came another voice, steeped in bureaucratic coldness. "As jujutsu sorcerers, we are charged with protecting them. Not harming them. The human world will catch wind of this. The backlash—"

"My wife," Satoru interrupted, voice steady, eyes narrowing slightly, "is a non-sorcerer too. So, what exactly are you implying here?"

A heavy silence followed his words, the kind that swallowed the air in the room. Satoru's expression remained unreadable, but his presence alone seemed to weigh down the space, suffocating any challenge to his authority.

Another voice broke the silence, though quieter now, more measured. "So, will you take responsibility for what happens next? The families of the victims—"

"Will be compensated," Satoru cut in smoothly again, almost dismissively. "Generously. From my own resources. Their losses won't be overlooked."

A long pause followed, as if the higher-ups were recalibrating, weighing his words. Finally, one voice, firm and commanding, spoke from the shadows.

"Very well. But since Kurai Sanzu disobeyed the Ninth Memorandum by taking the lives of ten non-sorcerers, regardless of the context, we cannotoverlook this entirely. While her actions may be argued as self-preservation, she will face consequences. I hereby order the confiscation of the weapon she used in the killings. Furthermore, she will be confined to her home for fifty days, and her actions will be closely monitored."

Satoru's jaw clenched, but outwardly, he remained calm. His hand dipped into his coat, retrieving the dagger he'd found at the scene. The blade gleamed faintly in the dim light, similar to the weapon Kurai had gifted him during their wedding ceremony. He twirled it between his fingers once, then handed it over, his expression unfazed.

One of the higher-ups spoke again, their tone heavy with warning. "Monitor her closely, Gojo. If you fail... the consequences will be greater than you realize."

Satoru smirked. His voice, when he spoke, was laced with playful arrogance. "I won't fail. There's no one else better for the job than me."

The finality in his words hung in the air, the weight of his confidence undeniable. He turned on his heel, walking out without waiting for further dismissal, the door closing behind him with a soft thud.

Outside, in the cold corridor, Satoru's mask slipped, if only for a moment. He glanced down at his empty hand where the dagger had been, a brief flicker of frustration passing through his mind.

'Kurai', he thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. 'Still causing trouble after all these years, huh? Good thing I'm always around to clean it up.'

But even then, deep down, he knew this wasn't something he could control with strength alone. And that unsettled him more than any curse ever could.

Satoru strode through the veil of cursed energy surrounding his shared residence with Kurai, the air shimmering faintly as it parted for him. He barely glanced at it, more concerned with what lay inside. As he stepped through the door, Yoshida was already there, lounging on a chair, arms folded as though he'd been expecting him for hours.

"How did the meeting with the higher-ups go?" Yoshida asked, his tone light, though his sharp eyes didn't miss a thing.

Satoru shrugged, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Nailed it."

He didn't stop moving, his gaze drifting to Kurai's bedroom door. "Is she inside?"

"Yeah," Yoshida replied, pushing himself up from his seat and walking over to stand beside Satoru. "We moved her into her room. She's still out cold. Shoko-sensei said it'll take a few days to flush all the poison out of her system."

Satoru nodded, his face unreadable behind his signature blindfold. He'd expected as much, but hearing it confirmed made the situation feel even more irritating.

"And the arrow?" he asked.

Yoshida's expression darkened slightly, his professional tone slipping in. "It was embedded with cursed energy from the Sanzu clan, laced with poison. But they're claiming innocence, saying the arrows were stolen, and their cursed energy was forged."

Satoru let out a small, almost amused scoff. "What kind of bullshit is that?"

"Right?" Yoshida allowed a half-smile to touch his lips. "But it seems like they think we can't do anything because, well, they're Kurai-san's family."

Satoru fell into silence, his hands sliding into his pockets as he stared at Kurai's door. Family. Right. They thought that would matter to him. They thought they had the upper hand because of something as flimsy as blood ties.

"Then they must be stupider than I thought," Satoru said finally, his tone as casual as if they were discussing the weather. "If they think I care about that. Family, connections... none of that means anything to me."

Yoshida chuckled lightly. "I figured you'd say that, sensei." He straightened, adopting a more business-like tone. "Also, they sent a request to visit Kurai-san."

Satoru didn't hesitate. "Tell them to wait until she's conscious. She's not going anywhere for a while. They'll have plenty of time to see her."

Yoshida raised an eyebrow. "And you, sensei? Are you going back to work, or...?"

Satoru stretched his arms above his head lazily, as if all of this was just a minor inconvenience.

