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haledamage · 5 months

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One of the kiss in the rain prompts, your choice, with Nadia/Kurt :3

a hopeful kiss in the rain a playful, happy kiss in the rain

I couldn’t pick which one I liked best, so I decided to use a couple of them! they deserve it :3 special guest appearances by Síora and Sieglinde and their exasperated support of their best friends. I’m very proud of them for not locking anyone in any closets to get them to finally admit their feelings (it was a close call)

Nadia/Kurt and how I think their romance confession actually went. Because I know my girl and there’s no way she waited until That One Romance Scene to smooch her man for the first time. ~3200 words, takes place right after Kurt's third companion quest, so spoilers for that and the conversations after it

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Kurt kept a keen eye on Nadia as she weaved through the crowd of the Coin Tavern in San Matheus. Though tonight’s lot was perhaps more trustworthy than most, and filled with far more folks than usual who would jump to her rescue in a moment’s notice, it was still his duty to keep her safe, and that’s what he intended to do. He knew better than to let his guard down, even among friends. Especially among friends, if the last month was any indication.

And if, perhaps, he watched her with more than just her safety in mind, eyes lingering on the curve of her lips as she smiled or on the elegant movements of her hands as she spoke, well. Certainly no one in this crowd would fault him for it.

“So that’s her, then,” Sieglinde stated, drawing his attention temporarily away from Nadia to where she sat next to him. The two of them had wedged themselves in a shadowed corner with their backs to the wall, where they could see the entire tavern. Old habits. “The girl you were always talking about, your protege at the palace. Pity it took something like this for me to finally meet her.”

“Aye, that’s her.” Kurt sighed and reached for his mug, though he didn’t raise it to take a drink. “Seems like dangerous business being my ‘protege’ these days.”

“Looks to me like she’s weathered it just fine,” she teased. “Don’t think she minds a bit of danger.”

That just made his frown deepen. “Just because she can face it doesn’t mean she should have to.” Into his drink, he muttered, “Especially not on my account.”

“Come now, Kurt. She’s older than you were when you met her,” Sieglinde pointed out. There was a softness to her voice that told him she wanted to say more about everything he’d endured by the time he was Nadia’s age, but thankfully she let the words linger without voicing them. “Wiser too, I’d wager, and much more charming.”

He gave Sieglinde a sharp look, though he didn’t deny it. It only earned him a playful smile in return. “More patient, too,” he eventually added. He couldn’t keep the fondness out of his voice, and unconsciously his gaze drifted back across the room to Nadia.

She was leaning over a table full of Nauts and former Ghost Company recruits, her eyes shining and face bright with laughter. Her tablemates stared up at her with nearly identical dazed, starry-eyed expressions. They weren’t the first to be enchanted by the force of nature that was Nadia de Sardet, and wouldn’t be the last.

“She would have to be.” Sieglinde watched Kurt watch Nadia, and saw those same stars in his eyes. “Does she know?”

“Know what?” The answer was almost automatic, the reflexive habit to hide his desires, to push aside his own feelings so they wouldn’t get in anyone else’s way. A habit Síora had been trying to break him of for months now, and Nadia had been trying to find a way to counter for far longer than that.

Sieglinde smacked him on the arm, hard enough to feel it even through the padding of his armor. “Don’t play dumb, Kurt. You can fool your nobles, but you can’t fool me. I know you too well.”

He sighed, pulled off his hat so he could drag a hand through his hair. “It doesn’t matter,” he said eventually, quiet enough that he could barely be heard over the din of the tavern crowd. “She deserves better than some bitter old mercenary like me.”

“Perhaps she does.” He appreciated that she didn’t try to offer any platitudes or pretend he was anything other than what he was. She had never been one to dance around the truth. “But even a blind man could see the way you look at her. And the way she looks at you.”

As if she could sense that they were talking about her, Nadia glanced in their direction, her eyes locking on Kurt’s with deadly precision.

She smiled at him like they were the only people in the room, sweet and warm and much too intimate for this place. It made him want to whisk her away from here and take her somewhere he could keep that smile all to himself.

It took longer than he liked to push that feeling away.

“Seems to me ‘bitter old mercenary’ is exactly what she wants,” Sieglinde murmured, going in for the kill while his guard was down.

Then someone came by and forced Nadia’s attention back to her table, and the moment was lost.

When she finally looked away, Kurt let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “It doesn’t matter,” he said again.

Sieglinde chuckled to herself, the sound somehow both fond and derisive. “You’re a stubborn fool, Kurt.”

There was no bite in her words, but it still made Kurt feel strangely defensive, and he rounded on her like he expected her to draw her sword on him. “What would you have me do, then?” he snapped, both louder and sharper than he intended. “Court her? Ask her to risk everything for me? Or should I beg her uncle for permission to--”

“You think that girl cares one bit what her uncle thinks about anything she does?” Sieglinde hissed. “The only man whose opinion has ever mattered to her is you. Stop pretending you can’t see that.”

Kurt scoffed darkly and reached for his drink rather than bothering to reply. Doing so would mean admitting that she was right, and he refused to give her the satisfaction.

In the lull in conversation, his attention wandered once again, compulsively, inevitably, back to Nadia.

It wasn’t that he was afraid that she didn’t feel the same for him as he did for her. If anything, he was afraid that she did.

He had known for a long time that she was attracted to him. She had been since she was a child, and had never been shy or subtle about it. The compliments, the cheek kisses, the fond yet teasing way she always said his name--those weren't new developments.

But they had changed since coming to Teer Fradee. Everything had. Or maybe it hadn’t; maybe the only thing that had changed was him. Maybe all the island had done was help him realize that Nadia was no longer a little girl with a crush, but a grown woman who knew exactly what kind of man he was and still smiled at him like he was the sunrise.

“Tell her how you feel, Kurt.” He had almost forgotten Sieglinde was still there, but thankfully managed not to startle when her voice interrupted his long-overdue epiphany. “If not tonight, then soon. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t.”

“I know.” The words hurt to say, and his voice came out rough and raspy even by his usual standards.

She was kind enough to ignore it beyond a companionable pat on his shoulder. “Leave your doubts in the ashes with Hermann where they belong, and stop letting ghosts hold you back.”

The shoulder pat became a firm grip as she used him to leverage herself out of her seat. “I’ll get the next round. I hope you’re not here when I get back.”

Kurt lifted what remained of his ale as Sieglinde melted into the crowd, draining the mug in one swig. He slammed it to the table, then forced himself to his feet and went to find Nadia before he could talk himself out of it.

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Nadia could feel the weight of Kurt’s eyes on her all afternoon as she drifted through the tavern talking to friends both new and old. It took constant effort to keep herself from seeking him out over the crowd, and even then she had only succeeded half the time. She had resorted to finding a chair facing the opposite direction, to remove the temptation entirely.

Síora had yet to decide if she found the whole situation amusing or exasperating. At the moment, she leaned more towards the latter. “Will you catch fire if you look at him, carants?” she asked dryly. “Is that why you act this way?”

Nadia forced herself to stop looking over her shoulder, giving her friend a sheepish grin. “Am I that obvious?”

“You are as subtle as a charging andríg. And yet he still pretends he does not see it.” Síora rolled her eyes, but her expression softened quickly into a playful smile. “You are more patient than I am, Nadi. I would have tired of his hesitating long ago.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” She had to resist the urge to defend Kurt, to point out all the perfectly valid reasons he had for holding back. Instead, she leaned forward conspiratorially, resting her elbows on the table between them. “What would you have me do, then? Flavia suggests I should just show up naked at his door one day.”

“Knowing Kurt, he would simply offer to loan you a shirt.” Síora laughed, and Nadia joined her. They both knew he wasn’t dense enough to actually misread a situation like that, but Kurt had a habit of being intentionally obtuse where Nadia was concerned.

Síora leaned back in her chair, balancing precariously on its back legs, giving her friend a shrewd look. “You should tell him the truth. As plainly as possible, so he cannot hide from it. Whatever happens next is his choice.”

“Maybe,” Nadia responded vaguely. She gave in to the urge to glance in the direction of Kurt’s table, only to find it empty.

Síora’s chair returned to solid ground with a loud clack of wood on wood. “What are you waiting for? A sign from the spirits? Arrows drawn in the sand, encouragement written in the clouds?”

“That would be nice. Is that really so much to ask?”

Síora’s attention shifted to something in the crowd behind Nadia. “It would appear not.”

Before she could ask for clarification on that cryptic statement, a hand landed gently on Nadia’s shoulder. She had a feeling she knew who it belonged to even before she looked up into familiar gray eyes.

“Could I trouble you for a moment?” Kurt asked as soon as he had her attention, the question leaving him in a rush. “There’s… something I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Of course.” Nadia caught Siora’s eye as she stood from her seat; the other woman looked positively smug. She valiantly ignored it, smiling at Kurt instead. “I think we could both use a little fresh air. Why don’t we take a walk?”

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Outside, it was cool and quiet, the bustling city feeling almost serene after the hectic tavern. The day was verging on dusk, oranges and reds starting to paint the edges of the heavy clouds that hung overhead. A light rain fell, just enough to make its presence known, but there was much more to come, if those clouds were any indication.

Kurt jumped when Nadia took his arm. Not dramatically, barely more than a twitch really, but enough for her to notice. She gave his bicep what she hoped was a comforting squeeze as he led her away from the tavern.

They strolled at a leisurely pace, in no hurry to get anywhere and with no destination in mind. Kurt watched the road, as if the cobblestones under their boots held a particular fascination for him; Nadia watched him from the corner of her eye, trying to judge his mood from what she could see of his profile.

“Is something the matter?” she asked, when it became clear that he wasn’t going to speak first. “You seem… distracted.”

He laughed quietly, but there was no humor in it. “I suppose you could say that.” He finally lifted his gaze from the ground to meet her eyes, but only for a moment before his attention returned to the street. “It’s nothing you need to worry yourself over, Green Blood. Recent events have just dredged up a lot of history. History that was better off staying buried.”

Nadia no longer bothered to hide the way she watched him. “I’m not going to force you to talk about it, but if you want to, I’ll listen.” She slid her hand down his arm to lace their fingers together instead. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

She was surprised when Kurt started speaking, but her surprise quickly gave away to anger when she heard what he was saying. In a measured voice that did little to cover how painful the subject was for him, he told her about his life before they met. About Hermann and his ‘elite training’. About the conditioning, the torture, the abuse. About even worse atrocities that made the words catch in his throat, refusing to be given voice.

