#c: ceta

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Do You Want Me, Cyar'ika [happy]

Dark!Din Djarin x Jedi!Female Reader

Warnings: HEY THIS IS DARK WATCH OUT, stalking, manhandling, slight choking if you kind of squint, dubcon (reader is willing, but is def under the influence of the darksaber), smut, hand job, mentions of blood and injury, mentions of permanent scarring of the reader

Word Count: 6,717

Summary: Din Djarin is a man who lost everything. His home, his son, his Creed. But at the end of the day, he still had you. He still had you, and he was determined to keep you. Part One: Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika Part Two: I Love You, Cyar'ika

[a/n: THIS IS THE HAPPY ENDING TO THIS TRILOGY. My suggestion is to read the version you really want first b/c the beginning half is the exact same. It's only the end that differs.]

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"sometimes, you just need a fresh start. a new beginning. a clean slate. just get rid of everything going wrong and make it go right." -the importance of starting over

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The echoing of your footsteps bounced off the walls and the quick pace seemed to match the racing of your heart. No looking back. You needed to get to the tarmac. Din was supposed to be in the war room with Bo Katan and the others in his council discussing something or another. This morning he had told you that he wouldn’t be able to meet you for lunch until a bit later in the afternoon. Half an hour after he had told you this, you grabbed your stuff and started running. 

You had the right idea months ago when you first tried to leave. This was going to be your last chance. If he caught you this time you don’t know that you’d ever get the chance to run away again. Memories of that beskar chain and anklet hung heavy in your mind as you picked up your pace. A terrifying thought occurred to you. Would he stop there? How far would Din go to keep you by his side? You truly believed, deep down, that Din wouldn’t hurt you, but… were you just being delusional? At some point, he’d consider the line to be crossed.

The tarmac was mostly empty. The few Mandalorians that were in the area gave you curious looks, but nobody dared stop you. That was a side effect of being ‘owned’ by the Mand’alor and though you found it disturbing previously it was truly working in your favor now. Everybody on this rock, save for a few people like Bo Katan, were too terrified of Din to even look in your direction for longer than a few seconds. As you sprinted to the closest ship you knew how to pilot, the Mandalorians began to disperse. You had a suffocating suspicion that they were in the process of calling Din.

You made it further than you had last time. You were on the ship, ramp closing behind you, and you clambered into the cockpit and got things running. As the ship slowly began to rise, you saw him. Din stood at the edge of the tarmac with his hands on his hips. The wind tunneling through the ship’s exhaust and down onto the ground below caused Din’s thick cape and hair to whip around. Even from this distance, you could feel Din’s gaze burning straight through you. The look on his face was haunting⏤ a mix of devastation and unbridled rage. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Even after the ship was in the atmosphere and Din was far out of view, you stared down at Mandalore in pain. Your chest ached as your heart already begun to miss the man you were running from.

Before allowing yourself to wallow, you input the coordinates to Tatooine and let the ship slip into hyperdrive. The second those all too familiar lines of blurred space cast a blue glow in the cockpit, you pulled your knees up into your chest to bury your face there. If somebody were to ask you the exact reason why tears streamed down your face you would not be able to give them an answer.

You just knew, everything was wrong.

You agonized over who to send a message to. As you drew ever near to Tatooine, doubts began to plague your mind. Should you reach out to Boba and Fennec? They were obvious choices because they cared about Din and they knew how to hold their own in a fight. However, you had a nagging fear at the back of your mind that would not silence. It blared like a ghostly siren. Din was not himself right now, and though you knew without a doubt that he would not hurt you, could the same be said for Boba and Fennec? Especially if they stood in the way of Din getting to you?

You hated that you were unsure of that.

You hated that a part of you honestly thought Din might hurt his friends or worse.

There was no changing course though. The best solution you had was to get in touch with Luke Skywalker. He might have answers about this. Even if he didn’t, having him and Ahsoka by your side would help. Three Jedi surely could get that cursed saber away from Din. Granted, there was no assurance that separating the saber from the love of your life would actually work, but it was all you had. It was the last bit of hope you could cling to. 

Upon your arrival to Tatooine, you immediately slunk away to a crowded cantina. You were not a fool. You knew Din was not just going to let you wander away and you knew he was one of the deadliest bounty hunters in the galaxy. He was very good at what he did⏤ especially when passionate about the mission. That didn’t leave you very much time to get the information you needed. 

You sent out a decoded distress message to the number Skywalker had left you when he took Grogu. He left it strictly for emergencies and this obviously classified as one. After it was out in the universe, all you could do was wait. So you saddled up to the bar, sat on a stool, and ordered a drink. It was all you could think to do. This was the first time in ages that you were in a space not clouded by Din’s presence. You hadn’t realized until now how suffocating it had been.

Being with Din, watching his slow descent, you had gotten accustomed to that cloud of darkness that hung over his head. To the point where you didn’t notice it worsening and worsening. It felt as if your body had acclimated to living under the ocean. Your body grew used to the crushing depths. Your lungs shriveled from the lack of oxygen. Your eyes grew blind from the absence of light. Now? Sitting at this dingy, dirty bar, it was as if someone had forced you up from the ocean floor and dragged you quickly up to the surface. It was jarring. The fresh air was painful as it filled your lungs, your eyes burned from the disappearance of darkness, and suddenly it was freedom that felt wrong. 

A sudden beeping made you glance down at the communicator. Eyes wide, you answered it, “Hello? Luke Skywalker?” Your name was spoken over the line in concern. “Thank the Maker. I⏤ Din and I are in trouble.”

“What has happened?”

“It’s…” You took in a slow breath and began to walk him through what was going on. You started with the moment he took Grogu and described every single downward step the two of you had taken with the saber in his possession. When you finished, your throat felt thick with emotion. “I got away, but he’ll be after me soon. I know it. Luke, I… I don’t know what to do. I just know I need help, and I’m too afraid to go to anybody other than you.”

“You were right to reach out to me.” Luke sighed. “This needs to be handled by us. No need to risk anyone else.”

The thought flickered through your head without warning. You were okay with putting Luke Skywalker and Ahsoka in danger. It came quickly and you swatted it away just as fast, but it felt like poison. Obviously, Boba and Fennec meant more to you than Luke and Ahsoka. You were closer to the first two. However, it still didn’t make risking the lives of the latter two okay. The fact that the belief attempted to nestle in your head reminded you of the dark saber. Your hand wrapped around your own lightsaber⏤ seeking comfort in the energy it radiated.

“You believe he’ll follow you, correct?” Luke questioned.

“Absolutely.” You answered without an ounce of hesitation.

Luke hummed on the other end of the line in thought. “I will send you coordinates. Come to us. The Mandalorian will follow and we will handle this from there. You just need to get here. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.” You nodded your head, trying to convince yourself. “I can. I’ll leave as soon as you send me those coordinates.”

“Of course. Call us again if you have trouble.”

“Thank you.”

The call ended and you threw back the remainder of the drink before rushing for the door. It would take fifteen minutes to get to the tarmac and you assumed you’d get the coordinates by then to use. The crowded Tatooine streets made you anxious. Shoulders clipped into yours as people rushed past you in the opposite direction. It felt like there were eyes burning into your skin, but every scan of the crowd told you it had to just be your paranoia. 

Your communicator beeped again and a quick glance down revealed the coordinates you’d be heading to. Good. You quickened your pace to turn a corner to the last leg of the path that would take you to the public tarmac when you spotted him. A flash of glinting silver under the hot Tatooine suns. Your feet came to a screeching halt, and for a moment the two of you stood stock still. Din was down the road. Closer to the tarmac’s entrance than to you. His hands rested on his hips, and he was helmetless. Even from this distance the darkness swimming in his brown eyes sent a chill down your spine. He had been a sight to behold in his full armor, a faceless figure of intimidation. However, you knew now that it was worse without the helmet. Actually seeing those burning eyes, rather than just feel them, made your stomach flip.

The crowd ebbed and flowed, a small group passing between the two of you, and when they passed fully Din was gone. You couldn’t see him. Without a second more of hesitation, you spun on your heel and sprinted in the opposite direction of where he had been standing. The public tarmac was a bust. You’d never be able to successfully route yourself back around, but you still needed a ship.

Peli’s shop. As soon as it came to mind, you altered course to head in that direction. You prayed that Peli wasn’t home. Hopefully she’d be out losing credits to a group of jawas in sabbac or conning some poor sap at the market. Your chest burned in the effort it took to keep your quick pace, your heart pounded painfully, and you could still feel Din’s eyes on you. Every time you glanced over your shoulder or down alleys there was no sign of silver, but you knew⏤ you just knew⏤ that he was hot on your heels somehow. 

You finally reached Peli’s shop and the garage was closed which meant she was not home, but you remembered the way in through the back. Peli had shown it to you and Din ages ago. Even if she didn’t have a client’s ship sitting in the bay, you could steal her land speeder and come up with a different plan from there. Once in, your eyes landed on a small ship parked in the main bay and your lips curled up into a relieved smile. Find the FOB, get the ship open and started. You rushed to Peli’s office and cursed the wrecked state it was in. Her baseline was chaotic and it showed in her organization choices. You dug through the mess until you found a FOB that seemed to match the ship waiting for you.

Victorious, you sprinted out of the office back down to the bay, but the second your feet stepped into the open area something hard slammed into you. The air was knocked from your lungs as you landed on the ground. Din’s features stared down at you as his body straddled yours. One of his gloved hands pinned down your dominant hand while the other clamped down on your throat⏤ not enough to restrict air, but just enough to convey his warning. You could see your fearful eyes reflected in the beskar covering him as he towered over you. Din’s face didn’t look angry or worried. He didn’t look scared or confused. Din looked cold. Emotionless. Somehow that was worse.

“Din⏤”

“Don’t.” Din said sharply. The fingers on your neck flexed once. “Don’t speak, cyar’ika.”

More suffocating than his demeanor and broad figure was the poisonous energy seeping out of the saber hung on his belt. You were drowning in it, struggling to keep your head above it’s dark waters, and Din was pushing you beneath the waves. He held you under. Din was a man drowning and in your attempt to rescue him he was dragging you to the depths as well. 

“How could you do this to me?” Din asked. His voice cracked⏤ the only sign of his pain. “Cyar’ika, you…” Din swallowed. A flash of heartbreak filled his expressive brown eyes and the degree of his hurt briefly made you feel guilty. Like you had been the one to betray him. “I love you. You are my everything. I would burn the world for you. How could⏤ How could you leave?”

“I never asked for you to burn the world for me, Din.” You whispered. “That’s not what I want.”

Din shifted and leaned down so he could rest his forehead against yours. His hand hung loosely around your throat, forearm pressed against your chest, and it was a position your body was familiar with. If you closed your eyes and gave into the darkness trying to claw its way down your throat and into your lungs, then you’d simply feel like you were sharing a private moment of intimacy with your love. Din’s lips suddenly ghosted against yours and you felt your body tremble.