"I guess I'll take that honeymoon break now," he said, a grin tugging at his lips.

Yoshida's smile widened slightly, amused by the entire situation. "Taking a break? That's rare for you, sensei."

Satoru let out a light laugh, his grin as cocky as ever. "Well, even the strongest sorcerer needs some time off."

But just as the humor settled, Satoru felt it—a faint disturbance behind the veil protecting the house. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced toward Yoshida. Yoshida gave a small nod, confirming he'd sensed it too. Without a word, Yoshida moved first, stepping outside to check the source of the unwelcome presence. Satoru followed, his hands still casually in his pockets, though his senses were on high alert.

Once outside, Satoru saw them—a group from his own clan, the East faction, who had always opposed his marriage to Kurai. They were led by Osamu Gojo, an elder who had been particularly vocal in his disdain ever since Satoru was first betrothed. The moment the group saw Satoru emerge, they dropped to their knees, heads bowed low in submission.

"Satoru-sama!" Osamu's voice wavered slightly, as though he feared speaking yet knew he had to. "We beg you—please divorce Lady Sanzu right now! It's exactly as we feared... the Sanzu clan are dangerous, evil people. They've made deals with devils, which is how they acquired their cursed abilities, their mind-reading powers—"

Satoru raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You're still stuck on that old nonsense from years ago?"

Osamu hesitated but pressed on, clearly desperate. "It's not... There are legends, Satoru-sama! The Sanzu family has always been tied to bloodshed, and Lady Sanzu's thirst for violence must be even worse because of her ability to feel so deeply. She must be affected by it more than anyone else! She's dangerous—uncontrollable!"

Satoru let out a small, humorless chuckle. "Don't worry. I'm not afraid of her."

Osamu, visibly sweating now, continued pleading. "Please, for the sake of the Gojo clan, reconsider—especially after the carnage she committed—"

"Enough." Satoru's tone was sharper now, cutting through the elder's words like a blade. "I don't have any intention of divorcing her."

Osamu looked like he was about to protest again, but Satoru's gaze hardened, his smile never quite reaching his eyes. "One more word about my marriage, and I'll destroy you."

The air grew tense, the weight of Satoru's power pressing down on the group of people kneeling before him. But just as the pressure became unbearable, Satoru's expression shifted back to one of casual amusement, and he leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. His voice, however, was anything but quiet.

"Besides, you've got the wrong idea. I didn't marry her because she's a Sanzu." His grin widened. "I married her because she has a pretty face. And you wanna know what else?"

Osamu swallowed nervously, his face pale. "Y-Yes?"

Satoru's voice dropped, though it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. "She's really good in bed—just my type of woman."

A collective flush of embarrassment spread across the faces of the faction members, their discomfort painfully obvious. Osamu looked like he wanted to crawl into the ground.

Satoru straightened up, clapping his hands together as if the conversation was now over. "So, enough with this nonsense. Kurai Sanzu is one of us now, and I won't tolerate any more negative remarks about her."

He turned on his heel without another word, making his way back toward the house as the others scrambled to bow in his wake. Yoshida, ever the silent observer, followed closely behind.

Once they were far enough from the group, Yoshida broke the silence. "That was... unnecessary."

Satoru smirked, barely glancing over his shoulder. "I just need them to back off. Get behind her, you know? And..."

Yoshida hummed thoughtfully, unsure where the conversation was headed. "And?"

Satoru's grin widened. "My wife's really beautiful, isn't she?"

With that, Satoru turned, his hands still in his pockets as he sauntered toward Kurai's room, leaving Yoshida standing behind, shaking his head slightly, a faint smirk on his face.

< chapter four ends >

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[joelslegalwhre]

My Riduur

word count // 1.6k

pairing // Din Djarin x fem!reader

word count // 1.6k

summary // Mando didn't like it at all that some boy thought he could get close to his wife. He couldn't show with actions that you were his, the helmet prevented that, but he had his own way to show it.

warnings // jealous Din (let‘s still call him Din okay, thanks), pda, established relationship, lovesick puppy energy, protective!din, allusions to smut, Din and reader speaking Mando’a, me having absolutely no clue about Mando‘a grammar, taking the helmet off if you’re married is okay here, okay? Thanks (did I miss something?)

a/n // I put translation for the Mando‘a words at the end, so you don‘t get confused but I also have the link to the dictionary right here

Took me long enough to write this 😮‍💨 Thank god my exam is over (and I stressed for nothing, it was actually really easy), so here you go with my first ever din fic, I hope you like it x

Masterlist// Mando‘a dictionary I used // my kofi 🩷

It felt strange to be sitting here, in a bar on Mos Eisley, surrounded by all kinds of people, droids, and even a few bounty hunters.