Some of it she already suspected; the rest answered a lot of questions that still lingered from the years Kurt had been her master of arms. The careful, respectful distance he kept her at when she was a child, never touching her in any way unless necessary and asking permission first when he had no other choice; the way he never raised his voice, no matter what trouble she and Constantin caused; the care he took not to injure them during training; the routine check-ins about her well-being, and that her teachers and peers weren't mistreating her; all of it suddenly, horrifically, made sense.

It turned out that burning at the stake was too kind of a fate for Hermann after all. Nadia wished she could go back in time to do it differently. She'd have dragged the bastard all the way to Tír Fradí’s volcano and personally fed him directly to en on míl frichtimen.

“Kurt…” she started, but words failed her. ‘I’m sorry’ felt trite, ‘thank you for telling me’ too unsympathetic.

He smiled at her like he heard everything she didn’t say. “You don’t need to worry about me, Green Blood,” he told her again. “It was a long time ago. He went up in flames, and my memories with him.”

That wasn’t true, and they both knew it, but Nadia let Kurt keep his lie.

Before he could change the subject entirely, though, she closed the gap between them so she could wrap her arms around him, hugging him as tight as she was able. She half expected him to pull away, but he returned the hug without hesitation.

“I know how hard it was to talk about this,” she murmured, her voice muffled slightly by his thickly padded armor. “Thank you for trusting me with it.”

“It means a lot that you’ve been with me through all of this, Nadia. I won’t forget it.” There was more emotion in his voice in those two sentences than there had been while telling her about everything he’d endured.

She shook her head, nuzzling her face deeper into his shoulder in the process. “Kurt, I care about you. I never would have made you face this alone.”

Kurt went suddenly and completely still, and it took longer than Nadia would’ve liked for it to dawn on her why.

“Would you…” he cleared his throat before continuing with less of a tremor in his voice, “can you repeat that for me?”

Oh saints and spirits, this wasn’t how she wanted to do this, but there was no way she would take it back, not ever. If her time on Tír Fradí had taught her anything, it was that one had to take their moments when they come.

She released him and leaned back enough so she could see his face. He watched her with a mix of trepidation and hope. “Kurt. My dearest Kurt…” she touched his face, tracing her fingertips over the arch of his cheek, the sharp edge of his jaw, the scar on his chin, “I care about you. So much.”

She wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised when he kissed her.

It was just a brush of lips, barely more than mingling breath, and over almost as soon as it began. Nadia barely had enough time to feel disappointed about the brevity of it before Kurt kissed her a second time, soft but no longer hesitant, sweet and warm as a summer morning.

His breath left him in a quick, astonished laugh when they eventually parted. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he confessed, barely above a whisper, studying her face like he’d never seen her before. “Forgive me my foolishness for making you wait.”

The rain started to fall around them in earnest, cold and dismal, but Nadia paid it no mind. Nothing short of divine intervention could have pulled her away from him. “You are worth waiting for, Kurt.”

Kurt lit up with a smile she’d never seen from him before, genuine and joyful. “As gracious as she is beautiful…” he cradled her face between both hands, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks, “what have I done to deserve such a gift?”

“I can make you a list, if you’d like. Would you prefer it chronologically or alphabetically?”

His laughter was the loveliest thing she’d ever heard. She couldn’t resist kissing him again, to see if it tasted as sweet as it sounded.

They were well and truly soaked by the time they parted again, and Kurt, ever the responsible one, frowned at the icy water that dripped from the brim of Nadia’s hat. The chill had started to seep into her bones, and it was only due to Kurt’s warmth and her own sheer force of will that she wasn’t shivering yet.

“We should get out of the rain. Wouldn’t want you catching cold.”

An innocuous statement; an obvious one, even. But one that raised an interesting question: “Back to the tavern? Or the house?”

If they went back to the tavern, they could rejoin their friends and pretend nothing had changed. It would be the more proper thing to do, to return to their chaperones and allow their courtship to follow a conventional pace. Going home meant having the rest of the night to themselves… to whatever end they chose.

“I think I’ve had my fill of crowds for the day. I want you to myself a little longer.” There was a promise in his voice that made her breath catch, followed by a surprising bashfulness as he dropped his gaze, the growing puddles on the ground around them suddenly fascinating. “If that is what you want, of course… I don’t mean to presume…”

“Yes,” she said quickly, before Kurt could find a way to talk himself out of this. “I want that too.”

He relaxed, tension draining from his shoulders, replaced with a tentative, but hopeful, version of the smile from before. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”

The storm picked up even more, stalling any further conversation. Nadia grabbed his hand as she took off down the street, practically running down the rapidly emptying alleys for the short distance to their home.

She pulled him back into her arms as soon as they crossed the threshold, her lips finding his again even before the door was latched. There was no telling how long it would be before they next had to brave the storm; she wanted to make the most of whatever time they had now.

#rhi writes #nadia/kurt #nadia de sardet #kurt greedfall #greedfall #sieglinde was so much fun to write she has such a dynamic and interesting voice #her and siora 100% have had brunch together to commiserate about their besties #(fun little detail that’s purely just there for me: using the colonial spelling of teer fradee for kurt and the native spelling tír fradí f #love the dichotomy of kurt being so romantic and well-spoken but also a shy tongue-tied dummy

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malka-lisitsa · 4 months

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Lets get kinda angsty here in regards to MOTHERHOOD for Katherine. I don't mean Katerina, I mean Katherine. Katherine buried the idea that she was a mother 500 some odd years ago. She knows she had a child but she doesn't consider herself a mother. Now because of her trauma Katherine never really developed motherly instincts, and she also never really grew up in a lot of ways. So when Nadia came out of nowhere Katherine genuinely wasn't prepared for that. Katherine is not the same person as Katerina, whatever mother Katerina could have been has nothing to do with Katherine 500 years later. Katherine has ZERO parental instincts and we see this over and over and OVER again with the way she interacts with Nadia. What truly fascinates me is Katherine has the instinct to protect Nadia, as we see when she takes Nadia's phone and starts shitting on Gregor. Katherine has a FEELING and she runs with her intuition trying to convince her daughter that he is bad news. But she has no idea how to mother Nadia. She pulls the "mom" card when she wants to protect her. Because In Katherine's mind parents are supposed to protect you, teach you how to survive in the world. Past that she has no clue what to do. She treats Nadia like a friend because she isnt sure how to make that mother daughter connection. Katherine's parents were TRASH and she's pretty sure that she would not be much better. So she keeps a bar between them even if she says "this is my daughter Nadia" you can plainly see that the body language between them is not saying the same thing. Another part of this that absolutely entertains the shit out of me is when Katherine tries to be "motherly" She straightens up trying to look as big and tall as possible. She even puts out an attitude that shes a 'mama bear' but in reality she has absolutely no idea what shes doing. Part of her wants to try to be a mother for Nadia, part of her is scared of it, and part of her is pretty certain she doesn't deserve it. But over all Katherine's confusing relationship with her daughter completely stems from the fact that she has no motherly instincts, no idea what a parent is really supposed to be like, and quite frankly shes still a kid in a lot of ways. She might as well be a teen mother with no support system for all the skills and preparation she has to be a mom. It also doesn't help that Nadia is physically older than her, and throws off Katherines psychological interaction. But YES this got long winded and Im sorry, but TL;DR Katherine is a shit mother and it's not her fault.

#answered #the one and only... sort of: ooc

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naushtheaspiringauthor · 3 months

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~Child Of The Storm~

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

Image by - @brokendreamtale2

Warnings- none

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Taglist- @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @sirisuorionblack @nadeleine123n @marauders-wife

Ch-37 ~Disbanding old traditions~

Anaya woke up early the next morning. She went out in the common hall to find almost everyone arguing over something.

"What's going on?" she asked Zoya

"The Sun Summoner has sent out word that she would be convening a war council. Each Grisha Order is to elect two representatives to attend." she responded in an annoyed voice

"So what seems to be the problem?"

"These Corporalnik snobs think they're above us and should be represented higher than us" She responded, her words making Anaya roll her eyes

"As usual" she grimaced. "Have you all even chosen anyone then?"

"Yeah. Fedyor and Sergei" Zoya huffed. "David and Paja from the Fabrikators"

"We still need to pick the Summoners" Nadia chimed in

"Well, whom are you all thinking of then?" Anaya asked, her question seemingly catching most of the Summoners' attention.

"Well, we do need people who've had experience managing the meetings and such" an older summoner spoke

"I believe Nazyalensky would be the fit choice for that" Anaya responded and to her surprise, most seemed to agree with her

"We need one more person now" Marie spoke

"We should choose one who probably has some experience overseas, so as to inform us of all possible routes the Darkling might take to enter Ravka" an older Inferni suggested

"That seems reasonable. Who might you suggest that be?" Anaya asked to no one in particular

But to her astonishment, none spoke a word and seemed to be looking at her.

She looked at her sides to see if they'd been looking at someone else. Much to her dismay, they were gazing at her.

"What?" she asked in utter confusion

"We believe you'd be the suitable choice for that" the inferni responded

Anaya furrowed her brows in confusion. "It's true" Rabeah spoke. "You've quite a lot of experience on Kerch lands, at Novyi Zem, and even on the true sea".

"I agree, Nasrazeen would be the fit choice" Zoya acclaimed

Anaya was taken aback by everyone's sudden agreement. If she was being honest, she'd wished to stay away from all this as much as she could, but she could no longer remain in a corner of the room and write poems.

She sighed before finally speaking, "Alright".

"Doesn't matter who you choose, we should still be represented highly" Sergei spoke, sparking the arguments yet again.

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The arguements grew further until they decided to head to the Sun Summoner's chambers, which had previously been the Darkling's.

Tolya and Tamar were standing shoulder to shoulder, blocking the group of angry Grisha from entering the chamber. Tolya’s arms had been crossed, and Tamar was shaking her head as Sergei and Fedyor loudly made their case. Everyone seemed to be talking at once.

“What’s going on?” Alina asked as she came out

As soon as Sergei saw her, he strode forward, clutching a piece of paper in his hand. Tamar moved to block him, but Alina waved her off.

