#your backgrounds are AMAZING what the heck

[ophelialoveshandsomemen]

Say what you will about Van Helsing 2004; hate it, love it, be indifferent, But the All-Hallow's masquerade ball went sooooo hard and it had zero right to do so! It's a fun, campy, monster mash movie with wonderfully dated ( and expensive) cgi and non-stop action meant to be a popcorn flick one takes out to watch around spooky season. And it has this* chef's kiss* GORGEOUS 6 minute sequence plopped arbitrarily in the second act, which unexpectedly surpasses nearly every other ball in the last 30+ years of film( notable exception being the Cinderella 2015 ball) for literally no reason other than to be dramatic af.

Like feast your eyes on this Gothic masterpiece!!! Who doesn't want to immediately live in this picture?!??

They used those candles with oil in them so that they would have real candles, real string orchestra( I believe), probably around 100 real life extras( something which is tragically absent in modern film), said extras are all in beautiful fully decked-out costumes( which are in luxuriously dark colours, but nearly no fully black, another thing you cannot say for much modern cinema), REAL CIRQUE DU SOLEIL PERFORMERS for all the acrobatics!!!! Hell, instead of filming in a sound stage, where they could control the reverb and the acoustics and the size of the set and the bloody lighting ( they apparently had a heck of a time emulating the firelight for this sequence) and the temperature( it's very cold in stone churches!) better, they filmed in a Baroque church in Prague! As I said, peak dramatic splendour, jfc...

Think about that a second...They filmed a vampire masquerade in a Baroque Catholic Church( St. Nicholas' in Lesser Town, if you were curious) with amazing over-the-top acoustics and marble statues and real, tiled floors and marble pillars and a choir loft which they very much utilized, covered the pipe organ and the altar with a grand brocade curtain so it wouldn't be so obviously a, you know, a church! And there's a gold gilt elevated and canopied pulpit into which they put two vampire kiddies for, again, the sake of being dramatic.

And the costumes! They remind me of the 25th anniversary Phantom of the Opera Masquerade costumes. Same quality, like they're old, well-cared-for costumes pulled out of a warehouse, instead of fast industry churn-outs. With lots of trim and colour and masks and lace and feathers and..just...ugh.. they are all perfect! Just look at all the head pieces on the ladies and the hats on all the gentleman ( save Dracula of course) and the powdered wigs on the musicians. ANNNNDD! The dresses are historically correct!!!!!! It's the 80's bustle era! Nobody does the 80's bustle era in film anymore and it's a bummer. Oh and one other thing! Anna's ( and other women's) hair, at least here in the ball, is also historically accurate because it's all pinned up! None of those fucken modern beachwaves at a ball! Everybody's got updo's!

Gah, I swear, Dracula in his gold cloak really does things to me in this scene!

By the way, the acrobatics are bonkers in here for just background stuff!! Especially the random guys on unicycles and the dude playing the violin whilst standing on a ball...Like....WHAT?

Anyways, all this to say, that this masquerade ball feels sooo real and tangible and because of that it blows every other film out of the water, and no, I will not change my mind!!!!!

Here's a few more gifs, bcuz, why the hell not, this scene is sexy as fuu*ck?

Alright I need to go to bed now.

[doromoni]

Lunch Preferences | LN4

Ships: Lando Norris x Personal Chef! Reader , Platonic! Oscar Piastri x Personal Chef! Reader

Warnings : None

Genre: fluff

Summary : Oscar’s food always tasted better and Lando finds out why.

Part 2

Lando was never adventurous when it came to certain things , most importantly when it came to the food that he consumed — His best friend Max could vouch on that , heck the entire grid and the whole McLaren hospitality can say it.

When it came down to it , when Lando didn’t like the ingredient used in the meal served in the Motorhome cafeteria, a special meal is always prepared for the Golden Boy of Mclaren. Most find it funny but the kitchen staff found it extremely annoying; to them Lando was a diva.

Kitchen personnel and caterers are shuffled within motorhomes and during races in different countries and it became problematic for Mclaren due to the new personnel’s lack of knowledge of their driver’s preferences. Funnily enough, this has become an issue much so that a protocol has been made stating that when a new driver is signed they are given their own personal chef that tours around with them during the races.

Cut to Oscar Piastri joining the Papaya Family, and Y/n L/n had been added to the roster. The Australian driver and Y/n had met during Oscar’s F2 season and had quickly formed a bond, by bond meaning Y/N fuels Oscar’s obsession with sweets. The aussie became obsessed, much so that when the “personal chef” clause came up in his contract, his immediate answer was “ Y/N L/N”.

“Osc what the hell? What do you mean you got me a job at Mclaren? Are you high on sugar again?” You asked in disbelief as you stared at the Australian, eyebrow raised.

You and Oscar are currently in his kitchen in his apartment in the UK. You were trying to bake your f2 paddock famous cookies while Oscar tries to help , emphasis on tries.

“Oh come on Y/N! You’re perfect for this. You know my likes and dislikes . Plus you know how to trick me into eating my veggies” Oscar said exasperatingly.

“ Oscar as much as I love to feed you , you know that I cant travel with you, I have a job remember? Plus Im not a professional chef , you dummy! I just cook as a passion” You muttered softly trying to get your point across.

“Then quit! I know you hate your job y/n. This is your chance! I made sure that they’ll pay you handsomely ~ more than your current pay . I swear! PLUS you get to travel with me and you get to explore food all over the world” The boy did made a whole lot of sense…

“Fine , let me see the contract” Then an enormous grin plasters itself on his face.

***

* Brownies

“Holy Crap , Mate! These brownies are killer! Where did you get these?” Logan exclaimed as he continued to stuff his face with Oscar’s snacks prepared by Y/N of course.

“My chef made them for ME , Logan. Hands off “ Oscar swatted the American’s hand as he tried to get another piece.

“What are you two idiots up-to now? “ Alex spoke as he came near the duo, Lando right on his tail.

“Oscar brought these amazing brownies and He wont share! Come on mate, just one more” Logan once again tried to reach for the bag only to be denied once again.

“Ohhh, let me try some of that!” Alex laid out his hand , and Logan complaining in the background saying “unfair “ as Oscar gave Alex one.

“You weren’t kidding! these are good. Lando try one” Alex gestured towards Lando.

Lando looking a bit apprehensive, took the offered treat and took a bite. As the Brit chewed , he couldn’t stop eating till there was no more. Screw belgian chocolate, that brownie was his favorite food now.

“Oscar, give me another.” Lando requested to his now younger teammate.

“Nope~ these are mine” Oscar grinned teasingly as he stood up , away from the reach of his fellow drivers

“Oscarrrr , give em up you muppet!” Lando whined and pouted .

“No! Ask your chef to make you one. “ Oscar implored.

“But the ones they make aren’t as good as thoseee” Lando continued to whine

“I know, this is Y/N’s special recipe. “ Oscar replied mockingly, a playful grin on his face as we waved them goodbye.

“Damn, Y/N made those? No wonder they tasted amazing” Logan muttered catching the attention of Lando.

“Y/N? Who?” Lando asked now curious .

“Oh, Y/N is our friend. Well now Oscar’s personal chef too. We met when Oscar and I were racing in F2. She used to bring us her cooking after the race.”

“Damn, did she put cocaine on those brownies or something?” Alex said wanting another bite.

“Did you say that she’s Oscar’s chef? That would mean that she’s in Mclaren right now?” Lando asked yet again to the now bemused American.

“Yes?” And with that Lando Norris is on a mission. Find the lady who makes extremely delicious brownies.

“Y/N” Lando muttered your name under his breath as he traversed towards his own motorhome with a purpose.

Finally reaching his destination only to be bombarded by his Pr manager pulling him along towards his media duties

Lando’s brownie mission was a fail

“Hey, do you know who’s Y/N?”

* Wok fried noodles

“ Ok so , Oscar will be done in a few minutes then it will be your turn” Lando’s manager , Valerie, explained as He was getting ready for the interview set up by Mclaren for a special edition for a motorsport magazine of some sorts.

“You should take a bite of your lunch , Lan. I don’t think you’ll be getting time to do so later” valerie explained, as she nudged the now cold , barely touched container of food towards the British driver.

“But there fish in it ,Val” The brit frowned as he glanced on his supposed to be lunch. How many times did he have to say NO FISH.

“It’s not even touching th-��� valerie tried to explain but was cut of by Lando as he exclaimed

“But it’s near a fish!” To which Valerie could only sigh and nod.

Then a knock and an opening of a door happened along with Oscar popping his head in — who appears to be carrying chopsticks and a container of sorts.

“ Hey, mate! They said it’ll be your turn in 15 mins or so” Oscar said as he scoops his lunch into his mouth.

“What ya eating there bud?” Lando couldn’t help ask as the savory aroma filled his room and a rumble came to his stomach.

“Some low carb noodle dish Y/N made , not really sure what’s it called . Tasted great tho.” The Australian said .

“Lemme have a bite” Lando waved his hands towards Oscar . With a shrug , oscar did.

As He took a bite , Lando could only think of one thing.

“Where could I get myself a Y/N”

* Spring Rolls

Practice 1 had just finished and the drivers have an hour or 2 to rest and kill time . And for our youngest Aussie driver on the grid it is time to annoy his lovely friend Y/N.

“ Hey, Y/N… could you please make extra servings of what ever you’re making for my lunch?” Oscar asked sheepishly

“Osc, No! You have to follow a strict calorie count and your trainer will kill me!” You said as you stoped what you were doing .

“It’s not for me, Its for Lando! He always eats my food “ Oscar explains and you understood clearly. Nodding with a smile , you shooed Oscar away.

“Thanks , Angel! “ Oscar left but not before leaving a kiss on your head.

You then set out to make lunch for 2 drivers, and finishing by packing them separately . You never forgot to leave a message on Oscar’s meals as encouragements to your closest friend

Your eyes go towards the food intended for Lando. You were contemplating whether you should write something or not. Biting your lip you took another piece of post it and started writing.