It wasn't the feeling of sitting in a cantina that was weird. No, it was more the feeling of not having to accept a job. You were not here to look for one. In the last months you had almost had no break, and now you could finally lean back a little. The thought, of picking out a nice place with Mando for the three of you for the next few days, pleased you.

But before you did that, you just had to have the ship repaired a bit, after it had taken quite some damage.

Mando was still at Peli Motto's place, busy showing her the ship and checking the price for the repair. You had been looking around the bar ever since he left, hoping he'd be back soon. The jobs of the last weeks had been unique, the wages you had collected for them were easily enough to sit back and relax for a few days, even after getting the razor crest repaired.

You were sitting at a free spot at the bar of the cantina and watched the people and other beings talking to each other. Some argued, some laughed with each other.

You wondered how long it would take for Mando to-

"Hey there, gorgeous." someone sat down next to you, interrupting your thoughts.

You looked at the stranger for a moment, eyeing him. He had to be your age, a few strands of his dark hair fell into his face, and his eyes were not only gleaming with a deep blue, but with an extreme amount of confidence. "I didn't expect to see an angel today." he smirked in a way that almost made you laugh. He didn't lack any confidence, that was for sure.

You drew your brows together, and tilted your head slightly as you looked at him.

"Say, does that work on any woman?"

At his next sentence, you were sure he definitely had a drink too much or just a little too much self-confidence to flirt so shamelessly.

"You're not any woman." he winked.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded with an amused smile. "Oh, is that so?" you chuckled lightly.

"You're here with someone?" he asked, leaning closer. You immediately brought some more space between the two of you again, "I am, actually."

"Well, then where are they?" he asked with a grin that told you he didn't believe you. "Right here." you could hear Mando's deep, modulated voice. Your heart made a little jump when you turned your head and saw him walking straight towards you.

If looks could kill, this wannabe bounty hunter would be six feet underground by now. Mando's jaw had clenched when he saw the stranger talk to you. His jealousy stewing at the mere thought of another man looking at you this way. He’d been ready to stomp up to him and place a good, hard punch right at this fool's flirtatious face.

"Me'bana?" Mando asked, looking at you. His hand naturally found its place on your waist.

"Nothing," you leaned a little closer to him, "Kaysh mirsh solus."

Mando's light, breathy laugh made you almost turn into a puddle. 'He's an idiot.' you'd told him in Mando's native tongue, so the stranger in front of you wouldn't understand.

You had learned it when you started to accompany Mando. He was confused at first, to say at least, as to why you'd wanted to actually learn the language. But you wanted to get to know Mando, that included his native tongue. And besides, it was fun, sitting in the razor crest next to him, Grogu on your lap, learning to speak and read the extraordinary language of your Mandalorian.

"Hey, just so you know," said one started again, "Unalike that tin can there, I can show my face whenever, my lips too." he smirked. His obvious confusion about the two of you speaking in a language he'd never heard but knew must've been Mando'a.

You politely declined his request, slowly getting annoyed. "Thank you very much, but I actually really like the tin can right here."

Mando wanted to kiss you so bad, show you off as his, but he couldn't. That's just how it was, he couldn't take off his helmet. He was proud of his religion, it was part of him. You'd probably wouldn't even let him take it off, even if he tried. That was one of the many reasons he loved you so deeply. You respected his religion, tried to understand and learn about it.

And he could always take it off when the two of you were back in the privacy of the razor crest. He loved the curious look on your face every time he did, as if it was the first time you've seen his face.

But the truth was, that you were enamored with his features, the patchy beard paired with the mustache, his brown eyes and the brown curls… You could just never get enough of him.

Even before you two were married, you always loved to play with the ends of his fluffy hair, whenever it was getting longer once again. It was never much, but enough.

He had other ways to make sure everyone, especially the fool in front of you, knew you belonged to him.

"We need to look for our child." he was well aware that people believed he meant a human child when he referred to Grogu as "child" or "kid".

The look on the boy's face made a smug smile appear on Din's face, carefully hidden by the beskar helmet. He was so satisfied with himself, you could practically feel it spill over, and you didn't even need to see his face for it. You just chuckled quietly.

"Next time," Mando said, "watch who you talk to. My wife is off limits, understand?" his voice cold, almost threatening.

The eyes of the stranger widened, hearing the title.