“It’s all right,” she said. “What’s the problem?”

“This is unacceptable,” Sergei huffed.

“He’s right,” said Fedyor. “The Corporalki are the Grisha’s first line of defence. We’re the most experienced in military affairs and should be more fairly represented.”

“We’re just as valuable to the war effort,” declared Zoya, her color high. “If there are going to be three Corporalki on the council,” she said, “then there should be three Summoners, too.”

"I agree with her, you people aren't superior to us, we too have to play our part in the military affairs, mostly harder than you" Anaya joined in, not glancing at Alina's surprised expression

Everyone began shouting again. The Materialki hadn’t shown up to complain. As the lowest Grisha Order, they were probably just glad to be included, or possibly they were too caught up in their work to be bothered.

Alina held up her hand and they quieted instantly. “There will be two Grisha from each order,” she spoke. “No more, no less.”

“But—” began Sergei.

“The Darkling has changed. If we have any hope of beating him, we need to change, too. Two Grisha from each Order,” she repeated. “And the Orders will no longer sit separately. You’ll sit together, eat together, and fight together.”

They just stood there, gaping.

“And the Fabrikators start combat training this week,” Alina finished.

All of them seemed to attain horrified expression at once, this was not something any of them had anticipated. The Materialki weren’t considered warriors, so no one had ever bothered to teach them to fight.

“I can see you’re all thrilled,” she said with a small sigh.

Alina went to her table where her breakfast was laid on and opened the lid

“But ... but it’s always been this way,” sputtered Sergei.

“You can’t just overturn hundreds of years of tradition,” protested the older Inferni.

“Are we really going to argue about this, too? We’re at war with an ancient power beyond reckoning, and you want to squabble over who sits next to you at lunch?” Alina asked irritably

“That’s not the point,” Zoya spoke . “There’s an order to things, a way of doing them that—”

They all started gabbling again, about tradition, about the way things were done, about the need for structure and people knowing their places.

Alina set the cover back down on the dish with a loud clang. “This is the way we’re doing it,” she said, rapidly losing patience. “No more Corporalki snobbery. No more Etherealki cliques. And no more herring.”

Zoya opened her mouth but then thought better of it and shut it again.

“Now go, I want to eat my breakfast in peace.” Alina barked

For a moment, they just stood there. Then Tamar and Tolya stepped forward, the Grisha did as they were told. Zoya looked peeved, Anaya had a disinterested look and Sergei’s face was stormy, but they all shuffled meekly out of the room.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov x oc

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theintrovertbean · 2 years

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Now after seeing the *cough* 18+ stuff, I wonder if you have just sweet, wholesome headcanons of Nadia. I have one, tho very specific: Nadia is not really used to physical affection or talking with people 20 years younger than her but when she met the younger sibling of MC she made them feel like the most special person in the world (platonically) and everytime they would hug in greetings and goodbyes, Nadia cradles their head and it melts the kiddo's heart and MC's when they noticed.

Nadia is such a sweet person, and your headcanons melted my heart 😭

And I completely agree that she is not really used to interacting with such young people. No one said anything about her siblings having children, and since Nadia is still called the baby princess, she's the ultimate youngest Satrinava. And well, people in their late 30s/early 40s and people in their 20s/teens are two entirely different worlds, and our dear Countess knows that. That's why she was probably nervous as hell before meeting MC's younger sibling. But, of course, we're talking about Nadia, so it went extremely well, and the head cradling part is just incredibly wholesome. I wish she would do that to me. I imagined her doing it to my younger brother, but I quickly perished the thought because he's like twice her size. And he's a little bitch, so, Nadi, put my head to your tiddies instead.

As for the physical affection part, I have to agree with you again. She isolated herself during her marriage to Lucio, so there was definitely no affection of any kind. While living in Prakra, she mentioned in her tale that she had some distant crushes, so I think she has never had any proper romantic relationships before meeting MC, only a few physical ones. She also had trouble making friends or at least keeping those friends because everyone thought that her siblings were much cooler. She really needs a hug.

I added a few headcanons of my own. Most of them are pretty general, but I added some cute, wholesome stuff too.

Thanks for the request! I loved it (maybe a bit too much), and your headcanons are beyond amazing!

Nadia Satrinava headcanons

Nadia was a timid child, hiding behind her mother's skirt type. She was quite insecure, sometimes stuttered, never really had friends, and always blushed and avoided eye contact until she became a young adult. Then, with a lot of hard work, she turned herself into the strong woman she is now.

If MC has a younger sibling, it helps her grow as a person. She can finally become the older sister she never had, and baby the kiddo would be spoiled to death. In addition, it would help her see things from her siblings' perspective and potentially bring the Satrinavas even closer. Being an older sibling is a whole job; this younger sibling would help Nadia realize it.

An MC who is the eldest of their siblings can be an interesting experience for her too. She always pays attention to how MC treats their younger family members, and a part of her might wish she had an older sibling like MC.

Nadia has never held a baby. Ever.

When she is with MC, and they make her laugh very hard, she sometimes snorts and then covers her mouth. She apologizes, but it's just so cute. Only MC sees her like that.

Sometimes she zones out during meetings.

If MC can cook, Nadia subtly hints that she would like them to cook for her. She would help them, but it's not a very good idea. A sandwich is the best she can do.

Nadia is a great listener. She's not the best at giving emotional support, but this woman can come up with the most amazing logical solutions.

Sometimes she really wants (and needs) to be held, but she might be a little shy when asking for it. Putting her head on MC's chest and listening to their heartbeat is one of her favorite things in the world.

She thinks about MC all the time when they're not together.

Even when things are not exactly perfect between Nadia and MC, she stands up for them against anyone who dares to disrespect them.

Nadia loves physical affection; she just didn't know it until she met MC. From the moment she first saw MC, she was dying to touch them, and it was very surprising to her. Nadia is not used to a lover's gentle and loving touch, but she has secretly longed for it her whole life.

Her love languages are giving gifts and physical touch. She melts when MC gives her hugs for no reason, simply because they love her.

Nadia likes cheesy romance novels and has a hidden bookshelf filled with them.

She giggles and smiles whenever she looks at something that MC gave her.

As a child, whenever Nadia played alone (so most of the time), she made up stories in her head about the toys she was playing with.

Nadia is very independent, but it warms her heart when MC offers to help her with something. She could really use a hand once in a while, and while she wouldn't ask MC to take over some of her Countess duties, if they offer, she doesn't turn them down.

She dies of happiness whenever MC shows interest in her hobbies.

She was definitely a daddy's girl as a child. Her amazing fashion sense comes from Namar, and there's no doubt about it.

It's probably no secret, but Nadia is kind of an obsessive type of lover. She wouldn't rob MC of their freedom or control their life for them, but she would do anything for them. They're the light of her life, and she wants to share everything with them. So yeah, she can be a little clingy.

She secretly wishes to be a random rich woman without all the Countess duties so that she could spend her whole life spoiling and loving MC.

Nadia is extremely intelligent and talented in many things. She is interested and educated in almost every subject. Mathematics, Physics, History, Geography, and languages are her favorites, but she also enjoys the arts, such as music. Biology is not really her thing, tho, but she knows some basics.

For Nadia, loving MC is like being a teenager again. They bring out her carefree, playful side.

She gives long, soft, and very warm hugs, the kinds that make you want to melt in her arms.

It might be surprising, but Nadia doesn't think highly of herself. She is aware of her beauty, rank, and knowledge, but as a person, she feels like she's not someone interesting. She never had any close relationships, and she thinks the problem lies within her. Therefore, when MC is very much in love with her, it gives her a huge confidence boost.

Nadia likes it when cats curl up on her lap.

Her kisses are simply magical and full of love.

#nadia satrinava #arcana nadia #countess nadia #the arcana nadia #arcana #the arcana #nadia x apprentice #nadia x mc #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #nadia please marry me

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tornsurvivors · 3 months

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Could you tell me more about Nadia? Based on your RP posts, I love her!

She is actually a canon character from the sci-fi horror movie, Pandorum. But there was little info to her background and life before she joined the Bradenburg Institute as a geneticist, except that she has an older brother. Didn't say a name, so I gave him one -- Bruno Shariff.

I make her heavily AU / cross-over based. I could put her in any verse easily.

She's the type that takes no bullshit, prefers to work alone often because she has an immense distrust of people and hates it when someone slows her down. Generally, she can be an asshole but when you, God Forbid she even likes you enough, get close when she allows it... you'll see she is fiercely loyal and passionate when it comes to loving you.

Fair warning, cross her once... may God have mercy on your soul. It takes A LOT to earn her trust. Even if you saved her life, she still would be hesitant and distrustful... but less of an asshole to you. The privilege of having her warm up to you is entirely on you, tread carefully and choose your words & actions wisely if you care enough. However, if you were to hurt her brother, she'd probably kill you. Or at least attempt to if you can fight back. He's her best friend.

I wouldn't say she's 'egoistic', she just has a lot of that sexy confidence and pride is her strongest trait (and also a weakness). She just knows she looks damn good and that she can get shit done just as good, and better.

Yes, she does have a huge fear. Being claustrophobic. Because of an accident when she was sixteen years old, a big rig accidentally pushed her and her father off a cliff on the road and into the river. She almost drowned, but her father managed to get out and save her. Since then, she hates riding in enclosed vehicles -- preferring motorcycles, mopeds, bicycles over anything. Any other small and confined spaces will make her freak the fuck out to the point where she is bound to get violent and fights till she is out of the space. She doesn't even use the elevator, always the stairs. Another fear is being powerless and a failure, she always has to be in control and dominant. If she let you take the wheel and becomes the passenger, that's how you know she trusts you and it's quite a feat in itself.

She's a knife / cloak and dagger woman. She fucking hates guns, any type of firepower... because they can jam, they're loud and if you're not careful, it can go off and blast your face into pieces. She relies heavily on knives because they can make one's death slow and painful. They're not just 'business', they're personal and she likes to make her target know they crossed the wrong woman. She likes to leave her enemy bleeding from the inside out, instilling fear in them and drowning in their regrets. Crossbows and bows are definitely okay in her book if she wants to get the job done quickly, just an arrow or bolt to the head and no one will ever hear her.