“What is it you want?” Din begged. “I will give you anything. I just want you safe by my side.”

“I told you what I want, Din…”

Din sighed, his hot breath fanning across your lower face, “I can’t do that.” His voice was strained as if her were in agony. “The saber is how I protect you, cyar’ika.”

“You’re losing me because of that saber, baby.”

For the longest moment, Din remained silent. His eyes were closed and you could see him ruminating over something. After a second, he opened his eyes and Din’s eyebrows furrowed in defeat. A flicker of hope burned in your chest until he opened his mouth and spoke. 

“Things were okay. We just need to start from scratch again. I know you hated that chain, cyar’ika, but it’s for the best.” Din said softly and your eyes widened at how serious his words were. How much he believed that to truly be the best path. “It won’t be forever, I swear it. Just until I trust you again.”

“Din⏤”

“No.” Din snapped. His soft despair turning to a firm demand. “There will be no argument. I’m taking you home.” You opened your mouth once more, but Din’s fingers began to tighten around your throat marginally. “You’re already in trouble, cyar’ika. Don’t make it worse.”

Panic began to make your heart race. You were sinking fast and the light was beginning to disappear from your sight⏤ your freedom with it. In a poor attempt at a final chance of survival, you spoke up despite his order to stay silent. “I just wanted to say sorry.”

Din scoffed. “You understand why I find it hard to believe you.”

“I know.” You nodded. “Please, baby. I’m sorry. Please believe me. You know I love you.”

You could feel Din’s thumb around your neck tracing the skin under it as he stared down at you. He took in a deep breath and leaned in to press his forehead against yours once more. Din brushed his lips lightly against yours. “You’re always so pretty when you beg, cyar’ika.” That was the one thing you had working in your favor. Din always had a hard time telling you ‘no’ when your bodies were folded together like this. “I’ll hear you out, but let’s get to our ship first.”

“Why not now? Let me tell you how sorry I am, Din.” You begged and he let out a soft sigh as his eyes closed. Your eyes darted to the saber on his belt. If you ended up back on Mandalore it would be over. There would be no second chance. Determined, you rolled your hips up and just as you suspected you were met with the firmness of his half hard cock. Din groaned. “Let me show you how sorry I am.” Your non-dominant hand had been clutching at the hand he had at your throat, but you very slowly let it travel up his arm to bury in his soft hair. “Please, baby.”

You tilted your head up as much as you could with Din’s hand clamped around your neck. Carefully, in fear that too quick or sudden a movement would break the spell, you began to pull Din down closer. Din hesitated against the slight force of your hand only for a second before he slotted his lips against yours. As always, Din’s touch set you aflame. He released the wrist he had pinned and hooked that hand under your thigh to spread your legs so he could settle between them rather than straddle you. You should be focused on escape alone, but the taste of him made you hungry for more. You weren’t sure how much was your love for Din and how much was the saber twisting it into something recognizable. 

Din’s teeth caught your lower lip, and he pulled back a breath, “You’re supposed to be showing me how sorry you are, cyar’ika.” He leaned back down to lick into your mouth, his kiss crushing and near painful as Din’s hips pressed firmly against yours. He left his lips close enough that you felt every word he spoke. “Yet here I am…” Din gave a sharp thrust and even with layers of clothes between the two of you he was able to snap the bulge of his erection right where your clit was hidden. You gasped at the pleasure that rocketed up your spine as hot pangs arousal pooled in your lower belly. “...doing all the damn work.”

At his words, you closed the space to press your lips against his again, deepening the kiss, as your hands traveled to his belt. You undid his belt with practiced ease, and while one hand slipped under the waistband of his flight suit to find the base of his cock the other went to grasp the saber.

Your fingers brushed against the thrumming metal of the saber for only a second before Din’s hand slapped on top of yours pinning it to the saber. Everything froze. Din and you were both panting, breathless from your kiss. You had one hand stuffed into his pants with your hand pressed against his skin on the space above the base of his cock and the other on the saber. Din had one hand tightening around your neck while his other crushed your fingers against the darksaber. He chuckled and the sound sent chills throughout your body.

“Let go, Cyar’ika.” Din’s voice was gruff and seemed to rumble out from his chest. You began to try and pull both hands back, but Din grunted. “Not both. Just the saber.” You sucked in a sharp breath and remained frozen. “What? You don’t want to finish what you started?” He shoved one hand down his pants to roughly grab yours and force your hand to wrap around the entirety of his throbbing cock. It was like this tense moment was spurning him onwards⏤ filling him with a thrill you had never seen before. “I thought you were sorry.”

You hated how his words made your own core ache with want. 

Din snapped the saber off his belt tossed it off to the side. Too far for you too reach, but close enough that its influence weighed heavy on you still. He did the same to your own weapon which was hooked in its usual place on your belt. Din threw that one further, more carelessly, before lowering his face back down toward yours. His hand was still wrapped around yours, and Din thrusted into your dry grip. It couldn't be comfortable you thought, but Din moaned in your ear as if it were already drunk in pleasure.

“Din…” You murmured.

His hot mouth enveloped yours, tongue licking into you, as he thrusted twice more. Din’s teeth caught your lower lip again, but this time he bit down hard enough that the taste of metallic blood flashed across your taste buds. You yelped, he thrusted into your grip, and then Din pulled back just enough that you could see his lips painted with the red of your own blood.

“Are you going to make me take you?” He asked in a harsh whisper. “Or will you come willingly?” Din pressed his bloodstained lips against the side of your face, dragging, and you shuddered as a cold, but tempting, chill filled your body. “I’ll spend eternity chasing you, cyar’ika, but it will be more enjoyable if you just agree to be mine again.”

His lips found yours once more, and for one second you weren’t in your body. Your mind clouded with a sort of vision. You saw Din sitting on Mandalore’s throne splattered with blood he had drawn from others and his features masked in a cold indifference. The saber was not on his belt, but any confusion you had on it’s location faded as a different version of you came into view. She wore an elegant and revealing gown that was as dark as a starless night, and the inactive saber was held tight in her grip as blood covered her hands and left a trail of red petals as she passed. While Din’s face held a cold indifference this version of you looked feral with enjoyment. 

She settled herself on Din’s lap and the mask he wore cracked to reveal adoration as he stared up at this other you in awe. Without wasting a beat, this unrecognizable version of yourself pulled Din into a firm kiss. The blood on the hands that resembled yours smeared against his stainless beskar, and the blood on his face left smears along features you spent your entire life staring at in a mirror. Suddenly, the other you broke away to turn and it seemed she was glaring directly at you.

The saber in her hand activated and burned with a soul sucking energy that seemed to draw you in.

“Be mine.” Din’s voice snapped you back into the moment. “Be my queen, cyar’ika. I want no else.” He pressed his lips to yours again but in a way that was too soft to match the rest of this situation. The tip of his tongue dragged through the torn tissue of your lower lip and you shivered. “Let me protect you as you rule by my side.”

And you wanted it. It was like your body had finally reached the lowest depths and your lungs were filling with the dark water you were drowning in. It was almost peaceful allowing yourself to settle into the cold⏤ allowing it to swallow you whole. Distantly, you could feel the crystal in your lightsaber desperately calling out to you, but you were certain no light could reach you where you were. Cold turned to pleasure as Din’s hands began to map the familiar planes of your body. 

“I’ve always been yours.” You whispered. Din molded his lips to yours and he pulled your hand out from where it was hidden under his waistband so he could have to room and access to begin frantically undoing your own belt. You lifted your hips so he could tug your pants down past your ass and off entirely. He didn’t bother with his own pants, deciding to just tug them down enough to be useful, and  Din settled between your legs. As he worked himself out of his pants he planted his lips against the hollow of your neck.

You tilted your chin up, panting, as you gave him more room to work his tongue against the skin there. Every atom of your being was throbbing and aching for the man on top of you, but briefly a glimmer of pain lanced through your heart. A reminder. You thought you were too deep in for the light to reach you, but your lightsaber’s call managed one faint echo. A weak lifeline back to the surface. Without thinking, your hand reached reached out to where the sabers were cast aside and for the first time in your life you felt the Force do more than just read an energy. It enveloped the space around you and seconds later something firm was in the palm of your hand.

You cried out, managing to roll Din and yourself over so you now straddled him. The saber activated in your hand and rather than the warm familiar glow you wanted, you were greeted by the soul sucking, burning energy of the darksaber lighting up in your hands. Your eyes widened in alarm. The power that washed over you was overwhelming. It rocketed up your arm and pierced your very soul. Din laid on the ground under you as you stared at the cold glow of the saber burning in your hands, and you heard him begin to laugh in amusement. 

“Maker, you’ve never looked prettier, cyar’ika.” Din grinned⏤ the look in his dark eyes was wild with desire. “How does it feel?”

Your skin was crawling as if someone was holding a live wire to it. A tremor shook your body and it took you a moment to detangle your mind away from the raw pleasure that screamed out to you. The darksaber was sinking it’s cold claws into every aspect of who you were and you could feel your reality slipping away from you. You tightened your hand around the hilt and began to squeeze. It was hard to focus the Force to bend to your will with the darksaber’s influence pressing down on you, but you clenched your teeth and squeezed harder. The crack of bending metal filled the air.

“No.” Din growled and his hands roughly pawed at you, to try and take the saber from your grip, but you raised your hands up above your head and continued to squeeze until you felt actual pain began to seep into your body. “Stop! Don’t!” 

The metal cracked further, heat began to lick out of the hilt as the saber’s burning energy flickered and grew wild. It was burning your hands, leaving the flesh it touched raw. Din screamed out at you to stop again, but you couldn’t hear him over the high pitched ringing the darksaber’s kyber crystal seemed to emit. The saber was angry⏤ the saber was scared. You focused every bit of your body’s energy to channel the Force. You screamed in agony as the saber was crushed under your grip. The crystal cracked and the energy stored in it grew volatile and unstable. With one final push of power, the crystal shattered into pieces within the crushed hilt of the saber and the release of energy blew you backwards into the dirt. 

Your ears from ringing from the blast. Your head ached painfully, you could feel blood matted in your hair from where the back of your head had slammed into the ground, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the miserable and excruciating pain that was radiating up your arms. Shakily, you lifted your hands up to try and examine them. Even though your sight was growing blurry, you could still make out the state of your hands. Scorched flesh, raw and torn, greeted you and warm blood was dripping from the spots where jagged bits of kyber crystal embedded in your skin. It rained down on you.

“No, no, no, no.”

Din was suddenly in your line of vision as he cupped the side of your face in fear and disbelief. Your hands, heavy with exhaustion, fell limp and they didn’t even hurt much anymore. You were having trouble feeling anything actually. “Please, Maker, no.” Din gasped. His voice was ragged and hoarse. Tears were swimming in his eyes and for the first time in ages, you recognized the clarity. “Cyar’ika, no, please…”

Your lips twitched up in a smile as you gazed up at him. You sighed in relief, “It’s you.” Din’s face crumpled as the tears streaked down his cheeks as he tried to pull you closer. “You’re back, baby.”