You took Mando's gloved hand from where it was still firmly placed on your waist, and intertwined your fingers with his.

"C'mon, let's go," you smiled up at your riduur. You turned back around to address the guy, trying to sound nice, "It was nice meeting you."

With that, you left him sitting there, Mando‘s grip on your hand tightening in a protective manner, as you left the cantina.

When you were back at the ship, you could see Grogu fast asleep in his pod, "He's the most adorable thing I've ever seen." you say to Mando, looking at the little being with a look of pure love. Mando‘s heart warmed at the sight of you and Grogu. His little odd family.

"Even more than you getting all jealous of that guy back in the cantina." you grinned at him teasingly.

Mando stepped closer to you, his hands on your hips once again. You slung your arms around his neck.

"I wasn‘t-" but he interrupted himself, he was jealous, so much so that he would've loved to take his blaster out of the holster, even if it was just for show. "I was protecting my aliit." Family. You could barely get your fastening heartbeat under control, no matter how many times he'd say it. "I'm all yours, Din."

"Good." he said, and lowered his head. You could feel the cold beskar of his helmet touch your forehead. A Mandalorian kiss. You loved when he showed you his love that way. You closed your eyes, just soaking up the moment. You couldn‘t see it, but Mando had also closed his eyes, his hands still on your waist, he tried to memorize every little detail about this, about you.

After some time, spent taking the other in, after savoring the intimacy, you could hear a content sigh voice through his modulator.

"I'll look after you, always." His hand wandered to your cheek and cupped it gently. “And trust me,” he huffed, "I won't let anyone flirt with my wife like that, cyar'ika." 

You grinned up at him. You couldn't wait to be all alone with him, leaving Grogu in the cockpit to sleep, and kiss him. Oh, how badly you just wanted to give his lips a little peck. You settled for wrapping your arms tightly around his armored middle, pressing yourself against his chest. 

Mando's arms around your shoulders, he leaned his helmet against your hair. Even if all you could feel was his armor, it was still him. Your Mandalorian. Your husband. "I love you, mesh'la." the modulator had barely picked it up. He'd whispered it into your hair, like he couldn't believe that you were his. That he had the privilege to be the one to hold you… to love you. And to be loved by you. 

"You know," you started smiling at him innocently, „since the baby's asleep, I thought you could show me how much. I mean, just so I know-"

"Haav." he interrupted you, his voice low, "Now." This was no plead, no, a demand. You chuckled and started walking to the makeshift bed you shared with him.

Behind you, you could hear him taking off his helmet, and you could barely hold in your excitement to finally see his face again. You had really missed it, although you've just seen him this morning before getting up. His armor followed next, a second later you could feel his arms wrap themselves around you. "Too many clothes." he whispered into your ear, his voice clear without the modulator. It gave you goosebumps all over your body, "Take them off then.".

Mando‘a translations:

ner = my, mine

riduur = partner, spouse, husband, wife

Me‘bana? = What‘s happening? What happened?

Kaysh mirsh solus = He‘s an idiot (lit. His brain cell is lonely)

cyar‘ika = darling, sweetheart

mesh‘la = beautiful

aliit = clan name, identity, family

haav = bed

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[oh-lordy-lord-save-me]

Jay do you have any ideas for side characters in your tmnt version? :0

yes!! i’m planning on including characters from the ‘87 show and perhaps the older comics to add my own spin on them,,,

characters like bebop and rocksteady, mondo gecko, the triceratons, armaggon, irma, carter, and nobody are definitely on the list.

i dont think ive spoken on bebop and rocksteady on here yet. they are henchmen to the foot as they have graciously offered them a home after their accidental contact with mutagen, which turned them into a warthog and rhino. they used to ship mutagen but lost the job immediately after that incident.

irma is an old friend of april. while april pursued bio engineering, irma pursued software engineering. (this may change) she is an ally of the tmnt but doesn’t put herself in the front lines.

carter is an ex foot ninja. he is later introduced as a way to show how many ninja of the foot clan have become to doubt the shredder’s leadership, as it was discovered that hamato yoshi is not truly dead.

nobody is a vigilante who has a particular strong distaste with anything to do with the foot

armaggon is a bounty hunter and wannabe lord of the galaxy.

not all of these are solid. i’ll probably change up a few things!!

[wannabebountyhunter]

I wanted to animate these two for a while, finally got around to do it!

Astor belongs to me

Lou belongs to @lucky-lou

[hp-fanfic-archive]

A-Z AU Rec List

Saw this A-Z list of AU writing prompts and decided to make a rec list based on it! This has a little bit of everything, pairings wise, so hopefully there’s something for everyone.