Oh, and she doesn't like coffee much. She hates fast food, or any food like such. She's a lover of exotic foods and any food that provides plenty of nutrition. She has eaten crickets before for 'protein' in Pandorum.

#i love her to death #i've written her for over 10 years now #𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐂 ][ she wore a smile like a loaded gun

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 4 months

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Every now and then, I see tweets about 2D animated movies made around the 2000s... Typically action-oriented movies that were aimed at a "big kid" audience. Typically boys around 8-12 years old-ish. Movies that infamously flopped pretty badly upon release...

The likes of... THE ROAD TO EL DORADO, TITAN A.E., ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE, TREASURE PLANET, and SINBAD: LEGEND OF THE SEVEN SEAS...

I'm gonna assume a lot of these people who pine for those kinds of movies to be made again weren't alive in the early 2000s, or were very very little when they were first released...

(I'm not specifically singling out Okiro, their post was simply wishing that these movies had done well when they first came out. No harm in that.)

Anyways... A lot of other people wonder why these movies that *slapped* flopped so hard back in the day...

For starters, it's because these movies were not very well-liked back when they first came out.

A lot of them got really mixed to negative critical reception, adults on message boards and forums thought they were or looked absolutely dumb, it didn't help that they were 2D animated during the era where any given new CG film was a big novelty worth seeing on a big screen. Keep in mind, the likes of SHARK TALE and CHICKEN LITTLE - both critically lambasted movies back in the day - still made more money than a beloved movie like LILO & STITCH.

Times changes, tastes change...

For example, in 2001, ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE was attacked for having a diverse set of characters. Swap "woke" for "politically correct", and you'll see that 2001-times were really no different from now times... We just didn't have social media back then. It was also ripped apart by some American anime fans who felt it was a deliberate rip-off of NADIA: THE SECRET OF THE BLUE WATER, and this was definitely fueled by the whole LION KING/KIMBA controversies that arose in the mid-to-late '90s. A lot of people were convinced that Disney was ripping off another anime classic. (Miramax, who were owned by Disney back then, also infamously tried to cut PRINCESS MONONOKE for its North American release, which also added fuel to the fire.)

But the main sort-of consensus on ATLANTIS was that it was a toothless PG-rated action movie that was probably too intense for younger kids and too silly for anyone over the age of 10 who would rather see a harder PG-13 movie, or something R-rated. They would be likelier to try to sneak into the SOUTH PARK movie than see something like ATLANTIS. That also affected TITAN A.E., TREASURE PLANET, etc. etc. Those movies targeted an audience that was never going to be there to begin with.

Meanwhile, in 2001, adults went and saw the CG animated comedies SHREK and MONSTERS, INC. in addition to families heading to them. The writing and the characters hooked them. I was at a Christmas party a week ago, and one of the older adult guests - who was maybe 10-15 years older than I am - was saying in a conversation about Disney and Pixar movies that he happened to like MONSTERS, INC. In a sorta, "oh yeah, that MONSTERS, INC. one. I like that!" It was hard to get a mid-20s adult to see an animated movie back then, and movies like SHREK and MONSTERS, INC. had the hooks for them.

The year prior, TITAN A.E. and EL DORADO flopped hard, but also, so did buddy comedy THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE, and the general release of FANTASIA 2000. All largely 2D movies, at that. Aardman/DreamWorks' CHICKEN RUN did great, RUGRATS IN PARIS made back its budget, and DINOSAUR was popular despite not making enough for Disney to greenlight a sequel and to keep The Secret Lab (the production company set up to make the movie) operating.

2002 was when TREASURE PLANET came out. That shared the year with CG comedy ICE AGE, which did very well, and Disney's 2D family drama LILO & STITCH, which did pretty good! The anomaly of that sorry era for 2D animated movies... Everything else, though... EIGHT CRAZY NIGHTS, SPIRIT: STALLION OF THE CIMARRON, POWERPUFF GIRLS MOVIE, etc. Rough year. The big hit was the 3D funny animals movie, and also the hybrid STUART LITTLE sequel. Oddly, THE WILD THORNBERRYS MOVIE managed to somewhat make its budget back.

And of course, SINBAD happened to share its summer with FINDING NEMO. SINBAD didn't even make a fraction of FINDING NEMO's opening weekend gross... And that same year, RUGRATS GO WILD, BROTHER BEAR, etc.... All just grossed in the sub-$100m regions domestically and didn't do much better worldwide.

Movies like ATLANTIS and TREASURE PLANET, struggled because they didn't have an adult hook. I remember at the time, the lack of interest (I was 8 when ATLANTIS came out), and later seeing on forums what adults thought of these movies. How they didn't want to see them. How they looked uncool and stupid. Meanwhile, the likes of SHREK, MONSTERS (comma) INC., ICE AGE, and FINDING NEMO? That was where it was at!

ATLANTIS and TREASURE PLANET likely just looked like kiddie action movies that... Little kids probably couldn't go to see, so... For no one, really.

But some kids out there had the VHSes and DVDs of these movies, and watched them again and again and again... And took them, along with several other 2D flops of the era, into their adulthood. The ones who have kids are showing those same movies to them, so that's the happy ending. It's also kind of a Disney tradition... PINOCCHIO, FANTASIA, BAMBI, ALICE IN WONDERLAND, and SLEEPING BEAUTY were massive flops on their first releases, too... I do know that ATLANTIS and TREASURE PLANET did much better on home video than they did in theaters, and I'm sure TV airings helped as well.

Video saved many a non-Disney animated movie, too. Like, there's a reason why there were sequels to movies like ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN and FERNGULLY. They were video hits. Heck, if anything, the video sales for movies like EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE and BROTHER BEAR are why they got direct-to-video sequels (and in NEW GROOVE's case, a TV series).

I could also go on a tangent about people pining for the '90s Disney animated movies like THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME and TARZAN, and those same people comparing those movies to the rather focus-grouped and toothless Disney animated films we get now. Like STRANGE WORLD and WISH. And yet, when the likes of HUNCHBACK, HERCULES, MULAN, and TARZAN were released? They were treated as dull, more of the same, "politically correct" (especially in MULAN's case), insulting even. Those movies were also test screened for random groups of toddlers, and stuff was cut or altered because of what they felt. Things weren't perfect back then, either... We may look back on '90s Disney Animation and say "What nerve they had, adapting all those dark stories, folklore, and even American history into G-rated family friendly musicals!" And back then, that really really rankled and even offended folks.

So it's a real case of "you had to be there". In hindsight, a movie like HUNCHBACK or ATLANTIS seems amazing compared to some of the stuff that comes out today. It hits different, for sure. "How could the world have skipped these movies at the box office???" The world was very different back then. Box office reflects where the zeitgeist is at, and it too reflects lots of things, more than just "audiences loved the movie". Sometimes seeing a movie that everyone else is seeing for whatever reason is like some larger cultural thing, that same movie could very well be forgotten within a year.

Let's use 2001, ATLANTIS' release year, as our example... Some of the highest grossing movies of that year were PEARL HARBOR, JURASSIC PARK III, VANILLA SKY, etc. PEARL HARBOR, for example, is pretty reviled... But lots of people went and saw it, but I don't see or hear an ounce of the positivity regularly given to ATLANTIS, given to that movie. And that's a Michael Bay movie, no less! His once widely-despised TRANSFORMERS movies have seen reappraisal in some circles, along with some of his other pictures... So, long story short, box office means a whole lot of things... It just captures where the public is at, not so much the perceived quality of the movie nor if audiences actually liked the movie.

And sometimes, a movie is too late or too early. It's hard to make an impression when you never know where the larger public is at, and there's lots of other stuff out there... Maybe the old way of measuring a movie's success has been archaic for decades now...

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 9 months

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So I’m mostly curious about this for Muriel’s sake (he’s my favorite) but I have an HC request for if the M6, whether through a dream or magic, got to talk with their past selves from the darkest point in their lives, what would they say? Try to comfort/cheer themselves up? Assuming everyone got their Upright endings.

The Arcana HCs: M6 talking to their past selves

~ this is such an interesting one, @httyd-chocolate! thank you for the request, I hope you like what I do with it! (for hc purposes, this occurs as a magical dream where past and present selves interact) - brainrot ~

Julian

The dream is so vivid that he doesn't realize what it is until it's over

But right now, he's staring down at this gangly, scared, insecure almost-teenager, and every heroic bone in his body is telling him that this boy deserves all the safety and support in the world

It's weird to hear his young self saying the same deprecating things that he still does, but the jokes that normally make him laugh don't sound funny at all coming from a kid

And before he knows it, all the words he's heard you and Portia and Mazelinka say to him are spilling out of his mouth

"You're not alone. People are fortunate to be around you. You only drag everyone around you down when you refuse to let them lift you up. Sticking around to see the future is worth it."

At the same time, seeing himself in that kid's eyes is world-altering

Because to that younger self, the man he is now is smart, and heroic, and important, and somebody worth growing up to be

They stroll down to the seaside, at one point, as Julian listens to tiny Ilya's frustrations with his sister, and himself, and not knowing who he is or what comes next besides a call away from home

"You're pretty cool, mister," Ilya says at one point, "who are you?"

"I'm you," Julian says, and the look of hope and surprised delight he sees on Ilya's face makes him wake up with tears in his eyes

Asra

They know where they are as soon as the back alleys of the South End swim into view. They don't expect to see themself though

He's caught glimpses of the past once or twice, with you by his side, but those were moments of a childhood of wonder and escape. The kid in front of him hasn't found that magic yet

Little Asra is hiding in a corner behind a trash heap, clutching their lost mother's shawl and trying to hide the sniffles that shake their thin shoulders. Though all that disappears when they spot Big Asra

Suddenly, he's being scrutinized with the most curious gaze, and there's no hiding who he is. So he joins hands with him and starts wandering around, paying for lots of street food along the way

They'd forgotten how many questions they used to ask people

Until one hits him out of nowhere: "what's it like for us now?"