His voice seemed far away. As your eyelids grew heavy, you still felt content. If these were to be your last moments you were more than happy to share them with Din Djarin. Your Din Djarin. Pure and kind hearted. Loving and soft. Darkness seemed to envelope you, but it was not the cold darkness the saber used to force you into. This was warm and tender. You felt enveloped in love and your own kyber crystal, loyal and strong, whispered a lullaby as you relaxed into sleep.

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[three months later]

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It took you ages to find Din. After waking up in Boba’s palace, post bacta tank infusion, you realized he had slipped away without a word. Boba and Fennec had comforted you, but the only message Din left you was a soft apology passed down along friends. The fact that he hid from you was proof enough that the darksaber’s influence was gone from him. You felt it no longer either. Occasionally, you’d wake from a nightmare and a lingering darkness would cloud your thoughts, but it always dissipated with the morning light. 

You walked slowly toward the bench where he sat armorless. Din wasn’t wearing a shred of beskar, had not a single weapon on him, as he rested his elbows on his knees and stared into the distance where rolling hills and mountains sat. What made him hard to track was he stayed constantly on the move, but you were surprised that this was where he allowed you to catch up with him. You stopped by his side, Din didn’t turn to look at you, and you followed his gaze to see Grogu far in the distance sitting with Luke Skywalker on the crest of a small mountain.

“I don’t know why I came here.” Din mumbled quietly. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“Din⏤”

“I don’t deserve to be here.” He added. Din hung his head down and lifted his hands to rub at his face in exhaustion. He shook his head once. “I was supposed to leave before your ship ever entered the atmosphere, but I… I got stuck.”

That made more sense. In a moment of weakness, he stopped to see his son and he hadn’t been able to tear himself away to flee you like he usually did. You reached out to touch his shoulder, but your fingers only managed to graze his shirt before he pushed to stand began to stalk away.

“Din!” You cried out and followed his brisk pace. He walked back to where his small ship at waiting. “Din, please, wait.”

“Leave, cyar’ika.” Din replied firmly.

“No.” You snapped and raced up the ramp into his ship’s tiny cargo hold to slide into his path to stop him. You expected to see anger in his eyes from your disruption, but the only emotion his large brown eyes conveyed was pain and desperation. You felt your heart ache at the way he stared down at you in misery. You shook your head. “Din, will you please talk to me?”

Din swallowed, his voice was hoarse, “There is nothing to talk about.” 

You reached out to rest your hands on his chest, and he glanced down to stare at them. The bacta tank had saved your hands and left you with full use of them, but the scarring remained. The skin was discolored with burn scars and jagged lines where kyber crystals had pierced your skin and left their mark. 

“This wasn’t your fault, baby.” You whispered as you noticed how intently he was staring at your hands. Din shook his head and tried to pull away from your touch but you tightened your hands into fists⏤ clutching his shirt like a lifeline. “Din, I don’t blame you.”

“You should!” Din suddenly yelled and your eyes widened. His hands wrapped around your wrists as he held your gaze. His voice shook. “You should blame me.” Din took in a sharp gasp. “This was all my fault. I was weak.”

“Din.”

“I remember it all.” Din closed his eyes in agony. “Maker, I⏤ I was manhandled you. I chained you to the fucking wall. Held you hostage.”

“Din⏤”

“Hunted you down like a bounty. Forced you into the position where you had to use your body just to distract me so you⏤ I⏤ Maker. Even if you don’t blame me, cyar’ika, I do. I don’t deserve access to my weapons. I don’t deserve the armor of a Mandalorian. I don’t deserve you.”

You held onto him tighter as he tried to pull your hands away from him. “I love you, Din.” He scoffed. “I do. I love you. The darksaber was to blame for all of that and I stayed by your side because I knew that and I refused to lose you to it. I stayed knowing the risk.” Din’s eyes were still shut tightly, but you could see tears collect in his eyelashes. “And I can’t lose you now.”

“Cyar’ika…” He mumbled.

“Open your eyes.” You demanded. You released his shirt but only so you could cup his face with your hands. Din’s entire body trembled under your touch and his hands squeezed your wrists. “Baby, open your eyes and look at me.” Finally, after an agonizing moment, Din opened his eyes and you offered him a small smile. “I love you.” He let out a shaky gasp. “And I can’t sit idly by while you punish yourself for sins that you shouldn’t have to bear. Please don’t run from me. Please let me stay. I’ll keep following you all over the galaxy if I have to or⏤ or if you don’t want me then I’ll… I’ll stop. If that’s what you really want, then I won’t follow.” Din leaned into your touch. “I’m not trying to control or torture you with my presence, I just… I miss you, baby.”

Din closed his eyes again and loosened his grip on your wrists so he could trace them up and lay them over your smaller hands resting on his jaw. He sighed. “I hurt you.” His thumbs traced the scarred skin on the back of your hands. “I did this to you.”

“No, you didn’t. The darksaber did, and I chose to fight that damned thing.”

“If I had been stronger against it then you never would’ve had to.”

“You had no way of knowing, Din.” You shook your head. “It even took me a while to realize how dangerous that saber was and I’m Force sensitive. Nobody in the galaxy would have been able to resist the influence of that kyber crystal even if they knew what it could do. You were blindsided by it.”

Din opened his eyes. “You resisted against it.”

You pressed your lips together then pulled his face toward yours so his forehead was resting against yours. “I knew what it was doing, and it was still the hardest thing I have ever done.” You admitted. “Even now I still feel that darkness crawling across my skin in the dead of the night. Like a ghost haunting me.” You tightened your grip on his jaw. “But you know how I did it?” Din didn’t respond, but you pressed onward. “I did it because I wasn’t going to let anything take you from me. I was not going to let it keep your soul⏤ I was not going to lose you.” Quickly, you pushed forward a pressed a chaste lip to his lips. “Not then. Not now. I will always fight for you. Even if it’s your own guilt I have to fight.”

“Do you want me, cyar’ika?” Din whispered⏤ his voice so soft and faint you almost thought you imagined it. 

You caressed your thumbs against his cheekbones. “I will always want you, baby. Always.”

To prove your point, you tenderly slotted your lips against his. You stayed motionless, just holding him to you, and you could feel a tear trace the outline of your thumb before reaching his lips. It was as if the taste of his salty tear awakened something in him. Din’s mouth began to move against yours desperately. You shifted your hands down and around his neck to cling to him. Din’s own arms wrapped tightly around your torso so he could pull you flush against his body. 

His lips suddenly left your lips to press sloppy, desperate kisses against your jawline then down your neck. Between every touch of his lips against your skin he whispered an apology or an exclamation of love. You tried to drag his lips back up to yours, but he surprised you by falling to his knees. You gasped and stared down at him. Din rested on his heels as his hands hugged the back of your thighs. He stared up at you in adoration, but you could still see agony there as well.

“I am so sorry.” He pleaded like a man begging in prayer at an altar. “I love you, and I am so sorry. I could spend an eternity reminding you of that and it still would not be enough to express how I feel.” Din leaned forward and rest his forehead against your hip. “Ni cuy’ nass ures gar. Ni cuy’ osi’yaim. Ni cuy’ hut’uun.”

You slowly peeled his forehead away from your hip and his hands off your thighs so you could kneel in front of him as well. You held his face once more and wiped away the lingering tears that stained his cheeks. “Cin vhetin.” Din’s eyes widened at the words. A phrase you had Boba teach you. “That’s what I want.”

“Cyar’ika…”

“I hate seeing you speak so poorly of yourself.” Your bottom lip quivered and your throat felt thick. “It pains me to watch you hate yourself⏤ when I love you so much.” Din sucked in a sharp breath. “So, if you love me still, Din, that’s what you’ll give me. Cin vhetin.”

Din paused before he gave you a curt nod. You pulled him into a tight hug, arms clinging to his shoulders, and you were relieved to feel Din hold you just as securely. As if you were both terrified to feel the other slip away again.

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[three months later]

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You woke with a start, eyes snapping open in the dark of your bedroom, and the cold, cruel ghost of the darksaber gripped your spine. It crawled up slowly as you tried to push away the lingering nightmare and piece together your reality. The bed under you shifted as someone climbed in beside you. A heavy hand slipped over your abdomen as Din shifted his closer. His bare chest pressed tightly against your back as he held you close.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” Din whispered in your ear, voice heavy with sleep. “Grogu woke up wanting a glass of water.” That was your reality. You had the love of your life back, and the green boy you and Din both adopted as your own was back in your lives. You, and the ones you loved, were nestled in your cozy home on Nevarro. Din’s lips pressed against your neck. “Riduur?” The new nickname a reminder of the peace that came with your reality. “Are you alright?”

The warmth of his skin against yours cast away the chill the memory of the darksaber brought. One of his bare, thick thighs slid between your legs until every part of you was tangled with every part of him. You let out a soft sigh of content and nodded. “I’ve never been better, baby.”

Din peppered soft kisses against your shoulders and you fell asleep safe in his arms.

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mando'a translations:

Ni cuy’ nass ures gar: I am nothing without you. Ni cuy’ osi’yaim: I am a despicable person. Ni cuy’ hut’uun: I am a coward. Cin Vhetin: fresh start, clean slate (term indicating the erasing of a person's past when they become Mandalorian, and that they will only be judged by what they do from that point onwards)

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[here is the dark ending]

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[sunshinesdaydream]

Blood

Pairing: Kix X GN reader (gender is not mentioned or referred to as far as I can see) Event:@clonexreaderbingo for Kix and Blood spots (cards at bottom) AU: In an ambiguous order 66 fix it (because this is where I live) Rating: SFW Summary: Kix has a small accident due to exhaustion. Warning: Blood, accidental harm to self, over working Word Count:845 Mando'a Translations: From Mandoa.org ner : My/Mine cyare: Beloved ni ceta: Sorry (lit: I kneel) Groveling Apology- Rare

You get into the lift to your apartment earlier than usual, eager for the one quiet evening and following day you would share with Kix for several standard weeks.   You had managed to get out of work early for the occasion. Hoping to get home and finish any chores that might need done before relaxing.

Of late all you really had was messaging each other between work, volunteering, and his classes. A kiss in passing, a half hour of cuddling before falling asleep to do it all over again the next day.

The sudden sharp sound of him cursing with obvious pain in the kitchen shocks you just after you step through the door, he wasn’t due home for hours. “Sweetheart?” You call as you hurry into the kitchen. 

Kix is holding his left hand in his right with pressure as blood soaks through the clean towel he has pressed to it. He had been in the middle of chopping vegetables for dinner, unfortunately they also had gotten blood dripped on them.  Obviously it was a pretty bad cut.

“Sorry,” he huffs, “I’m fine, you would think I’d be able to handle a knife. I’ll go clean up and start over,”

“Sweetheart. You don’t have to, I…”you begin.