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B: Bounty Hunter AU Bounty Hunter by SnippyandSnarky [drarry, M, 32k] Set after the 7th book. Voldemort is nearly defeated. A familiar bounty hunter is picking off Death Eaters one by one. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

C: College AU Wannabe Your Lover by Maraudererasmut & shadow_prince [wolfstar, M, 15k] Somewhere in America, Fall of 1997 - Returning to University, James refused to room with Sirius in the wake of The Great Cheez-it Battle of '96. They must adjust to living with someone new, Mr. Potter worried they'd both get scurvy, James unsuccessfully continued trying to court one Lily Evans, Snape got what was coming to him, and Sirius was the most confused of them all.

D: Do-Over (Second Chance) AU Do It All Over Again (Series) by DracoWillHearAboutThis [drarry, E, 468k] All he wanted was a way out. A way to do it all over again, and to erase his mistakes. He stared at the crackling blue flames so hard they imprinted in his vision. At age eleven, Draco receives a letter from the future, which will make him change the path he has set out upon and lead him into a life he'd never dared to imagine. (also available as a podfic)

E: Emergency Responders AU Oh, We Lost Magic by nerakrose [wolfstar, jily, G, 4k] The year is 1985 and Sirius, Remus, James and Lily are working as paramedics in muggle London, living seemingly normal lives…except there's really an awful lot of weird things going on.

F: Fake Dating AU Distractions by morningsound15 [hermione/ginny, T, 86k] Ginny sighed and slumped back in her seat. “You’re letting him win. He’s winning the breakup!” “Everything you’re saying is ridiculous! You can’t win a breakup.” “Obviously you can, and Ron is doing it!” “You’re being childish. Not everything is about winning and losing.”

G: Ghost AU Another Day in the Sun by REwrites [wolfstar, T, 19k] Is it haunted? I suppose that depends on who is telling the story.

H: Historical Fiction AU Blood and Brimestone by calanthe_fic [drarry, E, 42k] The Inquisition claims it reforms and cleanses Prodigals of their demonic heritage, but Captain Harry Potter learns that the Church has lost its way and is worse by far than the devils in Hells Below. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

I: Investigation AU Caught by Phiso [wolfstar, G, 4k] Sirius Black was the thief no one could catch – at least, not until he met his match in Detective Inspector Remus Lupin.

J: Jazz Club AU A Specter of The Night [+Podfic] by writer-or-whatever [wolfstar, T, 1k] Roaring 20s Wolfstar AU OR The one where Sirius turns up out of the blue as a Jazz singer and Remus is confused and still very much in love.

K: Knitting AU Charmed Wool by winnett [drarry, E, 11k] Draco works for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department (MMAD). Tracking down an illegal knitter of charmed jumpers takes him to County Cork where he never expected to find the missing Chosen One. (also available as a pdf or e-book file)

L: Lycanthropy AU seventeen moons by we_built_the_shadows_here [snily, G, 6k] “The scar is small, at least,” Pomfrey says, pulling the bandage snug around the cleaned wound. There’s a pity in her voice that makes Severus want to throw up again. “It will be easily covered.” Dumbledore catches him inspecting it, as if mesmerized. “You are lucky to have survived at all,” the Headmaster says. Severus does not say I don’t feel very lucky because it is stupid and obvious. Instead, he says unsteadily, “I want to press charges, sir.” Pomfrey stills, tightening the bandage to the point of discomfort. “Remus Lupin would be executed,” Dumbledore says. “The Ministry takes a dim view of werewolves who infect other wizards.”

M: Musician AU Bubblegum Blues by reachthetree [wolfstar, M, 5k] Remus actually looks down as she smiles, like a shy teenager in a first kiss scenario, and it gives Sirius deja vu. She’s lived this exact moment before. Only in another life. When Remus lifts the bass, Sirius sees a tattoo on the back of her upper arm, and drops her little notebook on the sticky floor. She’s only known one other person with a tattoo like that. But it can’t be… Can it?

N: No Voldemort AU Sing Me a (Christmas) Love Song by andromedablacc [James/Sirius, G, 1k] James is a famous Quidditch player, and once upon a time Sirius was famous in his own right.

O: Office AU Of Tinsel and Nice Starts by nerakrose [wolfstar, G, 2k] Mysterious clouds and strange coffee abounds. Office romance.

P: Photographer AU Rule of Thirds by bluepeony [wolfstar, G, 2k] Modern AU: Sirius Black, star of the university's football team, only wants one thing: a teensy-weensy, harmless little kiss.