They don't want to leave that scared, lonely kid without something to look forward to, so they play with the dream a bit and lead Little Asra to a familiar magic shop a few streets away from the town square

In the dream, you're dozing by the fire, tea and snacks waiting on the table, and Big Asra watches his child self gaze at you in awe and remember what home feels like

It's sobering, to lead that child back to the docks and tuck them in to sleep under the pier, but it's a glimpse of warmth they're glad they got to share

Nadia

She has a suspicion of what's going on when she opens her eyes in her childhood bedroom, and that suspicion is confirmed when her 14-year-old self storms in and slams the door shut

She's ready to provide a haven. A listening ear. Ready to tell the young woman in front of her that she's right, that she's ready for more, that being held back and dismissed like this really isn't fair

Until the 14-year-old opens her mouth and starts to unload her day

For the first time in years, Nadia's not sure what to say. Does she want to tell this young woman that she's right, her parents and older sisters are being overprotective and unreasonable? Yes!

But does she find herself agreeing that a 14-year-old should not be allowed to go off to the battlefield her older sibling is serving as a medic on to lead the army to victory herself? ... yes ...

Does the embarrassed, hurting, angry teen in front of her need to know that? Absolutely not. So Nadia listens and nods instead

There are other things she sees that she realizes she remembers correctly. The fear of not measuring up. The frustration of having to wait to meet the milestones her siblings have already passed

So she tells this precocious, prickly young woman what you've been seeing in her all along: she is strong. She is smart. She is someone worth having faith in, and she doesn't need to be afraid

Muriel

He doesn't have to think twice. As soon as he sees that big, bony lad that was himself in his early twenties, huddled in a cell under the Coliseum after his first fight, he's breaking him out of there

He starts to wonder if this is a dream, when the iron bars give way under his grasp, but he's focusing on wrapping his cloak around those shivering shoulders and leading him out of the city

He's forgotten how scrawny he'd been before he bulked up on the meals provided for Lucio's prized fighter, and seeing spatters of his first opponent's blood on such a boyish face breaks his heart

They're both silent on the way through the woods. The younger him is still in shock, and the older him isn't sure what to do next

When the reach the clearing, the hut is more like what older him is used to. He helps young Muriel into the outside bath and begins putting together a hearty stew for the two of them to share

They both stay quiet. Older him watches every flinch and start and quiet pause of happiness and safety and keeps realizing that he deserves better. He deserves good things. I want him to have that.

They both turn bright red when younger him notices that the bed has two pillows on it, but they both know that that's a good thing

When the time comes for them to wake up, Muriel wraps that kid up in his arms. "... it gets better. Promise. You deserve it."

Portia

This is trippy, but after what she's been through with you, Portia guesses this is just par for the course. Why is she in Nevivon?

Her question is answered when a nine-year-old girl comes careening around the corner, fiery curls flying, just in time to collide with her and go sprawling in the dust by the road

Oh, Portia thinks, I remember being like this. I remember her.

Portia watches Pasha pick herself up, lower lip trembling with rage and eyes full of tears, getting ready to lash out at whoever just ripped her dress and made her day go from awful to terrible

And she pulls that little girl into the tightest hug she can manage

Once Pasha's made good use of the handkerchief she's been handed, she takes Portia's hand and shows her around town

She tells Portia all about her life right now. About the grandmas who take care of her, and the parents she doesn't remember

And she talks and talks and talks about her amazing older brother, the last family she has, who left several months ago to explore the world and find adventure and save people - without her

Portia listens and comments, but she keeps getting distracted looking at the strong, clear-eyed, purposeful little girl next to her

So she spends the rest of her visit telling that kid that she's strong, she's interesting, she's exciting, and she is so, so very important, even when it's just her

Lucio

He's back in the frozen woods. He doesn't like the frozen woods

And neither, apparently, does the six year old boy across from him

At first he's just concerned. Why is a small child alone in the freezing cold? He needs to help them get safe and warm

Then he recognizes the golden head of hair, and the big, silver eyes staring up at him, and the nose red from cold, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from yelling as he starts a fire and asks for a name

He likes having a different name, he realizes, when he gets to introduce himself as Lucio the Adventurer to little Montag

Montag, he learns, is alone on a quest to hunt down a bear per his mother's instructions, but he's cold and hungry and frightened

To Montag, Lucio is a hero. He's big and strong and has a cool arm and builds a fire to keep him warm and listens to him talk about how he wants to be a leader when he grows up, without scoffing at his dreams

So the two of them huddle together by the fire under one of the trees, sharing a cloak and talking about who they are

Lucio hears the beginnings of his downfall already in Montag's stories about growing up stronger than everyone so the people in his family and his tribe will have no choice but to praise him

And Montag hears humility and hope from Lucio, about the importance of recognizing mistakes and learning to love and be loved

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #the arcana angst #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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pawsimses · 2 years

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Know what? Here's some random HCs from one of my Legacy verses because I feel like it

Kira and Lana are sisters, Lana being the older of the two. It isn't a well known fact and the two don't fully reconcile with their relation until after EoO. Prior they had a typical sibling rivalry as children and a tense strained relationship as adult upon reuniting years after Kira ran away.

"Kira Carsen" isn't Kira's birth name. Haven't decided her birth name yet but since she's Lana's sister she's a Beniko. Kira Carsen was the name she gave herself upon fleeing the Empire as a means of a fresh start, amongst fear of being found out as a runaway Sith acolyte.

Jaren Beniko is a high ranking Sith Lord in this (Kelsa was not). A stern but oddly soft man with his daughters and a no-nonsense strict officer in the field, he had a way of getting around situations through negotiations rather than drawing his saber, though he wasnt afraid to get his hands dirty if provoked (a trait he passed to his eldest daughter Lana). Was actually a Dark Council member in his early years prior to Kira's disappearance. Loved his daughters dearly. Because of his nature and odd habit of less ruthless approaches for a Sith, there was a rumor he was once a fallen Jedi. Still working on him but may roll a SW class for him.

(YES I'm playing here w the Benikos are Kenobi ancestors theory)

Ancient Sith Purebloods were dragons. Subsequently modern Sith, even humans, can become big lizard puppies if they tried. This is due in part to virtually most Sith sharing bloodlines w ancient Sith. Types of dragons varied/vary from fiery breathers to acid spitters to poisonous nibblers.

On the dragons note, though they CAN most Sith DON'T unlock the dragon form (it's a pain/not well known knowledge/assumed to only be from select bloodlines (which is bs)). The only known participant is Vowrawn. Because course he would. It surprised nobody as Vowrawn is from a very rich and old Sith family, almost considered nobility (Almost...😏).

On that note, Krovos and Shaar are Vowrawn's daughters through a past arranged marriage (now dissolved). Though he commited to the union only to appease family (neither spouse were in love), he does love his daughters and is proud of them and actively retains good relations with them presently. His ex and him are on good terms (they aren't Sith).

Mako is Force Sensitive in my verse (as is my BH). She was, obviously, never found by the Jedi; as a clone, and therefore part of a secret project, her name and identity were not held on Republic records (SIS files only). On top of that, her abilities are not as visibly apparently compared to other FS and she doesn't use them openly much (like Raina). She learns a few techniques from my BH, an ex-Jedi Initiate himself, and the two form a close sibling bond.

Post LotS Kira and Nadia are a married couple. They met before briefly during vanilla but only got to really connect upon joining the Alliance. Kira was the first to realize and have very much Bi Panic bc oh no. Knight Grell is cute. Very cute. She's so pretty when she laughs. She's got beautiful eyes halp-

Nadia however, was the one to make the first move, through various sputtering and flustered words, so nervous much pinning. Kira could only keep kissing her after that. Nadia will admit first she cried from happiness.

They are adorkable I love them ❤️

Jaric Kaedan and Syo Bakarn were quietly involved together prior to the First Son incident. It fell apart after Syo was arrested and brought before the Council for trial. Only then could he watch as his now former lover now looked at him with disgust. The heartbreak was something that plagued Syo just as bad as the guilt over the First Son's actions for years to come after. He truly loved Jaric.

Though not extreme nobility anymore, the Bakarn family is still very much elite and one of the more famous families on Corellia. These days they run a successful distillery business, which keeps them up in the ranks as one of the more prosperous names. Syo holds a share of the family's company.

Syo has two younger siblings. His brother (middle child) is an immature spoiled person who latched onto their family's title and status, preferring to drink at the cantinas around Corellia and flirt with potential lovers (ur 42 Jack stop). Syo doesnt get along with him at all. Syo's sister (youngest) is a gentle kind soul with a heart for helping those around her, though she has issues with temper and differing opinions. Syo adores her and she acts as his confident when he's home complaining about their brother lol

Jaric was born and raised on Tatooine. It was not a happy childhood and he strongly refuses to discuss it (AKA me brain can't decide on what to do there lol). Doesn't like sand. Satele is, for all intensive purposes, his adopted sister. She fills the hole in his heart left by the loss of his younger sister and he often sees her through Satele. Zho was a suggorate father in place of his bio one, whom Jaric has negative opinions about. He quietly regrets never reconciling with Zho.

May make an AU out of it but for a short time, Saresh almost became Theron's stepmother (she and Jace were seriously dating). Theron wants to vomit every time he remembers.

Jace has dated other people outside Saresh post Satele. But it doesnt last. His heart only belongs to one.

Marr did love Satele in his own way posthumously. It's not exactly full romance but...he cared deeply for her.

And that's all for now lol

#swtor #swtor headcanon #kira carsen #lana beniko #nadia grell #darth vowrawn #darth krovos #darth shaar #jace malcom #satele shan #jaric kaedan #syo bakarn #theron shan #darth marr #mako

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ghostace · 2 years

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it's been a long while since i did the writing thing, and never really for swtor. everything is 🤷

doc x jedi knight

on ossus, sometime during the kotfe/et separation, wherein doc misses his wife

There was more grey in his hair these days. Distinguished, he'd call it, when Nadia caught him examining it in the mirror. Everyone loved a sexy, older-but-not-old-old doctor, and it just added to his charm.

Was she out there somewhere, getting older too? Laugh lines deepening, skin softening, only ever growing stronger? Any other possibility couldn't be considered, even if the ache in his chest said otherwise. Heartburn, he'd say, to wave off any concerns. The wrong diagnosis, perhaps, but who were they to argue with a doctor?

Maybe they were just too polite to point out the lie.

It wasn't like he understood how the Force worked. Maybe she was the only one who could read him; dark eyes narrowed, words cutting right through the bluster to the heart of the matter. To his heart.

There was hope, once, that she would find him, find the rest of the Jedi, that somehow his need and desperation could reach across the galaxy to bring her home. Kira insisted she was still out there, distant but alive, but Kira wasn't here to repeat those daily platitudes.