“No, you do too much,” he argues,”I should be taking care of you,”

Knowing the best way through this was around, you nod, “I made dinner ahead last night, we just need to put it in the oven,”

His shoulders fall, “I should have thought to look,” Kix mutters.

“Here, let me take care of that for you,” you offer.

“I can do it!” he snaps.

You step back, stung.  Tears threaten. You’re tired, he’s beyond tired. You nod again, “I’ll just put it in the oven and clean up here,”

“No,” you hear his horrified gasp before you turn to see his equally horrified expression. “I’m sorry! Ner Cyare, ni ceta. I didn’t mean…I shouldn’t have. Ner Cyare, I’m so sorry,”

As he continues to repeat himself you rush to him, slipping under his arms so you can wrap yours around him.  He buries his face in your shoulder.

As you reassure him you stroke the back of his head, his hair grown out to a reg cut because he didn’t have time for his signature style. That along with downtime with his brothers was another casualty to the workload he had taken on.

When Kix calms enough he presses a kiss then his own forehead to yours. You reach up and cradle his cheek in your hand, “Baby?” you say softly, “Will you let me take care of your hand now?” he nods meekly and turns to kiss the palm of your hand.

He followed you to the cabinet where he had meticulously kept any supply that you could possibly need along with a few you didn’t even know what they were for. Removing the bloody towel from the cut you sigh, “Kix, sweetheart, this is deep,” as you spray the cleansing spray on it.

“If we were your troopers, what would you tell us?” you ask.

“You want me to take my own advice?” he asks. You continue cleaning his wound, with just a glance up at his reddened eyes with deep circles underneath.  “I would say we need to cut down on our workload, rest more, drink more water, less caf, spend more time together.”

You nod as you begin to apply bacta gel to the cut, “We both need to cut back on the volunteering.  Back to where we started, a couple of days a week. Together, we did it so we could do something together. It was before you started classes too,”

“But…” he begins and you interrupt him. 

“What would you tell your troopers?” you ask. With a sigh of an endearment he let you continue as you began wrapping his hand in a bandage. “Focus on work and school, I’ll focus on work and taking care of the apartment and us. We’ll volunteer if we have free time. After rest and time with each other,”

“You really are going to make me take my own advice,” he says as you wrap the bandage and gently kiss the bandage over the injury.  “I’m not going to let you do all the work here by yourself.”

“I’m making both of us take your advice.  And you have work and classes,” you insist.

Kix shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s just…I want to do some of the work with you.  I love cooking with you, making this our home, and taking care of it with you.”

“Okay,” you agree quietly as he strokes your cheek with his good hand. “It’s early. Let’s take a nap before we put dinner in the oven and we can clean up the kitchen then,”

Kix hums in agreement, leading you to the bedroom where he curls up around you and you cradle his injured hand to your chest as you let each other’s presence ground you as you drift to sleep.

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CETA-Abkommen durch Bundestag angenommen

Der Bundestag hat am Donnerstag, 1. Dezember 2022, einen Gesetzentwurf der Bundesregierung (20/3443) „zu dem Umfassenden Wirtschafts- und Handelsabkommen (Ceta) zwischen Kanada einerseits und der Europäischen Union und ihren Mitgliedstaaten andererseits vom 30. Oktober 2016“ angenommen. Für die Initiative stimmten 559 Abgeordnete, 110 Parlamentarier votierten dagegen. Es gab keine Enthaltungen. 

Unsere Partei hat dagegen gestimmt, dass Deutschland CETA ratifiziert. Die Rede von MdB Bernd Riexinger kann nachfolgend angeschaut werden.

Martin Schirdewan, Vorsitzender der Partei DIE LINKE:

„Das Handelsabkommen CETA gefährdet Arbeitsschutzrechte, Demokratie, Klima- und Umweltschutz. Vor undemokratischen Schiedsgerichten sollen Unternehmen Staaten für demokratische Entscheidungen verklagen können. Damit stehen Staaten vor der Wahl, auf Verbesserungen für Mensch und Umwelt zu verzichten, oder immense Strafzahlungen an Unternehmen zu riskieren, die dadurch Profite gefährdet sehen. Jedes solche Abkommen ist eine Gefährdung der erreichten Standards und ein Hindernis für künftige Verbesserungen. Der ganze Verhandlungsprozess ist zudem hochgradig intransparent. Selbst die Bundestagsabgeordneten, die darüber abstimmen sollen, haben nicht die Möglichkeit, die neuen Vertragsbestandteile rechtzeitig zu prüfen.

Nicht ohne Grund sind in der Vergangenheit hunderttausende gegen dieses Abkommen auf die Straße gegangen. Damals waren die Grünen Teil des Widerstandes. Heute wirbt der grüne Wirtschaftsminister Habeck nicht nur für die Unterzeichnung, sondern kündigt darüber hinaus an, weitere Abkommen der gleichen Art unter anderem mit den USA, Mexiko und Chile vorantreiben zu wollen. Das ist an verlogenem Opportunismus nicht zu überbieten. Nach der ‚Zeitenwende‘ für Aufrüstung, dem Gas-Deal mit Katar und der Zustimmung zu Waffenexporten nach Saudi-Arabien, räumen die Grünen an der Regierung weiter im Rekordtempo ihre Grundsätze ab.“

Weitere Infos zu CETA aus der Fraktion DIE LINKE im Bundestag:

Auch der B.U.N.D. hat ein Merkblatt zu CETA veröffentlicht, welches wir hier ergänzend bereitstellen.

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[lettersandinkstains]

First, there was Fate. They were alone--or so they thought--in the vastness of the world of looming, snow capped mountains, and rolling fields of grass. They see and they know all. What was, what is to come. Omnipotent, omnipresent. Cruel and kind, they are not quite good. But they are not evil. They just are, always will be. To cease to exist means for the world to die as well.

Second came Time, beautiful in her own right--elusive and everywhere. Unstoppable and sweet. She had come from almost nowhere, whispered her secrets so inaudibly. None can quite escape her. Yet, she blesses some, and curses others. But which is the curse and which is the blessing: mortality or immortality? And why did she chose some to live for eternity, and some to live much shorter lives? 

Ateus came from Time, whose sickly face is hidden underneath hood of darkness. He is what the world fears the most, yet yearns for as Time works her slow magic. Meeting him is both a terrifying and sweet endeavor. Do not seek him early, for he is still cruel.

Atia keeps to her skies, where day and night are at her control. She is just as warm as she is cold, her blessings means to never be lost. She is wise, and she is kind. Those who need guidance can always look to her. Do not cross her, for she can still lead you astray.

The moods of Imir creates the seasons--he is much of a companion than a foe, but dangerous for his control over the world. He much of the opposite of Eteus, thought to bring life into this world. But when the time comes, he will help guide those who need it towards Eteus. Seek him in the woods, and he will lead you on an adventure, find him in the pubs, and he will tell stories of the Old World. Ilyrmia is much of him, as just he is of it.

The beautiful Azlir is just as elusive as Time, no one quite understands her. She brings wisdom to those who need it, working with Atia to help the people of the world she loves discover what they have created. An extension of her, she is thought to also bring about the emotions of people--the guilt, the love, the excitement. Should you need advice, seek her out when the moon is full, but there is no promise for direct answers.

Ena is soft, their beauty entices all. She commands the seas, the waters answer to her voice, and her voice alone. They entice those who come across, the encouragement to explore--but Ena is unpredictable, do not question their choices. Should she say to not travel among her realm, listen, for you cannot convince her otherwise. Atia will not guide, and Eteus will be waiting.

Her name, who is now poison upon the lips of all, Ceta, is the one of glory, honor, and war. She is destructive in her own right, those who seek her out cannot handle her powers--she is a tricky one. Her smile and words always have double meaning. Those who receive her glory, receive recognition in stories for years to come. Her name is forbidden, her betrayal will always be remembered--and be around her for too long, and she shall corrupt. This remains the question, is she a monster?

Can you become a god?

--yes, only when you prove your worth. only when you have reached beyond a human realm. so very few have made it far enough, and even less selected. when the gods choose you, agree.

---but would you want to?

are they monsters? yes.

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Do You Want Me, Cyar'ika [dark]

Dark!Din Djarin x Jedi!Female Reader

Warnings: HEY THIS IS DARK WATCH OUT, stalking, manhandling, slight choking if you kind of squint, dubcon (reader is willing, but is def under the influence of the darksaber), smut, hand job, unprotected sex (p in v), mentions of blood and injury, ruthless murder

Word Count: 5,136

Summary: Din Djarin is a man who lost everything. His home, his son, his Creed. But at the end of the day, he still had you. He still had you, and he was determined to keep you. Part One: Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika Part Two: I Love You, Cyar'ika

[a/n: THIS IS THE DARK ENDING TO THIS TRILOGY. My suggestion is to read the version you really want first b/c the beginning half is the exact same. It's only the end that differs.]

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"she's hell, he's the devil⏤ the demons see no end to this love." -amber anwar

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The echoing of your footsteps bounced off the walls and the quick pace seemed to match the racing of your heart. No looking back. You needed to get to the tarmac. Din was supposed to be in the war room with Bo Katan and the others in his council discussing something or another. This morning he had told you that he wouldn’t be able to meet you for lunch until a bit later in the afternoon. Half an hour after he had told you this, you grabbed your stuff and started running. 

You had the right idea months ago when you first tried to leave. This was going to be your last chance. If he caught you this time you don’t know that you’d ever get the chance to run away again. Memories of that beskar chain and anklet hung heavy in your mind as you picked up your pace. A terrifying thought occurred to you. Would he stop there? How far would Din go to keep you by his side? You truly believed, deep down, that Din wouldn’t hurt you, but… were you just being delusional? At some point, he’d consider the line to be crossed.

The tarmac was mostly empty. The few Mandalorians that were in the area gave you curious looks, but nobody dared stop you. That was a side effect of being ‘owned’ by the Mand’alor and though you found it disturbing previously it was truly working in your favor now. Everybody on this rock, save for a few people like Bo Katan, were too terrified of Din to even look in your direction for longer than a few seconds. As you sprinted to the closest ship you knew how to pilot, the Mandalorians began to disperse. You had a suffocating suspicion that they were in the process of calling Din.

You made it further than you had last time. You were on the ship, ramp closing behind you, and you clambered into the cockpit and got things running. As the ship slowly began to rise, you saw him. Din stood at the edge of the tarmac with his hands on his hips. The wind tunneling through the ship’s exhaust and down onto the ground below caused Din’s thick cape and hair to whip around. Even from this distance, you could feel Din’s gaze burning straight through you. The look on his face was haunting⏤ a mix of devastation and unbridled rage. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Even after the ship was in the atmosphere and Din was far out of view, you stared down at Mandalore in pain. Your chest ached as your heart already begun to miss the man you were running from.