Maybe this is your chance to get the driver’s attention and shoot your shot. You have been crushing on the British driver for who knows how long. Tutting yourself you shake your head from your thoughts and delusions.

In the post it wrote ,

Dear, Lando

A little birdie told me that you liked my cooking , ey? Oh! I heard that you liked spring rolls so I made you a few. No fish , I promise. Hope you enjoy! And good luck on the race! I’ll be cheering on the sidelines 🧡

P.S. thank Osc , he begged me to tag you along :P

— Y/N

***

Butterflies filled Lando’s stomach as he opened the lunch box you made for him. You cooking for him and writing a note felt so domestic , like a wife and husband.Lando became a giggly mess as he re-read your note again and again.

He remembered the time when he first saw you. You were with Oscar in the Mclaren motorhome , sitting on the lounge when your eyes met his and you gave Lando a smile — it was only passing but to Lando it was enough. To him you were so angelic .He imagined coming home to you and you would cook for him and all seemed fine in the world.

“ you know , you should just ask her out on a date” and suddenly Lando was startled out of his daydreaming

“Huh , what? Dreaming? Who was? “ Lando tried to act cool in front of Oscar who was now sniggering as he leaned on the doorframe.

“ I know that you like Y/N, Lando! Just ask the girl already “

“Who’s Y/N?” Oscar rolled his eyes at his teammate

“You’re both idiots .y’know? You both have goggly eyes for each other — it honestly hurts to see. Here’s her number . Please just go out. Or I swear I’ll lock the two of you in a room or something. “ Lando was flabbergasted by his teammate who was now exiting the room.

“Uhh… Thanks Osc!” The Brit broke out into a huge smile as he shouted towards the australian

“Yeah yeah , just don’t hurt her or I promise to crash into you in every race”

***

[jothemouse]

✨Another commission!!✨ What the heck???????

This piece was commissioned by @priya-san of a scene from her wonderful fanfic "Learning How to Live Again" featuring Harvey from Stardew Valley and her Farmer, Reshmi!⭐If you have the time, PLEASE go check out the fanfic this commission is for, it is absolutely amazing!!

Big thank you again to Priya-san for commissioning me!! I absolutely LOVED working on this, went maybe a touch overboard (I know I said no backgrounds but this barely counts!! I literally just stole a screenshot from the game a blurred the fuck out of it), and am so happy with how it came out!

And if you, dear viewers, would like a commission of your own, they are still open!! Or if you'd like to just offer your support I have ko-fi and, as always, the best way to support me is just by reblogging!!!

[galaxytoons]

THE RESULTS ARE IN!!!!!!

(Make sure to read this post completely to the end! Even if you didn’t win or even participate, there’s something at the end for you too!!!!)

It’s been a wonderful month, and I can’t believe how many of you participated! 17 of you, and all such amazing artwork! Now, sometime later today when I have time, I will DM the winners with their prize options and begin working on them. For now, let me announce them!!!!

5TH PLACE

Here in 5th place, we have @kalmiaclown ‘s awesome GIF!!!

The art style is absolutely adorable, and I loved the effects!!!! They look so silly, Congrats!

4TH PLACE

Now introducing 4th place, with @the-alien-incident ‘s 3D model!!!!

I can’t stress enough how awesome it is that you took the time and patience to make a hecking 3 DIMENSIONAL MODEL of a DTIYS of some silly nerd on Tumblr celebrating their 200 follower milestone. I love it so much, the detail is just—Chef’s kiss!!! This requires some serious skill.

3RD PLACE

In 3rd, we have… @lethal-spaceship ‘s DOPE ASS woods scene!

The colors? The lighting? The characters? The background? HNGHAHGAHGSGHSHSHSH JESUS CHRIST HOW. HOW DOES ONE ACCOMPLISH SUCH BEAUTY AND GRACE. MAD RESPECT.

2ND PLACE

Here in 2nd, we have…. @ossy-t00n ‘s—HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MASTERPIECE

This one was genuinely so hard to decide between this and the other one for 1st. I love it so much, this is probably one of my favorite images on the internet now. Thank you for blessing my eyes with this.

1ST PLACE

And last, but absolutely not least, we have, drumroll please…. @bonniecupcake ‘s glorious art!!!!

What isn’t to love of this divine image? The poses are awesome. The colors are amazing. This slaps so. fucking. hard. You cooked. You served. You ate. You left no crumbs. Thank you for this absolute MEAL of an artwork. Congratulations on your win.

Below the cut, you can see the rest of the participants art (in no particular rank or order) including a cosplay someone did!

then after that, is the prize for EVERYONE!

Credits (in order of appearance)

@asexual-spongebob @neskiq @boldlyangryshark @airglowairi @ghostorbz @banishmentplanet @aperfecttimeforscreaming @butter1knife @eepysillybug @deb-neb @bbonezie @the-huxler

now, are you guys ready?

okay, now. I’m going to link a google form. One poll for a character, one for a situation. You are to pick one option from each poll. At the end of the week, I will check the polls. And whatever character wins, I will draw them in the situation that wins.

Have fun! I’ve had a great time with you all :) And of course you can still draw for the DTIYS even though it’s over for fun, I’d still love to see your versions of this! <3 thanks again for 200, I guess now almost 300 followers! I’m really glad you all enjoy what I do as much as I enjoy it.

[bestanimatedmovie]

Choose your favorite!

Vote in the other polls!

What fans say:

Kung Fu Panda:

Honestly iconic. The progression of story, the message, the acting.

The way this movie balances tone is nothing less than astonishing to me. It's funny and lighthearted but also intense and dramatic and neither ever take away from the other. Every joke and emotional beat lands excellently. Not to mention. The fight scenes SLAP. And so does the score!!

It's just GOOD. I love how all of them were insanely genuine. Po genuinely wanted to be a Kung Fu master. The Furious Five genuinely wanted to be the very best like no one ever was. And Tai Lung genuinely wanted to kick the shit out of anyone that even looked at that dragon scroll. But seriously one of the best movies.

Treasure Planet:

The setting and focal relationship!

WHALES IN SPACE. Second best treasure island adaptation (#1 is muppets). The song The Song!!

Where do I begin with this movie? It blends CG and hand drawn animation beautifully. All of the backgrounds are gorgeous. There are so many cool alien designs. The score is absolutely perfect. The amount of detail put into the design and worldbuilding shines through. All of the characters are so much fun to watch, especially Long John Silver and Captain Amelia. This movie takes at least partial responsibility for my love of space/sky pirates. Also it was actively sabotaged by Disney so I need to vouch for it at every chance.

Space pirates in a classic novel. It's gorgeously animated with a blend of 2d and 3d. Also, LONG JOHN SILVER HAS A 3D HAND thats hecking impressive for a main character to be a blend of the two in 2002. Did I mention the twink protagonist and malewife for the rich halfwit son? The aliens are beautifully unique, and a mantis guy floats off into space. from a pirate ship. because they aren't just space pirates, they're aliens and cyborgs on pirate ships going through space. Which fucking rocks.

It's a genuinely creative adaptation of Treasure Island that has so much heart and incredible animation. It helped pioneer 3D animationa nd it was the first feature animated film to utilize both 2 and 3 D animation

The animation is so good, and the way that the antogonist isn't black and white, he genuinely cares for the protagonist <3

Pirate ships in space!

Watched this on loop as a kid, gave me solace for not growing up with a dad

It fucks

The ☆A n i m a t i o n☆!! And captain Amelia

It's so fun looking, cool character design. It's funny, it's emotional. I love it so very much please aaaaaaa

How this movie looks is absolutely amazing. A space-steampunk pirate story with fantastic visuals and (mostly) great characters. The vibes this movie has are off the charts. Jim is the bad-boy-good-heart kid, the doctor is a silly-goofy-but-oddly-competent support and Silver is a complex father-figure-who's-made-mistakes. Also MORT the cute little jelly that won me over in 0.5 seconds flat. I am also a slut for a good soundtrack and this one SLAPS. I will stand by my opinion that the Russian version of the song I'm Still Here did a better job of fitting the montage and the mood. That's a hill I will die on.

[petite-madame]

I just found again your account. I first saw your art when I was a teenager. And its been a while. Your art has felt like coming back to a brewed coffee and some pastries. Winter wind blowing against the coffee shop windows.

It feels like coming back home to fandoms i used to adore. And look at it fondly, in a nostalgic lense. You've worked very hard and honed your skill. I'm proud of how long you've been drawing and how you provided such joy and excitement in so many people. Heck even just sparked a glint in their eye whilst being on the internet.

Tu est merveilleuse. Tu as tellement contribué pour les fandoms. Merci énormément ♡

Hi anon ^^

First, I apologize it took me so long to answer. Messages kept piling up and it took me time to reach yours. 😳

This is one of the kindest messages I ever received. Not that other messages are not kind or sincere, or that I don't enjoy receiving or reading them but...you see what I mean ? 😳 Comparing my art and the feeling it brings you to "coming back to a brewed coffee and some pastries. Winter wind blowing against the coffee shop windows." is so...so poetic ? And strong ? And it talks to me, you see ? The nostalgia, the feels. 😭

It's really funny because I received a message from another anon who told me they hadn't "seen (my) art for years but it randomly came across (their) dash and (they) recognized the style right away" and I compared the experience to finding out that an old restaurant you used to go to as a kid was still open. That's me, I'm the restaurant, this little coffee shop that still tries to bring you good pastries. 🥳Sometimes, the menu changes a bit but it's still the same recipe and the same owner, who starts to get a bit old, but who is still enthusiastic about the new cakes available in his tiny shop.

I'm proud of how long you've been drawing and how you provided such joy and excitement in so many people.

I've always drawn, I think I will carry on as much as I can. And even if I draw for me (almost like a compulsion, a need), it's messages like yours that makes me carry on sharing my art on the internet because even if I have a "successful coffee shop", sometimes, I can't help thinking about some drawings I do "Nah, nobody's going to care about this one". 🤓 I forget about it but then, sometimes a few weeks later, I post the art and I receive messages from people telling me I made their day, that they were having a bad time but that my art cheered them up. It's incredible, right ? Someone is having a bad day in Milwaukee or Jakarta and me, and my stupid little "bakeries" helped them smile (*) for a couple of minutes. I think it's fantastic. So even if as an artist I love to share what I do, sometimes when I think that "nobody cares", I think about some random people and the possible positive outcome that my art can produce.