The others asked, sometimes, about travelling with the Jedi who had taken on the Sith Emperor. Before, they'd called him an ally, a friend, and he'd wink at her across the room. Now he had to smile through gritted teeth, pretend as if he wasn't her husband, vague generalisations instead of loving anecdotes, left wondering just how much they could sense he was hiding. They thought her a martyr, a mythical hero to add to the archives, and each day he came closer to slipping, to revealing just how little they knew.

Even cut off, they kept a galactic calendar, to celebrate milestones and life days. Time passed strangely on this orange planet, so occupied with the need to simply survive, that he might have missed it if it weren't for that.

Ten years.

Ten years, and more than half of it apart.

Ten years since he'd pulled himself together to admit what he really wanted.

Ten years since she took his hands and repeated those words back again.

And here he was, alone on a barren rock, surrounded by people who didn't, and couldn't know.

That was the crux of the issue, wasn’t it? The secrecy, so enforced because he couldn’t risk her position: Jedi rules. They’d argued about it, talked in circles into frustration, and now? It was time wasted instead of appreciated, time he could have spent lost in her arms, her eyes, her smile. What would even happen if he told this group of Jedi, so cut off from the galaxy? Would it tarnish her memory, or ruin a future when she returned?

If she returned.

More than half the colony weren’t Jedi, other regular people fleeing the destruction and seeking protection. There’d been looks, moments when tending a sprained ankle could have turned into something else, but the charm wasn’t always there when he reached for it these days. What would be the point? His heart had been ruined– saved– so it didn’t matter how hard they flirted, no one else could hold his attention now.

The colony had a working still, which was built approximately ten seconds after the first building’s roof was installed, and it pumped out some sort of clear alcohol that would knock even Gnost-Dural on his back. It lived now in a spot dubbed “the watering hole”, and most nights that was the place to be, with both Jedi and civilians sharing stories, dancing, playing cards– whatever sort of pleasure they could derive from this hellhole of a planet. He’d gotten to know a lot of them over a drink, but tonight he waved a polite decline to the usual carousers inviting him in.

There was a rock near the perimeter sensors that he’d spotted a while back, wide and flat and out of sight of most of the habitation buildings, the perfect size to stretch out and watch the stars. When he’d arrived, he’d tucked away a bottle of good Ralltiir rum with an ever-despairing hope that he might crack it open someday, to share in a reunion, a celebration. This might be as close as he’d ever get.

He could taste the memories as he sipped directly from the bottle, could almost see her eyes in the stars reflecting off the glass. Darkening cheeks, unrestrained laughter, falling into each others’ arms; it used to be so easy to love her.

It still was.

“Ten years, beautiful,” he said into the night. “You better be raising a glass wherever you are.”

Not that he’d hold it against her if she wasn’t.

“Remember the first time we went to Ralltiir together?” he chuckled to himself. “My parents hated both of us so much that we just got a hotel and stayed in bed all week.” The humour felt hollow even to him. “Then we dressed up to go to the ritziest restaurant on the entire planet and you, you looked like a princess from a holonovel, but you couldn’t stop worrying about how expensive it was or whether you’d get recognised…”

We really shouldn’t be wasting credits on such frivolous things, she’d fret. Jedi are supposed to live frugally, Archie.

Archie. He missed that name, as ridiculous as it was. From her lips it wasn’t a curse, but a gift. What he’d give to hear her say it, even one more time…

“Sounds like someone who means a lot to you.” Shit. Gnost-Dural’s filtered voice floated over the breeze, and like a teenager caught out, he instinctively hid the bottle of rum in his coat. Idiot, the Jedi don’t care about that.

“Something like that.” He leaned back, but Gnost-Dural waited, patient yet present. He wasn’t going to accept the deflection.

“My wife’s been missing a long time now,” he admitted, eventually, trying to shut down the line of questioning. If the Jedi really could read lies there was probably a holosign above his head right now.

“You’ve mentioned her, on occasion.”

“She’s a very private person, even if she’s…” he struggled to get the word out, “even if she’s gone. I wouldn’t want to…” He sighed, trailing off. What could he say? He would shout from the very highest point of this planet, plaster the holonet with hearts, graffiti their names on the walls if he could, but he’d made a promise.

Even if it was going to kill him.

“Well, I hope there is someone here you can talk to.” Gnost-Dural’s voice grew sorrowful. “We all need support sometimes.”

“I’m fine, really,” he lied. “It’s just an anniversary.”

#swtor #swtor fic #swtor doc #jedi knight #doc's romance is good actually and i will die on this hill #don't follow me expecting more of this my next fic blurb will be in approx 2028 at this rate #i've just been having teness/doc feelings as of late and i love them

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Oren needs a new wife, and is still head over heels for Nadia. The Peteran faith is big on forgiveness and if Nadia were to give up woohoo work and convert he could marry her without issues. She is getting older, and woohoo work is not a great profession for a sim in their golden years, plus she has seen a lot of tragedy at the brothel lately. Oren also would be glad to have a wife who is barren so she wouldn’t die like Helena did.

He makes his proposal and she rejects him outright, insisting she has no interest in getting stuck at the parsonage, and become meek and religious Mrs Woodson who teaches sunday school classes and makes pies. Oren is disappointed but moves on, since he really does need a wife.

#sims 2 #ts2 historical #ts2 #rwpark

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elenaaadaniels · 2 years

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Chapter Eleven: Assembling A Team

Part 12

Warning: Mention of weapons, Cara being the best wing-man, Nothing but Fluff :)

___________________________________ Maybe it's 'cause I got a little bit older. Maybe it's all that I've been through. I'd like to think it's how you lean on my shoulder. And how I see myself with you.

-𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘯 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘮 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩 ___________________________________

Nadia moved her hand around the condensation that had gathered around the mirror. With the child asleep, she had slipped to take a shower and now she was grateful for it given when she was feeding him earlier, he got his dinner on her. She grabbed the small comb and started detangling her hair smelling the raspberry scent from the hair products she had used.

It was better then smelling like chicken noodle soup. Once her hair was detangled, she grabbed her stuff and left the wash room letting her hair airdry and climbed up to the cockpit seeing the child sleeping in his pod while Din flew the Razor Crest.

" Shower is all yours." She announced taking a seat." Although, I should warn you, I probably used all the hot water."

He chuckled," You always do."

" I can't help it. I'm not use to a hot shower." She defended moving the child's pod closer to her and re-tucking him in.

Din placed the Razor Crest on autopilot and turned in his seat looking to her. Admitting to himself a week ago he had feelings for Nadia, every little moment they shared caused him to tense up, unsure of what to say or do. She would place her hand on his shoulder and it would cause his whole face to turn beet red or passing by each other with lingering touches would cause his whole body to grow with goosebumps. She would simply look at him and he would forget what he was about to say.

He cleared his voice," You... you, uh, you look—decent."

The one thing about Din, was he knew nothing about flirting. He had in mind all of the wonderful names and compliments he could give her, but when the words came out his mouth, they weren't the best. Nadia turned to him, a frown on her face at his words growing a bit self-conscious.

" What?"

Din froze," Decent." He repeated.

" Decent?" Nadia questioned sitting up in her seat." I look...Decent?"

" Yes?"

She nodded her head knowing she might have not looked her best right now, but decent just seemed more like an insult at the moment than any other word he could of used. She placed with the ends of her hair nervously.

" Do I not look decent other times?"

Her tone was clear as day and Din instantly knew that his attempt at flirting had backfired. The way he had spoke was like she didn't look beautiful like she did everyday.

" No!" He defended growing nervous." No, no, um...you do um..."

A message coming in started to beep loudly luckily distracting the two of them away from their awkward conversation.

" Hold that thought." Din replied allowing the transmission to come through.

" My friend, if you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive." Greef Karga spoke causing the two of them to listen intently." You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too. I guess we can call it even. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. The man who hired you is still here, and his ranks of ex-Imperial guards have grown. They have imposed despotic rule over my city, which has impeded the livelihood of the Guild. We consider him an enemy, but we cannot get close enough to take him out."

Nadia moved from her seat to get a closer look at the transmission. Her arm brushing against Din's lightly distracted him before he shook it off to focus.

" If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while. You have been successful so far in staving off their hunters, but they will not stop until they have their prize. So, here is my proposition. Return to Nevarro. Bring the child as bait. I will arrange an exchange, and provide loyal Guild members as protection. Once we get near the client, you kill him, and we both get what we want. If you succeed, you keep the child and I will have your name cleared with the Guild, for a man of honor should not be forced to live in exile. I await your arrival with optimism."

With the transmission over, Nadia leaned against the control panel looking over to Din, who was already looking at her.

" What do you think about this?"

She crossed her arms," It's risky, but if we take out the man who wants the child, we run free and he's safe." She admitted watching him shake his head.

" Last time we did something risky, you almost stabbed."

" And yet, I'm still here." She pointed out.

" It was my judgement that caused you to almost get stabbed." He pressed on, irritation in his voice at the memories." I'm the one that made the call. We nearly lost you-"

" I trust you." She interrupted.

If anything was going to let him do this, it would be the three words that shocked him each time he heard them. He stared into her eyes never seeing a single moment of doubt or lie. She trusted him even though this journey could be worse than a couple of criminals on their ship.

" Hold on tight." He answered placing the coordinates in to visit a friend first.

His plan was to gain back up before they reached Nevarro. No doubt Greef Karga would have his own backup and Din just having himself and Nadia didn't seem smart enough. It only took an hour before they came to the planet Sorgan. A bright smile found its place on Nadia's face at the nice memories on the planet and they peace they endure while here. Din landed in the same open space as before with Nadia carrying the child as they walked to the small diner hearing cheers from inside.

They walked through the small crowd seeing in the middle, Cara was fighting against someone while both tied together through an electric lasso. Nadia was impressed watching Cara willingly fight against someone and taking hits that surely would of had Nadia out for a couple of days. Cara flipped over the man before tying the lasso around his neck until he tapped out causing her to win in victory.

" Pay up, mudscuffers!" She cheered holding her hands out as people handed in their bet money." Come on. That's mine, thank you. All right, thank you."

" Looking for some work?" Din questioned coming into view.

She gave a small smile walking to a table," What you got, Mando?"

