#also he may or may not have stole this body off some random person
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@blood-gutz-and-chocolate-cake
I just think he's a bit neat idk
Btw uh I do have more of these if y'all wanna see them
#yes the watermark is “yall”#art#gravity falls#bill cipher#i wanna punch him#also he may or may not have stole this body off some random person#btw if this is poor rep of poc then pls punch me in the face thanksss
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i have a super very real theory that Sun from celstail sundown is actually megamind
you see. in chapter 4 y/n goes to a place and does things and talks to this guy, right? and then a couple more stuff happens and they call Sun 'Bernard'
if you've seen megamind then you know that he totally accepts the name bernard after dehydrating the libary guy named bernard and stealing his looks. and then in celstaisndal sundown Sun totally accepts then name bernard after y/n panics and picks a random name. He even makes jokes out of it.
That is how this very real theory came to be.
and i have proof.
after rewatching the film (i did not rewatch it. i just want to sound like i'm not sleep deprived) you know that when Megamind dehydrates bernard and steals his looks, bernard goes from a very bored uncaring underpaid guy to a very happy and charismatic fella.
we know, based off what Sun has said in the book, that the other gods are meanie butts and don't like mortals and stuff. (idk man) So maybe the real god of day is a meanie butt like the rest, but megamind stole their body and became the super nice Sun man we know and love.
you may be thinking (at this point you probably aren't thinking) "oh but clownnstuff, how would Megamind get the day powers and stuff." Well, my friend. if you've seen the movie you'd know that towards the end when Titan is going all evil bad-guy crazy, Megamind takes Metroman's form and 'gets his powers' through his technotagy.
Sun's heat? obviously a heated blanket and/or body suit. Sun's ability to know the time at all times? Megamind literally transitions forms through a watch. Sun bleeds gold stuff? totally 100% juice boxes.
"but clownnstuff, gods aren't mortal like bernard and stuff. How could the dehydration gun work on them" number one. do not deny megamind's ability to 'become' a god. number 2. teh dehydration gun sucks all the hydration out of the target. We know Sun has some sort of liquids in his body because when he's first introduced he's bleeding and stuff. i think blood might have water in it, idk. it's liquid and can be removed or smth. number THREE i just remebered that they do not have to be dehydrated before Megamind can transform into them. Tehy are scanned before getting dehydrated, the dehydration process is just to make sure there aren't 2 of the same person walking around or for surprise attacks and stuff. All megamind would have to do is scan Sun and scidadle the flip out of there. and it would't be too much of a worry because why would a god just come to earth?
so i think maybe after megamind scanned Sun, sun got all mad and stuff and is like 'fee fi foe fum, your forhead looks liek a bum' and beats the crap out of megamind. So Megamind makes a narrow escape and teleports to a strange forest place (y/n's backyard place) but ends up in a bloody mess and just lays there.
also moon is totally that fish guy. But megamind knew that a God named 'Minion' would not be a good god name so because Sun's name is Sun he thought that the other guy was obviously Moon. also, the reason Megamind (sun) is desperate to get back to the Celestial realm is because he totally aciidentally left minion there and dropped the machine thing that allows him to travel from the mortal realm to teh celeastial realm so minion cannot get home.
it all makes sense if you truly and genuinly beleive me.
but that's just a theory. A BOOK THEORY!
(i apparently wrote this theory at 4 am a couple days ago)
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Horror house!!
Rsa boys
Rumor has it the haunted house it coming to mage Island! There are some real spooks there but watch out the night eye ghost maybe be there with you.The night eye ghost would haunt the fair grounds to protect children from danger of strangers. It's said that the night eye ghost died after getting was poisoned candy. So everyone check your candy and stay safe or the midnight ghost will come and visit you.
cw: gn!reader, crack & fluff, pining, sfw, unedited.
Neige
"Oh of course!"
That was his whole reaction when you asked him to go to a haunted house with you
He was actually really excited!
When you asked him he felt his heart flutter (didn't even realize you said haunted house)
He thought you meant yall could hang out at ramshackle 💀
When you arrive he would mention how it looks kinda like ramshackle (in a good way)
As you both walk through the haunted house some actors may not scare yall (because neige is handsome)
-The y/ns that get scared
If you latch onto neige he would feel a tad bit worried (๑•ᴗ•๑)
Who knew the person who fought 6 overblots gets scared of someone in makeup?
He would also be a bit of a mess-
You. His biggest crush is holding him for comfort.
THE SAME PERSON'S NAME HE WRITES IN HIS NOTEBOOK OVER AND OVER AGAIN WITH LITTLE HEARTS AROUND IT HUGGING HIM (´-﹏-`)
Happy
Oh this boy is on cloud 9(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
thinks he’s being discreet when he smiles at you softly.
"Are you okay y/n" neige whispers in you ear
"I'm fine they just did a really good job on that makeup…!"
He would be attached to your hip for the rest of the day ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა
Giggles and writes that in his diary later<3
-the y/ns who don't get scared
"Oh wow y/n you're not getting scared at all!!"
Admiring you-
He wonders how you are so brave!
Stares into your soul/j
He loves how brave you are!
You have to be brave to fight all those over blots! [A little birdie told him (๑•̀᎑<๑) ]
-happily ever after!
When yall both leave yall get some sweet carmel apples
He also plays a few games with you!
(He won you a cute scarecrow<3)
Is a bit sad he has to take you back to ramshackle (๑•́ ᎔ •̀๑)
Maybe he will be more happy if you gave him a little kiss before you leave 😉
He rants to Dominic about the whole day<3333
Chenya
"Oh~ like a date right?"
He has a sly grin on his face.
He knows what haunted house you're talking about.
In Fact he actually works there(੭ㅎvㅎ)੭
Part time tho.
He was actually pretty excited to go with you!
(He just wanted you too feel scared-)
A Cheshire smile mocks you as you two walk to the haunted house.
He would drape his body over yours at the most random times
-scared y/n
If you latch to him He is smug
Very very smug(՞•֊•՞)
He would snicker at you
He is not fazed at all by the jumpscares.
Finds it amusing that you are
You remind him of little ol riddle<33333
He would drape him self on you as comfort
Let his purs sooth you
(Does he even pur?????)
Maybe?
Chenya would actually try and scare you a bit more.
He would go invisible and sneak in front of you to scare you.(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
If you can't handle it he won't keep scaring you.<3
-not scared y/n
Wowwww~!
He would try and jumpscare you so bad.
Fails lol
He would get a bit ticked but he is more impressed than mad!
Would try and throw you off your game.
"Y/n~ it's like you never get scared~~~!" He whispers in your ear.
…
Stay quiet, don't even do something that may fill his ego y/nnie.
Would blow your neck to see if you shiver.
Tells some of his co workers to try and scare you good
If you show no sign of fear he is curious?
Yes you may not be scared of overblots and near death experiences but who is not scared of clowns?????
-The end~
After yall leave the haunted house he insisted yall get cotton candy
Would steal some of yours
Cutely stole a mini zombie plushie (he didn't steal it he bought it)
Would get another zombie to match yours
So it won't get lonely (￣∀￣)
He is staying with you at ramshackle
You have no choice
And give him a goodnight kiss
It's to help him sleep better!
#twst wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst#chenya#neige leblanche#chenya x reader#neige x reader#twst halloween#twst headcanons#twst scenarios#twst imagines#twst x reader
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Ooh! What are the other students of Dupont like in the Shadyverse? What are their crimes and personalities, and do they also cause trouble in costumes?
Marinette
Poisoned a few customers with her “special” pastries, which sent many to the hospital
No reason other than she found rat poison and wanted to see if it worked on humans
She’s just a tad bit paranoid and always makes people eat her food before her to see if it’s poisoned or not as payback for her crimes
She still likes to sew, but a lot of her designs are based off well known toxins
Alya
Spread rumors that got several people arrested and sent to psych wards
She wants people to hang off of her every word and if she needs to make some of her rumors true to do that, so be it
If there’s an outlandish rumor flying around, Alya probably started it
Incredibly annoyed by her sisters and his not above starting a few rumors about Nora taking supplements and lying about Ella and Etta ruining their mother’s dishes
Nino
Stole and plagiarized music from young musicians and passed them all off as his own while making hundred of euros a week by selling CDs
He’s also known to be quite violent when the right buttons are pushed. Don’t cross him
He hates to do any work for himself and relies on empty promises and gullible morons
He’s got a soft spot for Chris and makes sure to teach him everything he knows
Adrien
Used his connections to have each of his fans stupid enough to put the return address on their fan letters stalked for months
It gets boring as a young model and he needs something to keep him entertained
So, what better way than by seeing how far he can push some poor sap before they eventually break
He even does this to his own parents
Ivan
A bit of physical assault here, some intimidation there
Uses his stature against others to keep people out of his way and give him what he wants
He’s got a soft spot for his sister and will take down anyone who poses as a threat to her
Before you try to get back at him, ask yourselves, “Do I want to die today?”
Myléne
Committed charity fraud and stole over two millions euros to buy herself clothes from companies that everyone knows makes money off of child labor
She’s apathetic towards charity cases and sees them as nothing more than an annoyance
Any time an opportunity to do some good comes up, she looks the other way
Extremely vain and only obsessed with having the best clothes
Rose
May or may not have poisoned a few IV bags in while posing as an intern at a hospital
Rose is a bit like Adrien and Marinette. She likes to conduct “experiments” on others
She doesn’t see the people outside of DuPont as people, just test subjects for her to try her toxin-laced perfumes on
She holds a place in her heart for Juleka, the only one smart enough to known if she’s poisoned her drink or not
Juleka
Stabbed several people at random with makeshift knives
Just to see how quickly they bleed out
Juleka’s always had a fascination with morbid stuff and gets a thrill out of traumatizing people
Luka’s her right hand, posing as the scared good twin looking for help before she strikes
Alix
Sold items in the museum to wealthy buyers for months until the eventually got caught
Alix and Nino share a love for get rich quick schemes and occasionally conspire with each other
She’s never above blaming others for her crimes, including her own brother
If you wordly possession has gone missing, it was likely that Alix stole and sold it
Nathaniel
He used fear and blackmail to make the student body obey him and grovel at the ground he walked on
Back at his last school, he possessed the Butterfly Miraculous and looked through students memories in their sleep to dig up dirt on them
Nathaniel absolutely HATES being seen as second rate and makes sure to let everyone know he’s the one who holds the power
Uses the Butterfly Miraculous for no reason other than to get his way
Kim
Physical assault charges that never stuck becuase everyone was afraid of him
There’s no telling what this guy will do. He’s unpredictable and gets a thrill out of seeing people flinch when he walks by
Makes a show of seeming like a nice guy to people who don’t know him before he does a 180
It’s how he got the Ladybug Miraculous
Max
Hacked into the grade books and ruined everyone’s GPAs just for the hell of it
He enjoys being the best and likes to tear people down in order for that to happen
Is always a step ahead of others. To him, life is only a video game where he knows all the codes
He saw the box sticking out of the old man’s pocket. So, he helped him up and swiped it right while he wasn’t looking
Chloé
Basically what canon Chloé does before season 4 and minus the Akumas
… So, not going into detail, other than she’s not the worst person at DuPint
Sabrina
Framed several teachers she didn’t like so her dad would arrest them
Sabrina got a sick thrill out of using her dad’s positions to gain fear and respect
She’s played the role of the good lieutenant’s daughter actively pointing out horrible crimes, when really, she just wants certain people out of her life
He tricks won’t work anymore, but she can always count on a few suckers
Lila:
Canon Lila but without the… You know
She and Alya are the main rumor mills at school and are actively turning people against one another for the thrill of it
She doesn’t lie to get people to do what she wants out of pity. She just does it to ruin lives
Besides, it’s like a game for her
Marc
Psychologically tortured his classmates and actively threatened just about everyone for the smallest incidents
Marc thrives off of fear from others, even his own family
He’s been Kiran’s main caretaker since he was born, not that he gave his mothers much of a choice and constantly warns him about the dangers of going outside so he can keep his “precious baby brother” all to himself
Now that he’s at DuPont, he can no longer protect Kiran and fills the void with his Senticreatures
Aurore
Kept her family under her thumb for years with all sorts of threats before they finally sent her to DuPont
A bit unhinged, but plays it off as the stressed out “little miss perfect”
No one had any reason to suspect Aurore since she seemed like perfection incarnate, but they never saw what else she did
Aurore can easily get into peoples heads, so watch out for that
Mireille
Was caught cheating in one of Alec’s contests and many others before that by rigging the votes
Extremely confident and selfish, Mireille does whatever it takes to win in life
Similar to Max, she sees life as only a chessboard where everyone is a pawn
Mireille can make even the most confident people question themselves
Cosette
Manipulated her siblings into committing crimes for her and put on the facade of the innocent younger sibling when they try to blame her
One of the school’s master manipulators, they get a thrill out of making others do their dirty work
For years, they made Yvette and Jordyn look like the bad siblings while they were a perfect Angel
Its manipulation won’t work at DuPont, but Cosette has many other tricks
Lacey
Broke into people’s homes with her rock climbing gear and stole any money or jewelry they had lying around
Prone to violence when questioned, Lacey is one of the people you don’t want to mess with
She has a place in her heart for her brothers, and it crushed her to see the hurt in their eyes when she was caught
Dubbed, “Queen of Thieves” by members of her small but active gang of others sent to DuPont for thievery. They look up to her
Jean
Used his looks to get the male students to do as he pleased- Steal, do his homework, take out anyone who poses as a threat to him
Jean is incredibly vain and obsessed with his looks. Becuase when you’re gorgeous, people do whatever you want
His tactics still work at DuPont, and he’s getting away with it all
The only person he’ll ever love is Austin Tomassian, his boyfriend and the leader of the most notorious gang at DuPont
Denise
Beat up just about anyone weaker than them… So pretty much everyone, for no reason other than they could
Denise ruled their other school with an iron fist, constantly hustling students out of their money, starting fist fights, and making no empty threats
They, Kim, Ivan, and any other muscular students are one of the most feared gangs at DuPont
Simon, of course, is safe from any sort of torment unless a certain someone wants to meet Denise’s fist
Simon
Filmed people at out of context moments and posted them on all of his social media accounts to have their lives ruined
Why? Becuase they can.
He’s pretty close with Lila and Alya, but wishes they’d step up their game just a little bit
Lords it over peoples heads that he’s dating one of the most feared students at DuPont
Reshma
Used her family name and bribery to always have her way at school, and made any lower income students do as she pleased
Reshma is a nightmare version of Regina George
She’s in with the gang of rich kids who bribe the other students to entertain them
Still close with Ismael and is not above getting physical with anyone who disrespects him
Ismael
Tried to burn his own house down with his mother still inside
He told everyone she had it coming, but his dad insisted on sending him to DuPont to avoid prison
Ismael has trust issues, and only puts his faith in Reshma, the one who helped him find unscented kerosene
It’s best not to mess with him since he’s got backup from the wealthiest gang at DuPont
Zoé
Used threats and occasional blackmail to make everyone at her last school fear her
Like Nathaniel, Zoé ruled over her school at New York with an iron fist before she was eventually sent to DuPont
Zoé HATES anyone who poses as competition, which is why she made herself the unquestioned leader of the gang of rich kids
Often funds most of Cosette’s crimes. They CANNOT say no to her
As for any of them having the Miraculous, Blood Beetle and Ikati Bleak are working to hunt down the old man they got their Miraculous from, knowing he has more
Thanks to Max’s intellect, they’re able to sneak out of DuPont undetected to cause chaos
While the four of them could easily destroy DuPont and free their associates, special forces will be called in and they’ll all just be shipped to some maximum security prison that’s countries away, so they need to find the Miraculous to give them all powers and even the odds
Plus, Prince Pain refuses to send his babies into battle
#shadybug and claw noir#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#mlb ocs#akuma class#science kids#answered ask#ask me stuff#mlb au
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[[ bunch of random Neo headcanons & some other random stuff for him that i’ve been sitting on for a while. these are under a r/m just bcuz I’m gonna be rambling a bit... i got Neo Metal Sonic on Da Brain
There are absolutely tells to his ‘disguises’ whenever he’s transformed himself into someone else (usually for deceptive purposes); whilst Neo can copy lifeform data, this does not extend to their personalities & memories, meaning often times, his mannerisms will be different to the person he’s shapeshifted into, & he might not be able to answer anywhere near as many questions as the ‘original’ will.
In addition to the last point, another pretty easy way to tell if you can get close enough is... Try lifting him up. Yeah, its stupid, and easily foiled (he doesn’t like being touched), but obviously, Neo is a robot, & a heavily armed one at that. Whilst he has the abilities to be very quick & nimble, as per his abilities... He’s NOT light, whatsoever. Just drop him into a body of water and he’ll sink. (...Don’t do that because when he inevitably climbs out he will certainly kill you)
Neo does not have to be in direct contact with someone to trace/copy their lifeform data (as per Sonic Heroes). There is a sort of perimetre/limit to how far he can copy someone from, though. Copied lifeform data entails; ability to copy someone’s appearance via shapeshifting (like he does with both Sonic & Eggman) & the ability to copy more or less all of their abilities (to reference Heroes again, he’s able to use Chaos Control multiple times during the Overlord fight which is something exclusive to Shadow in the games iirc? I’m gonna assume he can do it in Neo form as well, though I’m pretty sure it does require an emerald which. right now he doesn’t have, lol).
All of the expressions he makes on his visor are entirely conscious decisions. If he doesn’t like you, chances are, he’s going to keep that dead stare & will very rarely emote at all. But if he does, he will make an effort to ‘express’ more in his face (or, well, just the eyes), specifically around organic companions. He understands that emotional tells are more important to organics than to other machines.
Speaking of machines! Neo is far more likely to get off on the right foot with other robots. He’s far, far more conversational with other robots- even enemy ones. He also talks to robots that can’t respond verbally to him (i.e they don’t have a voice chip, or something else)- but that may just be because he likes the sound of his own voice. He does just tend to be more friendly immediately.
He’s currently trying to get one of the Metal Sonic’s that were left behind at the Mystic Ruin’s Eggbase (Final Egg; Neo’s current active location) to become functional again. The other Metal Sonic model is missing, & its pod is smashed; its assumed it was probably stolen before he had arrived there, or may have regained power itself and broke out. Neo doesn’t know, and hasn’t bothered tracking it down. (The Metal Sonic in question; it appears to be part of the Silver Sonic line or maybe a prototype...? idk I haven’t played SA1 in literal years but I am tempted to do something with this)
Also. Neo wants a chao. Neo wants a chao because I want him to have one. No, but for real, he wants one to study. They’re decendants of Chaos after all! Although he stole Chocola & Froggy, one being a descendant of Chaos, and the other having direct contact with them, he thinks there may be more information to gather from them... So. He wants one!
Neo’s base form (which is just normal Metal Sonic) is often only activated upon low charge. Although Neo can go weeks without requiring to recharge, this can also be forcefully activated if he’s sustained significant amounts of damage. It’s a sort of safety killswitch to protect himself and give him enough power to escape a dangerous situation.
Neo, in his current state, is also nowhere near as powerful as his peak. He does talk hot shit, for real. He’s certainly stronger than regular Metal Sonic, but is very much more defeatable than ever & it is something he is keenly aware of. Without direct contact to the Doctor, its a struggle to repair himself. He takes advantage of his stature & reputation to intimidate others out of trying to fight him, and often times he’ll only strike as a warning shot... That is not to say he should be fucked with. He’s very much capable of winning a fight. But he doesn’t go out of his way to do so.