(*) Sometimes, I make people cry too because of death art and pretty angsty illustrations but that's another story. You're welcome, by the way 🤓

Of course, my artworks are not masterpieces, I'm not starting a pictural revolution, it's just TV show and movie characters doing "random stuff" but if these artworks that will be forgotten in 10 minutes will make someone smile just a couple of seconds at some point in time then, it was worth it. I guess. I hope so. (And sometimes, it's more than a couple of seconds because some people put my art as their desktop wallpaper or phone background. How awesome is that ? 🤩🥳)

Anyway, I'm rambling. 🙃🙃🙃 Thank you so much for this amazing message and for enjoying my art all these years. (Because I write, I write but I didn't even thank you!!)

I wish you a great weekend and I hope that you'll stop by my coffee shop again. 💗

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

🫶💖🫶thankyou🫶💖🫶

Request I did for @we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono

[crowniko]

after watching all of The Edge of Sleep (and then playing it on loop in the background three times for the heck of it) here are my thoughts! SPOILERS BELOW!!!

I LOVED Linda! she was my favorite character in the show, of course gotta love good ol Dave and Matteo, but Linda was a badass. she was smart, thought things through, and yeah maybe was "cold" but when everyone is dying in their sleep and there's no help coming, she did what she thought was best. big respect.

the effects were really cool! loved the intro scene with the whale talking to Dave, that was so neat. The way the show was filmed too (the flashbacks, memories coming in and out, lighting, music) was all well done to create the effect they were wanting, I think. all of the flashback made stuff confusing at some points but it makes sense to the overall theme of the show, where they're all confused and inebriated on the lack of sleep. the out of focus shots, odd colors, placement of scenes, and often nightmare like scenes with the elephant. all of this made the show feel like a fever dream, which I think is cool!

as for the plotline, I really like it. I want to look into the original podcast because the cliffhanger is KILLING ME. I want to see more about the world, where was the government? what's the "cure"? how is Dave's nightmares going to win against the monster? I need more LORE. (if this is all answered in the podcast, then I'm very excited to tune in)

finally, Dave/Mark. Amazing job Mark!!! I'm so amazed by your acting and was thrilled to see this project after years of waiting. Dave was an amazing character and was pretty funny, especially in the first episode with Matteo. he also had a lot of depth shown throughout the show's flashback/characterization. I also want to learn more about him too!

Mark, and everyone else involved, y'all did a great job! I really hope that this opens the door for Mark and his many future endeavors, and I'm so excited to watch all of them!

if you haven't watched The Edge of Sleep yet, I highly recommend it! it's a short and sweet watch that'll keep you on your toes with its suspense and horror themes. the show does have a few triggers, such as body horror, gore, blood, self harm, addiction, and more just so you know! besides helping Mark get the show into the top ten, also have fun watching! :)

[mystery-skulls-hyperfixations]

These past almost two years being a part of this Fandom have been amazing. I got to see new art, different aus, how people portray the gang with their headcanons, and grow in ways I didn't think were possible. Heck buying the Arthur Plush was something I never thought I would've done. Yet, he's right beside me as I type this.

I guess my only regret is that I didn't try to check out this series sooner and get to enjoy it even longer. It's funny cause I would always see posts about it all the time since I was 14 and yet I didn't bother to watch it till two years ago. Not gonna lie, it feels like I just got here and now the ending will be here pretty soon. Now though, I think I'll be ready to see it. This won't be the end though for this blog. I'll keep posting, keep making content, I have plans to make a funny meme animation too.

This anniversary piece was hard to make at first, but then I realized that I should draw what I want to see at the end..and what do I want to see?

I wanna see them reunited and have the happy ending they deserve

Happy 10th anniversary Mystery Skulls Animated! Thank to everyone, especially to the crew and Ben, who made it all possible. I hope that you all have an amazing year and I look forward to your future projects.

Also I had this playing in the background while I drew for inspiration, my eyes are now waterfalls.

[catindabag]

That’s it. Here are my personal Top 10 favorite TBOSAS fanfics to read on the weekends.

PS: Most of them were published even before the trailer for the upcoming movie premiered.

So here are my recommendations:

1. The Plinth Prize by Redex

This oneshot is a certified classic angsty Snowjanus/SnowPlinth fic. And honestly, this is why I support my fellow SnowPlinth shippers, cuz this story could definitely replace the last 3 chapters of TBOSAS and I wouldn’t even question it.

2. Nothing to lose by HopelessRomantikk

This oneshot is another Snowjanus/SnowPlinth fic. However, this one is quite romantically sweet as cinnamon with lots of kisses. Just play the song Say Yes to Heaven by Lana Del Rey in the background and you’re good to go.😘

3. Reflections of the Garden by madzdolin

This one is an angsty SnowBaird fic that actually gives you one of the best bittersweet endings ever. It also gave the readers a proper closure to Coryo’s relationship with both Lucy Gray and Sejanus. You might even cry a little when you read the last chapter. Just saying~.😚

4. Saving Each Other by flipflop_diva

This oneshot is one of those unique SnowBaird fics that gives the readers a good “What if” scenario to seriously think about, cuz in this AU, Coryo doesn’t escape the Arena with Sejanus. So he’s basically stuck with Lucy Gray as another “tribute,” until they both won by waiting and poisoning everybody else. And yes, Reaper was not amused.

5. You Complete Me by gaytriforce

This oneshot is another classic Snowjanus/SnowPlinth confession fic. Moreover, I really loved the simple way of how they got together. And to be honest, this short fic could replace the whole Peacekeeper arc and I wouldn’t even notice the change.

6. Pursuit Predation by evaerobics

This oneshot is that rare Snowjanus/SnowPlinth AU fic that deserves another 50 chapters. It basically gives the readers a “What if” scenario where Coryo was chosen to Mentor District two’s male Tribute, Sejanus Plinth. And yes, Sejanus kissed Coryo in front of his classmates before entering the Capitol Arena.

7. The last two loves of his life by boneslen

This one is a good bittersweet angsty SnowBaird/SnowPlinth fic. Basically, Lucy Gray was forced to become an Avox by Dr. Gaul. Sejanus is still dead. And Coryo is busy having a mental breakdown every second of the day. The newly elected President of Panem just really wants both his girlfriend and boyfriend back, ok. The Bi-panic is real with this one.

8. Roses and Nutmeg by PliaPlia

This Snowjanus/SnowPlinth oneshot features a very stressed out malnourished AF Coryo, who became quite ill because he keeps giving away his food to a very busy Tigris. Seriously, somebody give the poor cabbage boy some soup. Sejanus, call your Ma and feed your future boyfriend.

9. Feverish Dreams by Cordeliadumaurier

Let’s just agree that this long ass SnowBaird fic has the craziest story of the season. I mean, the revenge plot alone is amazing, and every single character is insane in their own way, even Lucy Gray. Moreover, everyone is just borderline obsessed with Coryo’s dead dad, Crassus Snow. Even dead Dean Casca Highbottom was freaking in love with Snow’s dead dad! So yeah, they’re all obsessed, depressed, and crazy. Everyone needs therapy, but Snow still lands on top. #Crasca4ever

10. The Sound of Snow Falling by PRES_CS_HGT

This HG/TBOSAS fic is one of my personal favorites. The plot alone is great and unique in its own way, because it features a very young and confused 5’4 and a half Coryo Snow waking up after the end of the Second Rebellion. Also, the new President, Alma Coin wants to place him inside the Arena as a Tribute for the crimes he doesn’t even remember committing. And his assigned Mentor, Katniss Everdeen hates him for some reason. And what the heck happened to Tigris?! Why is she so old?! And why does she look like a literal tiger?! Who knows, Coryo Snow.

Special Mention:

1. I’m so sorry, Coryo by HopelessRomantikk

Basically, this features Sejanus Plinth’s angsty POV in TBOSAS, and how he was secretly in love with Coryo Snow since forever. However, he still meets the same fate here.

2. The needle in the brain by Sweetlit

This TBOSAS AU fic is already wild and spicy like some Lana Del Rey album. The plot alone is great and full of mysteries. Moreover, this story’s “What if” scenario features a very desperate and depressed Coryo Snow seducing a heartbroken Dean Casca Highbottom to let him stay in the Capitol after winning the Hunger Games. And let’s just agree that if ever Crassus Snow reads this fic, he might as well burn Panem to the ground.

3. The Hanging Tree by SirFanfic

This oneshot features a regretful Coryo Snow, who decided to have a last minute change of heart and saved Sejanus from being hanged.

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Space Fic Rec

As we sit upon a rock spinning at 1000km/hr, and hurtling through the cold, empty universe at 100,000km/hr, illuminated only by a giant ball of gas and nuclear fusion 150,000,000km away from us that keeps us gravitationally locked in its orbit... I bring you six space fics! Cause space is cool as heck! Even if it's a little terrifying!

Take a look through, and if any catch your fancy then drop a kudos or a comment or a reblog -- your friendly neighbourhood fic writer appreciates it!

The Stars Look Very Different Today by kingsofeverything (43032, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

For Harry Styles, child genius turned glorified spaceship mechanic, rescuing lost or broken down ships is a fairly common occurrence. There’s nothing common about his latest mission, the ship, or that ship’s captain. The last thing he expects to find in a distant galaxy is the one thing he’s been missing on Earth.

Reccer says: I think the future world-building is incredible!

ghost of you by beckywritesthings (109111, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

a Star Wars AU where Harry is Obi-Wan, Louis is Satine, and somehow there’s a love story between the cracks where there shouldn’t be

Reccer says: An incredibly written, epic royal space fic! Even if you've never seen Star Wars, you'll fall in love with these characters. And if you have seen Star Wars, you'll be amazed by how this writer plotted this story!

foothold by turnyourankle (18358, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis has crossed the galaxy with a ship full of crystals; they’re the only thing he has to offer in exchange for safe harbor. He thought getting to his destination would be the hardest part, hoping that once he got his family to safety everything would fall back into place; Louis struggles to adapt while his sisters thrive.