" The guy who gave Mando the job to capture the child recontacted him." Nadia spoke taking a seat and placing the child on her lap." The client that originally wanted the child has imposed despotic rule over Nevarro. Greef Karga wants us to return to Nevarro and bring the child as bait."

Cara frowned," What do you guys get out of this?"

" He will arrange an exchange, and provide loyal Guild members as protection. He wants Mando to get near the client and kill him further letting us keep the child and having his name cleared with the Guild."

" It seems like a straightforward operation." Din shrugged." They're providing the plan and firepower. I'm the snare."

" With the kid?" Cara questioned.

Din nodded his head," That's why I'm coming to you."

" I don't know. I've been advised to lay low." She admitted." If anybody runs my chain code, I'll rot in a cell for the rest of my life."

" I thought you were a veteran." Nadia questioned when the same man Cara was fighting gave her his part of the bet.

" Come back soon." She teased turning back to the two." I've been a lot of things since. Most of them carry a life sentence. If I so much as book passage on a ship registered to the New Republic, I'm..."

" I have a ship." Din interrupted." I can bring you there and back with a handsome reward. You can live free of worry."

" I'm already free of worry, and I'm not in the mood to play soldier anymore. Especially fighting some local warlord."

" He's not a local warlord. He's Imperial." Din said knowing the keyword was all he needed.

" I'm in." She toasted chugging down her drink before slamming it onto the table.

" That was easy." Nadia chuckled taking a sip of her own drink.

Throwing some credits onto the table, the four of them quickly returned back to the Crest taking off and back on their journey. Cara was impressed when seeing the ship and more so when inside seeing how tidy Nadia had kept the place. The child cooed loudly bouncing on Nadia's leg while Cara smiled looking away from the two and to Din, who was flying the ship.

" Does your contact need to vet me?"

" Doesn't know you're coming." He admitted causing Cara to cringe.

" Really? That could be a problem." She warned

" It won't. But if it is, that's his problem." Din corrected getting up from his seat and walking down the cockpit.

Cara joined him and Nadia wanted to as well placing the child in his small little pod bed and gave him a toy to distract him. The three climbed down the ladder watching Din's armory doors open with all the blasters gleaming to Cara.

" Pick one." He said and already Cara was looking the weapons over while he looked to Nadia next." You too."

She playfully rolled her eyes at him walking next to Cara and picking a blaster that was familiar to the one she already had.

" You trust the contact?"

Din shook his head," Not particularly."

" He and I had a run-in last time we were there on some Guild business." Nadia answered grabbing a small knife and stuffing it into his boot.

Cara frowned with a shrug," So then why are we going?"

" I don't have a choice."

" You saw what happened on Sorgan. They'll keep sending hunters." Nadia spoke looking over to Cara sadly at the memory." The kid will never be safe until the Imp is dead."

Cara nodded still confused," And you're okay with bringing him back there?"

" Not really. That's why I'm bringing you." Din admitted when the ship jerked to the side in an angle that caused them to almost loose their footing.

Nadia was jerked forward falling right into Din's arms while he held her tightly trying not to fall. When the ship jerked the other way, it gave them time to catch their steps grabbing onto the ladder and heading one by one up. Din and Nadia looked to the cockpit watching the child move the steering wheel round and round in amusement likely wanting to replicate the way Din drove. He dived forward grabbing onto the back of his seat before grabbing the child carefully.

" Take him!" He shouted while Nadia held her hands out for him.

He quickly noticed the buttons the child pressed and repressed them until the ship had stopped beeping and no longer jerking around like a mad car.

" Little guy, you have a couple of years before you learn how to fly one of these things." Nadia lightly scolded placing him back into the pod.

Cara nodded," We need someone to watch that thing." She suggested looking over to Din." You got anyone you can trust?"

Din nodded his head pointing to something up ahead. They all looked to see a planet. Nadia frowned until her eyes grew wide knowing what planet it was. She only saw it once when in space and it was because she was leaving. Entering the atmosphere, she took in Arvala-7 seeing the dry desert and the little too know life form.

" Can't believe I'm back here."

" This is your homeworld?" Cara asked, but she shook her head.

" No, but it was home." She answered.

Din flew down remembering the coordinates to Kuiil's farm and soon enough they also saw the small moisture farm down below with some bluggs and a windmill. Nadia smiled at her old friends home and walked down the ramp with the others to greet him. Kuiil lightly smiled at them before allowing them into his small home curious when staring at the child they had brought.

" It hasn't grown much." Kuiil studied.

" I think it might be a Strand-Cast." Din guessed, but Kuiil shook his head.

" I don't think it was engineered. I've worked in the gene farms. This one looks evolved. Too ugly." Kuiil spoke turning his attention over to Cara." This one, on the other hand, looks like she was farmed in the Cytocaves of Nora."

" This is Cara Dune." Nadia introduced." She was a shock trooper."

Kuiil lifted his head curious," You were a Dropper?"

" Did you serve?"

" On the other side, I'm afraid." Kuiil muttered taking a seat." But I'm proud to say that I paid out my clan's debt, and now I serve no one but myself."

Movement caught the corner of Lexie's eyes and she turned thinking it was a blurgg only to see a droid. In seconds, the three, who noticed also, stood up aiming their blasters and Nadia moved in front of the child to protect him if something went down.

" Would anyone care for some tea?" The droid questioned.

" Please lower your blasters." Kuiil advised holding his hands up to both sides." He will not harm you."

" That thing is programmed to kill the baby." Din huffed.

" Not anymore. It was left behind in the wake of your destruction. I found it laying where it fell. Devoid of all life. I recovered the flotsam and staked it as my own in accordance with the Charter of the New Republic. Little remained of its neural harness. Reconstruction was quite difficult...but not impossible. It had to learn everything from scratch. This is something that cannot be taught with the twist of a spanner. It requires patience and repetition. I spent day after day reinforcing its development with patience and affirmation. It developed a personality as its experiences grew."

" Is it still a hunter?" Din asked softer than before.

" No. But it will protect." Kuiil confirmed while IG-11 held its hand out with a cup.

" Tea?"

Even for a droid, Nadia felt bad that no one had taken the cup and quickly took it with a smile sparing IG-11's feelings. Kuiil nodded to them grabbing a pale from the corner and heading outside.

" I have to go feed my blurrgs." He explained nodding to them before making his way complete out followed by IG-11.

Din placed his blaster away," I'll be back."He spoke sparing a glance to the two before leaving as well.

Nadia looked down to the tea in her hand before taking a sip surprised at how good it tasted and more so how it tasted sweet rather than bitter.

" Are you a couple yet?"Cara asked taking her by surprise.

" What?"

" Come on." Cara chuckled elbowing her side." I'm not stupid."

Nadia blushed," We're not a couple. Just friends."

" No. Mando and I are friends." Cara elucidated." You two have...a connection."

" Fine, we're best friends." Nadia enhanced, but it wasn't enough for Cara.

" He's different from when you two were on Sorgan. He's more protective of you, Nadia. I saw the way he panicked back on Sorgan."

" Well, in all fairness, I was almost stabbed." Nadia muttered shrugging her shoulders.

" Do you like him?" Cara interrogated causing Nadia to blush even more as she couldn't saying anything." You do."

" It doesn't matter." She muttered shrugging her shoulders sadly." He's a Mandalorian and I'm just the human sidekick."

Cara shook her head," Not in his eyes."

Nadia coughed," You're way off."

" No, I'm not."

" I met his ex you know and I'm nothing like her." She insisted remembering everything Xi'an was." I'm not his type."

" She's an ex for a reason." Cara pointed out shrugging her shoulders again."Maybe she was his old type."

Nadia thought about it, but at the same time, she didn't want to. There would be nothing worse than her thinking one thing and getting shot down. Plus, she didn't know how she really felt about him. He was a warrior and she didn't match him. She knew not to get attached in that way because he wasn't looking to find someone in that way. She buried down in the back of her brain preparing for the travel yet again when Kuiil agreed to join them. With three Burgs in the back of the main hull. The razor crest was beginning to get cramped, but no one was complaining.

Kuiil checked on his blurgs making sure the travel wasn't stressing out while the child and Nadia watched Din and Cara arm wrestle. Nadia was impressed by both their strength noticing how they were eagerly holding onto each other never wanting to tap out.

" I got you, Mando." Cara taunted causing him to chuckle.

" Care to double the bet?"

" How do you guys do it?" Nadia questioned causing Cara to wink at her.

" Care to learn from the pro, Nad?"

" Yeah, I'll show her how to win." Din promised.

Cara opened her mouth about to throw another comment when she felt like she couldn't breath. Like a rope was around her throat to stop her from breathing. She released Din's hand grabbing at her neck in pain that wouldn't go away.

" Cara?" Nadia questioned beginning to panic.

Din worried looking over to the child only to see he was the one causing it using his powers.

" No! No, no!" He shouted grabbing the child and shaking him lightly to stop." Stop! We're friends, we're friends. Cara is my friend!"

" That is not okay!" Cara coughed out in horror.

Kuiil walked over looking at the child," Hmm. Very curious."

" Curious?" Cara questioned baffled." It almost killed me!"

Kuiil ignored her still looking to the Mandalorian," The story you told me of the mudhorn now makes more sense."

" What is it?"

" What it is, I don't know." Kuiil confessed looking down to the child." But what it does, this...This I've heard rumors of."

" What? When you worked for the Empire?" Cara interrogated with disgust in her voice.

" When I was sold to the Empire, in indentured servitude."

" Yet somehow, you walk free." Cara snapped back.

Kuiil stood tall in defending himself," I bought my freedom through the skill of my hands and the labor of three of your human lifetimes." He explained." Do not cast doubt upon that of what I am nor whom I shall serve."

" Tell you what. I could really use your craftwork right now." Din interrupted in order to stop the fighting." Can you pad this container so the child can sleep better?"

" I shall fabricate a better one." He promised looking to Cara." Then perhaps this Dropper can see how one can win their freedom with the skill of one's hands."

Cara rolled her eyes heading up to the cockpit to get away from everyone annoyed by what happened and the words Kuiil spoke. Din joined her glancing one last time to Nadia before heading up. He set the coordinates to Nevarro, almost feeling like he was alone from how quiet Cara was being. Down below, he could hear Kuiil getting to work to create the pod. When two hours passed, and the sounds of the pod being made were lower, he decided to check up on the main hull. He walked down the ladder first noticing Kuiil still perfecting the pod for the child. The sounds of screws and a wretch twirling could be heard.