Before allowing yourself to wallow, you input the coordinates to Tatooine and let the ship slip into hyperdrive. The second those all too familiar lines of blurred space cast a blue glow in the cockpit, you pulled your knees up into your chest to bury your face there. If somebody were to ask you the exact reason why tears streamed down your face you would not be able to give them an answer.

You just knew, everything was wrong.

You agonized over who to send a message to. As you drew ever near to Tatooine, doubts began to plague your mind. Should you reach out to Boba and Fennec? They were obvious choices because they cared about Din and they knew how to hold their own in a fight. However, you had a nagging fear at the back of your mind that would not silence. It blared like a ghostly siren. Din was not himself right now, and though you knew without a doubt that he would not hurt you, could the same be said for Boba and Fennec? Especially if they stood in the way of Din getting to you?

You hated that you were unsure of that.

You hated that a part of you honestly thought Din might hurt his friends or worse.

There was no changing course though. The best solution you had was to get in touch with Luke Skywalker. He might have answers about this. Even if he didn’t, having him and Ahsoka by your side would help. Three Jedi surely could get that cursed saber away from Din. Granted, there was no assurance that separating the saber from the love of your life would actually work, but it was all you had. It was the last bit of hope you could cling to. 

Upon your arrival to Tatooine, you immediately slunk away to a crowded cantina. You were not a fool. You knew Din was not just going to let you wander away and you knew he was one of the deadliest bounty hunters in the galaxy. He was very good at what he did⏤ especially when passionate about the mission. That didn’t leave you very much time to get the information you needed. 

You sent out a decoded distress message to the number Skywalker had left you when he took Grogu. He left it strictly for emergencies and this obviously classified as one. After it was out in the universe, all you could do was wait. So you saddled up to the bar, sat on a stool, and ordered a drink. It was all you could think to do. This was the first time in ages that you were in a space not clouded by Din’s presence. You hadn’t realized until now how suffocating it had been.

Being with Din, watching his slow descent, you had gotten accustomed to that cloud of darkness that hung over his head. To the point where you didn’t notice it worsening and worsening. It felt as if your body had acclimated to living under the ocean. Your body grew used to the crushing depths. Your lungs shriveled from the lack of oxygen. Your eyes grew blind from the absence of light. Now? Sitting at this dingy, dirty bar, it was as if someone had forced you up from the ocean floor and dragged you quickly up to the surface. It was jarring. The fresh air was painful as it filled your lungs, your eyes burned from the disappearance of darkness, and suddenly it was freedom that felt wrong. 

A sudden beeping made you glance down at the communicator. Eyes wide, you answered it, “Hello? Luke Skywalker?” Your name was spoken over the line in concern. “Thank the Maker. I⏤ Din and I are in trouble.”

“What has happened?”

“It’s…” You took in a slow breath and began to walk him through what was going on. You started with the moment he took Grogu and described every single downward step the two of you had taken with the saber in his possession. When you finished, your throat felt thick with emotion. “I got away, but he’ll be after me soon. I know it. Luke, I… I don’t know what to do. I just know I need help, and I’m too afraid to go to anybody other than you.”

“You were right to reach out to me.” Luke sighed. “This needs to be handled by us. No need to risk anyone else.”

The thought flickered through your head without warning. You were okay with putting Luke Skywalker and Ahsoka in danger. It came quickly and you swatted it away just as fast, but it felt like poison. Obviously, Boba and Fennec meant more to you than Luke and Ahsoka. You were closer to the first two. However, it still didn’t make risking the lives of the latter two okay. The fact that the belief attempted to nestle in your head reminded you of the dark saber. Your hand wrapped around your own lightsaber⏤ seeking comfort in the energy it radiated.

“You believe he’ll follow you, correct?” Luke questioned.

“Absolutely.” You answered without an ounce of hesitation.

Luke hummed on the other end of the line in thought. “I will send you coordinates. Come to us. The Mandalorian will follow and we will handle this from there. You just need to get here. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.” You nodded your head, trying to convince yourself. “I can. I’ll leave as soon as you send me those coordinates.”

“Of course. Call us again if you have trouble.”

“Thank you.”

The call ended and you threw back the remainder of the drink before rushing for the door. It would take fifteen minutes to get to the tarmac and you assumed you’d get the coordinates by then to use. The crowded Tatooine streets made you anxious. Shoulders clipped into yours as people rushed past you in the opposite direction. It felt like there were eyes burning into your skin, but every scan of the crowd told you it had to just be your paranoia. 

Your communicator beeped again and a quick glance down revealed the coordinates you’d be heading to. Good. You quickened your pace to turn a corner to the last leg of the path that would take you to the public tarmac when you spotted him. A flash of glinting silver under the hot Tatooine suns. Your feet came to a screeching halt, and for a moment the two of you stood stock still. Din was down the road. Closer to the tarmac’s entrance than to you. His hands rested on his hips, and he was helmetless. Even from this distance the darkness swimming in his brown eyes sent a chill down your spine. He had been a sight to behold in his full armor, a faceless figure of intimidation. However, you knew now that it was worse without the helmet. Actually seeing those burning eyes, rather than just feel them, made your stomach flip.

The crowd ebbed and flowed, a small group passing between the two of you, and when they passed fully Din was gone. You couldn’t see him. Without a second more of hesitation, you spun on your heel and sprinted in the opposite direction of where he had been standing. The public tarmac was a bust. You’d never be able to successfully route yourself back around, but you still needed a ship.

Peli’s shop. As soon as it came to mind, you altered course to head in that direction. You prayed that Peli wasn’t home. Hopefully she’d be out losing credits to a group of jawas in sabbac or conning some poor sap at the market. Your chest burned in the effort it took to keep your quick pace, your heart pounded painfully, and you could still feel Din’s eyes on you. Every time you glanced over your shoulder or down alleys there was no sign of silver, but you knew⏤ you just knew⏤ that he was hot on your heels somehow. 

You finally reached Peli’s shop and the garage was closed which meant she was not home, but you remembered the way in through the back. Peli had shown it to you and Din ages ago. Even if she didn’t have a client’s ship sitting in the bay, you could steal her land speeder and come up with a different plan from there. Once in, your eyes landed on a small ship parked in the main bay and your lips curled up into a relieved smile. Find the FOB, get the ship open and started. You rushed to Peli’s office and cursed the wrecked state it was in. Her baseline was chaotic and it showed in her organization choices. You dug through the mess until you found a FOB that seemed to match the ship waiting for you.

Victorious, you sprinted out of the office back down to the bay, but the second your feet stepped into the open area something hard slammed into you. The air was knocked from your lungs as you landed on the ground. Din’s features stared down at you as his body straddled yours. One of his gloved hands pinned down your dominant hand while the other clamped down on your throat⏤ not enough to restrict air, but just enough to convey his warning. You could see your fearful eyes reflected in the beskar covering him as he towered over you. Din’s face didn’t look angry or worried. He didn’t look scared or confused. Din looked cold. Emotionless. Somehow that was worse.

“Din⏤”

“Don’t.” Din said sharply. The fingers on your neck flexed once. “Don’t speak, cyar’ika.”

More suffocating than his demeanor and broad figure was the poisonous energy seeping out of the saber hung on his belt. You were drowning in it, struggling to keep your head above it’s dark waters, and Din was pushing you beneath the waves. He held you under. Din was a man drowning and in your attempt to rescue him he was dragging you to the depths as well. 

“How could you do this to me?” Din asked. His voice cracked⏤ the only sign of his pain. “Cyar’ika, you…” Din swallowed. A flash of heartbreak filled his expressive brown eyes and the degree of his hurt briefly made you feel guilty. Like you had been the one to betray him. “I love you. You are my everything. I would burn the world for you. How could⏤ How could you leave?”

“I never asked for you to burn the world for me, Din.” You whispered. “That’s not what I want.”

Din shifted and leaned down so he could rest his forehead against yours. His hand hung loosely around your throat, forearm pressed against your chest, and it was a position your body was familiar with. If you closed your eyes and gave into the darkness trying to claw its way down your throat and into your lungs, then you’d simply feel like you were sharing a private moment of intimacy with your love. Din’s lips suddenly ghosted against yours and you felt your body tremble.

“What is it you want?” Din begged. “I will give you anything. I just want you safe by my side.”

“I told you what I want, Din…”

Din sighed, his hot breath fanning across your lower face, “I can’t do that.” His voice was strained as if her were in agony. “The saber is how I protect you, cyar’ika.”

“You’re losing me because of that saber, baby.”

For the longest moment, Din remained silent. His eyes were closed and you could see him ruminating over something. After a second, he opened his eyes and Din’s eyebrows furrowed in defeat. A flicker of hope burned in your chest until he opened his mouth and spoke. 

“Things were okay. We just need to start from scratch again. I know you hated that chain, cyar’ika, but it’s for the best.” Din said softly and your eyes widened at how serious his words were. How much he believed that to truly be the best path. “It won’t be forever, I swear it. Just until I trust you again.”

“Din⏤”

“No.” Din snapped. His soft despair turning to a firm demand. “There will be no argument. I’m taking you home.” You opened your mouth once more, but Din’s fingers began to tighten around your throat marginally. “You’re already in trouble, cyar’ika. Don’t make it worse.”

Panic began to make your heart race. You were sinking fast and the light was beginning to disappear from your sight⏤ your freedom with it. In a poor attempt at a final chance of survival, you spoke up despite his order to stay silent. “I just wanted to say sorry.”

Din scoffed. “You understand why I find it hard to believe you.”

“I know.” You nodded. “Please, baby. I’m sorry. Please believe me. You know I love you.”

You could feel Din’s thumb around your neck tracing the skin under it as he stared down at you. He took in a deep breath and leaned in to press his forehead against yours once more. Din brushed his lips lightly against yours. “You’re always so pretty when you beg, cyar’ika.” That was the one thing you had working in your favor. Din always had a hard time telling you ‘no’ when your bodies were folded together like this. “I’ll hear you out, but let’s get to our ship first.”

“Why not now? Let me tell you how sorry I am, Din.” You begged and he let out a soft sigh as his eyes closed. Your eyes darted to the saber on his belt. If you ended up back on Mandalore it would be over. There would be no second chance. Determined, you rolled your hips up and just as you suspected you were met with the firmness of his half hard cock. Din groaned. “Let me show you how sorry I am.” Your non-dominant hand had been clutching at the hand he had at your throat, but you very slowly let it travel up his arm to bury in his soft hair. “Please, baby.”

You tilted your head up as much as you could with Din’s hand clamped around your neck. Carefully, in fear that too quick or sudden a movement would break the spell, you began to pull Din down closer. Din hesitated against the slight force of your hand only for a second before he slotted his lips against yours. As always, Din’s touch set you aflame. He released the wrist he had pinned and hooked that hand under your thigh to spread your legs so he could settle between them rather than straddle you. You should be focused on escape alone, but the taste of him made you hungry for more. You weren’t sure how much was your love for Din and how much was the saber twisting it into something recognizable. 