Reccer says: Such atmospheric, visual writing that was used to create such an interesting world! The characters are so complex and have inner demons that eventually reveal themselves.

Don't bring the Starbucks by LadyLondonderry (4814, Teen, Niall Horan/Rory McIlroy) – fic post Warnings: Minor character death (but as the author says, it's no one you like)

The one where Niall is a perfectly normal university student, until he finds himself an ocean away in the middle of Ohio with a strange man telling him to stop wandering off. Then he’s in space. It’s a whole thing.

Reccer says: Emmu's fics are always their own special brand of charming and this fic is no exception. It's so delightful and odd and it makes me so happy.

in other words by sarcangel (3758, General, Niall Horan/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: mentions of past injuries leading to prosthetics

Niall works on a space cruise line, dancing with passengers, but the person he most wants to dance with is the captain.

Reccer says: A really fascinating worldbuilding (is it still called worldbuilding if it's in space? XD) I feel like we know so much about the background of these characters and this universe, even in only a few thousand words.

Breaking Through the Atmosphere by dinosaursmate (40416, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis is recruiting folks to colonize a new planet; Harry is the sweet, homesick painter/veterinarian he recruits.

Reccer says: Brilliant descriptions of what their life is like on another planet! And such a gentle, slow burn into realizing that you’ve fallen in love.

[hybbart]

*Discreetly slides this fan letter into your mailbox* 

From: Anonymous Fan, 

Address: Ask Box, Tumblr, somewhere on Planet Earth

To: Hybbart

Address: Hybbart's Blog, Tumblr, somewhere on Planet Earth

Date: Today, 

Dear Hybbart,

Hi! I'm just a little anon writing to say thank you so much for your amazing Ranchers Apocalypse AU. I've binged it several times and I plan on doing it again and again. It's given me so much hope for life. I have never experienced anything like it before. Your art is incredible and I could stare at it all day. 

I don't comment on things often, I'm usually one of the silent spectators but I really felt like I needed to give you a thank you.

 I have hated and avoided apocalypse stories because they always felt so hopeless and scary to me but yours is the first I've seen that's not hopeless. Thank you so much for the new perspective of an apocalypse story. Now I love them. If an actual apocalypse happened I hope I am one of the ones, like the Ranchers, that don't give up and keep pressing on even in the hard and seemingly dark times. Not only to just survive but to thrive. To keep holding on to hope for a better tomorrow. Rain or shine, bring it on. It's almost like the Ranchers are giving life a middle finger lol. Like, Gosh dang it life, you want us dead, oh heck no we will live and not only will we live but to really add insult to injury we are choosing to thrive.

I love how the story is almost like Polaroid photos with little notes at the bottom of each; it feels a bit like a scrapbook documenting important moments in the story which is cool. It's so unique and it's nothing like I've ever seen before. It's incredible.

My goodness, the way that you draw characters so expressive and dynamic with their poses and the amount of details in the background. It's absolutely captivating. I love studying and admiring each picture.

Your art and stories are inspiring and healing. I fully believe that people's worlds will be flipped on their heads for the better when they experience the stories and art that you create. You flipped my world. Please don't stop creating. The world needs what you have to give. 

Once more thank you for the incredible story, I can't imagine how much time you spent on it. The love you have for the AU really shines through your work. You are an inspiration. 

I look forward to what comes next in the RAAU, rain or shine, bring it on.

Sincerely,

- Anonymous Fan <3 <3 <3

P.S Also a song rec that I think is really neat and hope you think is neat too: 

Owl City's Bird with a Broken Wing.

It makes me think of Jimmy after the apocalypse started but before Tango found him. 

P.P.S if you are reading this, thanks so much for reading this long letter. Lol.

Thank you very much! I think you might enjoy two series, called yokohama shopping log and Zom 100: bucketlist of the dead. Yokohama shopping log is a very lovely slice of life healing series about the twilight of the world and the people who've accepted it and decided to live the best they can, including robots. Zom 100 is about a man so beaten down by modern work culture the apocalypse sets him free and gives him and everyone around him the opportunity to be human and enjoy life again. They're both series about human compassion and small joys in the end times, and big influences on raau.

And that reminds me! I've been work on raau for over a full year now! It's crazy to me, I hope to work on it again soon.

[sekai-sick]

I saw the Emily 8 hearts event recently and it gave me the idea of this fanfic.

This is pure fluff with some anxiety (maybe angst ?)

I didn't write fanfic for YEARS and I never wrote in english, it's not my first language. I'm sorry if there're some mistakes . I tried to keep it genderless so everyone can enjoy it !

Emily convince you to show the world your talents because she feels that there's a part of you that need to be revealed. But what if this was a bad idea ?

Name : To get out from the shell

Farmer x Harvey

Fluff, Anxiety, Angst.

2.1k words.

Your thoughts just before being on stage were like, "Why the heck did I accept this?"

Your entire body is shaking for so many reasons: you've never ever talked about your interest in singing, you've never sung in front of anyone else besides your pets, and you've never been on stage before. And that's a lot. You silently pray just to be able to not have a panic attack.

The background noise slowly disappears, and you hear Emily come to the stage to announce you.

"My dear friends, let's continue the show! I'm really excited to see what's next, and I think we'll be surprised. Let's dive into something... lighter."

You hear people starting to applaud, a sign that it's your time. Okay, breathe. Everything will be fine.

The red curtain opens, and you are a little confused by the beam of light right in your face. You blink to try to focus, but you can barely see people in front of you. Not a bad thing, actually. You see a silhouette move to the piano, which is on your left. You finally recognize Elliott in a beautiful white suit, his hair gently tied on one side of his head. His show was to illustrate his skills on the piano, and he is really good. When you asked him a few days ago if he would like to accompany you for your show, he was almost more enthusiastic than you. He really loves art in its entirety.

He plays a few notes to gather all the attention from people and looks at you. You take a deep breath and make a sign to Elliott that, yes, it's time to start. You close your eyes, waiting for the first notes.

A lovely melody echoes, making everyone look at the scene. Finally, you start to share your voice with people. Deep inside, you've always wanted that, but you're not as confident as you wish, so you've kept that side of you hidden for many years. So hidden that, in the Saloon, kind of an effervescence is rising with one question in all minds: Who are you?

Everyone starts to discuss who they're watching except one of them, too marvelled to even talk. Harvey is completely amazed by this view. Everything is so clear, so pure: the melody, this voice of kindness, the moves are smooth and elegant; he - and all the people actually - never heard something like this before.

Suddenly, he was distracted by Haley and Alex who were next to him.

"Just look carefully at the room. Two people are missing. First is Elliott, and he is the pianist. So, and I can tell you that the second is our farmer!"

Time almost stops when Harvey understood that yes, this beautiful creature with this angelic voice in front of him is you, his dearest farmer. With wide-eyes and an open mouth, his glass of whiskey nearly drops from his hand.

Apparently, he is not the only one to not recognize you at first. A bunch of emotions make him blush, and he feels a pleasant heat in his chest, almost shivering. Every note and move suit you so well like... You've done this all your life?

But why did you never tell him that you like to sing? Harvey knows that he is quickly overwhelmed when he loses his capacities to think clearly, and he felt his anxiety rise slowly. He learned to know you so well since you moved in Pelican Town. Seeing how well you treat him with coffee and homemade pickles lets him think that maybe he can allow himself to feel, when he shares some moments with you. But now, he is just worried that you're not really yourself with him.

Maybe you didn't want to show this to him? Maybe only the closest people know this? No, this is the voice of his anxiety, and he must not believe it. This is only because you're surely ashamed of that part of you. You're just too shy or you don't believe in yourself enough. But... Really, there's nothing to hide.

The song ended smoothly, the final notes like faraway echoes. You were pretty proud of yourself because you didn't think you've messed up. However, it's a full silence that you were facing. You never thought that silence, which you usually love, can be so icy.

Lights are back in the Saloon, and someone turns off the spotlight that blinds you. You hesitate to open your eyes because you don't understand why there is no sound, no reaction. Nothing but your heart, close to exploding.

Why? Are they disappointed? You don't want this, you don't want to open your eyes already wet from tears. This was surely the worst idea ever, and you just want to run away. You never want to see them all again. Your trust in people was as fragile as your confidence, and you tell yourself that you'll never ever trust someone. There's a storm in your mind right now, and you really don't know how to escape.

But then, a sound. A clap. And then another. And another. You immediately look up at where the claps come from, and you see something that will be stuck in your head and your heart for ages.

You see the doctor standing alone, applauding you, with a warm smile on his face. It was like a warm sunlight on the skin on a freezing day.

In no words, you saw everyone in the Saloon stand up and applaud you. Sam even whistles, which makes you laugh. You were so moved that you only tilt your head to thank everyone, and you look at Elliott who was amazing and thank him too.

You were the last on the show. It's 12 am now, and you're exhausted by the emotional roller coaster of tonight. You took some time to change your clothes and wear your typical farmer outfit. This is more comfortable, more you. When you came back in the room, only Emily's left. When she heard you, she stops to clean up and ran into you.

"You were absolutely stunning tonight!"

"Thank you, Emily. I thought that my heart stopped, I was terrified."

"Everyone was so amazed that we even didn't understand when your performance ended."

Emily came closer to you and took your hand in hers. She looked at you with sparkling eyes.

"Really, you were beautiful. And, you needed to do it. Right?"

"Emily, I really wanted to -"

"Emily, do you need help to clean? Oh. Am I interrupting something?"

Clint had entered the Saloon and was staring at Emily's hands.

You looked at Clint, then Emily, then Clint, without understanding what he meant. You didn't have any time to answer before Clint left the room.

"Okay, I'll leave now. Congrats. Come Harvey, we're too much here."