Q: Quidditch Player AU our kiss is as the moon to draw by blackkat [lily/narcissa, T, 1k] “Problems, cousin?” Narcissa calls to Sirius, cool and sugar-sweet. She’s smirking, braid of pale hair coming loose, and Lily should absolutely be cheering for Gryffindor, but she can't help herself. As Narcissa turns into a sharp dive, snatching the Quaffle right out of James's hands as she passes, she whoops, clapping her hands together. “I think this is the part where I'm supposed to call you a traitor,” Remus observes from the seat beside her, as dry as dust, though he hasn’t even lifted his gaze from his book.

R: Receptionist AU They don't love you like I love you by moonlightgalleon [wolfstar, G, 5k] Hospital receptionist Remus Lupin usually invites superheroes as guests for the kids. That is, until he gets the unusual request of inviting villain The Canis.

S: Soulmate AU Amare Series by ABlackRaven [harry/cedric, T, 173k] Cedric feels drawn to protect Harry Potter. Whether this be from Dementors on a Quidditch pitch or the tasks of a life-threatening tournament, he's determined to help him. He can't help but worry about the younger boy. Eventually friendship takes root and potentially…something more? Harry feels drawn to Cedric, safe when he is near. He certainly has no shortage of dangers in his life, from an abusive home life to the growing threat of Voldemort. He cant help the guilt that he puts Cedric in danger by proximity. Eventually friendship takes root and potentially…could he hope for something more? And when the end of the third task goes horribly wrong, will either of them survive? A rewrite of Book 4 revolving around Harry and Cedric.

T: Time Travel AU Escaping the Paradox by Meri [snarry, E, 35k] After Harry is thrown back in time to 1971, he has several choices to make. (also available as a podfic)

U: Undercover AU The Chosen One & The Halfblood Prince by waitingondaisies [Harry & Severus, T, 93k] Severus Snape was discovered as a spy mere days before the start of the school year. Thankfully, Albus had been working on a vague contingency plan for this possibility. It had been inspired by the question, “What would it take for Severus Snape to see that he was wrong about Harry Potter?” The answer? Force Severus to go undercover as Alfonse “Eli” Hopkirk, a sixth year Gryffindor.

V: Vampire AU Immortal Claim by ladyofsilverdawn [snarry, E, 16k] Harry needs Snape's cooperation to solve a case, but navigating vampiric culture and Snape's powerful allure proves more challenging than he anticipates.

W: Western AU Hell and High Water by Krethes [susan bones/pansy parkinson, T, 7k] Pansy is the daughter of the leader of a notorious band of outlaws that's been running this dusty old town for as long as she can recall. Then one day a new sheriff rides into town with her pretty little niece at her side who keeps making pretty little eyes at Pansy and -- aw, hell. (also available as a podfic)

X: N/A

Y: Youtube AU real life has no appeal by orphan_account [wolfstar, G, 7k] In which Remus is Lily's roommate and Sirius, James and Peter break into places.

Z: Zombie AU Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites [dramione, E, 356k] After Voldemort, there was this. The clock is ticking to create a cure to the unimaginable horror that currently grips the world. Hermione finds herself unwillingly allied with the most hated man in Wizarding Britain. (also available as a podfic)

Yes, yes, I know. The first and last list items are the same, but there are only so many zombie and/or apocalypse AUs.

[hoboscruff]

Listen up all you wannabe gunslingers and bounty hunters, fresh papers off the Vanguard desk for anyone who hankering for glimmer

[knightscanfeeltoo]

Would you Trust Bridget with Boba Fett's Disintegrator Pistol????

(I doubt that Bridget would be as Ruthless as the Infamous Bounty Hunter from Star Wars maybe...)

[tatooineknights]

Day Three: Set Up For Failure - "I Warned You"

How could he have been so stupid?

Han warned him that something wasn’t right about the transmissions they were receiving from the small moon near Ruusan, but Luke, ever eager for more knowledge about the Jedi, ignored him. The X-Wing had been personally commissioned to him and for the first time in a year, he had shore leave. What could the harm be in a little investigation? He’d be alright – he had the Force, and a lightsaber. A basic understanding of the Force, at least. Which is more than most could claim. It would only take a few minutes at most, Artoo could just stay at the ship.

Luke grunted beneath the gag wrapped around his head; his captors initially were kind enough to let him speak but his incessant whining proved to be a weapon too dangerous for the young Skywalker to possess, hence the gag. The binds over his wrist were feeble.. if only he had a better control of the Force, he could get himself out of this mess. These were amateurs, bounty hunters at best, not Imperials.