Din’s teeth caught your lower lip, and he pulled back a breath, “You’re supposed to be showing me how sorry you are, cyar’ika.” He leaned back down to lick into your mouth, his kiss crushing and near painful as Din’s hips pressed firmly against yours. He left his lips close enough that you felt every word he spoke. “Yet here I am…” Din gave a sharp thrust and even with layers of clothes between the two of you he was able to snap the bulge of his erection right where your clit was hidden. You gasped at the pleasure that rocketed up your spine as hot pangs arousal pooled in your lower belly. “...doing all the damn work.”

At his words, you closed the space to press your lips against his again, deepening the kiss, as your hands traveled to his belt. You undid his belt with practiced ease, and while one hand slipped under the waistband of his flight suit to find the base of his cock the other went to grasp the saber.

Your fingers brushed against the thrumming metal of the saber for only a second before Din’s hand slapped on top of yours pinning it to the saber. Everything froze. Din and you were both panting, breathless from your kiss. You had one hand stuffed into his pants with your hand pressed against his skin on the space above the base of his cock and the other on the saber. Din had one hand tightening around your neck while his other crushed your fingers against the darksaber. He chuckled and the sound sent chills throughout your body.

“Let go, Cyar’ika.” Din’s voice was gruff and seemed to rumble out from his chest. You began to try and pull both hands back, but Din grunted. “Not both. Just the saber.” You sucked in a sharp breath and remained frozen. “What? You don’t want to finish what you started?” He shoved one hand down his pants to roughly grab yours and force your hand to wrap around the entirety of his throbbing cock. It was like this tense moment was spurning him onwards⏤ filling him with a thrill you had never seen before. “I thought you were sorry.”

You hated how his words made your own core ache with want. 

Din snapped the saber off his belt tossed it off to the side. Too far for you too reach, but close enough that its influence weighed heavy on you still. He did the same to your own weapon which was hooked in its usual place on your belt. Din threw that one further, more carelessly, before lowering his face back down toward yours. His hand was still wrapped around yours, and Din thrusted into your dry grip. It couldn't be comfortable you thought, but Din moaned in your ear as if it were already drunk in pleasure.

“Din…” You murmured.

His hot mouth enveloped yours, tongue licking into you, as he thrusted twice more. Din’s teeth caught your lower lip again, but this time he bit down hard enough that the taste of metallic blood flashed across your taste buds. You yelped, he thrusted into your grip, and then Din pulled back just enough that you could see his lips painted with the red of your own blood.

“Are you going to make me take you?” He asked in a harsh whisper. “Or will you come willingly?” Din pressed his bloodstained lips against the side of your face, dragging, and you shuddered as a cold, but tempting, chill filled your body. “I’ll spend eternity chasing you, cyar’ika, but it will be more enjoyable if you just agree to be mine again.”

His lips found yours once more, and for one second you weren’t in your body. Your mind clouded with a sort of vision. You saw Din sitting on Mandalore’s throne splattered with blood he had drawn from others and his features masked in a cold indifference. The saber was not on his belt, but any confusion you had on it’s location faded as a different version of you came into view. She wore an elegant and revealing gown that was as dark as a starless night, and the inactive saber was held tight in her grip as blood covered her hands and left a trail of red petals as she passed. While Din’s face held a cold indifference this version of you looked feral with enjoyment. 

She settled herself on Din’s lap and the mask he wore cracked to reveal adoration as he stared up at this other you in awe. Without wasting a beat, this unrecognizable version of yourself pulled Din into a firm kiss. The blood on the hands that resembled yours smeared against his stainless beskar, and the blood on his face left smears along features you spent your entire life staring at in a mirror. Suddenly, the other you broke away to turn and it seemed she was glaring directly at you.

The saber in her hand activated and burned with a soul sucking energy that seemed to draw you in.

“Be mine.” Din’s voice snapped you back into the moment. “Be my queen, cyar’ika. I want no else.” He pressed his lips to yours again but in a way that was too soft to match the rest of this situation. The tip of his tongue dragged through the torn tissue of your lower lip and you shivered. “Let me protect you as you rule by my side.”

And you wanted it. It was like your body had finally reached the lowest depths and your lungs were filling with the dark water you were drowning in. It was almost peaceful allowing yourself to settle into the cold⏤ allowing it to swallow you whole. Distantly, you could feel the crystal in your lightsaber desperately calling out to you, but you were certain no light could reach you where you were. Cold turned to pleasure as Din’s hands began to map the familiar planes of your body. 

“I’ve always been yours.” You whispered. Din molded his lips to yours and he pulled your hand out from where it was hidden under his waistband so he could have to room and access to begin frantically undoing your own belt. You lifted your hips so he could tug your pants down past your ass and off entirely. He didn’t bother with his own pants, deciding to just tug them down enough to be useful, and  Din settled between your legs. As he worked himself out of his pants he planted his lips against the hollow of your neck.

You tilted your chin up, panting, as you gave him more room to work his tongue against the skin there. Every atom of your being was throbbing and aching for the man on top of you, but briefly a glimmer of pain lanced through your heart. A reminder. You thought you were too deep in for the light to reach you, but your lightsaber’s call managed one faint echo. A weak lifeline back to the surface. Without thinking, your hand reached reached out to where the sabers were cast aside and for the first time in your life you felt the Force do more than just read an energy. It enveloped the space around you and seconds later something firm was in the palm of your hand.

You cried out, managing to roll Din and yourself over so you now straddled him. The saber activated in your hand and rather than the warm familiar glow you wanted, you were greeted by the soul sucking, burning energy of the darksaber lighting up in your hands. Your eyes widened in alarm. The power that washed over you was overwhelming. It rocketed up your arm and pierced your very soul. Din laid on the ground under you as you stared at the cold glow of the saber burning in your hands, and you heard him begin to laugh in amusement. 

“Maker, you’ve never looked prettier, cyar’ika.” Din grinned⏤ the look in his dark eyes was wild with desire. “How does it feel?”

Your skin was crawling as if someone was holding a live wire to it. A tremor shook your body as your lips began to twitch up in raw pleasure. This felt wonderful. You had never felt more powerful and strong. It filled you with so much confidence that you didn’t even mind the bloodlust that came with it. Slowly, you lowered the saber so it was hovered over Din’s throat. He didn’t flinch or blink. In fact, as your free hand grasped the hair on top of his head roughly you felt his cock twitch under you. 

You gave his hair a slight tug, lifting his chin to tilt up, and Din chuckled, “Do you want me, Cyar’ika?”

“What I want,” You smirked and leaned down so even you could feel the heat radiating from the darksaber’s cold burning against your own skin, “is for you to open your mouth, baby.” Din did so without hesitation and you spat between his open lips possessively. Another tug on his dark locks and your love closed his mouth to swallow. “My King. So good for me.”

You shifted your hands so they were planted on either side of Din’s head. The saber rested on the dirt floor of Peli’s garage⏤ dangerously close to your lover. Din didn’t seem to mind in the slightest as his hands grasped your hips tightly. He lifted a knee to shove you closer to him while also lifting you up. You followed the momentum, letting your hips hover over him so he could work your underwear aside, and you slammed your lips against his. The kiss was rough. A clash of teeth and a fight for dominance. You felt the tip of his cock prod against your clit and you gasped. Din used it as a way to take control of the kiss. His tongue shoving into your mouth and keeping your own confined. Before you could regain the slight upper hand you lost, Din dragged his tip through your slick then roughly yanked your hips down onto him. You cried out as you felt his entire length stretch and fill you. 

The entire time that you and Din got lost in one another, the darksaber burned brightly only inches away. Din fucked up into you brutally as you chased that carnal release in the shadows cast from the saber’s cold flame. The darksaber sung in victory, content and prideful, as the lightsaber left inactive in the dirt a few feet away screamed in mourning. If you focused your attention you’d be able to hear both, but currently the only sound you could focus on was the way your cries of pleasure mingled with Din’s grunts of fulfillment. 

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[six months later]

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You straddled Din’s lap, your thighs poking out from the slits alongside your dark gown, and as Din barked out in Mando’a to the crowd at your back you continued to pepper the skin of his neck with soft kisses. There was a pause in your King’s lecture and you let your teeth drag against the tight tendon under his skin before licking up to press another kiss behind his ear. Din trembled under your touch and you chuckled against him.

“Please! I’m sorry. Ni ceta!” A man was begging and the shakiness of his voice told you he was probably crying as well. “I came to Mandalore with only good intentions, your highness. Peace. I never meant⏤”

You leaned back, peeling yourself away from Din, and sighed. “Baby, can we be done with this?” Din focused his loving gaze on you as he offered you a soft and kind smile. Din cupped your jawline and let his thumb trace the shape of your lower lip. You gave him a small pout. “Please?”

“How could I ever deny you, my Queen?” Din chuckled and you could feel the rumble of his chest under the beskar. He pulled you in for a quick, but tender kiss. “Go ahead.”

You beamed at him and felt him use his other hand to squeeze your ass as you rose from the throne and his lap. You spun on your heel and stared out at the crowd before you. Loyal Mandalorians stood at the ready, eager to serve their Manda’lor, and a stranger cowered on his knees begging. An older man who came to Mandalore with a peace treaty from another world in the same corner of the galaxy as the world you ruled with your love. You held a hand back toward Din without looking, and you felt him slid the familiar metal of your shared weapon into your grip.

The man began to cry harder as you skillfully activated the saber⏤ spinning it twice in your hands with the muscle memory of a once renowned Jedi. You and Din had gotten a taste of power, of ruling, and you both began to wonder: Why stop at Mandalore?

With a steady swing, you cut the man down and watched his body crumble down the steps. There was no room for peace. With the saber at your side, you and Din planned to take and conquer as your hearts desired. 

After all, who could possibly stand in the way of the ruthless Mand’alor and his bloodthirsty, once Jedi trained Queen?

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[here is the happy end]

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Cave - The Mandalorian (angst/fluff)

Enjoy my loves. xxx

Ni ceta = sorry, in a deeper meaning 

“You’ll take him and get him to safety, do you hear me Din?”, (y/n) breathed out, she kept on pressing her hand against the heavily bleeding wound in her abdomen, a groan made it past her lips, her vision was getting blurry, her head was spinning. “I’m not leaving you.”, the Mandalorian grasped her hand, a few tears were falling from her eyes, (y/n) smiled up at him.

“You have to. I love you Din, promise me, that you’ll take care of him”, she whispered, it felt good to finally say it out loud, after keeping her feelings for him hidden away for way too long. “I love you too.”, he placed his forehead against hers, wiping away her tears, “Ni ceta”, the Mandalorian shot her one last glance, tears were leaving traces down his hidden features, his heart was shattering into pieces, parting ways with her had always hurt, but this went deeper, Mando knew, that he’d probably never see her again. 