You felt something break in your chest when you saw Harvey in front of the door, with all the world's sorrow on his face. Clint put his hand on his shoulder while walking away. Harvey looks at you a few seconds, as if he wanted to say something but turned around and followed Clint's path.

This was in a few seconds, and you didn't have time to process what happened. You let go of Emily's hand without a word, without doing anything.

"What... Just happened?"

"Well... I only have a question for you. What does Harvey mean to you?"

You looked at Emily who was looking at the door, realizing that all of this was a big misunderstanding.

"I- ... I love him. More than many things in this world."

"You need to go then. Go catch him. Hurry up!"

"But I -"

"Don't worry about the Saloon or Clint, I'll do this myself later."

"Thank you, Emily. For this and for tonight."

Emily smiled at you as you started to run to find Harvey. The clinic was not that far, so you were at his door in no time. Your heart was drumming against your chest again, and you prayed to Yoba that Harvey will listen to you. You knocked at the door. Once. Twice. You heard something around you but still no answer.

"Harvey, can you open the door? I know you're there."

This freezing silence. Again. And the door didn't open.

"I'm- I think that you're wrong about what you saw at the Saloon with Emily. I just want to explain... Please... Can you at least listen? Even if you don't want to see me?"

"And what do you need to explain? That was clear to me."

You turned around and saw Harvey standing behind you, in the middle of the night. You could only see half of his face with the smooth light of the town. You know that he's only a few miles away, but his voice, strict and distant, made a tight knot inside you. You started to come closer to him; you need to feel his warmth.

"No, really, I don't think you understand... I -"

"Why you never tell me that you like to sing? Does Emily know it?"

"Emily? No, she didn't know until tonight, and well, I'm... I think that I was not in confidence enough to-"

"Oh, so you don't trust me?"

You stopped a few steps from him as your vision became blurry with tears. How this day turned into a nightmare. It was meant to be amazing, and in the end, your world is about to crack. You try to hide your emotions, but your voice betrayed you.

"What? Why? Why do you think that? What did I do?"

"I don't know, think about it yourself. You're surely smart enough to find."

You're almost shocked by the Harvey you have in front of you. He is so cold, so different than the sweet and pleasant doctor. He often says that he's not really the same when he's angry or worried. He confesses that his anxiety is a real monster for him because he knows that he can hurt people around him in his bad times. And that's why he didn't want to be emotionally involved anymore. You didn't believe him because "Harvey, it's impossible for you to hurt people. You're a doctor, remember?" you said. But now that he's right in front of you, his shadow talking for him, you understand that he was right. And that he only needs to be heartened.

"I'm smart enough to say that I finally understand when you said that you're not the same when your monster comes. And I'm here for you if you want to talk about it."

Harvey did not answer right away; it seems that you guessed right.

"You were gorgeous tonight. But also, you were so... Different. I was amazed by you at first sight but also... So scared by you. I thought that I knew you well but I guess I was wrong"

"You think that I'm not real when I'm with you? Because I've never told you."

"I didn't even recognize you. It's only when I heard Alex say that it's you that I realized. I was overwhelmed. I had so many emotions in my head, and I-"

"I was ashamed. Because I'm not confident enough to face this world. I was almost broken at the end when I didn't hear any sound. I promised myself to never be on stage again. And then, you were here, Harvey. You were the first to get up and applaud. I don't know if I can ask you why, but you really were my guiding light at this moment."

Harvey didn't move when you came closer to him while you were talking. He looked down at you as you took his hands in yours. He's cold, and his body is shaking. You look at him with a gentle smile and a few tears on your cheeks.

"Thank you, Harvey."

You saw Harvey's expression become lighter, as if his anxiety monster has disappeared. He looked at you a few seconds before to drop your hand and hug you with all his body glued to yours. He put an arm around your shoulders and the other around your head. As he's taller than you, your head was on his chest and his, on your neck.

"Tell me. Please, tell me that I'm not too much involved again."

"We, are. But I promised you that this time nobody will be hurt."

Harvey hugs you a little harder before releasing his embrace and taking your head in his hands and raising it up to look at you. You finally find his beautiful and calm eyes again. Those eyes that make you melt when you dive in.

"Will you listen to me if I sing how much I love you?"

"I will be listening forever."

Harvey almost whispers as his lips are getting closer to yours. He gives you a soft but intense kiss that makes your heart explode with joy and love.

[hollis-art]

Your taste in fics seems amazing. For the life of me I can't find any star trek fanfictions. Care to share some of your favorites? I would love to hear it :3

heck yeah! sure!

I always save the ones I really like right after I read them, but I can't seem to find the DaForge one I was talking about.

The descriptions I will put after the recs are how I described them to remind myself what they were about (I don't think they help though, because I can't remember them that well,,,) Either way, I'm sure the actual description of the fics are better than the ones I put !!

Data/Geordi:

Flowers- by astraa (hauntedpunk) General data is trying to understand his emotions, he grows flowers and he talks to spot

no emotion that's worth having- orcamermaid Teen and Up data is trying to understand his emotions and how love works. geordi is helping (REALLY CUTE)

every dream i have is sweeter- orcamermaid General, Community (TV) crossover TROY AND ABED GEORDI AND DATA AU???? WHAT! ITS SO CUTE SO GOOD HKJDSAHGDSKJGHDSKJ THEMMMMM

Expectation- justabrain General geordi and data's relationship seen by outsiders, very cute, wedding at the end

all the everything that ever was- squilf Teen and Up picard and Q are soulmates, riker was told not to tell anyone about it (he failed) data and la forge are soulmates too !!! in the background but its still there

Garak/Bashir:

pouring just a hint- susiecarter Teen and Up garak always drinks from bashir's cup before giving it to him, and bashir assumed it was just a quirk of his, but it is actually a cardassian sign of love and trust :)

The 50/50 Consensus- TheoMiller General julian notices that garak is lonlier and stuff is too bright for him so that all gets changed :)

Designs and Alterations- AuroraNova, ConceptaDecency Teen and Up garak has been giving julian coupons, it took a while for him to realize that no one else has been getting them

Balloon Buddies- almaasi General garak and bashir get turned into animals, very silly

The Cupid Computer- almaasi Teen and Up bashir is feeling lonely, so he took a quiz that takes up personal information to show you who your best match/soulmate is

Tell Me You Love Me (Or Tell Me a Lie)- almaasi Teen and Up garak gets a message that he's due to be sent home, (to die, literally or symolically) so he tells jullian his deepest secrets as tradition

Quark/Odo:

your accent mixing with mine- spacebubble Teen and Up the universal language translator is down, odo realizes that quark has his accent when pronouncing words. they kiss

More Forsaken Than Usual- NervousAsexual General instead of being stuck in the elevator with lwaxana troi, odo is stuck with quark

Breathe- Paratale General odo is upset, quark helps him learn how to cry

play it again- nepetrel Teen and Up ((this one is better without knowing the twist, but this involves time travel and kissing :) ))

Conflicts with Interest- katiemariie Teen and Up quark and odo bicker. they're in an established relationship, im putting this here because i really like the fluidity they gave to odo

put down your sword and crown- spacebubble Teen and Up quark is drunk so odo tries to figure out why

Spock/Kirk:

Ten Things I (Love) About You- ItinerantAvthor General this is based on a merther fic of the same premise. spock accidently finds a list that kirk made about him, but there is a space torn out of the top. "10 things i ___e about spock". spock thinks that the logical conclusion is that the word is 'hate'. he proceeds to try his best to not do any of the things listed :) this is the fic that got me into star trek, actually

The prominence of a simple word- Exploding_Space General kirk just keeps calling spock 'sweetheart'

Science Blues- museaway Teen and Up mccoy and spock body swap on accident. they don't tell kirk.

Textual Beginnings- iknewaman Teen and Up wrong number fic!!! Academy era!! kirk finds spock's number on the bathroom wall and decides to text it, its really cute

Of Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves- Se7en_devils Teen and Up spock goes to a cafe that kirk works at, kirk keeps flirting with him and using words of different dialects to do it because he learned that spock is a language professor. very adorable

Letters From Across the Universe- Starlighter_Varda General spock and kirk are pen pals from across the universe. temporary character death (sorta) cried over this, very good. there's a cat named leonard, love him

Something Smart to Do- kianspo Mature (i don't remember what's mature about it. i don't think it was anything bad, if it was, i wouldn't have saved it, or i would've made a note of it) all of the times kirk and spock are 'married' for a mission. very adorable

Miscommunication- sinestrated Teen and Up kirk gets his brain all goofed up, making him call people by whatever nickname he thinks of them by. he tries to avoid spock, knowing full well the word was going to be something sweet (it was)

Pirates, Spies, and Bedtime Stories- lallyloo General spock and kirk get into a transporter accident that turns them 5 years old. mccoy takes care of them

ok i think that's all of the ones I have written down!! (for now) i hope this helps!! :) they're all ship fics because i honestly find star trek kind of boring if you don't watch it for them,,,

[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

What I find hilarious about those fans on reddit and Twitter is that they are now reminiscing Timothee with Lily. This is funny cause og fans know for a fact how much those fans despised lily and wanted them to break up throughout that whole entire relationship. Its revisionist history is disrespectful, considering Lily is in a lesbian relationship now.

Having been a fan since 2017 but is more passive in the fandom cause interests change, it's still puzzling why his fans are still going crazy about his dating life. He's close to 30, even Leo Dicaprio fans when he was at that age gave up the delusions and conspiracies about his life once they grew up. Male rappers, singers, athletes, and heck, even actors fanbases can accept the dating life of their favs, but in this fandom, everything is alleged pr. Callum Turner is with Dua Lipa, and no one thinks it's fake. Jacob elordi dating Olivia Jade and his fans accept it. Timothee fans think he's trapped in a dynamic, which is obvious that he's not forced to be in.

I will say this, though: I genuinely believe over these past yrs as his fame has increased, and Timothee comes across as very paranoid. He used to not be like this at all. He wouldn't be covering himself up to the brim, both masks and locations to avoid fans imo. Even when he was with Lily, they walked hand and hand. It wasn't a big circus. He dated an OF model for 5 months, and she spilt tea on titktok so he's not embarrassed to date women from an eccentric background. Kylie's been his longest relationship in the public, and he's not going to leave her so...