...... Also just found out via Neo’s Sonic wiki page that he also has lightning powers??? Which I initially assumed he didn’t have/had to get it from some kind of source. So. I guess he’s an electrokinesis user too? Idk? Will think about this one a bit more bcuz it kinda took me out of left field HFDJKH
#[ ooc. ]#[[ ehh i should.. make a hc tag#[[ these are Not all gonna fit in the gdoc.#[[ FHDJF#headcanon tag tba
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ok Myra time
so first off, her dad is still alive but her mother is not
her mother died in a car accident, but this centipede AI [which I will elaborate on later] basically took control of her and stole her memories to act exactly like her, and little three year old myra didn't know!
onto the more important stuff though, she grew up in Alabama, constantly moving places as cyborg populations grew. she was eventually sold to Equinox co. because her parents couldn't afford to take care of her anymore, tricked into thinking it would take good care of her and she'd live a happy life
obviously that wasn't the case, as they experimented on her for a prototype cyborg body that wasn't ever really finished. she escaped the facility [after murdering several people to get out] and had to hide in the alleyways for a little while!! sundowner stumbled across her [she sees him as a father figure since her dad worked all the time] and kinda just took her under his wing! he was originally planning on finishing the cybernetics and then probably using her for war things, but grew attached and decided to keep her
for her opinions on the other winds,
- she quite likes monsoon!! she likes that he's super nice to her sometimes, but he rarely ever talks to her :( so not much of a opinion on him
- you will never be able to pry her from sam EVER. he is like a big brother to her, and she constantly follows him around if sundowner isn't in the vicinity. she'll talk to him about random things for AGES
- mistral is like a second mother figure to her [I don't ship misdowner] and always gives her little treats whenever she can! she and sundowner agreed to take care of her [mostly because she needed a new mother and father figure] so they also both read her bedtime stories and tuck her in! mistral always makes sure to watch her tone [and language especially] if she's gossiping to sam around him
- she has mixed opinions on armstrong, he can be very stoic sometimes, but he seems to like her! he gave her headpats once and said she was a good kid, so her opinion of him is mostly positive :]
- she thinks khamsin is SO cool and you cannot convince her otherwise. she will carry him around whenever he's out of his mech WITHOUT asking!! sadly she doesn't get to see him often. She still doesn't know why he disappeared all of the sudden :[
- she says bladewolf reminds her of her old pet doggy that she used to have before her dad had to give it away due to financial reasons. he promised he would give it back but he never did, so bladewolf is her new doggy now :D
she has a overall positive outlook on life despite having been subjected to experimentation and being cybernetically enchanced against her will.
she actually calls sundowner dad sometimes, since he treats her like his own child
sundowner was the one to make her robotic legs + finished and fixed her enchancments
one day they all dissappear and she doesn't know why. some white haired person takes her away!
- she doesn't like raiden that much. I mean, he's nice to her and all, but he refuses to answer what happens to the winds. Atleast sunny is nice :)
I may update this who knows lol
@swooshywoo
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hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(
ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,
but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤
THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM
CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)
WARNINGS: none
NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg
bokuto:
bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food
it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him
and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list
he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it
he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat
but he may or may not have failed to tell you that
so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well
deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped
turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.
he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.
he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.
you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"
he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"
you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"
his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"
you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."
he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"
you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."
he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"
you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"
you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"
he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"
you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"
he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.
you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."
you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."
he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"
kuroo:
almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him
he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win
you'd put them in a little container with a cute note
and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day
but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door
he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office
and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened
that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes
did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?
all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further
but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him
it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste
kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.
thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.
his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.
she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.
"yes sir?"
"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."
his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."
he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"
"they asked me not to disturb you."
kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."
he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.
you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"
you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.
kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"
he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."
"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"
he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"
he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."
he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."
you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."
"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."
he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."
you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"
he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"
"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"
he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."
you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."
he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"
you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."
he grinned, "god, i love you."
oikawa:
oikawa loves your cooking
and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it
but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically
and he was starving
he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym
so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week
he thought nothing of it
but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?
it hurt, a lot
so you decided you'd stop cooking
oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.
he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.
he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.
you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"
he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."
he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.
after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"
"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"
he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"
you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"
he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"
you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."
he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"
you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"
he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"
you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."
he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"
you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"
he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."
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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning
Chapter 54: Biting the Bullet
❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
❧ Era: Season 8
❧ Pronouns: she/her
❧ Warnings: mild swearing
❧ Word Count: 5.7k
❧ In This Chapter: A mysterious walker attack breaks out at Hilltop, and Daryl makes the hard decision to finally let you go on your own mission without him. You've fought without him before, but he's always been close by. This time, you'll be alone.
❧ A/N: Do you talk in your sleep? I do. My mom does too. I've had full-on conversations with her in her sleep. It's bizarre. I mostly mumble random words, and I've been known to laugh and sing in my sleep (not creepy at all). I thought it would be interesting and cute to incorporate that into Reader's personality.
The battle at Hilltop may have been a victory, but it came at a cost.
The sound of the gunshots from the night before attracted a slew of walkers to the settlement’s gates the next morning, and there were plenty of bodies to bury.
There weren’t nearly as many casualties from Alexandria, the Hilltop, and the Kingdom as there were from the Saviors, but there were enough to require a lot of helping hands.
Several people were also injured, including Tara, who’d been shot in the arm with an arrow by Dwight.
During the exodus of Daryl’s group from Alexandria, Dwight had somehow found a group of Saviors and must’ve been taken back with them. This frustrated Daryl, who had a vendetta against Dwight from the moment he stole his bike in the woods a few months prior. When he killed Denise, who had just become Tara’s girlfriend not long before, Daryl felt it was his personal responsibility to get rid of him.
And yet, he was still alive.
It bothered you too, you had to admit. The guy tortured Daryl, and that was enough to get your blood boiling.
Still, you tried to take your mind off it, and the numerous other things you were worried about, by helping out in the infirmary.
While you weren’t particularly medically skilled, you wanted to help out as much as you could, and lately you were starting to become interested in learning some basic medical skills, especially stitches. You had waited breathlessly outside the infirmary at Alexandria while Daryl got patched up enough times to want to be able to treat him yourself.
It wasn’t that you didn’t trust the medical personnel there, but your anxiety went through the roof when you thought about the possibility of Daryl not having access to the infirmary someday, and you being the only other person who could help.
“Hi,” you said to the first person you saw in the medical trailer. He was a man you hadn’t met before; tall, about your age, and seemed to have a friendly face, though it was contorted with worry lines. You couldn’t blame him—anyone with medical responsibilities in this day and age was bound to be stressed out. “Um, I’m (Y/N), I’m not a doctor or anything but I was just wondering if you needed any help in here.”
You took a cursory look around the crowded trailer. There were a few other people helping out and tending to some injured people on hospital beds. You recognized a few gunshot wounds on the otherwise unfamiliar people, who must’ve either been citizens of the Kingdom or the Hilltop.
At the other end of the trailer, you could see Carol talking to Tobin, a man from Alexandria with whom you suspected Carol had a romantic relationship with. He had been shot last night, and you hoped he would pull through. Carol had already been through too much.
“Sure,” said the man. “Uh, I’m Siddiq. I might have you just hand me things for now, if you’re comfortable with that.”
What you knew about surgery and medical equipment didn’t expand beyond your high school anatomy class in which you were tasked with dissecting a dead cat (a lab which deeply challenged the animal lover within you), but you were more than willing to help, and you wanted to learn.
“That sounds fine,” you said.
By sundown, you’d spent most of your day helping out in the medical trailer. Siddiq definitely took advantage of your presence by having you essentially assist him in stitching up and performing non-invasive surgery on several patients. There were a few moments in which you were sure you would faint, but on the whole it was an educational experience.
“Hey,” Daryl called out to you from the bench he was sitting on when he spotted you stepping out of the medical trailer. You smiled at him and nearly jogged over to him. He sat his arrow down and pushed himself off the bench to meet you. “Everything’s cleaned up,” he said, gesturing to the space around him. The whole village was littered with bullets and bodies and broken glass from the skirmish the night before, but now it was like it’d never happened.
“Good,” you sighed. “Everyone’s patched up.”
Daryl raised an eyebrow as you two began to walk to your trailer, passing a few Hilltop residents as you did so. “You learned how to do stitches?”
You snorted. “No, Siddiq wouldn’t let me. Just handed him stuff. I got to watch, though. I think I got the hang of it. Next time you hurt yourself, you’ll be my guinea pig.”
“Yeah, over my dead body.”
The night began rather quietly. Everyone was settled in their trailers, or in the Barrington House if they were injured or if there were just no more trailers for them to stay in. After all, the Hilltop was now a temporary home for every Alexandrian and Kingdom resident, so there was limited space.
Much to your satisfaction, Daryl didn’t have patrol until around 4 AM, so you would get to sleep with him for a while before he’d have to get up again.
Your day of being a doctor’s assistant was mentally taxing, so you fell asleep almost immediately after hitting the pillow.
Daryl was just dozing off when you suddenly began murmuring in your sleep, a common occurrence which was a constant source of amusement for Daryl.
“Mmm,” you moaned sleepily into Daryl’s chest.
Daryl opened his eyes and smirked. “Hmm?” he mumbled back.
He felt you squirm and wriggle in his arms. “B-bunny,” you said in your sleep. “I’m… I’m not eating it, D-Daryl.”
Daryl scoffed. “Don’t gotta eat it,” he said quietly so as not to wake you. He often engaged in conversation with you as you slept. “What you wanna eat instead, princess?”
You blew a lazy raspberry. “Pop Tart.”
Daryl held back a laugh as he gently stroked the back of your head. “Pop Tart?” he repeated.
“Mmm,” you moaned in affirmation. “Got to… get the Pop Tarts. No bunnies.” You nuzzled further into his armpit. “Before the walkers get ‘em.”
Daryl nodded in faux understanding. “Walkers like them Pop Tarts, huh?”
You made a grunt of acknowledgement. “Daryl,” you moaned. “No more bunnies.”
He smiled. “No more bunnies, (Y/N). Promise.”
“Mmm,” you replied. “Thanks, hon.”
Daryl’s finely tuned internal alarm went off around 3:30 AM, to which he awoke from a shallow sleep and carefully rolled out of bed so as not to disturb you.
It didn’t work.
“Daryl,” you mumbled, and Daryl turned around to face you to see if you were sleep talking or actually awake. Sure enough, your eyes were open. “I had the weirdest dream.”
Daryl snorted as he tugged on his jeans by the light of the dimmed lantern you kept by the bed. “Somethin’ ‘bout rabbits and Pop Tarts?”
You laughed as you wrapped your arm around your pillow and snuggled into it. “How’d you know?”
He began buttoning up his long-sleeved black shirt. “Talkin’ in your sleep again. Had a conversation with ya.”
“Sorry,” you said as you sat up in bed. “Probably annoyed you, huh?”
“Nah.” Daryl propped his foot up on a nearby chair and began tying shoelaces around his ankles, a method he used to keep ticks out of his jeans. You watched in fascination as his deft fingers moved so nimbly. “Used to it by now,” he said. “‘Sides, it’s cute.”
The small giggle you let out was almost embarrassingly girlish. “Not as cute as your little snores, and the way your nose scrunches up, and—”
Before you could continue listing off cute things Daryl did in his sleep, you were silenced by Daryl’s lips on yours as he gave you a short, but sweet, peck. “Go back ta sleep, crazy woman,” he said with a laugh. “Goin’ on watch. Make sure the door’s locked.”
You rolled your eyes. He was always so needlessly protective of you, though you knew he was probably right; a locked door is always a good precaution. “Yes, sir,” you said. “Have fun.”
The locked door did appear to be necessary when you were awoken an hour or so later by the sounds of banging on your door.
You sat up in a daze, still adjusting to your newly waking state. When your ears could fully process the detail of the sound, you found that the banging was quite peculiar, more like the steady, repetitive thud of a body shoving its weight against your door.
You rubbed your eyes and shook your head to wake yourself up some more. “Daryl?” you called out quietly, though it couldn’t have been Daryl, you knew that. He always knocked in a two-tone pattern that you recognized, and usually said “it’s me,” or something to that effect.
There was no answer, just a groan.
A groan you hadn’t expected to be right outside your door. A horrible, mindless groan that haunted you and everyone else who lived to see the dead rise again.
In a sudden jolt of realization, you tossed the covers off of you and crossed the trailer to pick up your knife. Hesitantly, you pulled back the small curtain covering the window of the door. Two walkers.
A million thoughts ran through your head: How’d they get in? Where is everyone else? Is Daryl all right? Is anyone else even alive?
At least one of those questions was soon answered when you took a good look at the foremost walker’s face. It wasn’t a particularly familiar face, but you knew it from somewhere. If you had to guess, you’d say it belonged to one of the Hilltop residents. The face of the walker behind it was even more recognizable—an Alexandrian by the name of Harvey.
“Shit,” you said.
It usually took at least an hour or two for a dead body to turn. Of course, there were exceptions. You’d seen some bodies reanimate in a matter of minutes, but that was relatively rare. The average time, you would say, was about three hours, and it seemed unlikely to you that a herd of walkers broke through the gates and bit several of your group without you noticing for long enough for them to turn.
Moreover, the walls were strong enough to hold up to a herd for at least a day, and the small herd that had gathered out front earlier that day had been taken out before sunset.
No, this was different from a simple walker attack.
With a deep breath and a quick flick of the wrist to unlock the door and pull it open, you stepped forward to plunge the blade into the closest walker’s skull. You pulled it out swiftly, causing it to fall to the floor, and the walker behind it to trip over its body. You felt its icy cold hand wrap around your ankle and pull your leg closer to its gaping mouth, but you reacted fast enough to lean down and stab it through the top of its head.
Yanking yourself from its rigor mortis-hardened hand, you sprinted into the open to see a few walkers wobbling into the ajar front door to the Barrington House. As you ran towards the house, you began to hear screams and snarls, and even the squelching of flesh that seemed so familiar now, yet still so frightening.
Before you could reach the steps, you felt a warm hand grasping your shoulder.
“(Y/N)!” Daryl said, tightening his grip on you and looking at you with alert, worried eyes. “You all right?”
You nodded frantically, then the two of you ran into the house where all Hell was breaking loose.
Daryl shined his flashlight at the scene—walkers trudging over injured bodies and leaning down to take bloodied, gaping bites out of the flesh of people who just moments ago might have been dreaming about a world where the very things gnawing on them didn’t even exist.
Daryl quickly handed you his flashlight and pushed you back so he could go forward and shove his knife into the walkers’ skulls. With the flashlight in your nondominant hand, you raised your knife and followed Daryl’s lead, along with several others who had risen early enough to stand against the walkers.
Below you were a good handful of people wallowing in pain on the ground, their wounds spilling shiny crimson liquid onto the historical wood floor beneath them.
You watched Daryl begin to climb up the stairs when the walkers on the first floor landing were cleared, and you stepped forward to follow until he stopped you. “Stay here!” he yelled.
You then heard Siddiq call out to you. “(Y/N!)”
You quickly turned around towards him. He was kneeling beside the body of a man who had been bit on the forearm, at least, that’s what you thought you saw amidst the chaos of people running to and fro in the darkened house.
“I need your help,” he said.
In a fit of urgency, you sprinted over to Siddiq, careful not to trample over any bodies.
“Hold him down,” he said. “I’m going to have to amputate.”
You nodded. You might not have been medically trained, but you had been involved in an amputation before, vis a vis Hershel.
You suddenly became aware of Rick’s presence when Siddiq called out to him to help. Thank God he asked Rick to do the amputation—you weren’t entirely sure you even had the physical strength to do it.
You pinned down the man’s wrist with one hand and shakily held the flashlight to illuminate the scene with the other. In one fell swoop, Rick leaned down next to you and chopped the man’s arm clean off with a hatchet. He nodded to you, then pulled out the blade and stood up to continue fighting.
At this point, you thought you’d seen everything, but the way in which Rick nonchalantly chopped a man’s arm off was enough to render you dumbfounded, along with the overwhelming chaos that ensued around you.
“(Y/N)!” Siddiq yelled, awakening you from your anxious thoughts. “Help me stop the bleeding. I need you to wrap up the wound until we can get him to the infirmary.”
That was where you spent the rest of the night—the infirmary.
There wasn’t any helping those who had been bitten in the abdomen or the neck. After all, what amputation was there to be done? Those who had been bitten on the extremities, however, did require amputation, and you assisted as well as you could under the circumstances.
When the sun began to rise, the cool light of the early morning poured through the slats of the windows in the medical trailer where you sat after a few long hours of making sure those who were terminal were at least comfortable in their final moments.
Most of them had passed by now, and had been properly “euthanized” via puncture wounds to the brain which you administered (a nice way of saying you stabbed them before they could turn).
The attack was awful, but not completely devastating. Most of your group had survived, and you weren’t particularly close to any of the casualties. The only one you knew somewhat was Tobin, and as a result you made a mental note to console Carol for her loss when you were free.
Now, though, things had died down, in a somewhat literal manner.
“Hey,” Siddiq said to you with a sigh as he sat down on the chair across from you and folded his hands on the small circular dining table between you. “Thanks for the help. I think you helped save quite a few lives. You moved quick.”
You gave him a small, grateful smile. It was just a slight curve of the corner of your lip, but it was the best you could muster. “You’re welcome.”
Siddiq averted his eyes for a moment, looking down at his hands. “Were you in medical before this?”
You scoffed. Surely he didn’t think you were that good. You were just good at obeying orders. “No. I was a librarian. Any medical stuff I know I learned from a man I knew, a veterinarian.”
That wasn’t entirely true. You dated a med student for two years, so that helped a little too. It was perhaps the only benefit to dating Jerome.
“Good enough for the world we’re in,” he said. “I was a med student, not a doctor or anything. Still… better than nothing I guess.”
You nodded. “Yeah. We’re glad to have you here.”
Siddiq fell quiet again. “You… you knew Carl, right?”
You felt your heart drop a bit at the mention of him, the boy who became like a little brother or even a nephew to you. “Yes,” you said shakily. “I knew him since the beginning. He was part of my group before we found Alexandria. Why?”
It occurred to you then that Siddiq might’ve been the guy Carl died trying to save. Daryl had mentioned it to you, but you were too distraught to even ask about the man.
“I, uh… I knew him too. I mean, he saved me, helped me. Brought me to Alexandria. That’s how I got here… he died saving me.” Siddiq swallowed hard as he tried to read the expression on your face.
It was hard to tell what you were thinking, to the point that the only person who might’ve been able to decipher your facial expression would have been your husband, Daryl.
Siddiq barely knew you, though, and he was terrified that you were going to hate him for his admission.
“I… I thought I would let you know, since you knew him, that he died doing something selfless. I wish he hadn’t, wish he was here instead of me right now, but that’s what happened. He was a good person.”
“He was,” you agreed with a sniffle. “He… he saved you because he thought you were a good person, and he trusted you enough to bring him to our home. He made a good call. You’ve already helped us.”
The quiet conversation was interrupted by the hoarse coughing of a nearby patient, who was just moments away from dying, you estimated. He was in a near-death stupor, completely unable to respond to anything and suffering from a severe fever characteristic of the disease.
You both quickly jolted up to stand next to him, the horrible death rattle gurgling from deep within his chest all the while. “He’s on the way out,” Siddiq said sadly. “Think he’s the last one still with us.”
You nodded as you looked into the man’s face, staring blankly at the ceiling of the trailer. It was a face you recognized, like the one on your grandmother as she passed away in her bedroom some ten years back. She started to dwindle away a few days prior, and slowly she lost all of her faculties. First, she lost the ability to speak, then she couldn’t move or do much of anything. All she did that last night and day was stare. To see someone who’d once been so full of life, so bright and abundant, fade and wither away right before your eyes, it was like losing a part of yourself that had always been there and could never come back.
Of course, this man in front of you now was essentially a stranger. He was a Hilltop resident, and you didn’t know all of them by name, but you had fought alongside him enough to know that he was a good man. You only wished he could have had a more pleasant death.