He had the child tugged away in his arms, made it out of the cave and jogged straight towards the Razor Crest, not looking back, he couldn’t think about her, otherwise he’d turn his back on the child and go back to her, die side by side with the love of his life. But the Mandalorian had made a promise to her, a promise he intended to keep, something that would keep him going, would keep him moving forward, without losing his focus. 

Unknown to him, (y/n) was still very much alive and breathing, her breath hitched in her chest, making her groan, “why does it always have to be you, huh?”, Caras voice hallowed through the dark cave, she kneeled down next to her, moved (y/n)s hand away and inspected the wound. “Where’s Mando?”, she whispered, wrapping a fabric tightly around the bleeding skin, making (y/n) hiss, “he had to save the child, I couldn’t let him stay with me. What are you doing here, Cara?”. 

Din couldn’t keep himself focused, his mind would wander back to her trembling frame, before he could think twice, the Mandalorian turned his ship around and made his way back to the cave. He held the child safely by his side, carefully making his way towards her, knowing that he’d probably find her dead, not breathing any longer, but as his eyes found an empty cave, he froze on the spot. “(Y/n)?”, he called out her name, the child cooed at him, watching him with big eyes, probably searching for his so called ‘mother’ as well. 

A few miles away from the cave, (y/n) was laying on a table, eyes closed, trying to keep herself from screaming as Cara fumbled around with her wound, trying to locate the bullet, that was getting swallowed by her muscles. “Stop moving around that much.”, Cara murmured through her teeth, eyes focused on her whimpering friend, her hands were bloody, trying to keep (y/n) pressed against the tabletop. “Do you think, I’ll ever find him again?”, (y/n) whispered, a tear made it past her closed eyes, dropping down onto the wooden table. 

The child kept on moving around in his embrace, almost as if it was trying to keep the Mandalorian from leaving the planet, it kept on cooing. “What is it?”, he grasped the child, finding its bigs eyes, “what are you trying to tell me?”, his robotic voice made the child coo once again. Din began to walk away from ship, past the cave, towards a small village, an uneasy feeling was settling in his abdomen, something seemed off. 

“Finally.”, Cara whispered, eyes focused on the bullet in her hands, she began to sew her friends skin together, patting her skin as she finished her job. “You should be fine in a couple of days.”, Cara put away the bloody towel, freezing as somebody knocked on her door, “Cara?”, the all too familiar robotic voice hallowed through Caras small house, making (y/n) rise from the table. “Don’t you dare.”, Cara pointed towards the table, her friend groaned and placed herself onto the wood once again. 

He strode past Cara, giving the child to her, eyes finding her (y/e/c) ones, the Mandalorian grasped the sides of her face, searching her features, she could only imagine his frantic eyes behind his mask. “You’re alive.”, he mumbled, “alright lovebirds, (y/n) needs her rest”, Cara interrupted their little moment, her eyes were glistering, secretly admiring the two. She allowed the two to sleep in her guest room, Cara would take care of the child for the night, giving the two some kind of privacy. 

Din carried (y/n) to the room, careful not to hurt her, her head was pushed against his armored chest, “thank you”, she whispered as he placed her down on the bed. He turned off the light, took off his armor in the dark and crawled underneath the covers, (y/n) placed her head on his chest, she could listen to his rapid heartbeat, his scent engulfed her, Din managed to calm her down, to take away her pain. 

He ran his fingers across her cheek, tracing her skin, (y/n) lifted her head off his chest, she turned her face towards his, hating that she couldn’t see his face, he’d probably be the most handsome man she had ever seen. Her hand found his cheek, she began to explore his face with her fingers, trying to picture his features in her mind, he wasn’t moving, the Mandalorian tried to ignore the fluttering of his heart, tried to keep himself focused on her. 

“Kiss me”, (y/n) whispered, her eyes were closed, she was holding her breath, scared that he’d laugh about her or make fun of- a pair of soft lips suddenly found hers, all worries seemed to leave her mind as Din began to move his lips against hers. (Y/n) moved one hand up to his hair, hissing as her wound began to sting, “did I hurt you? Are you alright?”, panic was clear in his voice, she giggled against his lips and kissed him again, silencing his rambling. 

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Beachbabey’s Misc Fic Rec.

Updated: 22/04/22

Mature (smut/horror, triggering) - (M) | Fluff (F) | AU - AU | Angst - (A) |  Hurt/Comfort - (H/C)

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Devotion by @laters-gators (Steven Grant) (F) (M)

Steven Grant Cuddling Headcanons by @bowieandqueen11 (Steven Grant) (pure fluff holy fuck im crying)

Star Wars (Poe Dameron)

Sawbones by @agntofhydra (Poe Dameron) (Soulmate!AU) (A) (F) (M)

Soothing Touch by @spector-marc c (Poe Dameron) (M)

Invisible by @writefightandflightclub (Finn/Poe/Reader) (Poly!AU)

Inside Llewyn Davis (Llewyn Davis)

Quite the pickle by @aellynera (Llewyn Davis) (F)

Bootlegger by @madswritingvoid (Llewyn Davis) (F)

General Masterlists/Misc

anything by @budcooper

anything by @writefightandflightclub (Captain of the team is in my head 24/7)

anything by @spider-starry

anything by @pintsizemama

Oscar Isaac characters - tummy kisses by @anetteaneta

Mornings by @dameronology (Star Wars)

anything by @wyn-n-tonic i

Pedro Pascal

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Naked by @missdictatorme (Din Djarin) (A) (F)

anything by @wyn-n-tonic

I See You by @writefightandflightclub (Din Djarin) (H/C) (F) (A) 

Bautiful by @oliviajdjarin (Din Djarin) (F)

Breathe by @oliviajdjarin (Din Djarin) (H/C) (F) (A) 

Said and Done by @dindjarindiaries (Din Djarin) (F) (M)

Ni Ceta Par Gar (I Kneel For You) by @dindjarindiaries (Din Djarin) (F) (M)

Helmet Hair by @lowlights (Din Djarin) (F) (M)

Haircuts by @hdlynnslibrary (Din Djarin) (F)

"Why'd You Stop" by @letterfromvienna (Din Djarin) (F)

Kair'ta by @bee-dameron (Din Djarin) (F) (M) (A)

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales (Triple Frontier)

Feliz Navidad by @pintsizemama (Frankie Morales/Santiago Garcia) (Poly) (F)

Homecoming by @astroboots (Santiago Garcia/Reader/Frankie Morales) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

Home by @absurdthirst (Santiago Garcia/Reader/Frankie Morales) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

Bloom by @charnelhouse (Santiago Garcia/Reader/Frankie Morales) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

Bill Skarsgård

when the twilight is gone, you come into my heart by @stevesharrlngtons (Henry Deaver/The Kid) (A) (F)

wherever i'm going - i'm taking you with me by @stevesharrlngtons (Roman Godfrey) (A) (F)

anything by @emmyrosee - I've linked their Masterlist for Bill's characters (anything poly?? i'm dead, deceased, i simply shut down ma'am thank you for ur service)

forevermore by @skrsgardspam (Bill) (F) (M)

Sound and Colour by @skarsgard-daydreams (Henry Deaver/The Kid) (F) (A) (H/C)

Willard fluff by @emmyrosee (Willard) (F)

On The Run by @emmyrosee (Merkel) (A) (H/C) (F)

Matthew Gray Gubler

literally anything by @notanotherreidgirl

Little Cherry Book by @fruitoftheweek (Spence) (F) (M) (HOLY FUCK PLEASE READ THIS IM-)

Edge of my seat by @itsnsfwalways (MGG) (M) (F)

Personal Image by @imagining-in-the-margins (Raymond) (H/C) (A) (M)

Little Mix Up by @uselessastheginlasagna (Spencer) (F) (H/C) (A)

plushie talk by @specialagentsergio (Spencer) (F) (H/C)

What Plot?!? by @moon-light-jukebox (Spencer) (M)

Chipped by @writing-in-april (Chip) (F)Satisfaction Guaranteed by @imagining-in-the-margins (Chip) (F) (A) (M)

Daniel Bruhl

Garden of Eden by @bruhlsbees (Alex Kerner) (H/C) (A) (F)

Always and Forever by @creme-bruhlee (Alex Kerner) (H/C) (F) (A) (M)

Lover's Dance by @creme-bruhlee (Andrea Marowski) (H/C) (F)

#pedro pascal #marvel #peter parker x reader #poe dameron x reader #steven grant x reader #oscar isaac #matthew gray gubler

[ct-7386]

Lost and Found pt1

[Here is the second chronological thread! This will have another part (which I will tag accordingly) so keep an eye out for that! I had a lot of fun with this particular thread because it really helped me figure out 86's personality some more - and had the added benefit of letting me rp with the lovely mun of Commander Thire ^^

As always, if I forget any warnings, please let me know!]

Authors: myself and @cc-4477commanderthire Characters: Commander Thire (them); CT-7386, (me) Rating: T TW: depicted depression and anxiety; referenced isolation (self-imposed and imposed by others); referenced assisted suicide

Mando'a Guide: Udesii - take it easy, calm down Ni'ne - [fan-made], sorry (not as intense as n'eparavu takisit or ni ceta) Vor entye - thank you

86 receives a comm in the late afternoon, a few hours before the end of his shift.

CT-7386,

Meet me in my office once your shift is over.

Commander Thire

He swallows nervously and returns his attention to the hallway he’s walking down on his way to the last senator to have requested him for the day. What could his commanding officer want him for? Have I done something wrong?

Finally, when the sun has set and the sky is bright with the traffic and business of a city that never sleeps, 86 trudges back from the Rotunda and through Guard Headquarters. It’s long after most of his vode will have had late-meal, and he can only hope that the commander won’t be too upset about him showing up so late.

86 hesitates in front of Thire’s office door. He reaches up and slips off his bucket - mostly so that he’ll have something in his hands to give him something to fidget with. Then, with a slightly shaky breath, he knocks on the door and steps inside when it opens.

“C-Commander Thire, sir?” he asks, voice quiet to hide how it wants to tremble. “I - I’m sorry it’s s-so late, sir.”

The office is dimly lit, and only the data pads illuminate the commander. Thire looks up from his work and gestures for the trooper to take a seat in front of his chair. "Don‘t worry about it. Have you eaten yet?"

He gets up and walks around the table to switch the overhead light on, "I haven‘t eaten yet, so if you don‘t mind we can have some together."

86 sits, bucket clutched in his lap. “No sir, I haven’t - haven’t eaten yet. My shift only j-just ended.”

Of course, he’s so tense and anxious that he doesn’t know if he can stomach food, even an unappetizing ration bar, but who is he to tell a commander no?

Thire hums softly and places reheated mess food in front of the trooper. He may have planned this and purposely not eaten so far. He sits down behind his own desk, "Do you have a name yet?"

Fox told him about this particular case, but he wants to offer the other some control over the situation by asking a few simple questions.