Which made the capture all the more humiliating.

Luke arrived at the base only a few hours prior, blaster in hand, walking around the abandoned facility. He wasn’t sure if it once belonged to the Jedi or if it was some kind of memorial, a study, perhaps? The architecture was cold, brutal and uninspiring, which made the few tapestries and statues stand out. It was only when he reached the sublevel of the base, approaching the holocron that sat in the center of a podium, that it all went wrong; the holocron burst into static (a fake!) and caught Luke off guard, as a cuff flew out from the edge of the podium, wrapping around his left wrist and then to his right as he struggled to free himself, with a hand from behind taking his lightsaber.

When he was unable to use the Force to free himself or summon his lightsaber, the lowly mercs laughed and thought him to be a Jedi wannabe. They didn’t need to be concerned about what he would do; the capture was the priority, and now as a prisoner, he was secondary, as they left to bring the rest of their company. It was definitely a bruise to his ego, and one he would not forget. Likewise, the bruise over his left temple from an incapacitating strike still pulsed, though it had gotten better with the passing hours. Enough for him to finally concentrate in this dark cell.  

Breathe. Just.. breathe.

It was always so hard for Luke to find himself at one with the Force; so many questions left unanswered, doubts that reverberated down to his soul, a mind never at peace as it continually searched for more. Desperation was all that seemed to work in his favor. Luke’s eyes rolled back in his head, as he tried to sense the mechanical lock in the binds. Just a snap and a turn, right? He could do it, now that he had the time to himself, free of distraction.

But his mind kept going to his lightsaber, which dangled uselessly on the other side of the cell. The only time that Luke kept that weapon away, the only connection he had to his father and the legend of the Jedi, was at night when it was time for bed. He needed it. The absence of it frightened him; what if he never got it back? What use would Luke Skywalker be without a lightsaber? Who would Luke Skywalker be without it? The echo of his father’s legacy was his primary calling.

Luke tried to call for the weapon – come to me, please.

It tilted and shifted briefly in the air, before slumping back down, rattling against the walls of the cell. Too loud. What if his captors had returned and heard? The lightsaber was too much of a gamble, his skill wasn’t there yet. The lock, Luke, he reminded himself. Why did he always have to make things harder?

His eyebrows furrowed, biting the inside of his lips as he sought the image of the bind in his head, gritting his teeth as it came to fruition. It was almost there.. almost. His neck tilted as he saw the delicate mechanism before him, crystal clear, waiting for a phantom hand to grasp it. Just touch it… touch it..

Click.

The binds unclasped themselves from his wrists, dropping down to the floor. Luke pulled down the gag from his lips, letting out an audible gasp for air. “You’re mine again, pal,” Luke said, leaping to his feet as he collected the lightsaber, holding it reliably in his right hand. “Time to get out of here.”

The cyan light of his weapon shot into the air, giving him a sense of power after hours of uselessness. He charged forward through the abandoned halls, haphazardly slashing through panels and pipes; the mercs would not be pleased with what their wannabe Jedi did to their communications system and air filtration. He smirked to himself as he collected his breath, racing toward the discrete place he landed. At least he was smart enough for no one to detect the ship.

“Artoo, we’re getting out of here!” Luke commanded as he jumped into the cockpit, ignoring the frantic cues and whistles from his little friend. He was thankful the droid listened to him for once and didn’t go on ahead scouting, as he was prone to do. “I know, I know! I’m sure you were worried but I have no time to explain. We’re going to be expecting company.”

The ship began to prime for takeoff, Luke flipping through switches as he pinged a comm to the rebellion. Artoo beeped back at Luke as they lifted into the air, causing him to look down and read his response. “My forehead? Oh,” the young Jedi-in-training said, his hand brushing against the purple dusting over his left eye. It caused him to wince, grimacing at the youth. “Just a little gift from some friends. Don’t worry, I plan on returning the favor.”

As Luke went into orbit, his radar sensed three small freighters approaching the moon. “They’re coming right for us, Artoo,” he hissed. Maybe the whole Force thing wasn’t something he understood just yet – but a cockpit? That was his natural element, and those mercs were sure to regret messing with this Jedi.

[epsilon-13]

I'm not going to lie. I completely missed the pink poncho the first like two times I fought that oggdo bogdo, how ever you spell it's name.

First time, didn't have to scomp link

Second time, completely forgot about it, and some how just scanned right passed it.