In a moment of compassion, you slowly reached down to take his cold, stiff hand in yours. The feeling was enough to bring tears to your eyes as you watched the last glimmer of life and comprehension fade from his pupils. You knew in those last few moments that he couldn’t feel you touching him, but in some unrealistically hopeful part of your mind, you hoped he could.
Another life lost, among so many you had known, but it hurt every time.
You spent the rest of that morning burying bodies, along with Bev and a few other volunteers.
With the exception of Tara, everyone who’d been injured during the battle with the Saviors two nights prior had turned, even those with non-fatal injuries.
The consensus was that the Saviors had laced their weapons with walker blood, and anyone who’d been shot or stabbed had the poisoned blood introduced into their body.
Now, your losses were much more significant with the combined casualties from the battle, the injured who’d turned through the night, and those who’d been bitten during the subsequent walker attack.
With the Hilltop weakened and a lot less people to defend it, you were in a vulnerable position.
“The Saviors could attack again,” you said to Maggie, huddled in the office of the Barrington House along with Rosita and Diane, an archer from the Kingdom. “We should have a strategy in case they do. Maybe we should set up a lookout system again, keep our heads up.”
Maggie nodded in agreement, then turned to Rosita, who was pacing back and forth impatiently. “What’s the status on that?”
“Relay cars are in position,” she replied. “If the Saviors are coming back, we’ll have ten, maybe fifteen minutes heads-up.”
“And our ammo?” Maggie asked Diane, and you turned to the door as Daryl came in.
You raised your eyebrow at him, playfully scolding his failure to knock. Were you raised in a barn, Daryl Dixon?
“About what we thought. Not enough to fend off another attack of that size,” said Diane, rousing you from your thoughts.
“Well, maybe we don’t gotta worry about that no more,” Daryl’s deep, gruff voice cut through the air. You raised another eyebrow at him, this time in intrigue rather than silent teasing. “Least for now. Maybe goin’ hand-to-hand’s our only option.” Daryl brandished his hunting knife for emphasis.
“You think they could be low on ammo?” you asked.
“Well, they must’ve gone through a whole bunch of it gettin’ through them walkers at Sanctuary,” he answered.
“And there’s not a lot of places to find more,” Diane added.
You crossed your arms as you thought about the situation. True, the Saviors were likely almost as low on ammo as you were. Still, you tried to consider every possibility.
“Knowing the Saviors, their resources, they could always… make more,” you said with a shrug. “If they knew how.”
“Mierda,” Rosita huffed.
You swiveled your head to look at her, a little concerned since you knew from your time in Spanish classes that mierda meant “shit.”
“They have our bullet maker,” she elaborated. “They can make more.”
You sighed, and felt stupid for completely forgetting that Eugene knew how to make bullets. He was planning on doing it for Alexandria, something Bev was always raving about when she went on her long-winded speeches about how much she liked Eugene and how “smart” he was. You used to like him too, until he turned out to be a lying, spineless coward. Nevertheless, you couldn’t deny that he was smart, and Negan having him on his council was certainly a major negative for your side.
“Okay,” you said, “they have the know-how. They might have the resources, or not.”
Rosita shrugged. “If they don’t, I know where they’d find them.”
An industrial machine shop not too far from Alexandria, that was where Eugene was hoping to set up a bullet factory.
The plan was to scope out the factory and see if the Saviors were indeed planning on using it to create more bullets. Since Rosita knew the location of the factory, she volunteered to do it. Then, you volunteered to back her up. Of course, you were sure the two of you could handle it, but Daryl had other ideas.
“Can’t I just do one thing on my own?” you asked him as you watched him fiddling about under the hood of the car he was preparing for the journey. “I wouldn’t even be on my own, it’s me and Rosita.”
There were a few issues you had with Daryl accompanying you on your mission. One was the same old principle that you considered yourself capable of going out without Daryl, that you didn’t need him to keep you safe. There weren’t many times you had left the group without Daryl. Most recently was the journey to Oceanside with Aaron, but you hadn’t even told him about that yet. Other than that, there wasn’t really any time Daryl let you go somewhere without him. On the occasion you wanted to go somewhere, he insisted upon joining you, and you didn’t have the heart nor the energy to argue with him, most of the time.
There was also the feminist in you that wondered if Daryl thought you were maybe too weak to survive out there because you were a woman. Of course, Daryl wasn’t like that, not like his brother. Daryl was never sexist, and from what you saw of the way he acted around other women, he treated them exactly the same as he did men, depending on how well he knew them. Perhaps he was a little softer with all women, but you chalked that up to simple southern manners that even the rednecks of rural Georgia had been ingrained with.
Nevertheless, he was always completely different with you. You’d dealt with his overprotectiveness towards you ever since you met him, and it gradually became more intense as your relationship developed. Considering this, and the fact that Daryl was not a misogynist in any sense of the word, you figured his reluctance to let you join him outside or to go on your own missions was just a byproduct of his love for you.
That didn’t mean it didn’t annoy the shit out of you.
“Nah,” he said. “Saviors are crawlin’ all over the place out there. We find ‘em at the factory, shit could hit the fan. Ain’t lettin’ ya go out there alone.” Daryl reached up and closed the hood with a thud, then yanked the red rag he always carried out of his back pocket to wipe his greasy hands.
“Didn’t you hear? It’s me and Rosita, two of us. We’ll back each other up, I won’t be alone.”
Daryl shook his head. “Yeah, well Rosita ain’t me.”
You snorted and folded your arms over your chest in amusement. “Really? Gee, I couldn’t tell the two of you apart with how much you look alike.”
“Pfft,” he scoffed. “Ain’t what I mean.”
You stepped closer and looked at him seriously now. “Then what’d you mean?”
He shrugged as he looked down at his feet momentarily, then back up at you. He was slowly but surely getting better at maintaining eye contact. “Mean… I gotta keep ya safe, can’t be anyone else, that’s all.” He cleared his throat, trying not to sound too cheesy, but even the sweetest words from the gruffest, tobacco-coated voice could be enough to set your heart alight. “Not that I don’t think she can but… rather it be me. Should be me.”
The way he saw it, keeping you safe and happy was his job, his sworn duty, what he was put on Earth to do. When he felt like he couldn’t do it, like something was out of his control or that he wasn’t there to protect you, to help you if you needed it, he would doubt himself more than he already did, and he’d douse himself in shame until he could light a match and go up in flames.
“Oh, Daryl,” you said with a hint of a lilted giggle. It always amused you that no matter how many times you told him that he wasn’t always going to be able to protect you, that sometimes you would have to fend for yourself, or even protect him, he would never accept it. Daryl Dixon was the most stubborn man you ever met, and it made him loyal and steadfast, but also rendered him stuck in his insecure and self-deprecating ways. “You shouldn’t put all that on yourself. I appreciate it, but I really can be on my own. I mean, I had the toughest, bravest guy to train me, after all.”
The corner of his mouth upturned ever so slightly, the way it always did when you said something like that, something that also made his cheeks fill with hot blood just at the sound of your sweet voice saying it.
“Ya know exactly how ta get me on my knees, huh, woman?” he said as he inched every so slightly closer to you until he could brush the back of your hand with his, one of the few gestures of affection he was comfortable with initiating in public spaces.
You bypassed the hand-holding and shifted straight to rubbing your hands up and down his strong chest, wrinkling the black cotton fabric of his shirt as you did so. In another world, you’d be ironing the hell out of that thing, not that he cared about it himself.
“Well, took me a while to figure you out, Mr. Dixon,” you said as you rubbed your nose up and down against his. He flinched for a moment, looking around to make sure no one was watching. Of course, no one was. Everyone was busy preparing for the next battle with the Saviors, whenever that would be. “You’re a sucker for flattery. Good thing I’ve got it in spades for you.” You placed a quick kiss to the tip of his soft, adorably bulbous nose.
Indeed, Daryl crumbled from any affection you showed him, but your words always touched something within him that he couldn’t quite explain or feel awakened by anyone else’s words. It was just your praise and your sweet declarations of love and admiration that tapped into some kind of inward glow he never knew existed before, a confidence and sense of belonging no one had ever granted him.
It was this confidence that allowed him to finally send you out with Rosita on your own.
He was worried. Sick.
Two women, including his wife, out on their own in a highly hostile world, filled with both flesh-eating re-animated corpses and violent, greedy men, who were at war with your people no less, it was a bit nerve racking for him.
Again, Daryl wasn’t a misogynist. He didn’t think women were inferior to men in any way, and he never thought of either you or Rosita as weak people. Sure, Rosita was tougher in the traditional sense; she knew her way around a gun and had no qualms with killing if need be.
You, on the other hand, hated killing, even if it was necessary. You weren’t a particularly hardy physical specimen, and you certainly weren’t the best fighter in the world, but you were good. You had to be, given how long you lived through the apocalypse. Everyone who had lived thus far must’ve been strong in some way, or lucky at least.
Your strengths lied in your mental fortitude, your inability to give up. You were sensitive, but that helped remind you of what you were staying alive for, the world you wanted to see blossom from the rotting hellscape it had become. True, perhaps you weren’t the toughest person out there, but hell if you weren’t persistent.
Thus, Daryl saw you and Rosita off. Of course, he provided you both with a pack of things he thought you might find useful: a pair of binoculars (“the fancy kind,” he was sure to point out), a box of matches, a flashlight, a small first aid kit, a few extra knives, a tin water bottle, and a handful of protein bars he snagged from a dead Savior. He desperately wanted to give you a two-way radio, but he knew those were all being used by the lookouts in relay cars. Still, he had at least tried, and that was enough to ease his mind for a few moments.
He swallowed hard as he watched the dinky old car drive away, and saw your hand jutt out the passenger side window to bid him adieu. The side of his lip couldn’t help but tug up a bit, and he raised his arm to wave back to you, all the way until he couldn’t see you anymore.
Shit, he thought to himself. That’s the only goddamn thing I care about, and I just let ‘er go.
The darkness had settled in comfortably by the time you reached the factory with Rosita. As a precaution, you kept the car parked a few miles away from the building, just in case the Saviors caught onto your presence as you watched them from the window of the building overlooking the factory.
You peered through Daryl’s binoculars as you leaned over the ledge of the window alongside Rosita.
“Maybe… twenty or so,” you said quietly. “From what I can see at least, and they’ve got the machines up and running I think. Just gotta get in there and shut ‘em down.
Rosita nodded as you handed her the binoculars. “Yep,” replied Rosita. “Buckets of casings for Eugene to turn into hundreds of bullets.”
You watched with narrowed eyes as Eugene instructed the workers on where to carry the buckets outside of the factory. “This really pisses me off,” you said. “If I ever get the chance, I’m gonna knock his teeth in… then rip out that stupid mullet of his.”
You were mostly kidding. You were mad at Eugene for betraying your people, but you didn’t have a violent streak. Still, Rosita turned to you with a raised eyebrow.
“Maybe you’ll get to do that soon,” she said. You gave her a curious look. “Forget taking out the machines,” she said. “We’re taking out the man.”
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SCP Scenarios: SCP 1678 (Unlondon) x Reader (REQUESTED)
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Requested by: @lilithisfurry
Ok, so I've done it!!! 😃
Before any of you say a thing, I know that there are 2 humanoid 1678s which are 1678-A (Bobbies/Policeman) and 1678-C (Wretch) and an avian type one (1678-B)
The one I'll be using is 1678-A (Policeman) because it takes too much time to write 3 versions of this SCP (But I might consider writing the other 2, but it's highly unlikely)
First Encounter
When you first met this humanoid, you were sent into SCP 1678 for some test
The police humanoid emitted a loud whistle as the speakers screamed ‘‘Police! Halt, criminal!’’
A couple of others who were with you attempted to shoot them with their guns but were quickly shown to be resistant
Luckily for them, they managed to plant some explosives which caused damage
The other 1678-As went in and attacked them which wasn't unusual because of their hostile nature
However, for you, one of them managed to capture you and ran
For some reason, it showed some interest towards you and warded off the other SCP 1678-As off from you
They seemed to understand that you were "marked" and left you alone
That particular 1678-A managed to get you out from harm and back to your foundation
The foundation staff did wonder what had happened and you told them everything with proof since you were wearing a bodycam
They've soon noticed that this particular policeman was softer towards you as you bandaged up its broken arm
Your feelings for him
After the incident, you were sent back down into 1678 for further research and you bumped back into the sane 1678-A
You only remembered that it was him because of its gesture and its unusual markings which distinguished him from the others
Somehow, you both were able to communicate with each other
The researchers realised that they seemed to understand human speech, mainly English, however, they seemed to understand other forms of European languages as well
Moreover, this particular Bobby also understood sign language and used it to his advantage to communicate with you, displaying some fondness for you
The researchers were reluctant to let you carry on with this test as they've noticed that you've reciprocated the same gesture
Let's just say that the researchers and the other Bobbies agreed to the fact that it was strange for you and that special policeman to be dating
His Confession
Over time, as you both became closer, he worked up the courage to sign to you that he cares a lot about you
And you've found that rather cute and returned the gesture
Which then made you both a rather unique type of couple
The other 1678-As were concerned and curious about this new relationship and so was the Foundation
The researchers had decided to borrow your newfound partner and took him to his new room (No, you've basically kidnapped him)
Needless to say, the other Bobbies were somewhat furious while others were glad that he's gone since he betrayed them for not killing you
Your new partner was somewhat homesick, so you've decided to paint some victorian style art for his cell
Date
From time to time, you both were shoved back into 1678 which just so happens to be the main place for you both to date
Some of his friends were relieved to see him and some would even offer you a hug
You obviously returned the gesture for being so flattering and because your man could finally get laid (NGL yall still be touch starved to the point you'd even date strange beings and objects)
Dates with this Bobby would be rather interesting
Like, he'd hold hands, but probably wouldn't start it during the beginning of the relationship because he's just shy (Just like everybody else here)
Since his face is all bandaged up, you wouldn't really be having many kisses
But he'll make it up with hugs instead
His fellow friends would probably enjoy bothering the both of you while you're there and would pull pranks on you both
If you both were in the foundation, you'd be chilling in his cell and talking bout your experiences in life (Not like you'd have much to say, get back to studying/work)
The researchers may poke fun of you both but would generally leave you both alone
When he gets jealous
Now, depending on who he's jealous of, he would react differently
If it was another fellow 1678-A, he would be slightly hostile and assert his dominance over the others
However, if it was a member of the foundation or anyone else that's not 1678-A for that matter, he'd be even more aggressive and would probably try and kill them
Unless you manage to stop him then it's fine
This Bobby would be slightly possessive because you're the only other person who genuinely cares about him other than his 1678 friends/family
If he sees you having a friendly chat with another person/SCP, he would wrap an arm around you just so the other person knows you're taken
I think over time he learns some boundaries so even if he is aggressive, he wouldn't just automatically send the dude you're with to hell
Unless that person is a crappy person then good for them
Yandere!1678-A
This yandere right here would literally kidnap you and take you back into 1678
He'd make sure that you would never find a way back into the foundation which does concern the researchers, so they send a group of D-classes and MTFs to find you
If he was feeling nice, he would let you wander around 1678 but he would most likely be next to or near you at all times
If he was having a bad day, he would tie you up in a random building and made sure that nobody can get in or out
Would most likely be even more hostile to everybody else around you
If you haven't behaved, he'd probs use something sharp to inflict pain on you
If you managed to behave, then he loosens the ropes around your arms, legs and neck
Probs would feed you tiny doses of 1678-D but only a bit because he's aware of how that affects the bodies of ordinary humans
Their younger sister
You and the other 1678-As would literally be families at this point or friends with the ones who are lurking away from the main area of 1678
And since you were rather new, you were treated as the younger one (That's also because you're the youngest one)
Would probably protect you from everything
You would be spoilt to death and wouldn't have to hurt a fly
One of the policemen would get you a 1678-B as your personal pet
And it's rather fond of you so it basically follows you around
Would most likely intimidate your dates if you have one
Even more so if they're a human/SCP from the Foundation
If it was another member of 1678 then they're more chill
However, if you were dating 1678-C, they'd be quite reluctant for you to be in a relationship with her but would let you anyways
When their kids say their name for the first time
Would 100% be crying internally and shocked
Like, it happened out of the blue since you both were just relaxing
Word would spread across the whole of 1678 because of this
And not because you both were a unique pairing in the first place
1678-A would try to teach your child some sign language in contrast to you who would teach them to communicate verbally
Most likely try and teach the kid to defend themselves and probably attack others
But you wouldn't let him because they were too young (Just like you lot!!! Shouldn't y'all be studying in primary or high/secondary schools?)