The Lily of it all is laughable because they said the exact same things about her and their rs. Too many of his fans are stuck in the CMBYN era, and took his amazing portrayal as some sort of autobiography so of course, it's either that he is really gay (and a lot still see his connection to that costar as "the reality") and all of his rs are now simply PR to hide his true self, which is ridic. He's dated the same sort of women since well before he was famous and would possibly need that sort of coverage lol

As for your comment that he seems paranoid- I disagree vehemently. His fame has grown exponentially since dating Lily and it only stands to reason that now that he is at such a high level of fame and demand, he has to sort of go to extremes to maintain any semblance of privacy and normalcy in his life. Being seen holding hands or kissing on a boat back then, couldn't compare to how insane the response and reaction would be to something like that now, and he knows it.

[kyberblade]

Cover Me (Din x Reader) - Shatter Part 4 | Dincember 2023

A/N: This is Part 4 of Shatter. It’s also my contribution to the wonderful event known as Dincember 2023! All 25 prompts in 6k words. 😮‍💨 All the prompts are in bold. I’m so excited to share it with all of you. It can be read as a stand alone, but it’ll make a lot more sense if you read the other parts first. I hope you enjoy it! Happy New Year! No use of Y/N.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Maybe some light swearing and mention of spiders??? Snark, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, Din is a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Space swearing. Mando’a. My Mandalorians do what they want. Banter. So much banter. And you’ll probably fall in love with them like I did. (I don’t make the rules.) Let me know if I missed something. (Again, all the prompts are in bold. No use of Y/N.)

Word count: 6,000 (MaGiC. ✨)

Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex for reading this every step of the way, counting all the words for me when I had a full day, and just being amazing. You’ve been my blessing from this hell site, and I’m not sorry I made you read about spiders so many times. 🧟‍♀️ Also a shout out to @what-the-heckin-heck and @littlemisspascal for just being amazing cheerleaders as I started this process, you guys always make me smile so much and make my little shit voice shut up, so thank you. ❤️

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Xxx

“Is this information reliable?”

“Yes.”

Din hesitated, shifting his weight to one side before he went on. “What about the informant?” His head followed his weight, looking down at you with a dubious tilt.

You sighed, clutching your helmet under your arm a bit too tightly, the leather of your gloves groaning in protest as your hands stretched as far as they could to contain what you really wanted to say. With a roll of your eyes while your own weight shifted the opposite way, you huffed again for good measure, leveling his visor with a look. “Din, I am your head of strategy and tactics. When are you going to let me do my job and trust me?”

“I do trust you,” he defended, his spine straightening with the effort of his words, before his shoulders rounded just slightly with a quietly added, “I don’t trust the situations you get us into.”

You simply stared at him for a long moment, the only sounds Peli’s droids beeping in the background of the hangar somewhere as Grogu chased them with a squeal that echoed off the stone walls, before turning and walking up the ramp of the newly renovated Crest.

“Ti,” he called out after you, voice exasperated but resigned. “Look,” he sighed again, then took a few steps forward, the sand crunching underfoot until he thought better of it, and came to a halt near the bottom of the ramp when you stopped at the top, your back still to him. “I’m sorry. But your sources are usually questionable at best….”

“Your face is questionable,” you grumbled under your breath, not bothering to turn around, but he heard you, huffing softly at the slight. Holding your helmet in front of you with both hands, looking down at your visor needlessly, you sighed to yourself as was the custom in this clan, looking at the wall of the ship across from you. Finally looking over your shoulder just enough to see Din in your peripheral, still at the bottom of the ramp, you felt your features soften. “Get the kid and let’s go. We’re following my lead on who attacked Mandalore.”

Xxx

“You have the worst leads,” you said exasperatedly before pulling the trigger on the controls of the Crest, shooting a rogue ship out of the sky in front of you.

“Me?” Din barked from his copilot seat beside you. “You’re the one who trusted a pirate.” He shook his head, looking back out the viewport. “Two more, left and point three.”

The cockpit had been modified to have two pilots sit side by side, putting you on the right and Din on the left. While the controls had to be slightly recessed to make room for two people, wrapping them around the space slightly more than they had been, it worked much better for the tandem tag team style you and Din often fell into. Everything was in arms reach, or just overhead, and if for some reason one of you were incapacitated, the other would take over.

The kid still had his seat a little back and to the right of the cabin, clapping gleefully at each burst of a fireball that was an enemy ship streaked past the viewport. The rest of the cockpit was taken up with wiring and rerouting for the new controls. Peli really had worked some magic to get it all to fit in the shell of the old Crest.

With a swerve of the steering, you swept the ship to the left, Grogu squealing from his seat behind the two of you, giggling when you pulled the trigger again and caused another fireball in front of you.

“Roll.”

You followed Din’s order without hesitation. 

“No, to the left.”

“I am going left.”

“No, not your left, my left.”

“Din, we are facing the same way!” You yelled. “My left is your left!”

“Then go to the other left!” He barked.

“Right.”

“Why are you confirming again, there is only one other direction other than left-”

“No, I-” you groaned in frustration, entering a tight barrel roll to the right, making the kid let out a grunt as his safety belt held him in place. “First of all, I was saying ‘right’ as in ‘right we agree’.” The stars streaked by outside the viewport in one giant circle as you continued to spiral. “Secondly, there are several other directions besides left.”

He scoffed. “Name three.”

You ended the roll and fired on another ship. “Up. Down. Forward.” You looked across your shoulder at him pointedly, your head tilted slightly back, chin jutted forward toward the viewport. “Backward.”

“That’s four,” Din grumbled, pulling his own set of triggers to down an enemy ship that had gotten too close. The Crest flew through the remaining ball of flames, dousing the cockpit in an eerie glow. 

“We need to get down there,” you pointed at a nearby planet through the viewport, glancing at him just briefly, grinning under your helmet at his slight head shake at your jab.

He punched a few buttons and the readout on the planet came up, the holo spinning above the panel between you both. After a few seconds he shook his head more vehemently. “Maldo Kreis. No. Uh-uh. No way. Been there, done that.” He pressed a button and the holo disappeared with a beep.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” You pulled the controls back, sending the ship into an ascent to avoid some ships, snorting out a laugh at Din’s abrupt huff of air and Grogu’s ruckus laughter as he squealed in joy. Reaching out, you pulled the holo back up with a press of the same button, only studying it for a second after the beep before Din had pressed it again, collapsing it with a final, hollow beep. 

Ignoring your curious gaze until you turned back to look out the viewport, Din spoke tightly as you sent the ship into another spin to the right. “Crash landed there with the kid once. Don’t need to go back. Once is enough.”

“Is it safe?”

He made a sound of indecision. “Lots of snow. Lots of ice. Very cold.” He sighed. “It was no holiday, I’ll just say that-”

“But was it safe?” You reiterated.

He didn’t answer for a moment. “Giant icicles. Frost spiders….”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Spiders?”

“Spiders.” His tone was flat.

The two of you sat in silence aside from the surging of the engines of the ship and the fire of the enemies. 

“Aw, is the Mand’alor afraid of some little bugs….?” You finally teased, sending the ship into a dive.

“Little-” he scoffed, his voice tight against the force of the gravity pushing against him until you evened the ship back out again. “No,” groaning softly, he settled back into his chair and flipped a switch to his side that released some tracking torpedoes at the enemy ships. “No,” he repeated less emphatically, looking to his right at you as the projectiles hit their mark and ignited, causing a muffled boom through the viewport, accompanied by a soft orange glow. Both the sound and illumination faded before he continued with a mumbled, “But I don’t particularly like them.”

“So it’s no Life Day celebration,” you mused, mulling over his words. Pointing the controls down toward the ball of ice looming larger and larger through the transparisteel, you sighed. “Maldo Kries it is.”

Grogu squealed excitedly.

Din turned to look at him from his seat with the biggest sigh yet. “Don’t worry, kid. We’re going in prepared this time.”

Xxx

“I thought you stocked up on rations last.”

Both you and Din stared at the single crate of food once the ship had touched down and the pirates had quit making pass by’s as frequently. His hands hung limply at his sides while yours were across your chest. You wished you’d taken your helmet off so he could feel the full force of your raised brow when you turned your gaze up to look at him, but you didn’t feel like unwinding your arms from their sternly disapproving hold.

No.

He would break first.

“Me?” He questioned, his weight shifting just slightly to the side and away from you at the accusation. “No. No, no, that was on your list.”

Your arms broke their hold on instinct and you grimaced at them, thankful for the cover of your helmet as you glared at their betrayal briefly before lifting your visor to fully stare at the other Mandalorian. 

“Me?” You pointed to your chest before poking him in his, right in the center of his breastplate. “No. Nuh-uh, don’t do that, Din. You know Peli had me doing final repairs. She sent you to the market with R5 and the kid last minute-”

“To get her some parts!”

The two of you stared at each other.

You reached out and pushed the button on his vambrace that pulled up the holo projection of Peli’s request that hovered right above it. Pointing to the bottom, you waited while he read silently.

Finally there was a quiet, belated, “Oh.”

“What’s that? I’m sorry.” You pulled your helmet off, tucking it under your arm and resting it on your hip. This required eyebrows. “I didn’t get the list, can you read it out loud?”

There was something so entirely…. Domestic about this entire argument, that it almost made you smile. Almost. Who bought the food, who was supposed to take care of this, fixing that, running a little home together, a family, responsibilities…. It was a pattern the three of you had fallen into easily since having to flee Mandalore, and if you’d told yourself that before leaving…. You’d have laughed in your own face. But now…. Now you couldn’t see it any other way. 

This was home. It was ragged, and broken, and quite frankly, falling apart at the seams most days. But it had everything you needed. Every bit of warmth. Every bit of joy, and laughter, and love. You’d quickly become a family. An aliit. And if any pirate scum was going to try and come between you…. They’d soon learn why the galaxy didn’t mess with Mandalorian’s.