The second thing he noticed was by the far corner, Nadia was sleeping on top of a crate given she took down her hammock in order for Kuiil's blurggs to have room. She leaned her head against the outside of the child's quarters who was likely inside sleeping too. Din felt bad. He had forgotten to tell her she could use his room and she was now balled up in the corner cold and most likely uncomfortable. He walked over unclipping his cape in the process. When he got to her, he placed the cape over her for warmth in the process waking her up.

" I didn't mean to wake you up." He apologized while she smiled holding the cape close to her.

" It's okay." She said half asleep and sat up to allow him to sit too." Don't you think you need your cape of mystery?"

" You looked cold. And you look like you're not giving it up anytime soon." He teased causing her to chuckle along with him.

Even with sleep in her eyes, Din admired her beauty and the way her cheeks tinted pink at his words. His eyes traveled to her arm that he could clearly see her past injury from Greef Karga. The last time they were on Nevarro, she was lucky to be just grazed with a blaster shot.

" I think you should stay back on the ship with the child and Kuiil."

She frowned," You're kidding, right?"

" I don't trust Greef and I don't know what he might pull." He admitted quietly looking away from her arm to see the confusion on her face.

" Is this about the stabbing?" She asked and after five seconds of him saying nothing, she knew it was." Mando-"

" I can't lose you." He blurted out.

For once, he wasn't embarrassed for the words that slipped out of his mouth or felt red to the face that it happened. The words he spoke, he wanted her to hear. She was stunned by his words. Her heart skipping nine, maybe ten, beats the more it grew.

" I can't lose you, either you know." She confessed reaching over and squeezing his hand." I'll be by your side the entire time. The safest place to be."

" You think that's the safest place to be?"

" Of course." She said squeezing his hand and getting one in return.

She didn't know what caused her to, but she placed her head on his shoulder feeling the cool beskar against her cheek. Din smiled leaning over and resting the side of his cheek on top of her head smelling even through the helmet, her raspberry scent. Two months ago, the old Mandalorian he was would curse at him for gaining connection to someone outside of his coven. Two months ago, after the mud horn, he would have thought Nadia would of ran away from him, but through guild attackers, ATST's, ex-lovers, and criminals, she was still here with him saying the safest place to be was with him.

" All you've been in is danger since you've met me." He pointed out, but she shook her head looking up to him.

" I've been alive since I've met you." She corrected.

In the two months since she met him, Nadia couldn't believe how much she had changed. She was just the bartender on Arvala-7 under minimum wage and getting harassed only to know be a training bounty hunter with a Mandalorian and a tiny green child. She seen planets like never before and fought against people she never seen. Din smiled a genuine smile, cause he knew she was speaking the truth. He leaned down resting his head against her forehead seeing she smiled placing her hand on the cheek of his helmet.

" Rest while you can, Mesh'la." He soothed squeezing her hand one last time before getting up and heading back to the cockpit.

Upon coming to the ladder to climb, he looked up to see Cara standing there, a bright smile on her face while she walked away to take her seat. Din knew she was going to tease him and groaned climbing up the ladder to take his place at his seat.

" So, we're going to Nevarro?" Cara asked stunning him that it was her first question.

" Have you ever been?" He questioned turning in his seat and checking the coordinates.

" No. We lost a lot of our forces there." She sadly admitted cleaning her gun." The city's dug in pretty deep. No cover when you drop in. It stayed in Empire control 'till the end of the war."

" The warlord we're taking out was an Imperial officer."

" What station?"

" Hard to tell." He answered turning to her." No insignia anymore. Nadia and I took out the safehouse when we snatched the kid. More Imps have reinforced since."

" There's something more going on." She hinted, but he nodded already knowing.

" Maybe. We'll find out more when we land."

" You love her, don't you?" She blurted out that Din physically choked on his own salvia from gasping so hard.

" W-what?" he coughed trying to recover.

" Nadia." Cara clarified." The girl sleeping downstairs with your cape."

He shook his head clearing his throat," We're just friends."

" I am tired of hearing that one." She dragged out sitting back in her seat and throwing her hands in the air." Come on. Admit it, you fell for the girl."

" I have prepared second meal." IG-11 interrupted coming into the room before Din could get a word out." Would you care to be served here or below?"

" I'm not hungry." Din snarked back, turning in his seat with a glare.

IG-11 got the message backing away until the doors to the cockpit closed tightly allowing Cara and Din to get privacy once again. He turned just to make sure they were alone and shook his head.

" Under no circumstances does that thing leave the ship." He ordered sternly.

Cara frowned," You got a real thing for droids, don't you?"

" I got a real thing for that droid." Din clarified.

" The Ugnaught said he rewired it."

" That droid was designed to kill things. I don't care how much wiring he replaced. It goes against its nature."

" Like your nature to admit you like someone." Cara teased smirking at her little comment.

Din took a deep breath defeated," She's too good for me."

" What?"

" She's too good for me." He repeated looking down." She's perfect. She finds goodness in others and when it's not there, she creates it. I think that's what she did to me. She makes me feel things...I didn't believe in anymore. I just can't have her. I'll ruin her."

Cara tilted her head," She might be into that."

" I almost got her killed." Din sternly spoke showing her how serious he was being." If I was a second too late, she would of gotten stabbed. She would of bled out. Nadia deserves someone who won't put her in danger which is why I don't get why she's still here. With me."

Cara placed her gun to the side slowing sitting up straight

" When someone makes you feel alive again, it's worth the risk." She answered shrugging her shoulders." I'll bet all my credits that's how Nadia thinks. I saw it on Sorgan. You two had a connection that was just more than being friends on this hunk of junk with a green string bean. Take it from me and don't run away from this. People like us don't get chances like this. We get it once and better not screw it up."

" What if I do screw it up?" Din nervously questioned.

Cara chuckled," I'll beat your ass."

Din couldn't help, but chuckle himself at her statement turning back around in his seat and flying the crest towards Nevarro. While the silence was peaceful, his mind still ran at the ideas of Nadia.

The girl sleeping downstairs with his cape.

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ceph-the-ghost-writer · 1 year

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Relationship History Tag Game

Tagged by @authoralexharvey! It was interesting to see a little bit of background on the cast of ASMLP's relationships (or their avoidance of them rather?). I'm sure it's manifesting in all sorts of fascinating ways during the actual story. Well, fascinating for the reader--Nadia, Etienne, and Simone might find it less entertaining.

Rules: briefly (or not) describe what kinds of intimate relationships (platonic, romantic, sexual, or otherwise) your MCs have had PRIOR TO THE BOOK STARTING. Have they had their hearts ripped out before jumping into your fluffy romance? Are they aro/ace and have never been in a long-term relationship before?

I did this for Isaac, Renato, and Dorian last time, so let's hear from Ben, Ollie, and Kinslayer next.

Ben

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up about how you could fill an encyclopedia with all the people he's slept with. But he puts just as much effort into platonic relationships as he does into screwing around. Of course he's close with Desmond, and not just because he's Ben's sire. Desmond was the role model he'd needed since his father and older brother died when he was still a kid (thanks WW I). Desmond showed him that a man could provide with more than just money. That he could fight not just for dominance or honor (whatever that is) or his own anger, but justice, love, and the protection of others. Hanging around Desmond also helped him figure out that he could check off "all of the above" when it came to which genders he was attracted to. That figurative encyclopedia started filling up pretty quick afterwards.

As for Theodore...look, they fight like cats and dogs, but Theo's all right (do not breathe a word of this, got it?). Ben wouldn't say the guy's like an older brother or anything. More like a rival. Micaela likes him anyway, and she's always had a knack for reading people.

Hell, probably because Micaela is good people. She gets a little gloomy sometimes, and maybe wanders off by herself for a decade or two, but she always goes out of her way to help everyone. She's also a crack shot with a rifle, and has a lot of guts in a quieter sort of way. He likes to just lay out by the lake with her sometimes and stare up at the stars.

Same goes with most everyone he lives with in Olympia. They drive him crazy sometimes, but that's kind of how it is with family, whether they're related by blood or not. Well, he is related to them by blood, only in the vampire way, not the--oh, hell, nevermind. You get what he means, right?

Ollie

You're going to make her say it, aren't you? Fine. She loved...loves...feels something for Renato. You don't survive an apocalypse with somebody and just stop caring when you're not dating anymore, okay? Even after you've been broken up for years and you're afraid he'll do something that'll force you to kill him.

Mergus is their father. For all intents and purposes, and through magic if not genetics. They quite literally owe him their lives. So, Renato can have his little rebellion, work out whatever shit he needs to work out, but if it comes down to the two of them...she knows who she'll choose.

As for other relationships, she keeps it simple, no strings attached. Why would she want to try for anything more after she found out she could be replaced by a fucking goldfish?

Kinslayer

They've lived a long, long, looong time, friends. So, for the sake of brevity, they're obviously not going to get around to naming everyone.

Haru gets first mention, though. They've known each other for...well, at least the better part of few hundred years, give or take. Things started out rocky, as they usually do for all their kind. But Kinslayer had grown patient enough over the centuries to not obliterate some scrappy little class three at the first annoyance. And Haru had the sense not just to realize that, but to be curious instead of mistake their disinterest in territorial pissing contests for weakness. Eventually, they took to traveling together sometimes, even settling down and having kids now and then. Haru is, in a nutshell, their partner.

While they haven't forged quite the same bonds with the other ragtag psychic vampire misfits who chose to trail along after them like ducklings at some point, Kinslayer doesn't mind them either. Well. Luxe can go piss up a rope most days. But once in awhile his mouth does come in handy for getting out of a scrape.

On the subject of their kin, if they were capable of regret, not living up to their moniker with Tristan Knox would be their biggest. But they're a mind reader, not a fortune teller. It took some time and doing, but they eventually corrected that misstep. Yessir.

Which brings them to an honorable mention for their little black sheep cousin, Renato. Despair and desperation aren't bravery maybe, but they'll do in a pinch. Kinslayer looks forward to finding out what havoc he'll cause next. And whether he'll figure out how to dig deep enough to find out what he's really made of.

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