The other 1678s would literally yeet their way to meet the kid just so they can teach your child to say more words
And to swear of course
When his S/O is angry
Oh dear
If the foundation doesn't know any better, they'd just assume that all the Bobbies were the aggressive ones
And oh boy were they wrong
You were the one who needs a chill pill
Basically, some guy tried to hit on you and wouldn't stop
So you just casually gave him a taste in his own medicine
Which were a punch in the face and a kick in the nuts (Kids, don't do this to a guy unless he really deserves it)
He somehow got back up and carried on harassing you
Your man was just strolling around the park until he saw the commotion
He had to literally hold you back and made the guy run for his life
Which was a shocker since it's usually the other way around
And of course, everybody inside 1678 heard about the news and cheered on for you while others just ran since they didn't wanna have the first-hand experience with your anger issue
When someone tries to steal you away
Oh this man right here would gather all his police friends as well as the birds to hunt down whoever stole you away
He would be furious to the core and rightfully so
The foundation was informed of this and they didn't blame this SCP
And that's because the person who stole you was from the Chaos Insurgency
Both GOIs hated each other's guts so the foundation just kinda let 1678-A hunt down the guy
And he did along with the MTFs
But was met with you standing over the guy's dead body
Then everybody realised that your man taught you how to protect yourself
And you did it so perfectly that even 1678 was intimidated af
Nobody wanted to mess with you and your partner was relieved that he taught you self defence
When his pregnant!S/O gets hurt by accident
This particular 1678-A that just so happens to be your partner, is rather shy and introverted
Nad although he does his 'job' well, he would rather just stay away from any contact
Until he met you and you became pregnant
This 1678-A would be slightly more protective but would let you have some space
And because of this, you managed to give yourself a papercut
Which was met with a furious policeman
But was cooled down when you explained your injury to him
He was giving you a huge lecture about your safety and how not to get hurt because you're carrying his baby
Wouldn't leave you alone ever again
Even if that means he would have to sit by the corner at all times
Would send his mates to come over to check on you if he wasn't there
Meeting a dragon hybrid child fem!reader
Definitely would be curious about you since they mostly interact with Foundation staffs
Probably would try to attack you but instead got burnt
1678-A would definitely notice your strange appearance and that you cry lava
Would feel bad so he'd try and comfort you
This then leads to you both being rather attached to each other
This particular 1678-A would have to bribe the others to keep you
The foundation realising this would happen
Probably would let you stay there for research purposes
They would most likely help level up your telekineses
Treats you like their own child and would be extremely protective
Most likely would have a heart attack every time you show kindness towards foundation members instead of attacking them
Every time you're in danger, the ones attacking you would soon realise that they've screwed up
Because the SCPs can hear you cry which would summon a whole bunch of them
When he accidentally kills you
He was basically chilling with you until some MTF members arrived to take some samples for testing
They were attacked by the other 1678-As and retaliated
This chill guy would lead you to safety before attacking the remaining MTFs
You realising what has happened decided to try and help out
You noticed that one of the MTF members were about to shoot your guy and managed to throw the gun out of his hand
1678-A notices and tries to attack the member but instead killed you
The remaining MTF members flee as he mourns your death
He would be even more vengeful and aggressive to the foundation members
Which does scare off the other Bobbies
Stayed in one of the abandoned houses to cry alone
Yandere!1678 - A x Evil!Reader
I'd say aside from his yandere self and the fact that he's only more aggressive to everyone else aside from you and giving you some scars, he's pretty dense and thicc in the brain
Probably wouldn't notice that you were working on them for a project in the GOC
You were able to get away with a lot of things because of your small stature and innocent appearance
Definitely managed to fool this yandere!1678-A because of your appearance
You could be just as vicious when you want to be
Yandere!1678-A soon realises that you were just using him for some experiment and were angered to the point of no return
Would most likely try and hunt you down
But since you've already got enough information about this SCP, you were able to devise a plan to leave
Manages to catch up to you but you were fortunate enough to know enough self-defence tactics to ward him off
You never came back to him and he was depressed for all of eternity
Trying McDonald's Sprite
You were requested to bring some ordinary food to 1678 as a test
And you've decided that you wanted to bring some Sprite with some Apple pie, mozzarella dippers and pancakes (They're my soul food from Mackies ok? Don't judge)
When you arrived in 1678, that one particular policeman who is attached to you for some odd reason was curious about the food
Of course, he would need to take off the bandage on his head to taste the food but not before some bribery from you
He reminisced about the food since he loved eating them before he turned into 1678-A
Sprite, however, was slightly different
He never tried them and was surprised with how good they tasted
Most likely would ask you to get more for him though
Foundation staff would be rather conflicted but allowed you to reward him with Sprite and some food
Only whenever he behaved well though
When his kid swears at him
You should've seen the look on his face (oh the irony)
You both taught your kid verbal and non-verbal communications with some common sentences people would say
But never have either of you taught your kid how to swear
Kinda just happened and 1678-A was about to go into cardiac arrest (Pun intended)
Would hunt down whoever taught them that depending on the severity
Like if the kid was using a ton of swearing in a sentence and was directing it to either of you, 1678-A would kill the guy
You were more of a chill type of parent
But would recommend the kid to stop swearing sine it's rude
Most likely wound ground the kind for a week tbh
When the reader scares him (Child!Reader)
Well, let's just say you managed to make the policeman play hide and seek with you
And you were the one hiding since you secretly knew that you were a professional at it
So you made 1678-A to find you
And although he's pretty good at catching his victims, he couldn't find you (Cuz y'all be so short)
Like he was literally in front of you and he still couldn't see you and you even giggled
So you've decided to jump on him
And oh boy was he about to scream out for help
But luckily he didn't cuz the others would whoop yo ass
Probably wouldn't give you a lecture but would need a while for his precious heart to not go yeetus the fetus
He would probably yeet you though tbf
When the reader pole dances/aerial silk dance
1678-A probably would have some ideas on what pole dancing is
Maybe not as much with the term aerial silk dancing but would soon understand when he sees you dancing
Probably thinks that you're trying to fondue with him if you're pole dancing
Definitely would be in awe when he sees you dance with the aerial silks
Would have a difficult time mimicking you if he ever wants you to teach him
Has definitely fallen 1000 times while pole dancing and broke his arms while dancing 10 ft off the ground
If the others inside 1678 see you dancing, he'd be in a blushing mess, especially if you were dancing to certain kinds of songs
Would most likely tell you to dance for him privately so there's no peeking
Having a Pregnant!S/O
Would most definitely be on the guard more since you're carrying his child
1678-A would most likely follow you around like a well trained and clingy German Shepard
You'd most likely have to tell him to tone it down because you're pregnant, not some delicate flower
Would most likely do whatever you tell him to do, even if it means hurting himself as long as you're safe and sound
Definitely would make sure that another 1678 would be around you at all times when he's away from you
1678-A would occasionally rub your stomach and sing victorian era songs
Sometimes he would bring you some of your favourite foods
When you try to commit suicide
When he hears the news he was devastated
He literally ran 69 miles just to see you
Would give you a big boi lecture about doing that
Nearly had his heart jump out of his body
Would constantly follow you everywhere after this
He's basically your bodyguard at this point
Would bandage up your wounds
Makes sure that you're fed well and all and would give you random gifts out of the blue
Would most likely ask the other Bobbies to care for you if he's not there and would even give you 1678-B
Asks the Wretches to keep a lookout to make sure nobody hurts you
Having a hopelessly romantic/easily flustered GN!Reader
This particular Bobby would most likely be just as easily flustered and hopelessly romantic as you
I'd imagine him trying to make the first move and you both being in a blushing mess
You both would exchange little gifts every now and again
Everyone else just teases and ships you both
You both loving each other unconditionally and constantly worrying about each other when you're both away from each other
This Bobby would definitely protect you from the MTFs and/or D-classes from attacking you
You would make a deal with the foundation to keep your guy safe and sound
The foundation witnessing how lovey-dovey you both are and just dies of cringe and sweetness overload (but not as sweet as out 999)
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I just realized sitting here doing my job that now I have time to write/edit my fanfics and while I have fics I need to edit and post (and stories I have to finish writing) I, like many OOO fans, have a different way I wanted the OOO movie to go that didn't make me lose faith in humanity and I may write a fic about it...or just post this who knows.
Anyways I thought it would be interesting if in his search to resurrect Ankh Eiji was the one who accidentally resurrected the old king and the other Greeed (also I'm sorry but I find it hard to believe Eiji, the guy that was implied to be better than the original King at being OOO would lose to the original King while they're both OOO adding that little girl wasn't the good idea the writer thought it was. Also why are the Greeed with the King for like zero reason did I miss something? I think they of all people would need a reason to team up with the King and play nice with him). This would be a better explanation for why Ankh was healed rather than "I wanted it enough as a dying wish" you mean to tell me Eiji never wanted Ankh back enough before that some random magic couldn't have done it then before he dies? I don't believe that, sorry.
Anyways the King steals the majority of the medals from Eiji and gets the other Greed to join him by promising them their medals if they cooperate leaving Eiji with a fixed core medal, the few other cores he was able to protect, and a bad wound from the King's surprise attack when he resurrected and stole the medals. Then he has to go find his friends at the resturant, get his injuries taken care of, and get some cell medals from Kougami (cause you KNOW that man has a secret stash of them) and then they go to stop the King's tyranny that he's spreading across Tokyo.
We learn later that the wound was worse than originally thought, except for Date who found it weird how after a nap and some stitches that the wound Eiji had was feeling well enough to continue fighting. Once Ankh is resurrected he gets in Eiji's face asking who he is and why is he wearing Eiji's face which Hina and the others try and pull him away until Date also questions it saying it should have been impossible for Eiji to just get up after getting back with that wound. Sure the adrenaline got him home in time to get medical attention but adrenaline doesn't last this long. Then we find out that Kougami made those new medals based on Eiji and Goda pulled an Ankh with a hurt Eiji.
Shingo and Ankh are conflicted about this because Shingo knows what that's like even though he likes Ankh he knows Ankh used to be different and this Goda character could be just like the old Ankh and Ankh fears the same. Ankh now realizes how Hina felt when she didn't know if her brother would ever get his body back from him. He's afraid of losing the person dearest to him. They decide to work with him in hopes he is more like Eijo than not since he's based on Eiji's desires but they're still keeping a close eye on him.
Cut to the Greeed coming together to discuss the predicament of basically being the King's tools again. The Greeed decide that they'll lure the King and OOO into a fight where they will attack the King when he and OOO are in mid-combat. Once they're plans in motion they don't realize two things 1) they're so caught up in their plan they don't realize Goda is controlling Eiji, they may feel somethings off but again they don't know Goda exists and 2) that Ankh is back as well, they think he needs Shingo like before and since they see him (Shingo) on the battlefield they think they have nothing to worry about.
Well as we all know their plan goes side ways cause Ankh is around. When they attack the King from behind they reach out to grab their flying medals only for Ankh to collect the majority of them and fly back to Goda who he still doesn't trust and he gives him some of the combos to beat the other Greeed and collects the remaining medals.
Then it goes on like the movie. Goda releases Eiji's body and steals the medals that he can from Ankh's medal holder, Ankh takes hold of him by becoming his arm form and controlling Eiji's body. He gets the power up, they beat Goda, and Eiji and Ankh have to stay as one for a little while while Eiji heals but eventually after a month or so of healing up we see Eiji and Ankh as two separate people deciding on what they should do next. Go on a few more adventures? Settle down for a bit and catch up with their friends? It doesnt matter, because after all, they have all the time in the world now.
...this was MUCH longer than I thought it was going to be but guys...I love OOO and it deserved better, my boys deserved better. 😤
I wrote this all pretty quick so please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes. I'll probably fix them later...maybe...who knows.
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SKB Volume 3 Summary
i’m back again! like last time, this is a summary of important points from the novel. contains major spoilers, including new characters
Volume 2 | Volume 3 (here) | Volume 4 | Volume 5 | Volume 6 | Volume 7
*Note that names of new charas and places haven’t been officially translated yet, so the way I write them may not end up being canon
Vol 3 Title: “The City Lifeform, Tokyo”
Bisco, milo and tirol are at the mushroom keeper village, and milo is doing the ceremony to become a full-fledged mushroom keeper. This involves defeating a giant octopus, because they are the mortal enemy of crabs (a mushroom keeper’s companion)???
Bisco stole kurokawa’s entire anime/manga/DVD collection and gave it to the villagers. they LOVE that shit.
The village is attacked by a redhead man wearing a white lab coat, followed by a bunch of robots that look like him. He causes white cityscapes to grow out of anything, and creates little blue particles from his hands. He speaks of the world like it’s a glitched computer simulation
The trio runs into him and they realize the man looks just like bisco, except with red eyes and longer hair. His name is Apollo (written as aporo, like the Japanese candy)
Tirol is hit by Apollo’s magic. Her eyes turned red and a glowing red symbol appears on her forehead. She spouts random facts about herself to “prove” she’s still the same person, and we learn some fun things like she’s currently 21 and had her first crush when she was 11.
Tirol appears to maintain control over her body, but is notably different than before. She uses “boku” instead of “atashi”, and has knowledge of old-world technology as well as the ability to hack into things Apollo made
Pawoo hosts a conference for leaders of japan. amli and ruskenny, the CEO of matoba manufacturing, and a female mushroom keeper elder named gafune are there. it’s a hot mess, then made worse by imihama being attacked by Apollo’s minions.
Apollo appeared from within the Tokyo crater. He’s been alive-but-not-really for over 300 years, and is trying to reset japan to how it was before the rust incident. He also seems to have a connection to kelsinha, as his “city maker program” is referred to as a type of mantra. tirol’s forehead mark is noted in kelsinha’s books – it’s the mark of the highest gods
The trio visits hyogo prefecture, finding the run-down matoba factories have been transformed into a white, technological city. they find some scientists holed up in a building, thinking they needed rescuing, but the scientists just wanted help building battle robots with functioning AI. the trio lets the scientists copy data from their own personalities, and it goes... how you’d probably imagine:
tirol’s robot (Tirol 1) won’t do anything unless it receives payment
milo’s (Milo Ein) refuses to fight, but possesses immense medical skills (the scientists end up liking this one)
bisco’s (Bisco I) won’t listen to orders, and ends up running off. they let it go since it seems to not be a threat. no this never comes up again
Milo knows how to put on a bra and do hair thanks to pawoo. apparently pawoo just takes her bra off whenever and he has to make her put it back on, but he also implies knowing this from working with female patients. he learned to do hair from helping pawoo get ready for dates. is it possible that back in vol 1, milo twisted the truth to be funny/make bisco mad and actually meant “i have lots of experience with women (because I have a sister who I always had to do things for)” 🤔
Milo friendzones tirol, but she doesn’t mind. there hasn’t been anything romantic with them since vol 1.
Apollo says you need a “MyNumber card” to activate old-world tech, which is a thing that exists in real life japan - it’s basically a government ID card (but it can’t do anything cool like this)
Only 4 people can activate old-world tech or erase the effects of the city maker program - Apollo himself, 2 “avatars” (basically clones derived from his emotions) named Rage and Joy, and the one controlling tirol, “Hope”
Hope is the spirit of the founder of the izumo religion. this is probably why she’s denoted by that high god symbol.
Apollo was the creator of the tetsujin and the rust incident. he’s trying to reset japan to the year 2028, making the current year sometime around 2328.
Originally, Apollo and his machines couldn’t stand up to mushrooms. He later creates an “antivirus” that prevents most mushrooms from growing in his creations, but of course it doesn’t work against bisco’s rust eaters.
Milo and Hope come up with a plan to defeat Apollo, based on his one weakness: his inability to break certain rules/social manners. and.............. well...
The plan, part 1: trick bisco into getting married to pawoo, by disguising the wedding as an induction ceremony to become the high elder of all mushroom keepers. remember the end of volume 1 when bisco said he’d do “anything” for pawoo if they survived the kurokawa fight? this was that “anything”. pawoo tells bisco that she didn’t want to die (in the upcoming fight) without expressing how she felt, but the wedding was of course putting things over the top.... but it made her happy in the moment. they don’t kiss or anything.
The plan, part 2: the entire battle cavalry heads to tokyo after the “wedding”, with bisco/milo/tirol (on actagawa) and pawoo (on her bike) in front. milo and tirol are using their mantra powers to create a giant red carpet in front of them. Apollo’s minions see them coming, but don’t attack because manners forbid them from “blocking newlyweds from walking down the aisle”. it works for a little while, until Apollo realizes it’s utter bullshit.
Apollo talks to a large green cube, and mentions the name “domino.”
Our first ever fight scene with just jabi and actagawa! they fight Rage while the others escape to find Apollo. Rage's ability is to make and control trains?
After defeating Rage, both are gravely injured and have cityscapes growing from their wounds. in his final moments, jabi looks up at a bright red star, Antares, and thinks about how bisco coming into his life saved him from the endless cycle of war he experienced. he prays for bisco to never be lonely.
Bisco/milo/pawoo/tirol run into Joy, and pawoo fights them while the other 3 escape. Joy’s ability involves manipulating walls.
After defeating Joy, pawoo has numerous wounds and cityscapes growing in them that will slowly kill her. too tired to even speak, she thinks of how she has no regrets and died for the 2 people she loves. she wishes for her soul to become a shield to protect milo and bisco.
The trio enters Apollo’s domain, and they fall into the room where the green cube Apollo was talking to earlier is. Hope says that's the server containing backup data of Japan from April 9, 2028. this is likely the date of (or the day before) the rust incident.
Apollo shows up. the server is almost ready to run, and it will “completely erase this fake Japan, and revert to the splendor we had in 2028″. to show off his power, he turns all of tokyo back into blue particles and recreates it again, restoring the buildings that had been destroyed in the earlier battles as if nothing ever happened.
Apollo captures tirol and removes Hope’s essence from her body (in the form of a red cube). tirol is alive but unconscious. bisco and milo recover the cube just before it dissolves into nothingness, and Hope transfers the last of their power to milo.
The rust eater cells in milo activate as Hope’s powers merge with his own, making his hair once again turn green and he now has the same forehead symbol tirol had.
Hope’s powers help milo learn the language (I mean this in the sense of a programming language) needed to use city maker powers. he combines this knowledge with the mantras he already knows, and creates a manta that is able to override Apollo’s “admin privileges” and prevent him from using the city maker program.
When Hope was alive, she created the mantra system as something that was meant to be greater than Apollo’s powers. he hadn’t realized this, because she hid this knowledge inside the religion she founded. some things from vol 2 now make sense, like milo’s comment about how the manta system worked similarly to computer programming - it’s because mantras ARE functionally a programming language.
Unable to use the “mushroom antivirus” or any other powers, Apollo dies as rust eaters destroy his body.
Milo needs to hack the server before it resets time. they blast a hole in it, freeing the souls of people who were alive in 2028 (who I guess were the power source for Apollo and his city-making) and revealing a portal leading inside.
The souls start piling onto Apollo’s corpse to revive him, and cover him in blackness. bisco says he’ll stay behind to deal with Apollo.
Before milo jumps into the spooky ghost computer portal, he hesitates and looks back:
“...Bisco!” Milo’s wide-open eyes trembled as he looked at his partner. Memories of their many times of overcoming death and separation suddenly gripped at his heart, making him turn back.
Bisco met milo’s unusually unsteady gaze, putting back the bow he had just only drawn and hurriedly returned to his partner’s side. His fingers tangled in milo’s hair and bisco pulled him in close, hugging him tightly.
“...You good now?”
“4 more seconds...”
...
“Okay, I’m ready!”
Bisco promptly picks him up and yeets him across the room into the portal. love wins!
In the server, milo falls endlessly through a white void. Hope appears, telling milo he needs to find a key to unlock the next area. he’s unsure where or how to get a key, until he thinks to stab himself in the heart (they’re inside a computer so he didn’t actually hurt himself)
He pulls out a platinum ring with an emerald stone on it. Hope is dumbfounded by this, then tells milo “I’m sure you will reach her,” before disappearing.
Milo dreams about a research lab. we learn Apollo’s last name is Akaboshi, and was awkward and spoke politely. in typical tired researcher fashion, he drank a lot of red bull. he worked with Nekoyanagi Domino (who had long, light blue hair), and they invented semi-sentient blue particles that could change shape based on the user’s thoughts. domino hugs apollo, saying she’ll always be on his side even when no one else is, and she’ll be with him forever.
The particles are simply dubbed “apollo particles.” apollo commanded them to “self recreate,” and from there they began to grow out of control and consume anything nearby. they turned a sickening color and became more unstable as they grew. these unstable particles were used to generate power for the “apollo engines” in the tetsujin. so what we’ve known as “rust” isn’t actually rust, just something that looks like it.
Milo continues to see memories: apollo proposing to domino, and a coup of matoba manufacturing where the military attacked the tetsujin with missiles. domino tried to stop the attacks, but no one listened.
Everyone is assaulted by powerful rust wind as a tetsujin combusts. milo can feel domino’s suffering; the suffocating air, his organs failing. people die, objects practically melt from the rust eating away at them. only apollo is spared, because his creation knew to save its creator. he cradles the gravely ill domino and kisses her one last time before she dies.
Milo is at the bottom of the void when he wakes up from the barrage of memories, and meets domino’s spirit. she doesn’t want to reset time - she’s dead and apollo can’t change that. she asks milo to stop apollo, and to tell him she loves him. domino teaches milo “lifemaker” - the counter to city maker, which can restore life to things that have been turned into cityscapes. the lifemaker ability glows in rainbow colors.
Milo pops out of the server and saves bisco by shooting him with a lifemaker arrow. this causes bisco’s hair to grow longer for some reason, and rainbow-colored mushrooms sprout from his body and eat away at the cityscapes growing on him. he calls these new mushrooms “nanairo” (rainbow)
The nanairo destroy apollo, and domino’s spirit guides him to the afterlife. the tokyo cityscape and domain they’re in begin to crumble.
The spirits inhabiting apollo’s body flee back into the server and fly into the sky to hijack a broadcasting satellite and spread the city maker program across japan that way. bisco and milo (carrying the unconscious tirol) do some weird shit and fly after it into the atmosphere. nanairo spores rain on tokyo and the surrounding desert as they shoot down the server, which heal those who were turned into cityscapes.
Milo and bisco plummet back toward earth. bisco complains about how weird his life has become and that it’s not worth dying to save the world.
m: “...but thanks to this, we met all sorts of people. besides, you have a treasure no one else does.”
b: “what’s that?”
m: “me!” ... milo hugged bisco while still holding onto tirol, but frowned at the goggles on his partner’s forehead getting in the way. he pulled them off and tossed them aside.
“hey!” bisco protested but milo didn’t listen, instead pulling him closer and pressing their foreheads together as they fell head-first toward earth.
m: “....bisco.”
b: “....hm?”
m: “...you’re very sweaty.”
Their red and blue hair appeared to tangle together as it blew around. The two laughed, foreheads still against each other. One would think they were two halves of the same life, despite being connected only by their bond. They felt each other’s warmth in the silence of the burning atmosphere. [the word i translated as “burning atmosphere” was shakunetsu, which can mean intense emotions........]