Din clicked the list off without answering you. “We need to come up with a solution if we have to stay here long term.” He turned back to the crate, hands resting on his hips. “I wouldn’t think the pirates would stick around that long, but we only have enough for about three days, a week max if we stretch it.”

“That’s about one day if we let the kid anywhere near it,” you grumbled, sighing as you turned to look at the crate as well. “Guard it with your life, Mandalorian.” You looked back up at him, his visor turning to you. “It may very well count on it.”

Xxx

The Crest had a broken hyperdrive. 

Din rounded on you in the main hull, slowly, in a way you didn’t like. It oozed sarcasm. “Okay,” he drawled, “I know I was supposed to get the rations, but you were supposed to fix the hyperdrive.”

You huffed, looking down at your vambraces as you fixed them for no good reason, your helmet jostling under your arm where it once again rested on your hip as you tugged on the armor needlessly. “No-”

“Do I need to look at your list?”

Your eyes whipped up to glare at him through your lashes, his visor tilted just so. Grumbling, you let your arms fall back to your sides as you stared at the wall just over his shoulder. It was fascinating. “I don’t have a list.” You let a scathing breath out through your nose, before your next words came out on a mumbled mutter more to yourself than anything. “Besides, I did fix it. ….just seems like it was temporary.” You got lost in thought for moment, your voice wandering with them. “Maybe that’s what Peli meant by ‘partial’ converter instead of the full-”

“No wonder you forgot.”

Your eyes flew back up to meet the T of his visor once again, wide in disbelief that he’d willingly left himself this open to retaliation. “So what’s your excuse?”

Din hesitated. “Excuse me?” His weight shifted to one side just slightly, as if realization was slowly dawning after the fact.

Grinning, you mimicked him, tilting your head just so. “You had a list, and you forgot, so what’s your excuse?”

Din simply stared at you for a long moment before he turned and walked away, climbing up the ladder into the cockpit in silence.

“Don’t challenge my time management skills, Shiny,” you muttered under your breath, smirking to yourself. “I’m gonna go make a fire,” you called after him in amusement, barely looking over your shoulder his way before turning back toward the cargo hold and putting your helmet on. Once the seal had hissed all the way, you surveyed the ship for something you could use for fuel. “You’re not too attached to these extra capes, are you?”

He was down the ladder in an instant, dropping in one go. “What are you-” Din looked at the box you were staring at across the hull. “That’s a box of ammo.”

“I know,” you grinned at him through your visor. “But now I know I was right and you do have a box of backups somewhere on board.” Pulling the corner of his cape out to the side, you made a tis-king sound. “Think it’s time for a switch, Mando. This one has seen better days. Smelled them, too.”

The Mandalorian snapped the material out of your grip. “It doesn’t smell that ba-”

“Why do you think I put on my helmet?” You teased.

You chuckled, turning away from Din while he grunted at the slight as you lowered the ramp, a blast of cold air rolling up the plank. 

“Just stay inside the ship, it’s warmer,” he protested.

“The repairs needed have to start outside.” Tugging your own cape around you a bit more snuggly, you suddenly felt a lift of weight off your shoulders as Din removed your jetpack. “What are you doing? I need that in case I have to make a dash-” 

“Be quiet,” he grumbled, setting it gently at his feet before you felt a bit of extra weight coming around your shoulders, and an extra layer of heat. “This will help some. Not much, but it’s better than nothing.” He smoothed the shoulders of his cape over your own before pulling the back to the side and reattaching your jetpack back to where it needed to be. The warmth from his own body heat still clung to the tattered fibers, weaving into your own, bleeding into a pleasant hum of contentment that settled into your very bones. 

Pulling the cape tighter around you, its larger size swallowing you somewhat and acting more like a coat than anything, you tucked your chin down toward your right shoulder as inconspicuously as possible, and took a deep, measured breath. You smiled, letting it out silently through your nose, lifting your head and staring down the ramp at the world of whites and light blues as it continued to assault the Crest with harsh temperatures. “Cozy,” you agreed. “Thank you.”

The weight of his Ambam Rifle came across your shoulders next, resting neatly under your jetpack.

“For safety,” he reasoned at your slight head tilt in question.

You bobbed your head in acceptance. “Safety.” When the moment hung quiet too long, you did what you always did. “I’ll shoot any suspicious snowflakes on sight.”

To your surprise, Din chuckled in response. “Give ‘em hell.” He gave your shoulder a single pat before withdrawing his hands. “Those are not gifts. I want them back,” he teased, wagging a finger near your face when you turned to look at him over your shoulder.

“You got it,” you nodded.

Xxx

The pirate ships had continued to make pass by’s over the next few days, every few hours. One of their dingy little craft would streak across the sky overhead outside of the cave your little clan had tucked away into with the Crest, their comms chatter peppering over the frequency scanner you had running a sweep discretely in the background to catch whatever you could.

You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why they were so persistent. Of all your contacts, pirates were the least proficient, often wrong and just after a few extra credits.

That’s when it clicked.

“Din,” you posed after day three, eyeing the kid to make sure he didn’t get too close to where the rations were hidden after he’d discovered them five times already. “I know why we’re stuck.” Your eyes flew up to his visor where he stood to your left next to the heater; a fire probably would have been warmer but after that first day you decided it would have given off too much smoke and, thus, your location.

“You mean besides the broken hyperdrive?” Din’s voice was droll.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m working on it!” Pressing up onto your palm a bit to sit slightly straighter, your expression turned somber as you held his beskar gaze. “Us.”

You turned back to look at the heater absently, one knee bending to prop up your arm. “Someone’s put a bounty out on us.”

Xxx

You could hear the chitter of the spiders at night. The tapping of their multiple legs skittering across the ice just out of sight.

Standing at the top of the ramp, staring out into the darkness, you sighed when Din came up beside you.

“Anything?” He asked in amusement.

Pulling your helmet off in aggravation, you groaned. “No. They don’t give off heat so this is useless.” You jiggled the helmet before tucking it under your arm. “Kick on the high beams on the side of the Crest for a minute. I want to see in that offshoot over there.”

“That seems like a bad idea.”

“They don’t fly over this time of night, they won’t see-”

“Not the lights,” he corrected. “Knowing what’s out there in the dark.”

“Then call me stupid-”

“I will.”

You glared up at him through your lashes.

With a chuckle, he stepped forward, his boots a hollow thud on the ramp. “Let’s just try this first.” Din reached up and flipped on the light on the side of his helmet. It was a mere candle in comparison to the beams you’d asked for, barely making it to the foot of the offshoot you’d wanted to see into, but that was enough.

Legs. Hundreds of legs standing in place, aside from the slight shift ever so slightly away from the light, stood just at the edge of the beam's field of view.

“What are they waiting for?” You muttered as a shudder ran down your spine. 

A smaller spider about the size of your fist ran out into the snow, sliding to a stop when some of the larger ones closer to your size hissed at it. It made an about face and went back to the group.

“A reason,” Din murmured.

“Do they really need one?” You scoffed incredulously.

His head tilted to the side in thought. “You’re right. They’re probably waiting for something big to happen….” He turned his head to look at you. “And by that I mean someone big to show up.”

You swallowed. “They get bigger?”

A high pitched squeal sounded from deep in the offshoot, a low rumble answering it from further in, and suddenly you understood why the pirates were okay with waiting you out.

“A lot bigger,” Din nodded. 

Xxx

A few more days passed and your clan was surviving on an emergency stash of rations Peli must have stowed away knowing something like this would happen. Grogu had pulled one out after your stomach had rumbled for the fifth time on day three of no food, crawling across the floor with a bag as big as he was.

“How goes the hyperdrive?” Din, lowered to his haunches, asked from his perch above where you were dropped down into a hole in the floor of the Crest, banging away at the engine in hopes it would right itself.

You stopped, peering up at him as you wiped your brow and grease from the engine smeared across your forehead, your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why?”

“We’ve had a few…. Visitors.”

“With eight legs or two?” You shuddered, thinking of the ice spiders who got closer with every day. Setting the spanner against the engine, you cranked it against the screw to tighten it. “Two I can handle.”

Din chuckled. “Two. But-” He stood abruptly, peering down the open ramp.

“What? What is it?” You released the spanner, leaving it stuck halfway up mid-crank.

Suddenly, Din raised his Amban Rifle and shot, the sound echoing off the ice walls of the cavern, and causing a small avalanche of ice and snow to rain down on the top of the ship.

Lowering your voice accusingly, your hands went to your hips. “What did you do?”

Resting the rifle back along his spine, he looked down at you. “Work faster. We’ve got company.”

As you turned back to the spanner, you grumbled over the ratcheting sound, “If we could just have a droid, I could be helping you.”

“This again?” Din sighed, raising his blaster to aim down the ramp again as you began beating on the stubbornly stuck screw.

“Oh, yes. This. Again.” With a final decidedly hard whack, the screw let loose and oil of some kind began to shoot out from behind it, coating your pristine white armor in purple goo. “Kriff! Dank farrik!” Shielding your face with your hands, you looked up toward Din. “Help me!”

He let off another shot down the ramp, quickly followed by two more, his blaster smoking as he held his aim. “I am helping.”

The growl you let out in frustration had him rolling his head sarcastically. “Kid. Hey, kid.” He jerked his head toward you as he looked across the cargo hold at Grogu who once again had his head stuck in a ration pack. “Put that down and toss her that thing that’s on the crate.”

“Your cape?!” You asked hopefully, applying pressure to the leak with your hand, which only helped to keep it out of your face, liquid shooting out around your fingers.

Din snorted. “You wish.” He shot again. “It’s that coat thing you bought at the market last week. What’s it called?”

“My sweater?” You felt the downturn of your face pull it into something sour. 

“That’s it!” Din slapped his thigh with his free hand. “Your sweater.”

Your features turned from downtrodden to menacing in no time flat. “Din Djarin, give me one of your capes right now-”

The sweater floated over the hole you were in by an unseen force, and fell onto your face unceremoniously.