Third time, didn't fight that frog wannabe looking thing, but two bounty hunter and saw it when I got pushed into a "corner"(it was just the wall it's a round room).

Not my best moments...

[lava-lampa]

redesigning Rolly (weirdcore troll) and Willow (heavy metal troll) 💥 my little bounty hunter wannabes

what a pair of weirdoes, i love 'em so much 🗣️‼️

bonus shitpost:

[burnwater13]

Peli Motto speaking with Din Djarin near his ship, where it was parked in her repair bay, in Mos Eisley, on Tatooine. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 2, The Passenger. Calendar by DateWorks.

Grogu didn’t really know if Peli Motto was an excellent judge of character or not. She didn’t seem to care even the least little bit that his guardian was a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter. It seemed absurd to Grogu to think that a person like Peli didn’t have at least a couple bounty fobs active, given her razor sharp business practices. Or maybe she blamed Treadwell and the Pit Droids for that? Whatever she did, Grogu was always expecting someone to bring a fob to her and say something about being warm or cold. But she was fearless.

Even when that obnoxious, wannabe bounty hunter, held her at blaster point, Peli still had sharp words for him as well as for Din Djarin when he came back and saved them both. Now she was right back at it convincing them that she knew someone who knew someone who knew someone who would help them for the right price. It sounded like a game show. Or a trick that Grogu’s friend Ian played on some of the more gullible Jedi Knights when they were on Coruscant. 

Given what both Ian and Peli were like, Grogu wouldn’t have been a bit surprised to find out that she was Ian’s long lost sister, or cousin, or aunt, or mother. They were two people who were cut from the same bulkhead. Tough as beskar and twice as useful… for a price. 

Ian would charge people chores and snacks, and sometimes, if the ‘job’ was particularly onerous, he would find a way to get a day off from lessons. Grogu wondered about that, but considering how hard it was for some of the masters to even see him in a room full of younglings, he had no cause to worry about being present or not. The few times he was with Ian on some sort of secret mission, the affected instructor just took it for granted that he/she simply failed to notice him.

He could well imagine that Peli had been the same way when she had been that age. Haggling with vendors over a black melon while she was surreptitiously filling her pockets with cava nuts. If Ian had been with her, Grogu had no doubt that the cart would get knocked over by an ‘unseen’ force and they would have both ‘helped’ that vendor put everything back in place, all the while filling their pockets with whatever thing(s) they valued most. Ian was a sucker for cava nuts and Grogu was certain that Peli would have been able to sweep up all the loose credits. That poor vendor would never know what hit them when the two of them then used those swept up credits to buy things that were too big to just walk away with. 

Knowing that they both had that streak of independence, as Ian had called it, made missing Ian a little easier, because any time Grogu saw Peli, he would immediately think of his friend and feel certain that if anyone could get away from Coruscant with all of the Emperor’s forces chasing them, Ian was that one person. Just the thought of that made Grogu laugh. 

He’d helped Ian leave the Jedi Temple because his friend had a bad feeling about something that day. He’d told Grogu not to worry. He’d be fine. 

“Listen, Kid. Those guys will confuse you for Master Yoda more times than there are planets in this galaxy. That means they’ll be twice as afraid of you as they would be of me. I gotta go now, while the odds are in my favor.”

Grogu remembered nodding his head and being sad. Ian was his best friend and if he was leaving, Grogu didn’t want to stay behind.

“Naw, you gotta stay. Master Beq will know something’s up if we’re both gone. I just need a good head start. No one here will ever let anything bad happen to you. You aren’t just special, you’re unique. Now hand me that blaster that you lifted from Master Drallig. I’ll need where I’m goin’.”

Grogu had handed Ian the blaster and then opened the roof hatch to the arboretum and closed it after Ian was racing across the roof to the  mini-air taxi that Ian had obtained somewhere, somehow. Grogu hadn’t asked because he really never thought he had enough time for the whole story. Much like Peli, Ian was always happy to spin a yarn out if he thought that would impress someone. Grogu was rarely the person that Ian cared to impress. It was usually the other way around.

He remembered going back to their room and sighing. He went over to his sleeping couch and found a flimsy covered with neat printing that laid out exactly how many credits, snacks, and chores Grogu had owed Ian with a note at the bottom of the page that said ‘Paid in Full’. A small set of dice rested in the flimsy. Grogu smiled at them. They were Ian’s favorite possession. Now they were his. He slipped them into his pocket and promised himself that the next time he saw his friend he’d give them back. He was happy that in his own case he was an excellent judge of character. Just like Peli.