They use their remaining power to create a barrier around tirol in hopes of saving only her from dying. tirol wakes up after they black out, and calls for help. jabi and pawoo come running to catch them. pawoo grabbed bisco so roughly that he immediately woke up from surprise then blacked out again from the force of impact. she does CPR on him poorly and bisco nearly suffocates
Thanks to the nanairo mushrooms covering tokyo, the presence of the rust wind greatly diminishes and those who were still suffering from rust disease are recovering. some of the places that had been transformed into cities stay that way, and become meccas of business and tech
In the epilogue, bisco tries to get milo to pay for a new pair of goggles because his last ones burned up in the atmosphere. they get attacked by a monster while bisco is haggling with the salesman, and milo reveals that they aren’t are half-immortals anymore and their rust eater powers are gone? it’s not explained how this happened, but I assume it’s because of the effects of the nanairo
According to the author’s notes, volumes 1 thru 3 are meant to be a complete set (he calls them ”part 1″).
Other notes:
Bisco’s village is located in Ehime prefecture, Ishizuchisan
I think this was in the author’s comments in another volume, but bisco’s speech pattern is like that of a bratty young kid. We see more of his childishness in the robot scene, where he proudly presents a scientist a shoddy picture he drew of a robot that has laser beam eyes and weapons for hands, and also a scarf “for fashion, obviously.”
It’s become a running gag for milo to say “don’t worry, I went to school” in response to someone doubting how he knows or understands something
One of the high priests from izumo is tirol’s grandfather. idk if this was mentioned in vol 2
Female mushroom keepers tend to be small in stature
It seems like bisco’s been learning to read and he really enjoys reading. at the beginning during milo’s ceremony, he’s reading manga. and when the squad enters tokyo, he gets distracted by a book store
Can we PLEASE talk about how they continue to emphasize that the rust incident affected only Japan? what has the rest of the world done for 300 years????
When milo meets domino, it’s emphasized how they’re so similar in appearance and mannerisms that they’re practically identical. idk how milo is domino’s descendant (same with apollo and bisco) since there was no mention of them having children. I guess some relatives had to have survived and maintained the nekoyanagi/akaboshi bloodlines? 🤔 anyway, in the end this is basically apollo/domino -> bismilo being reincarnated lovers and that’s just the facts!
Domino is a german cookie, which is probably where her name comes from. I think milo’s robot being named “ein”, the german word for “one”, is a hint about this
A lot of bizarre city-monster-animals appear in fight scenes throughout the novel. it has everything... giant spiders with LED eyes and electric cables for webbing, bullet trains that can form into mechas.....
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Dream didn't expect to wake up in a cottage in the woods. He didn't expect to wake up wearing clothes he didn't own. He didn't expect to wake up at all.
He suffocated to death.
He remembered the tears in his eyes and the ashy taste in his mouth. The suffocating feeling of breathing the smoke.
He died.
Dream doesn't know if this is heaven or hell. If this is even the afterlife and not some coma induces hallucinations. But he throws the covers off.
He made his bed and looked in the mirror. The person in front of him is similar yet so different to his own body. It doesn't have the bite mark and scratches his cat left on his arms. It doesn't have the scar on his leg when he fell off the tree in their backyard after his sister dared him to climb it. It doesn't have his freckles.
It doesn't have any scars at all, a blank canvas. Dream doesn't know whose body he stole but they were not human. Does that mean he is not human anymore? What does it even mean to be human in this world or is he just panicking and jumping to conclusions.
He didn't want this to be like the time he thought birds grow from bird seeds. When his parents contradict him he put a pile of birds in their yard to prove he was right.
The birds did appear but looking back younger him was dumb.
He explored the house. It was when he realized that the former owner of the house was messy. They didn't clean at all. It looks inhabitable. Random objects are placed in places they don't belong in. It was his house now after all, he seems to not only stole their body he also stole all their worldly possessions. He may as well do something.
It was a two story house. It has two bedrooms, two bathrooms one on each floor, a living room, a kitchen, a small library and two strange rooms. The strange room is on the upper floor, it has weird knobs, he can't open them.
The house doesn't run on electricity. The old lamps don't have wires connecting them to each other, making it hard to find the source of energy. Which could cause trouble, In the future when the power runs out. Because he doesn't know how to use it or refill it.
The kitchen, well, he doesn't even know where to start. The stove is engraved in the counter, why would they do that, and it uses wood to fuel itself. There is no hole to let the smoke out except the window. The cabinets, they don't have a fridge, have nothing in them. It was spotless. What do they even eat!
In conclusion, the kitchen is only used for its look. Aesthetic is hundred percent but practicality is zero.
Maybe using his time judging the former owner about his taste in furniture and appliances is not the best idea. Dream is not even done looking at the interior of the home and he needs to fix a lot of things to make the house homey and comfortable, if he wants to live here.
#kuri writes#isekai au#Dreamnoblade wip#i didnt tag this dreamnoblade because it was not the focus#tw death#dont worry he gets better
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Mourn (Din Djarin x reader)
Connection series Pt. 9
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader (no use of Y/N)
Warnings: cursing, mention of family members passing away, drinking, smallest mention of prostitution, death/killing, angst (let me know if I missed any)
Word count: over 12.0K
Summary: Din mourns his newest loss and you learn that you might not be able to run away this time.
Notes: Woof! This was a big one but it’s one of my favorite chapters so far. I have a few more chapters planned before we start getting into the events from season 2!
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Din sat in the seat of his Crest, his hand tightly clutching onto the necklace in his hand. He couldn’t bear to look at it, just the feeling of the cool metal against his bare skin serving as a reminder of his lost.
He knew where she would of gone. He had mentioned the bounty had a ship that was not too far from where the Crest had landed, probably only a matter of a few hundred feet away. He had realized relatively quickly what had happened and he could probably get to her before she left, and that was assuming the ship the bounty stole even worked anymore. If she had to fix something really quick, he could definitely get to her.
Din listened as the kid let out a little mewl, sat in the passenger seat beside him. In the seat she usually sat in. The child looked over at Din with big eyes and he knew the kid understood she had left. Probably had watched her do it.
She left him. Din let in a deep breath, trying his best not to let tears fall. Because even though he would have the helmet on to cover them, he couldn’t allow himself to do it. If he did, he didn’t know how he would stop.
Din had two options. He could either find her and try to find out what happened or he could turn in his bounty and let her leave. Let her leave him like she wanted to. Like she chose to.
The Mandalorian had always been a loner. He never had anyone beside him. No friends, no family, certainly never a woman he loved. He had been accustomed to that lifestyle for many years. She had changed that though. She made him feel whole, filling in a hole in his life he hadn’t even truly understood he had. She made him feel worthy of more and made him feel like he mattered to someone. Was more than a piece of metal that took down bounties for men richer than him. She made him realize he didn’t want to be alone anymore and he wanted to spend life with someone who made his days far happier than they ever had before.
And he fell in love with her because of it. He fell in love with her personality, her warmth, and the way she opened his eyes to what life could be like, even for a man like him. She expanded his clan, his family, by one and had made life so much sweeter.
But now she was gone. Not because she had to leave or he had wanted her to. Out of her own volition. She chose to. And while Din loved her and his heart was aching, he wasn’t going to force himself on her. She didn’t want him.
Din had lost before. He would just endure another one and move on. Like he always did.
He took the necklace in his hands and placed it on the dashboard of the Crest. Din would try to ignore the pain, try to move on and find a Jedi for the kid, but he could keep this little token. Just as a small reminder of what maybe could of been.
Din cleared his throat and punched in his next location, preparing the ship for a jump into hyperspace. “Let’s turn this bounty in, kid.”
The child let out another small noise but Din didn’t bother to look. He’d just see the confusion and pain in his eyes, the same he had in his but were hidden away. He simply shook his head and heard the ship hum as it prepared to leave. Leave the planet where she could still possibly be.
“She’s gone. We’ve got to move on.”
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You felt sick to your stomach.
The ship was easy to find. Din was right, it had only been a few hundred feet away, easy to run to. It was a small x-wing, probably stolen, but it wasn’t too old or damaged. Certainly in better shape than the Crest had been when you first saw it. You just had to fix the control panel, which you did with hands that shook and your heart slamming in your chest. You had worried Din might of tried to find you, knowing you were going to the bounty’s aircraft, but he must of not realized what was happening because he never came.
Once the ship was finally in order, you hauled your body into it, placing your bag at your feet, and closing the hatch of it. The x-wing smelled, probably from the Klantooinian who had stolen it. You were surprised he could even fly it and hadn’t crashed into the planet, but was thankful it was there. It was your ticket out.
But once you were in the pilot’s seat, hands ready to punch in your next location into the navigation system, you were suddenly lost. Where would you go? You couldn’t go back to Yungbrii. You had been there for so long and hated it. You couldn’t bring yourself to go back, even though your small mechanic shop may still be there. You also couldn’t risk going back there. If Din did decide to try to find you, that would probably be one of the first places he would think to stop at.
Where else would you go? You thought of the planet you had stopped at with Din that had the marketplace. There were lots of people there, meaning there would be work. You could blend in, hide away. Probably wouldn’t garner a lot of attention from anybody. But you weren’t even exactly sure where that was and that would hurt. Going to a place you had gone with Din, your family, would be pouring salt into a fresh wound. And you weren’t sure you could go there and relive those memories and not try to find your way back to Din.
You could technically go anywhere. You could punch in any location and try to start anew. You could hide away everything that had happened, like you always did, and become a new person.
But instead of just going to a random planet, you went to the one place you had ever find yourself yearning to go to. The one place, besides the Crest with Din, that had been your home. Where you had grown up and loved. It was risky and it might be the worst decision, but you punched in the coordinates.
And then you were off. To Jakku.
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“He’s dead.”
Din stood across from the client who ordered the bounty. The man’s arms were crossed, his face twisted into a firm grimace. “I did the job.”
The man let out a snarl, his jaw jutting out as he tried to temper the rage consuming him. “I wanted him alive. I wanted him to suffer under my hand, not yours.”
“There were... complications.” Din tried his best to not think of her, of the sobs she had let out with the body laid out on the floor in front of her. He couldn’t let himself crack right now.
“I thought you were supposed to be best.”
“It couldn’t be avoided.”
“What? Did he try to kill that pet of yours?” The man snarled as one of his crooked fingers pointed to the carrier on his hip. Din turned to look down at his side. The kid looked right up at him, his face covered by the fabric of the bag but his big eyes and ears popping out. Din couldn’t help but to think of what her reaction would be right now. She’d probably make some sarcastic comment to the client and then given Din a look that said something along the lines of ‘what a joke’. Din shook his head, trying to shake away the thought from his mind.
“I did what I had to do. I did the job.”
“Well, I’m not paying you the full price. I’ll give you half.”
Din huffed. Half of this bounty was supposed to go to fuel alone. He needed the other half. The whole reason he did this job was because he needed the credits. If he hadn’t, then he wouldn’t have landed on that damn planet and maybe, just maybe, she’d still be around. “That wasn’t the agreement.”
“The agreement was to bring him to me.”
“I did.” Din could probably be described as an abnormally calm man. Part of it was being a Mandalorian. You get used to dealing with shady people. You get used to the looks, to being swindled, to being treated like a droid who was just meant to work away for the rest of his days. Eventually, it just became part of the scenery for Din and he never got bothered by it. But today was a bad day and Din was feeling all the emotions he was bottling up turn into annoyance with this man.
“I wanted him alive!” The man yelled, his fists clenching tightly.
Din let out a loud sigh, his hands grazing the blaster on his side which the man took notice of. “Give me my credits.” He said plainly, but he knew there was a danger to his words. He saw the way the mans hand shook slightly and his anger expression dropped for a split second. Din was aware of the effect he could have on people, the fear he could instill in them even when he had no plans of actually doing anything.
“Fine. But you are never getting hired by me ever again.”
Thank the Maker for that. Din wanted to call him a damn asshole (something she probably would of done with that dangerous mouth of hers) but instead he nodded his head and reached a hand out. The client dropped the credits in his hand with a dramatic huff, turning around without another word and storming off.
Din turned around, heading back in the direction of his ship. The town he had landed on could best be described as grimy. It was dark and dingy: a stale smell filled the air and every wall was covered in what looked like grease. There were a few buildings, including a hotel and cantina, both of which looked run down and run by folk who probably weren’t the most pleasant. Din continued strolling away until he heard a loud laugh fill the air. It was bubbly and feminine, and Din couldn’t help the pit that filled his stomach at the sound of it. It came from the cantina and it didn’t even sound like her that much but he couldn’t help it. He knew she wasn’t here. She had no reason to stop on a planet this horrid but his feel still turned in the direction of the cantina. He froze before entering. He needed to see if it was her, even though he knew deep down it wasn’t. He let out a huff before he entered the building. His eyes scanned the dimly lit cantina. It wasn’t too busy, just a few people at the bar and a couple in the corner who were practically attached to each other. The smell of liquor was overwhelmingly strong in the room and the air in it was stale. The establishment felt like a bad hangover that left you sick.
The couple in the corner finally detached themselves from each other and the woman let out another laugh. Din nodded his head. It wasn’t her. Of course not. Din went to turn towards the exit when the bartender spoke, “You want a drink or you just come to stare?”
Din was going to walk off, ignore the man like he did with most people. Din wasn’t a drinker, never really had been. He didn’t like the feeling it gave him. The numbness and the fogginess. But right now, that didn’t sound like the worst feeling. In fact, it sounded like it would be better to forget and drown his sorrows tonight rather than sit in the Crest and wallow in his pain. Din turned his head and walked towards the bar, dropping a couple credits onto the counter. “A bottle of whatever you have.”
The man nodded, his slimy fingers reaching out for the credits as he gave The Mandalorian a crazed look. He grabbed a bottle from behind the counter, one Din wasn’t too familiar with, and placed it down for him to grab. Din reached out for it, ready to leave, when the man spoke again. “You want any company, pal?”
The man leaned his head to the right and Din looked to find a woman sat at the bar, scantily clad and giving him a sickening smile. Her fingers waved at him slowly.
“No.” Din turned without another word, storming out of the cantina with the bottle grasped tightly in his hand.
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Even though it was nighttime by the time you landed on Jakku, the air was still warm. The sky was dark but filled with what appeared to be a million little stars, a scene that was so juxtaposed to the environment it was in. You looked up to the sky and felt a peace in your heart, looking at the very stars you had stared into during your childhood here. You recognized certain constellations, ones your mother had taught you.
You were fatigued but your body was also cramping from being inside such a tiny ship for so long. By now, the x-wing was done for. They were meant for fighting and battle, not traveling through hyperspace for extended amounts of time, and you had sufficiently pushed the ship to its breaking point. You stepped onto the sand, feeling it give under the boots you wore. You looked around, trying to see if there was anyone nearby, but you found it was just you. You had parked not too far from Niima Trading Post, a place where you had worked and knew like the back of your hand. Part of you wanted to venture to it now, maybe find some food and a place to stay. But you had left most of your credits with Din, only a small handful in your pocket. Certainly not enough for a bed for the night. You also weren’t sure what would greet you once you traveled into the post. You had changed plenty since you lived here last and weren’t worried a lot about people recognizing you. Most people on Jakku came and went. There weren’t a lot of people who lived there permanently besides the scavengers and criminals, who didn’t bother to get to know people, and people who ran the few booths that were there. But you still felt a bit of fear in your heart at the prospect of entering the post and decided it would be better to save that for the morning, when you were more alert.
You were absolutely exhausted. You were still worn out from what had happened the day before and the long day of traveling hadn’t done you any favors. You sat down on the sand, your back leaning against a part of the x-wing. You closed your eyes, bring your hands to rub at your face. Today had been so long and you had spent most of it trying not to think of Din or the child. You couldn’t bear to do so. It would only lead to heartache. But even despite your desperate attempts to keep thoughts of your Mandalorian at bay, your chest still felt heavy and you had felt like you were on the verge of tears all day.
All you wished right now was that Din was with you. That you were in the Crest, laying in bed with him again. You could show him your home, the town where you had grown up. You knew it wasn’t much but you still think Din would of appreciated seeing it. Getting to learn more about your origin, how you had become the person you were now.
You opened your eyes, shaking your head. You had to stop thinking like that. Din was gone. You had left him and the child behind. You had left that clan. And even though that left a gaping hole in your chest, it was for the right reasons. You weren’t the type of person who could have a family. It just wasn’t part of you. That was for normal people with normal lives.
You rested your head against the hot metal of the ship and let your eyes slip close.
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Din brought the bottle to his lips again. The Crest was back in hyperspace, heading to some planet on the Outer Rim. The child was asleep, in his hammock with the door closed so he couldn’t see Dins face. The ship was completely silent, except for the soft whirl of it traveling. This was normally when Din would sit in the cockpit for a while before going to bed, staring off into the galaxy. That was what he did before she came along and joined him. But now he couldn’t bring himself to sit in that seat, with the passenger one empty and without her sweet voice filling the small confines of the space. Instead he sat on the cot on the floor, the one she had slept on. His helmet had been taken off and he had rested it on her pillow. His legs were splayed out, reaching past the small cot and laying heavily on the cool floor below him. He was still adorned in all his armor, the only helmet being the only piece of metal he was bare of.
Din brought the bottle up to his lips, letting the warm liquor run over his tongue and down his throat. It was a large bottle but was now half empty at this point. It tasted like shit, definitely not worth what he paid, but he hadn’t expected much from a place like that. And in the end, it was partially doing its job. Din felt his eyes droop, his senses dull. His body fell limp against the bed that still smelled of her, like honey and fresh laundry. At this point, Din was sufficiently drunk, teetering on the edge of hammered.
He probably should stop, but he couldn’t refrain from guzzling down the drink. He had hoped it would ease his pain, make the tear in his heart mend a little. He wanted to stop thinking, to let all his emotions slip away. But all it seemed to do was make it even worse. Everything felt rawer and drinking was just pouring salt in the wound. Din’s only hope now was that he could get black out drunk and forget. At least forget tonight and the weakness he felt in this moment. The way his hands shook and his eyes glossed over. Forget the pit in his stomach and the necklace that he had put in his pocket before he left earlier.
But the problem was that he’d never forget her. Din felt something wet against his cheeks, bringing a hand up to his skin and wiping at it. He looked down at his fingers and saw that he had started crying without even realizing it. The warm tears continued to slip down his cheeks. traveling down to his chin so small drops landed on the metal of his chest plate.
“Why... why did you leave me?” Din knew she wasn’t there and he was alone, but he still spoke the words that rung through his head over and over. He would of done anything for her. Didn’t she know that? He didn’t care what was wrong or what was happening. Nothing would change the way he cared for her and loved her.
He couldn’t stop imagining the night before. The way he had held her and how her skin had felt. It had been so soft and sweet. She had filled every single one of his senses. All he could think of was her and how he wanted her, no, needed her. He should of tried to find her. He should of followed her to the ship, begged her not to go. Told her he loved her and she was his anchor.
Din wiped away the tears, putting down the bottle. He needed to sober up.
He needed to find her.
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Walking into Niima Trading Post was like walking into the past. Not much had changed. The same booths were there, full of scavengers selling their parts and towns people selling their goods to the people who came and went. It was different faces but the same place and same environment. The sand still covered almost everything, almost like a blanket of snow. The post was relatively quiet this early in the morning, just the usual bustle of scavengers heading out for the day. So far you hadn’t seen anyone who you recognized, which didn’t particularly surprise you.
You continued your stroll through town, not even really considering where you were heading until you were face to face with it. You stopped completely, staring at the small garage-like building in front of you, and felt your chest squeeze. It was what had used to be your father’s mechanic shop and it looked exactly the same as it used to. Run down, but obviously well taken care of. It was pretty empty, only one small carrier in the corner that was being worked on. You stepped closer to it, letting your hand reach out and touch one of the walls. You had spent so much of your life here. This is where your father had taught you to be a mechanic and to work hard. This is the place you spent the most time with your dad.