“Too late,” you heard the other Mandalorian say, his voice muffled through the fabric. “Thanks, kid.” His footsteps started down the ramp before you could rip the material off. Once you had, though, he was already halfway down the ramp, and nearly out of your line of sight, only the tops of his shoulders and up could be seen. “Now get fixing,” he called back up to you, his voice carrying well in the quiet cave, a slight echo tingeing his words the further outside the ship he went. “We’re about to have a full house, and I’m not liking the idea of sharing the last ration pack with a bunch of low life’s and spiders.”

Grogu squawked in protest, not liking the sound of sharing his precious food.

The leak now managed to something closer to a trickle, you grumbled as you worked on bypassing that chamber altogether. “When we get back to Tatooine, we’re getting a droid, I don’t care what you say, Djarin.”

Din groaned, stepping to the side before taking another shot, his head tilting in annoyance. “We can talk about it.”

“We are talking about it. I’m saying we’re getting one. End of discussion.” The engine charged as you flipped to a separate breaker, whirring as it began to come back to life. “There. We need about fifteen minutes for it to fully come back online. In the meantime,” you pushed yourself back up onto the main deck, climbing out and onto your feet. Sliding your helmet on, blasters already in hand, you looked to Din, then down the ramp. “Tell me where to shoot.”

An errant blaster bolt from the mouth of the cave ricocheted off the top of the ship, setting loud alarms blaring from a nearby panel. “What now?!” You moaned, trudging over to the panel to read the latest report. “They took out our long range comms.”

“Well climb up there and fix it! I’ll cover you!”

Shifting your weight from side to side, you could just begin to hear the pirates gathering outside the cave. “Surely the spiders got them by now. I sent a few men ahead to scout the area, make sure it was clear. They should be meeting us here at the mouth of the cave soon. We only need proof they are dead to collect the bounty. You go in there and…. No, I’m not going. I outrank you. You go. No…. No! I said-”

As the pirates continued to bicker, Din looked at you curiously. “What’s wrong? Go fix the comms.”

“That’s on top of the ship, right?”

Din stood up straight, his head tilted in amusement. “Aw, is my head of strategy and tactics afraid of heights?”

“No,” you insisted, standing up straighter yourself before parroting his words from a few days prior about the spiders back at him. “But I don’t particularly like them.”

“We jump to hyperspace without comms and something goes wrong, we are in deep-”

“Fine!” You barked, holstering your blasters with unneeded force. “But they touch one inch of my beskar with their blaster bolts-”

Din shook his head. “They won’t even see me coming.”

Xxx

It all happened so quickly. 

You were atop the Crest, lowered to your haunches using the torch in your vambrace to reattach the antenna, grumbling about getting the next astromech you saw for sale, when blaster bolts whizzed by your head from behind, sending you falling to your seat.

Without thinking, you drew one of your blasters, turned, and shot, watching three pirates drop, one after each shot. 

Rolling over onto your hands and knees, you crawled to the edge of the ship, and looked down to find Din looking up at you.

Both of you spoke at the same time, your “I thought you were covering me?!” overlapping his, “Why are you shooting when you’re supposed to be working?!”

A moment of silence passed before you both spoke over the other again, his “I was covering you, they missed, didn’t they?” overlapping your, “I am working, but this would go a lot faster if you would toss me up a blowtorch, Mand’alor!”

Din sighed. “Fine.” He stepped into the ship for a moment, leaving you to watch for any trespassers. He finally reemerged and tossed the tool up to you. “Keep working.”

You huffed. “Yeah, yeah.” Shimmying back toward the broken comm tower, you called back to him over your shoulder, “Keep shooting.” After pulling out the proper wires to fuse, you turned back to him again. “And next time, read the fine print!”

“The what?”

“On your list! Read everything! Even the fine print! That way we can avoid situations like these.”

Silence, then, “Are you really blaming me for us being shot at by your informants?”

“I’m-”

Skittering across the hull of the ship in front of you made you stop everything you were doing, frozen mid movement, blowtorch inches away from frying a wire beyond fixing. From your seated position, you lifted your eyes only to peer through your visor and spotted eight long slender legs cresting over the top of the ship, coming closer and closer toward you. A body soon followed, smaller than you, but bigger than any bug had a right to be.

Din kept calling your name, his voice raising in volume each time when you didn’t answer, but you ignored it in favor of making sure the bug was dead.

In seconds you’d flipped the switch on the blowtorch back to simply the initial release of fuel before a spark, brought your other arm over behind it, and ignited your flamethrower to send a wall of fire at the menace.

Its squeal of agony was swallowed up in the angry growl of the flames as it went up in smoke, falling off the ship in a twitching mess of limbs.

You turned off your vambrace, but left the blowtorch on for good measure. Its reassuring hiss as it continued to release fuel music to your ears. Should any of its hellish friends come to visit, you were ready.

“The hell?!” Din’s voice called from below. “You’re supposed to be fixing the ship, not blowing it up!” When you still didn’t answer he went on. “What happened?”

Turning off the tool’s supply of fuel, you kept your eyes peeled for any more legs before finally mumbling, “Sweet, sweet justice.”

“Do I even want to kn-”

Another spider dropped down onto the ship behind you, between you and Din, with a thunk. A thin silvery string of web shining like ice from the ceiling still attached to its back as it started to skitter towards you pulled your gaze away for only a second.

Without another thought, you switched the blowtorch back on and lit the bug up with your vambrace, sending it screeching over the edge of the ship, landing at Din’s feet with a satisfying thud.

Turning both the torch and your vambrace off, you walked to the edge of the ship and peered down to see Din staring at the smoking spider. 

The pirates at the mouth of the cave muttered quiet curses, one even swearing a soft, “They have fire?!” and ducked behind large ice drifts in the ensuing silence, their fear palpable as they took in the dead arachnid at the feet of the Mandalorian by the hands of the other Mandalorian.

You smirked. Hopefully this made them think twice before poking someone in beskar ever again. And maybe they would even spread the word to their sleazeball friends.

Watching the tendrils of smoke rise into the air from the corpse at Din’s feet, you kept your voice even. “No. I don’t think you want to know.”

Xxx

Once the shock had worn off for the pirates, the firefight had opened up again, more fast and furious than before.

You laid out on the top of the ship on your belly picking off stragglers who tried to cross the open space between ice drifts, Din laying down cover fire from his perch on the ramp to keep them pinned down. The errant spider here and there kept pulling your attention away, the fuel in both your vambrace and the blowtorch running low.

“Din, if I don’t finish this comm tower soon, we’re just kriff outta luck.”

“The hyperdrive should be charged by now, we could just make the jump.”

“Yeah but like you said, something goes wrong, as a friend of mine used to say, thatsa big pudu.”

“Did you just….”

“I’ll never say it again, I’m sorry. He was Gungan-”

“No, no…. You had a friend?”

Looking down at him over the edge of the Crest, you bent your wrist and let your whistling birds fly, taking out a wave of the pirates to give both of you a slight reprieve. As Din took a deep breath, it was cut short when something hit his helmet with a ting before landing at his feet and disappearing in the snow.

He looked up to you slowly. “Did you just…. Throw…. A….” Din looked down at the ground just to be sure. “Vibroblade at my head?” Bending down to his haunches, quickly, he scooped up the item, then rose to his feet as he stared at it. Din gave no other reaction as he stared at the item for a long moment in silence, until finally, he turned to hold your gaze with a dubious shake of his head.

“Yes,” you confirmed. “I knew what I was doing,” you defended. “You weren’t in any danger.”

He hesitated. “Except from the knife flying at my face!”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re wearing beskar. Don’t insult me next time, then.” You shrugged. “Simple solution, Djarin.”

Din took a step toward the hull of the Crest, his neck craning further back to keep looking up at you. “I’m the Mand’alor. That was attempted murder.”

You scoffed. “You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

His weight shifted to one side in annoyance. “Did you miss the word attempted?”

You pulled yourself on your belly further over the edge, and effectively closer to him, tilting your head to the right as you looked down at him wordlessly. Finally, after a long moment, your voice lowered to something both playful and menacing, causing Din to take a small step back, “If I wanted you dead, you would be.”

Several spiders dropped down between the ship and the pirates who were scrambling to reassemble into any kind of fighting order. After a moment of decision, they began to move toward the Crest. 

Before either of you could start to shoot, Grogu stepped off the ramp and toward the bugs, holding one hand out. 

“Kid!” Din cried, taking a step forward.

“Mando!” You tried, pulling him to a stop with just your voice. He glanced up at you quickly, and you shook your head before bobbing it toward the kid. “Look.”

When he turned back, Din saw that the spiders had stopped moving, deciding instead to gather round and stare at the tiny green creature.

His eyes were closed in concentration, his face screwed up in focus, until after a moment he blinked them open and gave a slight wave of his hand away as if to shoo a smell.

The spiders rocked side to side for a moment just slightly before they turned and surveyed the pirates.

The thieves who had been smiling at the exchange as if they’d won immediately melted into faces of worry and began backing away.

For each step back the spiders gained several forward until each group was running, one from the other, one to the first.

Din wasted no time, turned to you and said, “Finish it.”

“But I wanna see how it ends….” You groused, sighing at his head tilt in admonishment. “Fine.” Turning, you went back to the antenna, scuffing your foot on the hull of the ship. “Tell me who wins.”

With one last zap the comms were fixed, and the three of you were climbing into the ship, firing up the engines.

“Punch it!” You called, climbing up the ladder into the cockpit.

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Din mumbled, maneuvering the ship out of the cave. 

As he slowly twisted and turned to move the hulking ship out of the ice, you nudged his shoulder while climbing into your seat beside him, flipping over to your controls. “You don’t fly right.”

“Well, somebody had to save our skins.”

Both of you looked at Grogu as you entered the upper atmosphere of the planet, finding him munching on spider eggs he somehow had stashed away in the cockpit for a rainy day. 

You smiled. “Yeah. We both know who saved us back there.” 

The two of you said at the same time, “Me.”

Looking at each other, you both spoke in unison once again, “What do you mean you?!”

Grogu sighed before he giggled softly, mumbling a tired but good natured, “Patu!”

Xxx

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