“Do you need some help, ma’am?” You turned to the right, looking over to see a man ducking out from under the carrier that was being worked on. He was an extremely tall, large man with a long, wispy red beard and no other hair. Several grease stains were on his overalls, which were tied around his waist, a white tank top covering his upper half that was just as dirty. A sheen of sweat covered his skin and he held a tool in his right hand. He wasn’t a particularly attractive man but he had a big smile on his face that was welcoming.
“Oh... umm... no. I just,” You paused and bit your lip. “I knew the person who used to run this shop.”
The man’s smile dropped slightly and his broad shoulders sagged. “Oh, he... no longer works here. He passed away right before I started working here.”
You gave him a sad smile. “Oh. Do you run this now?”
He let out a small chuckle at your question. “Oh Maker, no. Just a mechanic. The lady runs it here.”
Your eyebrows lift up. “Who is she?”
“She was a friend of the family. Knew them before they were all killed.” He must of noticed the way you winced at the casual mention of your parents murder. “Oh, you must not know. I wasn’t at Jakku yet but I heard the rumors. Horrible, horrible thing. Whole family was killed. The only one who may of survived was the killer.”
Your eyebrows shot up at his words and you stared at him incredulously. Did the Empire make it look like you had died and left behind a killer to take the blame for the attack? “Who was the killer?”
“Believe it or not, their daughter. Rumor has it she went nuts.” The man gestured to his head, indicating the ‘killer’ had lost their mind. “No one knows for sure but she was the only one who wasn’t found so people just made their assumptions.”
You clenched your fists tightly. The Empire must of covered their tracks and gotten rid of any evidence they had come and slaughtered your family, letting the towns people of Niima gossip about what could of happened. You felt shame and anger pour into you. The very people you had known your whole life had pointed the finger at you. Jakku wasn’t the kindest place but it had been your home and you couldn’t believe that they’d label you as a killer.
“Zeke, are you bothering a potential customer with useless rumors?” You turn around at the sound of the voice you knew all too well. Your heart stopped at the sight of the woman behind you, who immediately made eye contact with you and froze.
“Oh, no ma’am. She used to know the family.” He looked back and forth between you and the woman, lowering his voice and whispering to her, “I don’t think she knew what happened.”
“Mai.” You calmly said and the woman gave you a small smile. Mai had been a long-time family friend, extraordinarily close to your grandmother. People had said they were practically sisters and you couldn’t help but to see so many similarities in her. They were both loud-mouthed and bossy, but also exceptionally kind. When your grandmother had first landed on Jakku with a daughter and no father for the child, Mai had been a helping hand, allowing your grandmother to settle down and learning about her past. She had been there at your birth and had watched you grow up. If there was one person at Jakku you ever truly wanted to see again, it would be Mai.
“Zeke, I am going to take my friend over here. You continue working on that carrier.” The man nodded and turned around, getting one last look at you before crawling back under the carrier to resume his work. Mai strode towards you, her arms immediately reaching out and hugging you tightly. “Maker. I thought you were dead.”
You clutched onto Mai and felt a wave of relief wash over you for the first time in days. She let go of you, placing her hands on your shoulders and giving you a good once-over before grabbing an arm and dragging you over to the small office attached to the garage. She pushed you into the room, locking the door behind you before once again looking you up and down like she was surveying you. “You look older.”
You let out a small chuckle. “That’s what happens when six years passes by.”
Mai rolled her eyes playfully and grinned, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned against the door. “Still a smart ass like your grandmother?”
You nodded. “Yeah. That part didn’t go away.”
She pushed her body off the door, strolling over to the desk in the room and sitting on it, gesturing for you to sit in the chair in front of her. You dropped your bag next to it before plopping down, looking up at her as she continued to study you intently. “As happy as I am to see you, kid, what the kriff are you doing here?”
Your smile dropped and you rested your elbow against the arm of the chair, bringing your hand up to your face. “I... don’t know.”
“You can’t be here. They think-”
“That I am a killer.” You interrupted and Mai gave you a pitiful look.
“You know how people are here. Nothing else to do but scavenge and gossip.”
“So they just label me as a murderer?”
“Nobody knew anything. All they found was your house burnt down and your parents and grandmother laid out on the ground.” Mai paused as she watched your expression shift from anger to sadness. Realization washed over her features. “Fuck. You were there?”
“Of course.”
“I was hoping you had escaped before whatever happened... well happened. I thought that or you had died.” She let out a small sigh, brushing one of her gray hairs behind her ears. “What happened?”
You could sense the sadness in her voice. She had loved your family, pretty much been a member of it. Your family was a tight circle with a lot of secrets and Mai had accepted the responsibility that came with that. She knew everything about your grandmother and mother. The Force and how they had fled where they had lived in order to escape the threat of death. You had often wondered what she was thinking in the days following your family’s death, wishing you could console her and explain everything, but feared returning to Jakku. “The Empire happened.”
Mais face went slack, her dark skin seeming to pale at what you said. “Shit. How did they find out where you were?”
You had often wondered the same thing. How did they know you were Jedis and how the hell did they know where you were? Jakku was low-profile, not the kind of place people worried about. Once people came here, they usually never went back to where they were from. It was just the way it went. So why had the Empire searched Jakku for your family, just to wipe you all out even though you posed no direct threat? You shrugged and let out a sigh. “No clue. But they knew about my grandmother being a Jedi, as well as my mom having a connection with the Force. Didn’t know she wasn’t trained though.”
“So they just... killed them?”
“Yep. Mom and Dad first. Gram wasn’t there so they... umm... used some tactics to try to get me to talk.” You pulled the jacket you were wearing against your body even more, not wanting her to see what exactly they had done exactly. It would send her into a frenzy, because much like yourself, she was overly protective.
“Gram showed up and they killed her...” You voice drifts off. You were leaving out some details, things you couldn’t bear to talk about, but Mai nodded understandingly.
“I’m so sorry, kid.” She leaned over and reached a wrinkled hand out to your knee, patting it. She sat back up and shook her head, allowing herself a minute to process everything. “What did you do?”
“Took one of their ships and got the hell out of dodge.”
“Where did you go?”
“Yungbrii for a long time. Haven’t been there in months though. I was with-” You almost feel yourself say his name and stop yourself short. You didn’t want to cover that.
“Why did you go to Yungbrii?” Mai’s eyebrows wrinkled together.
“I just landed anywhere small. Lived somewhere that makes Niima look like a bustling city.” Mai frowned at your description. She knew you when you were the type of person who liked to be around others. You used to thrive off human contact. But that had changed very quickly.
“What are you doing now?”
You let out a huff. “I don’t know.”
Mai shook her head and stood from the spot on her desk. “I love you, kid, and you can stay at my place for a few days. But you can’t stay here.”
“People won’t be fond of the murderer hanging around?” You said, feeling your face pinch up into a scowl.
Mai uncomfortably nodded. “You know the people here aren’t the kindest, especially if they sense any potential threat.”
“Great.” You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. You didn’t know where to go next. You had no ship, no family or friends, almost no credits.
“I have a ship at my house. A complete piece of garbage but if anyone can fix it, it’s you. You can have it and work on it there.”
You give her a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
“But you need to find out where to go.”
“Yeah. That’s the problem.”
Mai frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “Where were you after Yungbrii?”
“What?”
“You said you haven’t been there in months. So where were you?”
Your shoulders sag and you try to not let your emotions overwhelm you. You give yourself a moment, letting out a deep breath. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not an option.”
The woman gave you a knowing look. “What happened?”
You stand from your seat, grabbing your bag. “You know, I am absolutely exhausted and should start working on the ship.” You change the topic to which Mai huffs. “You still live in the same place?”
“Of course.”
“I am going to head over there then. If it’s okay.”
Mai gave you a soft look, understanding there was something more under the surface, something you weren’t telling her. “It’s fine. But we are talking later.”
You give her a quick nod before opening the door to the office. You give her one last smile before you begin to walk towards your next destination.
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Din’s head was absolutely pounding. It felt like a drill was slamming through it with every step he took and every movement. The kid had woken up with bustles of energy but every-time he made a noise, Din winced. He swore to himself he would never, ever drink again.
Luckily the kid seemed to take notice of Din’s change in behavior, calming himself and keeping his attention occupied on the metal sphere in his hand. Normally Din would take it from him, explaining it wasn’t a toy, but he didn’t have the energy to do so today and anything that kept the kid quiet was fine by him. He also had too much to think about already.
Din was sat in the pilots seat with the child buckled in beside him. His hands lightly grasped the navigator but he was frozen. Where would she have gone?
Certainly not Yungbrii. She hated that place with a passion, never haven spoken one good word about the place. Also, if she was trying to make it so Din couldn’t find her, she wouldn’t return. She would know he would think of that. Din considered the planet with the marketplace they had stopped at. It had been busy, somewhere she could blend it. But she usually didn’t run to people - she ran away from them. That would be too much for her and Din wasn’t even sure if she knew the coordinates for it. Din considered the planet they had stayed at with the flowers. But there was absolutely nothing there - no place to get food or anywhere to even live. If she took the x-wing, she probably only had one long-distance trip she could get out of it. She wouldn’t waste it on a place she couldn’t even stay.
Din felt hopeless. She could of stopped anywhere. Hell, she could of punched in some random coordinates and ran off. But that didn’t seem likely to Din. She wasn’t the type to not think before she acted. She had purpose behind every decision she made. This would certainly be no different. So Din just had to think of one planet, out of the millions out there, that she would of stopped at.
Nowhere cold. She hated the cold, having told Din once how much she detested the snow. It would be somewhere warm, where she could work in the sun. It would also not be somewhere with a lot of people but enough that she could work. She was an incredibly talented mechanic and Din knew she loved the work. It would have to be a place where maybe a lot of people didn’t live but stopped by on their way somewhere else. Somewhere where they quickly got their ship freshened up and then were on their way. She would have to find somewhere where she could either get hired or start her own place. Din then considered how she had left most of her minimal credits behind, meaning she only had a little on her, if any. She wouldn’t go to anywhere too expensive. She didn’t have the money for that. It would have to be somewhere with a mechanic shop already established, so she could get a job and make some money. Maybe somewhere where she could also sell parts from the x-wing, put some credits in her pocket before she was on her way.
But, Din also thought she would want to go somewhere familiar. She had spent so long on Yungbrii, which was the polar opposite of everything she had once known. And once she was with Din, she had gotten used to the environment. It had become a sort of home where she knew her surroundings. Knew the dynamics of the place she was at. Din imagined she wouldn’t want to throw herself into a place that had no sense of familiarity.
Then it hit him. She had nothing: no ship, barely any credits, and no family now. She was a lone wolf once again but she no longer enjoyed being on her own. She needed a sense of belonging or home or something of that nature . She also had nothing left to risk. “Dank farrik!”
Din punched in the coordinates and clasped his hands onto the ships steering controls. He had to get out of here and go, now. The kid cooed behind him and Din turned to see him eagerly looking up at him.
“We need to go get your mom, kid.” Din didn’t even consider how he had referred to her as the kid’s mom, his body and mind too busy in hyperdrive and worrying. She could be in danger. “We’re going to Jakku.”
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“Well, you really went to work.”
You turned at the sound of Mai’s voice, seeing her walking towards you with two mugs in her hands. You hopped down from your spot on the ship and she handed a cup of caf to you, which you welcomed happily. It was now nearing sunset and you had spent most of the day in the sun, working on the ship. “You weren’t kidding about this being a piece of junk.”
Mai let out a hearty chuckle. “It is in bad shape. One of the worst I’ve seen.”
“Eh, I’ve seen worse.” You smiled slightly at the thought of the Crest and how you constantly teased Din about his shop being a flying death trap. The ship you were working on now was small and not even operable, but at least it wasn’t pre-empire. Just abused and in need of a little love.
“What’s with that smile?”
You dropped the grin from your face and feel your stomach twist. You had to stop thinking about Din or the kid or the Crest. It would only hurt more and more. “Nothing.”
Mai scoffed at that, taking a sip of her caff and then giving you a sly smile. “You are a bad liar.”
“Shut up.”
“Does that smile have anything to do with where you’ve been the past few months?”
You hated how much Mai knew you, how she could piece things together like this. Your grandmother was the same way, always able to know what you were thinking. You were never able to keep a secret from the two of them. “It doesn’t matter.”
Mai rolled her eyes. “I thought you were supposed to leave your angsty, secretive phase in your teens.”
“Guess I am just special.”
“Or holding too much in. You need to talk to me, kid.”
“I’m fine.” You insisted.
Mai shook her head. She looked over at your box of tools you had laid out next to your bag. “Still have your dad’s tools?”
“Oh, yeah.”
The woman bent down at the knees, reaching out to touch the box when something caught her eyes. She tugged at the wool pooling out of your bag and pulled out the blanket you had gotten at the marketplace. “This looks just like the blanket your grandmother gave you.”
You smiled as you saw her eyes brighten up. “Yeah. Found it at this booth on some random planet.” She gave you a quizzical look. “I was, umm... traveling for a while.”
“With who?”
Your smile dropped and you put down your cup, grabbing a tool and turning back to the ship. “Like I said: doesn’t matter.”
“Kid-”
“It doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have been there.”
“Well, surely that’s not the case.”
Mai was persistent, just like you. Now you were realizing how annoying it was for Din when you wouldn’t stop bothering him. “He... they are better without me.”
You cleared your throat, trying to seem unbothered but the older woman saw right through you. The corner of her lip quirked into a smile and she let out a chuckle. You huffed at her and frowned. “What in the Maker is so funny?”
“I just thought I’d never live to see the day.” she said teasingly.
“What?”
“This man you traveled with... why did you leave?”
You shook your head. “Stop.”
“I just never thought I’d see the day you were in love.”
The tool in your hand dropped, causing you to jump and you looked at her with bewilderment. You had forgotten how she could read you like a book. It was flustering you. You were trying to move away from everything, not talk about it and dwell on it. “I’m not.” you defiantly said, but even you could hear your voice waiver.
“I’ve seen that look before. Your heart is hurting.” Mai’s gaze on you softened and you felt your head drop as you realized you weren’t going to get away with not telling her what had happened. “So tell me what happened with this man you love.”
“I’m just not the kind of person who can be with someone. He deserves better.” You plainly said, even though your heart was pounding and your vision was blurring with the tears that threatened to spill.
“Bullshit.” Mai rolled her eyes and put her cup of caf down on the ground, grabbing both of your shoulders after and looking you dead in the eye. “You are incredible and deserve the best.”
You rolled your eyes and pulled away. “I am a mess. A dangerous mess.”
“What in the kriff are you talking about?”
You crossed your arms over your chest. “I can’t control... it anymore.”
Mia nodded knowingly. She wasn’t a Jedi herself, but she was the only person outside of your family who knew of your family and their secret. Your grandmother had explained the Force to her extensively and she knew how you struggled and trained with her. “What happened?”
“There was a man and he was trying to hurt the kid-”
“The kid?!”
You shook your head, waving away her dramatic response. “Not my kid.” You clarified. “He was a foundling. Anyways, this man attacked me when the kid and I were alone and I... killed him. Without even thinking about it. It’s like my body went into auto-pilot and I couldn’t stop it.”
“So that is why you left.”
“Yes. What if I hurt the kid or-” You found his name almost slip from your lips and you pause.
Mai nodded knowingly. “You stopped using the Force?”
“Yes. After everybody died, I couldn’t anymore. That night they attacked... I used it to kill for the first time and I never, ever wanted to do it again.”
“Can I ask you a question?” You nod slowly and Mai let’s out a long sigh. “To clarify, every time you’ve used the Force in this way, it has been to protect people you care about?”
“Yes. I supposed that is true but-”
“And never have you ever hurt anybody who was innocent or you loved?”
“No. But-”
“And you’ve never wanted to hurt anybody who wasn’t posing a direct threat to you or your family?”
You let out a grunt as she continues interrupting. “Yes. But it doesn’t matter. Gram taught me not to use the Force to harm people. And I have multiple times now.”
Mai paused for a moment before letting out an exasperated, tired laugh. “You are so much like her.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your grandmother. You are just like her. She let unnecessary guilt eat away at her.”
“What?”
“You know how your grandmother came here, escaping?”
You sighed, feeling annoyance bubble with your chest. You had heard this story so many times and didn’t know why it mattered. “Yes, but-”
“Your grandmother had done everything she could to protect your mother. Including kill a man.”
Your jaw slacked and you raised your eyebrows at her. “No. She said she never used the Force to hurt anyone.”
“That’s true. Except for once.” Mai grabbed her mug and leaned against the ship you had been working on, taking a long sip of caf as you stood there dumbfounded. “Your grandmother was attacked by her husband - your grandfather - before she left. He hadn’t know your grandmother was a Jedi and once he did, and he realized his daughter was probably one as well, he wanted your grandmother to abandon your mother and told her to never use the Force.
She wasn’t willing to do that. But he was a violent man with a bad temper. And he brutally attacked her. She didn’t lift a finger - until he started approaching your mother. Then, she did what any mother in that situation should do: she protected her child, even if it meant killing someone.”
You let out the deep breath you were holding in, bringing your hands up to rub at your temples. Your system felt like it was in overdrive. The last couple days had just been too much and this was so much information. You didn’t know whether you wanted to cry or yell. “Why didn’t she tell me?”
“She was ashamed of it. Let the guilt get to her too much. Never told you or your mother.” Mai shook her head solemnly. “I am not going to say what you did felt great because it didn’t. But what I will say is that what you did was what you had to do.”
“It doesn’t feel like that.”
“That’s okay. But the very fact that you feel guilty shows you are a good person. And you only ever used the Force to protect your family when they were being threatened. There is no reason to assume you are just going to hurt people.”
You stood in silence, allowing your brain to process everything. You had spent so much time hating yourself and laying yourself in blankets of guilt that you hadn’t even considered anything else. You knew deep down you would never hurt Din or the kid. Never lay a finger on them. And there was no reason to think you would, but the fear had clouded your brain. And even with hearing Mai’s story, learning about the secret your grandmother had kept, a small part of your brain still tugged at you. If you couldn’t even protect your family, what made you think you could do it with your new family? “I’m still afraid.”
“And that is okay. But you can’t just run from it because it scares you.”
“It’s too late though. I left. I have no clue where he is and he probably hates me now.” You couldn’t even begin to imagine how Din was feeling right now. You were sure he hated you now. How could he not after you just left him like that? You had abandoned him and the kid, even though he told you he didn’t want you to leave. Even if you were somehow able to find him, he could probably never trust you again, nonetheless want you to join him and the kid.
“I’m sure that isn’t true. He is probably confused like you. So is the kid.” That could be true. Din knew something was up yesterday, but you never confided in him what exactly was wrong. You didn’t leave anything behind to indicate what you had left, only the necklace. For all you knew, he could think you left for a myriad reasons. Your heart froze at the thought of him possibly thinking you left because of him. You felt like a damn idiot. “Tell me about them. What’s the kids name?”
You paused and awkwardly chuckled. “The kid doesn’t really have a name...”
“What?” Mai furrowed her eyebrows and stared at you with confusion.
“Well, he isn’t exactly a normal child. He is a creature... I don’t really know how to explain it but we just call him the kid. Or womp rat.” You laughed as you remembered all the times you jokingly called the kid a womp rat and he would smile up at you, having no clue what you were even calling him but just glad you were around.
“Okay... that makes no sense. What is the mans name?”
“I can’t tell you that either...” You murmured quietly.
Mai tilted her head at you. “Are these two even real?”
“Yes. I just can’t tell you his name. It’s kind of against the rules.”
“The rules?”
“Um, yeah. You see, he is a... well, you know,” You stumbled on your words, worried what her reaction would be if you told her what Din was. She knew of your grandmother’s opinions about Mandalorians and weren’t sure if she shared them.
“Is he a creature too?”
You laughed at the edge in her voice. “No, he is a Mandalorian.” You watched as Mai’s jaw dropped slightly and you nervously rushed to his defense. “But he is a good man and kind and smells nice and-”
“Smells nice?”
“I am going to be completely honest: I have no clue what I am saying.” Mai let out a loud laugh at that and her eyes crinkled from the grin on her face.
“You’ve got it rough.”
You let out your own laugh and shook your head. “Yeah, I do.”
“Your grandmother is probably rolling in her grave somewhere.”
“She would of killed me.” You let out a chuckle at the though. You knew she would be livid if she found out but you also couldn’t help to think she would like Din if she got to meet him and actually get to know him. She would of appreciated his strength and admired his dedication and loyalty. She would of had to look at the man behind all the armor, but once she did, you think they would of gotten along pretty well.
“You know you have to use this ship to find him now, right?”
You let out a sigh. “He could be anywhere.”
“Can’t you use some Force voo-doo to find him?”
You rolled your eyes at her statement. “The Force isn’t a GPS.”
“If it’s so great, it should be able to do that.” She jokingly teased, throwing a wink your way before walking off to leave you be.
You sighed and looked at the ship. If you worked all night, you could probably have it fixed and ready by tomorrow afternoon. It wouldn’t be in the greatest shape, but it would be enough to fly it and find Din. You already wasted two days on this and he truly could be anywhere. But you were willing the travel the whole galaxy to find him, so you could at least explain yourself, let him know it wasn’t his fault.
You grabbed one of your tools and walked towards the ship, beginning your work again.
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“How can I help you?”
“I’m looking for a woman.”
“No offense, sir, but that is extremely vague.”
The large man looked back at Din, his red beard covered in grease, along with his clothing. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows were furrowed together in confusion, but he still had a small smile on his face.
Din had landed on Jakku this morning, just a little bit of a way out from the Niima Trading Post. She had mentioned her family had lived close by here, which meant her father would of worked as a mechanic here. As soon as he entered town, he and the child asked the first person they saw where there was a mechanic shop. Din couldn’t imagine it wouldn’t be the first place she would stop at, whether it be to ask for a job or to simply see it.
The shop was small, definitely older and a little run down, but it was taken care of. Din couldn’t help but to imagine her as a child or teenager working here with her dad like she had told Din about. Seeing it gave Din a new perspective on her past. “She would of stopped by in the last day or so. She always wears this brown jacket and-”
“Oh, the family friend.” The man gave him a knowing nod and Din felt relief flood all his senses. He had been so worried he would of come here and she would of been nowhere to be found. That he had been wrong and she could’ve been on any planet, anywhere. But hearing him confirm she had been here made Din’s heart feel lighter than it had in hours and hours now.
“Yes. Where is she?”
“I don’t know. She talked to Mai and then left.” The man paused, his smile dropping slightly. “You’re one of those Mandalorians, right? If she is a bounty of yours, I’m afraid I can’t-”
“She isn’t. She is a...,” Din drifted off. Friend felt like a foolish word. She was so much more than a friend to him but that was still what he settled on. “friend.”
“Oh!” The man smiled once again. The child, who was sat in his carrier on Din’s waist let out a little peep and the man looked over at him. He gave the child a huge grin, waving a couple of his fingers at him. Afterwards, he glanced back over at Din with a shrug. “Like I said, she left and hasn’t come back. But Mai should be in soon and she might know something.”
Din nodded and let the man turn away to resume his work. He hoped desperately she was still here. He didn’t think she would of left, but it was possible she came to the shop to get a new ship and leave - though it didn’t appear any ships were for sale here.
He studied the trading post. It was early morning and was rather quiet, not much excitement happening. A few people were starting to open their booths while some headed out into the sand, presumably scavengers. Most of the people kept to themselves, the kindest individual so far being the man who worked at the shop. Din found it hard to imagine his cyar’ika having lived here. She was so exuberant and full of life. A place like this seemed so dull for her sprawling personality - though he supposed it was exponentially more exciting compared to Yungbrii.
Din kept a look out all around, hoping he’d see her. Hoping she’d walk by and he could stop her, tell her to come back. Din knew that if he found out she was gone and no longer here, it would crush him completely. He was already low on hope and he needed some. Even if she didn’t want to come back, Din just wanted to know she was safe and happy. That would be enough for him.
“Oh, Mai, someone is here to see you.” Din turned as he heard the man’s voice bellow out and watched as a woman looked over at him. She was older but still had a youthful aura to her. Her gray hair was pulled into a braid and her hands were wrapped around a mug of what Din assumed to be caf. She gave him a big smile, an action that shocked Din. He wasn’t usually greeted with a smile.
“I’m looking for someone.” Din said as she walked over to him.
She let out a chuckle, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah. I know you are.” Her gaze drifted over to the bag on his side where the child was held and he watched her eyes widen slightly. “He must be the womp rat?”
Din looked down to the child who looked at the woman with a little frown. He loved when his mother called him a womp rat, but not so much with other people. Din looked back up at the woman who was still smiling, a sly little smirk that reminded him of his sweet one. “Where is she?”
The woman, Mai, looked up at him and nodded her head. “She is still here. Don’t worry. Good thing you came now though. She was planning on leaving this afternoon.”
Din thanked the galaxy she hadn’t left yet and he hadn’t waited to come. “I need to see her.”
“I’ll take you to her. She is at my place.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled again at him and before she turned to lead him, she quirked her head at him. “I’m glad you came.” Din tilted his helmet at her. “She mentioned you and the kid to me.”
Din wondered what he had said about him, wanting to ask but not wanting to seem invasive or waste time. He just gave Mai a small nod and she turned around, starting to walk, and Din followed her.
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“Hey, kid.”
You heard Mai’s voice ring out behind you but you didn’t bother to look away. You were so close to being done on the ship when you found some big issue with the engine. You were now covered in oil, intently working away at it with a tool in each hand. “This ship is a total bitch.”
“Kid-”
“I was so close to being done and it just crapped out on me, spitting oil all over.” You huffed as you brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, knowing you got oil on your face but not really caring. “I take back what I said: this is the worst ship I’ve ever seen. I swear it’s doing it on purpose. I ought to-”
“Kid!”
You let out a grunt as she yelled out, putting your tools down and turning to see her standing in the doorway of the small garage she had. You jumped down from your spot on the ship and strolled towards her, wiping your hands on the overalls she had let you borrow. “Yes, madam?” you sarcastically responded.
“You have a friend here to see you.”
You froze and felt your heart start to pound in your chest. It had to be Din. There was no one else it could be. Who else would be here to see you? You brought your shaky hands together and took a deep breath. “Is it...”
You couldn’t bear to bring yourself to ask the question, afraid your heart would crumble if it wasn’t. “It’s either your Mandalorian or a man with a very odd taste in clothing.”
Your breath hitched in your throat. You wanted to run out, see if it was him, and hold him your arms. But you were so afraid, for reasons unknown to you. Din had come to you. He had found you and that was a good sign, right? He wouldn’t have come all this way if he didn’t want to see you. But you still nervously chewed at your lip. Mai sensed your nerves and gave you a pat on the shoulder. “He is waiting for you outside.”
You nodded your head and slowly walked out of the garage. As soon as you exited, you saw him standing there, with his back to you, and you nearly cried. It was Din, your Din. He stood upright, his arms crossed in front of him, and the child on his side sitting in his carrier. He was the first one to say anything, turning his head and letting out a coo as he saw you. His big ears that hung out of the bag twitched and his eyes brightened.
You gave him a small smile but felt it drop once Din turned around, being alerted of your presence by the child’s noises. His arms dropped but he didn’t step closer to you, his helmet steadily aimed at you. Part of you felt so incredibly happy seeing him. The sight of him standing in front of you was something you were worried would never happen again. And though it had only been a couple days, it felt like a damn year. Seeing him made you realized just how much you had missed him. You open your mouth, not knowing exactly what to say but wanting to say something, anything, just so you could hear him speak. But he was the first one to.
“You left me.”
You felt your heart instantly shatter at his words. You wanted to crawl into yourself and disappear. It wasn’t that you weren’t aware that your leaving would hurt Din, but you didn’t truly consider how much of an impact it would have on him. Maybe you did so selfishly because you know you’d stay if you did, or maybe you truly didn’t understand just how much the man cared for you until you heard the pain in his voice, the way his breath hitched in the modulator when he saw you. Hearing the inflection of his tone was what sent you over the edge. All the emotions of the last few days washed over you and you felt exhausted. “Mando-”
“Why would you leave me?”
Where did you start? There were so many things you wanted to say, but you didn’t know where to start and the pounding of your heart in your chest distracted you. You were scared. Scared to tell Din what was really going on and to watch him walk away. Or scared to find out he didn’t want you back anyways. “It is hard to explain and understand...”
“So you just leave?”
You feel yourself wince at the harsh words. Isn’t that what you always did though? Run away? You supposed it had become a habit of yours, but that wasn’t fair to yourself. Nonetheless to the man in front of you. “I’m sorry.”
Din finally tore his gaze away from you, placing his hand on his hip that the kid wasn’t at, staring into the sky. “I’m not here to force you back.”
You tried to feverishly blink back the tears threatening to spill. He didn’t want you. You had messed up this time. Din allowed one person into his life finally and then they turn around and leave. Of course he doesn’t want you. “Oh, okay.”
“If you don’t want to be with us, you don’t have to be.” You wanted to scream at yourself, tell him all you want is to be with him and the kid.
“Mando-”
“I know there isn’t something your telling me. And I assume it’s why you left.” Din looked back towards you, the sun reflecting off his helmet and making the beskar even brighter than normal. “Or maybe it is me-”
“No!” You interrupted, stepping towards him. “It isn’t you. At all.”
“Then what is going on? Because I’m lost.” You bring a hand to rub at your face, no longer caring about the grease and oil on them. You needed to just tell him, because you couldn’t handle the thought of him blaming himself for anything. “I don’t know why you can’t tell me.”
You pause and take a breath in, looking away. “Din.” You whispered.
“Please.” You heard the slight crack in his voice, the way his words wavered, and looked at him to find him stepping closer, his helmet tilted down to look right at you.
“I lied to you.”
Din tilted his helmet slightly. “What?”
“When you asked about my family. If there were Jedis... I lied.” You froze, looking up to him to try to gage his reaction but he remained frozen, still just looking down at you. You wished desperately he didn’t have the helmet, so you could see his expression and try to know what he was thinking, because right now it was like looking at a blank wall. “You need to say something.”
“I don’t... understand.”
“My grandmother was one. My mother was one. And I’m one, kind of.” You waited for his to step away from you or tell you he couldn’t do this but he stayed in the same position so you continued. “I was always taught not to tell anyone and my grandmother told me Mandalorians hate Jedis. I didn’t want to tell you and have you leave me.”
Din finally turned away from you, looking into the distance, as the child on his hip still looked up at you while cooing softly, one little hand reaching out. “I wouldn’t leave you. I told you that.”
“That was before you knew this.”
“I don’t care.”
“But-”
“I don’t care.” He repeated softly. You couldn’t see the truth in his face, but you could hear it. But you still felt your mind eating away at you.
“I’m not a good one. I didn’t even really finish training and haven’t used it regularly in years. I can’t train the kid. He will need another Jedi.”
“I don’t care.”
“I killed that man with the Force. I killed a man.”
“I don’t care.”
You let out an exasperated laugh and huffed at him, throwing a hand up. “How do you not care?”
“You do realize what my job is?”
You guess you had never really considered Din’s job. He hadn’t had to do any bounty hunting with you, the first body he had brought in being the bounty you had killed. You knew what he did, knew he had probably killed plenty of people, if not hundreds. But it never really crossed your mind or made you hesitant. He was a good man and he was only doing his job, one he had been saddled with at a young age. “Yes, but that’s different.”
“You’re right. You did it to protect the kid. ”
“But what if I can’t control it? That’s not the first time I’ve killed someone with the Force.”
“Was the last time to protect your family?”
“I mean, I tried to... yes.”
“Then I don’t care.”
“Din-”
“I don’t care about you being a Jedi or whatever you are exactly. You’re my cyar’ika, okay? This... magic stuff you have doesn’t change how I think of you.”
You almost chuckled at the way Din spoke about ‘magic stuff’, knowing he was completely clueless, but you settled on a soft smile, still tainted with sadness and regret. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. Or the kid. You are a good person. The best person I’ve ever met.”
You felt a weight lift off your chest at his words, that little part of your mind that had been gnawing away at you fading away. You suddenly felt stupid for not telling him all this time. How had even the smallest part of you thought he had cared? You always took what you family taught you seriously, but maybe you had taken it too far. Din was different than everyone else and you should of known that he would be okay with it. And maybe you did know. Deep down, a little part of yourself always knew that in the end, Din wouldn’t care or really understand it. Maybe it was you who couldn’t accept what you were, what you had done. But you had to move on from that.
You looked up at Din and rested a hand on his chest plate, watching how it rose and fell with each breath he took. It was warm on your hand, but a welcome sensation. “I’m sorry.” you whispered out, your voice trembling.
“It’s okay.” He insisted, bringing a hand to rest over the one on his chest.
“No, it’s not. I left you and the kid.”
“And I found you.” One of his hands reached out to grab onto your wrist, the warm leather of his glove rubbing circles into the skin. “You can’t do that again though. I need you.”
You nodded up at him. “I need you, too.”
Din let out a sigh of relief and leaned his helmet against your forehead quickly. The metal of his helmet was warm, but it was a welcome feeling against your skin. You felt your heart stop racing, your hand begin to calm and shake less. You hadn’t realized just quite how much you needed Din, but you did. He was your home now. You pulled away and felt a small smile creep on your face. “You’ve got oil on your helmet now.”
You grabbed a rag out of your back pocket, handing it to him so he could wipe it away. Din did so, and handed it back to you. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” You stepped back from him, with a small smile.
“Sweet one?”
“Yeah?”
You watched as Din froze up, looking down at the ground and back up at you. His fist tightened a little and you swore you saw his hand shake for the first time. “I want you to know that I...” He trailed off and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. Please say it. “I’m glad you are back.”
You felt silly for a second at his response but just nodded in response, giving him a grin. “Me too.”
“You want to clean up and we can go?”
“Can we actually do one thing before we go?”
“Of course.”
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Din watched as she stepped forwards, her gaze stuck on the sight before them. The child looked up at Din, seeming to understand the significance of the moment. He had a sad little expression on his face and stayed completely silent, sitting in the carrier solemnly. Din stood back, standing upright as he watched her kneel down on the sand and reach a hand out to graze the three stones in front of her.
It was completely silent. They had traveled a bit outside of town, to a spot where only three gravestones stood and nothing else. No names were marked on them but they stood on their own, nothing around them except for sand. Din assumed a place like Jakku didn’t have a graveyard, making this a rare sight to see.
She took a minute before standing back up and stepping back. She stood next to Din again, her gaze drifting into the distance. “Our house was somewhere right there.”
It was the first thing she had said since she told him what she wanted to do before they left. Din looked over to where she was looking. There was nothing to see, the parts of the house that had remained probably having been taken by scavengers and the rest had been ash. Din looked over at her. She was standing upright, her shoulders stood back, and her stare was intense. She looked strong. Din was shocked to see a small smile on her face. “My father once tried to plant a fruit tree here. Said somebody at the Post had given him seeds to plant. He waited months and months to see if anything would grow and when it didn’t, he dug up the seeds only for my grandmother to tell him they were teeth from some animal.” A laugh escaped her lips and Din found himself smiling. He had grown accustomed to that laugh and it had become one of his favorite sounds. He had missed it desperately.
“My mother couldn’t cook. It was actually rather pathetic how bad she was at it. But one time, for my birthday, she tried to make a cake. She got all the ingredients for it - even though they were almost impossible to find here - and worked on it for hours. And when we cut into it, it was just goo inside. I don’t even know how she did it.” She let out a louder laugh, a bigger grin on her face as she relived the memories. Din was relieved to see her like this. So often when she spoke of her family, her words always held a tint of sadness. Like she was always mourning and couldn’t accept what had been taken from her. This was the first time Din had ever heard her tell stories of her family without that sadness. She wasn’t mourning anymore. She was celebrating their lives.
“Oooh!” He heard her voice rise, clapping her hands together as she excitedly recalled another story. “One time, my grandmother tried to set me on a blind date which confused me because she always told me relationships were a waste of time. But, I went because she wouldn’t stop nagging me about it and the damn woman had me go on a date with a Crolute! He didn’t wear shoes and had flipper feet. It was awful and she thought it was the funniest prank she had ever pulled.”
Din let out a chuckle at that one, watching as she threw her head back in laughter. Even the child joined in, letting out a small noise that could be discerned as a giggle. She looked over at Din with a bright smile, the sun blazing behind her, and it took his breath away. Without thinking, he reached a hand out and grabs hers.
She looked down at their hands and intertwined her fingers. “Thank you for coming with me.”
“I’m glad you wanted me to come.”
“You can’t meet them but I don’t know.” She shrugged with a sheepish smile. “I think maybe they are somewhere. Seeing this.” Din didn’t say anything but she looked over at him. “They would of liked you.”
Din felt a warmth fill his chest. He imagined he would of liked them as well, especially if they were anything like the woman he loved. “Thank you.”
She smiled at him and leaned closer to him, their shoulders now brushing together. “Din?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go home.”
She began to tug his arm away from the gravestones, her hand still intertwined with him, and started marching towards the Crest that she now called home. Din couldn’t help to think though that his home was being held in his hand in this very moment.
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Here have an oxitd fanfic drabble about Kasimir Jones that’s very not canon-aligned because it proposes a backstory for him! Fun!
Kasimir remembers being fourteen, once, long ago, a nameless street rat running from the law for the theft of an empty wallet. He remembers rain pelting down as he squelched along, soaked and tired and shivering and close to tears, trying to find cover in the alleyways behind the local pub. He remembers the shadow of the man he’d eventually come to call his father towering over him, pinning him to the ground with a glare. He remembers his eyes, black and deep with an emotion he’d later learn was concern but which at the time seemed to his hunger-dazed mind like anger and scorn. And he remembers, on his birthday a few days later, this man giving him a massive fur-lined jacket as a gift to welcome him into the bloodstained fold of crime, the jacket at the time hanging off of him like a massive blanket.
He still has the jacket. He wears it on a daily basis, a badge of pride for everything that he had gone through to get to this point, and a memorandum of everyone he lost along the way.
These days, he does not bother celebrating his birthday. There are some things that you lose as you age when your job is life-threatening and illegal, the willingness to celebrate random dates being one of them.
It was Zillah’s birthday the day before last, though. He knows the birthdays of his gang members inside and out. Either way, it was celebrated with surprisingly little pomp or circumstance— she continued to work, as always. Zillah’s work ethic was unrivalled; there was no end to how far she would push herself to ensure a heist went smoothly.
Florien Jones would be proud.
He approached the gravestone, his jacket folded neatly and held to his chest, as he always did when he visited Florien’s grave. It felt like a mark of respect.
He would have slapped him around the head for the needless gesture.
The gravestone read: “Florien Jones, a father, a mentor, a master thief. May he Rest In Peace.”
The master thief would have also hated his gravestone. He would have said that he didn’t deserve such kindness. He deserved far more kindness than that he was dealt in life. Nevertheless, he would have heavily vandalized his gravestone had he been alive to see it.
Which is slightly less of a concern, then, considering he’s dead, Kasimir thinks wryly.
Kasimir had never been good with time; it’s one of the reasons he doesn’t bother remembering his birthdate. But he reckons it’s been around fifteen years since his mentor died.
He remembers sobbing into Florien’s shirt the first time he broke his kneecap, a month into training, and he remembers the comforting weight of the master thief’s arm on his back. He remembers falling to his knees before a dead corpse, staring blankly for an hour at the first person he killed, the only grounding presence being his mentor’s hand rubbing his shoulder in strong, small circles, keeping him from floating into numbness. He remembers being initiated as a proper member of the gang, how proud Florien seemed of him, a rare smile gracing his face.
He remembers seeing Florien die. It was a lot less...grandiose than how he expected him to go out. He died quickly, a shot to his brainstem paralyzing him and ripping through his vocal cords. Dead within seconds.
That day, despite how routine his death seemed, was engraved into his mind. The image of a trusted friend and mentor, talking and laughing, then suddenly dropping dead, his head flying into the wall behind them and the body on the ground, clean with the exception of the gaping hole where the neck should be. Bone fragments and chunks of flesh and blood and esophagus were strewn around him, and he choked back a sob before setting off at a sprint, away from the blood and bone and body and head and away from emotion and sadness and anger and despair.
He returned later that day, with a shovel and headstone and chiseling tools he stole off of the local smithy, and set to work making a grave.
He cried over his dead body before he started on the grave, though. He begged for him to live, jump back up and pick up all the pieces and glue them back on and tell him he was alright. He pleaded for this to be a joke, for Florien Jones to jump off of the building in front of him and land on padded, catlike feet with that grin that was always broken by a massive scar and the mischievous twinkle in his eye, to hug him and rub his back as he cried and shook into his warm shoulder and tell him that it was alright, he was alive, Kasimir would be okay. He wasted time and was a waste of time and space for forty minutes while all he did was cry and beg.
Crying and begging never brought anyone back from the dead.
He left his emotions with Florien in his grave. They were a hindrance in his line of work, a privilege left only to his betters.
And now, fifteen years later, he has an adopted crime family of his own. A lady from across the sea who could speak to ghosts, a fighter who spent her life supporting her family, an inventor trying to fight a massive and dangerous corporation, and a rich kid who drowns his trauma in drink.
It’s quite the family I’ve collected, Florien. I hope you’re proud.
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My likely plans for The Mask Rebirth Part 3
This is something I told Kaijuguy earlier that I’m gonna write this. But I’m not gonna make it yet. Because I’m still wondering about it. And also on Thursday, me and my family are gonna go to Universal Studios. And we’ll be back on Saturday. I will likely have my phone. But I may not post a lot or...it depends.
Part 3 is something I’ve really wondered about. Including having some inspiration from, “The Hunt For Green October”. But instead of shoving Ray Tuttle and his daughter’s story into this. I’ve decided that...may be part 4. So those jokes I said to Kaijuguy are likely gonna be a thing.
Anyway, I strangely want to make this seem like a leaked plot details thing before a movie comes out. You know that kind of shit right? I think I just want a reaction of how people may feel towards it. Before I officially make the thing.
Including I just wanna mention what I did with part 2. It strangely felt like an adult extended The Mask Animated Series episode in a sense...that was something I had thought long ago...but let’s get to the point. Of what the direction for this story was.
I have said characters like Owen Big Head, Stanley Big Head Killer, Davida Steelmine, Walter, and Pretorius are involved with this. And I may just reveal the secret behind Pretorius that I have kept secret. If I want to go through with it.
The story may take 6 months after part 2. With Edge City in a much better position after crime has seriously lowered down. And I’ve been thinking part 1 takes place in January. Part 2 takes place in June. And finally, part 3 takes place in December. So in a year, Owen has had the Mask Of Loki for nearly a year.
With Edge City actually being in a more peaceful state. But this doesn’t take place during Christmas. It’s before it. Owen’s mother, Anna, decides to take her son and their roommate Tina on possibly a two week vacation. With Leonor joining them. With the vacation taking place in either Finland or Sweden. Very likely Finland. Despite knowing he needs a much needed vacation. He brings the Mask Of Loki in case. Practically bring Loki along as well.
But during those 6 months. Stanley was thought to be dead after his body wasn’t found. But in fact, he had survived and tried to start a new life with a new name in Edge City. Mainly due to the possibility the police and Big Head may try to look for him. Stanley is more anti social and angry at life. Keeping to himself, like a hermit. Until an unknown man gives him a mysterious gift. A green mask of sorts.
Having kept his memory of wearing the Mask Of Jormungandr. But weary of Davida’s deception of him. He accepts the strange gift.
During this as well, after 6 months of being in prison and everyone against her. Vicky Pratt, mostly known as Davida Steelmine has escaped prison. With a new goal of exacting vengeance upon Owen Heffernan. But first going to the young man’s house, sneaking in, and taking the Mask Of Hel. And finding out he’s in Finland. She wants to start a new life. But she’s angered by having been exposed for who she is. She wants payback first.
Back to Stanley, when he wears the mask. He turns into what appears to be Big Head. But looking different. But to Stanley, this is the greatest thing ever. And possibly better than being Serpent Man. He embraces the terrible nature of the mask starts using his newfound powers by killing the Butcher gang first. Which had beat him up much earlier. And while I question if I wanna make Stanley’s rampage one night or two.
Compared to Owen’s first outing as Big Head. Which was mainly fun mischief. Stanley goes on a killing spree against people that have wrong him in anyway. Even such as the car mechanics, a man who owned him 60 bucks. Which also results in him killing many police officers trying to stop him.
But there’s a goal in mind that Stanley has. To find Vicky/Davida, Tina, and finally Big Head himself. The goal to finally kill all three. The ones that hurt him the most.
Yet during a situation where it’s only Kellaway and Stanley. Kellaway is confused and horrified by what seems to be Owen going on a random savage rampage. He tries to talk to him and calm him down. Asking him if something is wrong, instead of getting angry at him. But to Kellaway’s shock, Big Head tells him, “Who the Hell is Owen!?” And asking why is Kellaway calling him that and maybe Stanley revealing who he is, likely not. Which results in both realizing two different things.
Kellaway realizing, horrified, but strangely relieved that this Big Head isn’t Owen. And to Stanley, he’s shocked and remembers Owen Heffernan, he puts it together. Realizing Owen is very likely Big Head.
After escaping the police, and going to a place where he could hide. Stanley is met Walter, and the two fight. But the same man who gave Stanley the mask tells Walter to stop fighting him. Revealing Walter is with this unknown man. He reveals himself to be Septimius Pretorius. A very secretive man that the crime lords of Edge City would send traitors or anyone they hated to be tortured. But due to his secretive nature, and no one exactly knowing who he is. Most people didn’t like talking about him. As some gangsters would tell others stories about Pretorius to scare them. Along with Dorian when he was alive having met Pretorius in person before, and praising his work.
I’d like to admit, I got this idea form @kaijuguy19 I tried to remember. So thank him. On the part where I talk about Pretorius and Walter being strangely friends in a way.
And the biggest thing that made people strangely afraid of Pretorius. Despite he never made an attempt to be a crime lord. He was the one who made Walter who he is. While Walter was strong and huge already. He met Pretorius earlier in life, and Septimius has told others he merely improved Walter.
He reveals he created that duplicate mask for Stanley personally. To help him achieve his revenge and give him want he wanted. Despite Stanley’s hesitation to trust someone again. He gains Stanley’s trust by telling him that Vicky/Davida and Tina/Kathy are in Finland. But also telling Stanley what he has been wondering. Confirming that Owen Heffernan was his hero, Big Head. Who is in Finland as well with Tina too.
While not considering Pretorius or Walter as new friends. Stanley joins them, with Pretorius giving them a private plane ride to Finland.
Back to Kellaway, who tells Lionel that this Big Head isn’t Owen. And he believes him because of how radically different this Big Head dresses and sounds. The two go to Owen’s house. But realizing Davida has snuck in and stole her old mask. What horrifies the two more is the catch that she’s gonna be possibly going to Finland as well.
Wanting to confront the Owen himself instead of calling him. They take a plane ride to Finland. With possibly trying to come up with a reason why the Big Head Killer is going there. But also maybe Davida. I’m not sure about this. And I may change this. Such as trying to call them. But they don’t have their phone numbers.
So in this case.
In Finland. Owen as Big Head and others are gonna have to face off Davida Steelmine who wants revenge. Walter, who wants payback as well. But also Stanley as a new Big Head, who desires the same thing. But against Davida and Owen. With Pretorius in the background.
In what is said to be the happiest country in the world....holy shit.
Now Pretorius. This was this the idea I felt was crazy. So I’ll just reveal it. The idea that Pretorius was one of the survivors of Ragnarok. And was responsible for killing Sigyn. The wife of Loki, and the one keeping Ragnarok at bay. With Sigyn’s killer never found, her death was the final kick in Loki’s becoming ultimately evil. Presuming the gods had killed her. Thinking the gods want Ragnarok to happen. And becoming more nihilistic, resulting his fate within the mask.
Along with the other idea combined with that Pretorius was one of the survivors who had imprisoned Hel into her own mask. But also being the one who had come up with the idea to imprison Loki and his family that they felt caused Ragnarok. But due to this, his existence was ultimately covered up by the survivors of Ragnarok. And he didn’t mind that. Not a god, but merely someone able to use magic in a similar fashion like science.
Having lived throughout history with humanity for so long. He came to Edge City because of it’s horrible nature with crime. And one of the only people who seems to have developed a sort of friendship with Walter. Mainly both respecting each other for their talents. But also Walter respecting Pretorius for making him stronger than before.
Having believed the masks have been lost to time. Until Big Head showed up. He was curious, yet confused. But when Dorian had become a giant werewolf in a way. He started to wonder if humans have finally found the masks. His suspicions were confirmed when it was revealed Davida Steelmine and Stanley Ipkiss had been using the mask of Hel and Jormugandr. But also even learning the Mask Of Loki before all this, was found in Africa before. Yet it was stolen and never found again. With smaller stories of an similar Big Head like figure causing mischief. But he suddenly disappeared.
Having kept in the shadows, trying to figure out who was really Big Head. And why wasn’t the wearer gone insane. He eventually found out, but didn’t act on anything. But what he had learn is that Stanley Ipkiss to him, should’ve been the one that found the mask and not Owen. Believing the young man had tainted the mask, and possibly changed Loki.
After 6 months, trying to create what he felt was a better mask. Using whatever magic he had left. With the inclusion of voodoo involved. The Death Mask, a duplicate of Loki’s mask and soul.
I think I’ve said enough...hope you folks like this. Mainly you Kaijuguy lol.
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Can u give us some yandre eyeless jack headcannons? How would he go about breaking u down?
sorry I know I got this right after the hoodie and masky breaking you down ask but I am only getting to it now hehe 🌸👉👈
TW: yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, psychological abuse, manipulation, fake emotions, false accusations, slight pp warning
He doesn’t need to take away food or even isolate you. He knows exactly how to get you to eat right out of his hand without using barbaric methods. He wants nothing more than to take you away from everything, but he knows that if he takes you now then you’ll just be an unwilling prisoner.
If you have a boyfriend/gf he’ll plant evidence of them cheating—used underwear placed in their coat pocket that certainly is not yours. (he stole it from some other house somewhere else) He’ll put a bra in the back seat of their car, hidden from view but certainly findable now that he knows you’re going to be looking for even more evidence of cheating once you find the underwear.
If that doesn’t do it then he’ll go even farther—stealing their phone and texting sex bots that will seem like real people in the moment, maybe even reaching out to random people and texting them lewd shit, asking for pictures, being a general asshole. He’ll leave the phone open beside you, nudging you awake and then quickly making his leave, watching from somewhere else as you squint at the bright phone screen beside you.
Once you see the messages it’s certainly over. You kick them out of your shared space despite their protests, and block them on everything. Anytime they try to reach out to you is met with scorn and them being ignored—Jack loves watching the show before him.
Jack eventually finds your number and starts texting you. You ask who this is and he replies and the conversation continues despite you knowing you don’t know this person. But you’re lonely and upset, and you honestly don’t care right now—what’s even more is that they seem so sweet, you can’t help but enjoy talking to them.
Jack is patient, and he takes the slow and steady route. The calculated route, the manipulative route. He texts you for months, building a relationship and gaining your trust faster than he thought he would. Eventually you even want to meet up—since obviously Jack has become one of your dearest friends ever since the breakup that made you distance yourself from friends and family.
He says sure, but, that he wears a mask because he got into an accident a few years ago. (is a thousand years ago only a few?) He tells you that the mask creeps people out and so he’s just so nervous that it’ll weird you out. He says he wears gloves because it scarred his skin—are you really sure you want to be seen with him in public? You’ve sent him pictures of yourself before, so he tells you that you look like a normal person, and an attractive one at that, he’s sure people will stare if you’re seen with him.
You insist that something shallow like that won’t change your opinion on him—you know that he’s kind and more intelligent than you could ever hope to be, so a creepy mask won’t be enough to throw you off. And so you both set a date and time. You’re excited, he’s one of your only friends you’re still in contact with, and even then he’s the only one you text daily all day. You can’t wait to meet him and then hang out more after this. If anything, you kinda have a crush on him, although you’re positive he wouldn’t feel the same about you.
You’re a bit curious about his mask and just how freaky it is—hopefully nothing too bad, but even if it is you’ll be fine with it. You want to know more about him, and spend more time with him. You spot him immediately, as does he to you. You approach each other and immediately what comes out of your mouth is, “can I touch your mask? It looks cool.” You’re about to say nevermind because you realize that might be insensitive, but he laughs and tells you sure. His voice makes you shiver. It’s deep and throaty yet somehow really smooth. It makes you want nothing more than to hear him whisper in your ear. He notices you shiver and smirks—he knows he has you where he wants you.
The day progresses and you insist on taking him home. After all he said he lived two hours away and it’s ten at night! He has to sleep over, obviously. You made him drive all this way to see you, so it’s only natural that he stays longer. He doesn’t argue.
You can’t say that you’re not itching to see what’s under his mask, and you’re not being discreet about it either. Eventually he relents once you ask and says he’ll show you his hands. So of course, you’re so excited that you scooch closer to him on the couch, pressed against him. You notice this but your crush has only grown during the day, and you want nothing more than to grab him and never let go.
It feels odd, this emotion, because you never felt it with any of your exes. You must like him a lot more than you did anyone you were ever in a relationship with, and that’s actually exciting to you. You don’t want to stay as friends or anything even close to platonic, but you figure you’ll wait to see if he may feel the same.
You take his gloved hand in yours, quickly slipping off the glove only to pause. “Is your skin...grey? You have a lot of scars.” He nods, seemingly nervous. “Yes...all of my body looks the same.” You get a wicked idea, and even though you know this is wrong of you, you act on it anyways.
“Really? Let me see?” He lets you believe that you’re the one taking advantage of him, looking at him with lust when he’s obviously so shy about his scarred appearance. He acts more nervous. “Uh, are you sure? I think it’s gross.”
“No no, it’s not, I promise! Here, take off your shirt.” He acts reluctant, as if he really wants to please you, as if he’s being pressured. You know what you’re doing is wrong. He just wanted to hang out with someone that he considered his friend, yet here they are stripping him and thinking the lewdest thoughts imaginable. He slips off his sweatshirt, taking great care to make sure the mask stayed on. His arms are now visible, and are the same deep grey with bright white scars that litter them. You’re reaching to feel them, and take notice of how hard his muscle is, it’s practically concrete. You wonder if the rest of him is the same way.
He’s pleased that you seem so entranced with his body, and he takes notice of the way you press your thighs together, discreetly rubbing them against each other, just barely visible. He smiles at the sight from under his mask, happy that you’re ahead of schedule.
You move to grab the ends of his shirt, most certainly now impatient and almost entranced in lust or whatever this feeling was for your friend that sat beside you, seemingly innocent. He grabs your hands, “looking” away, his mask turned away from you. “Are you still sure? I know you’re curious but you seeing more of me makes me nervous...”
You feel bad, knowing that your motives were much less pure than simple curiosity. You wanted to ravage this man, plain and simple. “But you’re so pretty. I’ve never seen anyone with grey skin before. I’ll be gentle, promise?” Jack felt his pleasure grow as you played right into his hands, feeding his ambition.
“Alright.” He nodded, his tone was gentle but his voice that sounded anything but human was deep and practically monstrous. It just served to turn you on even more. You lifted his shirt over his head, him still taking care to keep the mask in place. Jesus Christ. He had the smoothest washboard abs you’ve ever seen in your entire life. You thought that you’d struck gold with him, and honestly you might have. You ran a few fingers over them, tracing his scars and feeling the rigid bumps on his skin, just as hard as his arms. He covered his face even though the mask was still in place, feigning embarrassment and nervousness.
“Seriously Jack, you’re really fucking pretty. I think if I was dating you I’d never keep my hands or mouth off of you.” You smiled at your not so subtle words. Jack almost laughed at how obvious you were being, but it made him happy. He visibly gulped, showing you his fake nervousness once again. “I don’t know, I don’t think so.”
You gave an evil little smirk, this going exactly your way. Little did you know it was also going his way. “Let me prove it.” You seemed confident, and Jack liked that. It proved to him that you were already comfortable around him.
“Prove it?” He tilted his head. “Mhm,” you hummed. You continued you run your hands over him, wondering if you’d score him or not. “How does someone even prove something like that,” he asked, oh so innocently. You smiled at him, your lust for him obvious.
“I can show you? If you let me see your face?” He tensed up, looking away. You noticed this and felt bad all over again.
“I can’t show you.” You looked so sad at his response. He almost felt guilty.
“Why not? Even if it’s horrendous I still won’t care!”
“It’s not the scars. Or even my skin. It’s my eyes.”
“Your eyes?” He nodded in response. You waited for him to speak again, craving an explanation.
“Uh, seriously I don’t know how you’ll react if I tell you this.” He slipped off the mask, his sockets closed so you couldn’t see what laid beneath. You almost gasped at seeing his face—he was the most attractive person you’d ever laid eyes on. His beauty couldn’t possibly be human, right? His hair was a deep brown, his skin the same grey. The scars that littered his body were so few here. You couldn’t help but take his face into your hands, feeling his skin that felt so hard under your hands.
He gripped you, pulling you into him, your head nuzzled against his neck. You welcomed the contact but figured he just didn’t want to have you see his face any longer. “You’re beautiful,” you said lowly, in his right ear. You let your arms reach around his neck, your mouth pressing against his skin.
“My eyes. I, um. They’re not there. I don’t have any.”
Well that didn’t make sense. How did he walk around with you all day then? As if reading your thoughts, he answered them, quietly.
“I just have really good hearing. Think of me like a bat.” Of course that wasn’t true. He could see perfectly fine without eyes, even better than any human possibly could. But he couldn’t exactly tell you that he wasn’t human.
You sat up. “That’s kinda cool how you do that actually. Jack, I know I’ve said this like a million times but...you really are pretty.” He shook his head, his facial expressions clear to you now that the mask lay discarded on the floor.
“I know I said that if I were dating you I’d never be able to keep my mouth or hands away from you but...we’re not even dating and as you can clearly see my hands haven’t left your skin even once.” He gulped, a hand of his reaching up to cover his face.
—your pov—
“You’ve never seen someone with grey skin before, so I’m not surprised.” He bit his lip, making me quickly realize that he had literal fangs. My god he just kept getting hotter. I stood up from my spot beside him and sat myself in his lap, making him ‘look’ up at me, confused and flustered.
“No, you’re just really addictive Jack.” He flinched at my words, facing away from me, nervousness growing. I took his face in my hands, leaning towards him. “Can I kiss you?” He practically jumped. “You seriously want to?” He seemed baffled by the idea.
“Yeah. Can I?” He nodded slowly, allowing me to press my lips against his, his arms immediately reaching to press me closer against him. I moved against him slowly at first, my hands reaching down to unbutton his pants and palm him through his jeans. He let out a small moan, which only encouraged me. He suddenly stopped me though, upsettingly enough.
—third person pov—
Jack knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. All he needed was your confirmation. “Uh, (y/n)...does this mean we’re dating?” He said it so softly, pretending that his nervousness was taking him over. You beamed, responding with a yes.
Bingo. You’re his now, sweetheart.
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