Suddenly 86 is afraid he knows what this is about. Every moment of the last week runs quickly across his vision like a holofilm, and he sees his confrontation with Cory and his confession to Fox all over again. It sends a dull throb through his skull, and he bites back a wince.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, unable to look up from the food; nausea swims in his gut, though he can’t pinpoint the exact source. “I don’t - I go by my n-number, sir, or 86.”

He takes a breath meant to steady him. “I don’t - I don’t know what the Commander told you,” 86 glances up to check if his suspicions are correct, “but I don’t deserve a name.” Quieter, more to himself, he adds, “It’s not like - like anyone would use it anyway.”

Thire gets up and walks around to 86. He leans against his desk and searches for 86‘ glance, "What Fox told me was that it was our collective failure that we didn‘t realize you were struggling earlier. And he‘s certainly right about that."

Quietly he adds, "Having a name means that you are your own person, 86. A person who has a past, hopes, dreams and fears. It means that you have a personality. That there are things you like and don‘t like. You deserve a name because you are someone. Someone who matters. And that‘s why you get to have a name and choose it for yourself."

It‘s been a while since he told someone that. Thire does feel ashamed that he never properly checked how his men were holding up. He promised himself to be better years ago and he needs to act on it.

He holds his helmet tight to his chest. “I have a - a past, and I have fears, but - th-those are all I have.” Tears begin to burn at the backs of his eyes. “I g-gave up any right to anything - anything else when I decided it was alright to kill my kih’vode re-regardless of our circumstances.”

86’s voice hardens slightly, and he meets Thire’s gaze. “And - And whatever Fox may say, wh-whatever you believe, the situation I’m in is - is my fault. My choices led me here, and I was prepared to face - face the consequences of those choices when I m-made them.”

That burning won’t go away, and it’s getting a little hard to breathe. Kark why is he such a baby?

(He doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince anymore.)

Thire‘s gaze softens, “You are not responsible for your circumstances. And you made a hard choice. That‘s okay, and it happens.”

He uncrosses his arms and lets his hands fall to his sides, palm open, “If you don‘t have dreams now then they‘ll come again, at some point. That doesn‘t rob you of your right to individuality. Your right to be a person.”

He feels bad to throw all of this at 86 at once. 86 is his own person and Thire‘s guilt about something else in the past shouldn‘t play a part in this. Instead he asks softly, “Can I touch you?”

86 thinks of his greenhouse in the lower halls, of the safe place he has been slowly carving out for himself. The need that he has for such a space… could that be classified as a wish? A dream? He doesn’t know. All he does know is that all of his dreams have been - or turned into - nightmares so far.

At Thire’s question, he stiffens slightly. All touch recently has been bad touch, so this good thing catches him off guard - but he nods anyway, hoping none of his thoughts make it onto his face. “Yes,” he adds out loud for good measure.

Thire gently places a hand on 86‘s shoulder and softly pulls him forward. It‘s a light touch but with the clear intent to hold him close. Thire‘s thumb lightly strokes his shoulder in a soothing motion. Softly he says, “Have you talked to a medic yet?”

He feels sorry for the trooper who looks like a loth cat caught in headlights. But they‘ll have to make an effort to reach out to show 86 that he is wanted and there are brothers who care about him specifically.

86 allows himself to be pulled in - and finds himself slumping against Thire’s chest. Tingles arc across his skin from the place Thire’s thumb strokes his shoulder, and tears swell unbidden in his eyes.

He shakes his head and sniffles, though he tries to keep it quiet. “N-No,” he answers shakily without moving. “Not - Not yet. F-Fox suggested - suggested CMO Paws. I think… I’ll go, m-maybe. Th-There’s still all of this going on, and I can’t - I won’t -” 86 shakes his head again and whines a little in frustration, but mostly at all the emotions coursing through him that he doesn’t really understand. He doesn’t know what’s going on, only that he thinks this feels nice, feels warm.

Thire simply wraps his arms around 86 and pulls him close. Quietly he says, "Udesii, vod‘ika. I have you."

Softly he hums a slow melody and gently continues to stroke over 86‘ back. It is physically painful to see his vod‘ika suffer like that.

The increase in physical contact has 86 shuddering and keening desperately. “Ni’ne,” he cries into Thire’s chest, “ni’ne, ni’ne, ni’ne…”

After a few minutes, 86 manages to swallow his sobs, though he’s still shaking, and he doesn’t move to pull away from the embrace. He even reaches up and clutches at the edges of Thire’s armor to ground himself.

“I’m s-sorry,” he sniffles again. “I don’t - I don’t kn-know what’s - what’s wrong.”

Thire holds him even tighter and softly whispers, “There‘s nothing to be sorry for, vod‘ika.”

His heart breaks a little at the sobs and he wonders how long it‘s been since someone held 86 close. He gently rakes his fingers through the trooper's hair and hums comfortingly, “You‘re doing good. I‘m proud of you.”

It‘s not said very loud but Thire means it nevertheless.

86 completely melts, letting himself fall apart in the safety of a vod’s embrace. Thire is proud of him? The idea of it, the emotion that comes with it, is unfamiliar. He has always been the ori’vod; he doesn’t know how to handle this shift in his self-perceived place in the world. But for some reason, it soothes just a few of his jagged edges.

Eventually, his sobs ease into nothing more than an occasional hitch in his breathing; he’s practically asleep, Thire’s fingers in his hair relaxing him more than he’s been in years, and his chest fills with warmth every time the commander carefully avoids the transmitters of his implants. He’s being cared for, not rejected - like a proper vod, by a vod. 86’ next inhale hitches just slightly, but he has no more tears to cry.

Still boneless against his superior, 86 manages to mumble, “What - What did you wanna s-see me for, sir?”

Thire takes a moment to consider the situation before softly saying, “I wanted to talk to you and check in on you.” He was worried about 86 giving up entirely and ending it but he won‘t tell him that. No need to give the other ideas or the false impression that he needs to be on the brink of eating his gun for someone to care.

So, he softly adds, “A squad should be a family and yours doesn‘t offer you that sort of environment. I wanted to tell you that you can have family wherever, it‘s not limited to the people you work with. You can pick your own friends and family and…” Thire smiles down at 86, “I would very much like to be part of that. But it‘s your choice, vod‘ika. Pick people that make you feel saved and loved, because that‘s what you deserve.”

He moves down so that they are face to face and leans into a soft keldabe, “And I promise, these people exist. You just have to look for them and allow them to love you.”

86 presses into the keldabe, eyes scrunched shut and face screwed up to fight the dry burning in his eyes; he wants to cry, but he’s exhausted himself.

His breath hitches, chest tightening. “My squad - I f-failed them. I can n-never make it to pat-trol with them, I h-hardly eat with th-them… How can they - they not dist-trust me? Th-They even requested an - an extra vod to t-take my place, and they got him, howe-ever they pulled th-that off; I'm - I'm only part of Vada Squad on paper." 86 is confused. Doesn't Thire know that? Isn't it the commander who approves squad formations?”

“My - M-My last family was my b-batch,” he whispers, “and I killed them. Th-They were everything to m-me. We weren’t - We w-were kept separated from the - from the oth-thers, so the six of us… we were all w-we had. For three years n-no one has wanted - wanted to t-talk to the strange vod wh-who showed up out of n-nowhere.”

Somehow, his body manages to produce three more tears to ease the ache in his red and swollen eyes, and he sobs, “Wh-What’s changed? What’s changed?”

Thire looks away for a moment. “I… No one… had realized how alone you were or that you had nobody until it escalated. And that was a terrible mistake, but it doesn‘t mean that it has anything to do with you personally.”

He pulls 86‘ face into his shoulder and quietly says, “I know that this is hard and that it‘s asking a lot. But can you believe me that none of us did it on purpose? Can you give us a second chance to prove that we actually care?”

He knows that that is a lot to ask. But there is no other way to get through this. 86 needs to give his brothers a second chance and try to trust that they genuinely care now. If he doesn‘t at least try, then they have already lost and no chance to fix this and help their vod‘ika.

“I don’t know,” he sobs, holding on tighter. “I don’t know.”

This time 86 tries to pull himself back together, to keep himself coherent and not a blubbering mess. He’s only partially successful.

“I - I know it w-wasn’t on p-purpose, it was m-my fault, and I could - could n-never blame y-you for that.”

86 has a decision to make. Thire has presented him his choices, and now 86 has to decide if he’ll let himself be swallowed by his own darkness, the darkness he fights to keep from his vode, or if he’ll accept the light being offered him.

He thinks of his batch, of what they had all wanted for each other, of the secrets and the dreams they had whispered in the safety of the night cycle. He thinks of his vode, how he wants nothing more than to help them, how he really does care for them even if they don’t reciprocate it. He thinks of himself and how he has fought and struggled to make it this far - and he’s done it on his own. But now… Now there’s a chance for things to change, for him to change.

Fox and Thire believe he’s a person and that he deserves to be loved and cared for. 86 may not believe them, not yet, but… he wants to. He wants to.

In the end, the choice is rather simple. By wanting, 86 knows he is human, and all that’s left is for him to trust Fox and Thire. It’s a tiny step, because he has always trusted his vode (and now he needs to trust them with himself).

“I trust you,” he breathes. “I trust you.”

It’s all he can give right now, but he hopes that Thire will understand - understand that it’s not belief, that it’s not knowing, that 86 is trusting him to see the situation from an outside perspective, that he is trusting Thire with himself.

It’s all he can give.

But he’s always given himself for his brothers.

(Maybe it’s time he trusted them to keep him.)

Thire gently pulls him close and hugs him tightly, “Thank you”, he whispers softly. “This is the greatest gift you can ever give someone.”

He slowly continues to rock 86 back and forth and hums softly to calm the trooper down.

86 continues to hold on tightly, even as he feels himself slowly, slowly start to calm down, breathing evening out and body relaxing until he’s on the edge of sleep. He’s still awake, still aware, but everything feels hazy and distant.

“Vor entye,” he murmurs into Thire’s shoulder.

Thire lets his vod’ika sleep in his arms despite it being rather uncomfortable. He moves them to the floor and hugs 86 close. Slowly, he feels himself drift off to sleep.

#Wren pt2.1 #cgrp oneshots #[except it's a twoshot technically now] #rp #sw ocs #coruscant guard #commander thire #ct-7386 #Lost and Found #swtcw #roleplay

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

I have a silly Napoleon ask for you: if he suddenly woke up in the present day what do you think he would a)like most about it b) like least about it c)get unreasonably addicted to d)decide to do for a living

hahah I’ve answered a similar one before here and here. 

Most Like About It: A lot, I think. Central heating. Guys, he’d fucking love central heating.

In general, he’d love most technological advances. Cars, planes, trains etc. like he’d be very into that. “Bertrand we’re going to ride the TGV all day every day. Look at how fast we are going! This is genius.” 

“Bertrand WE ARE IN THE SKY. This is AMAZING. We are going from Paris to Rome in a matter of HOURS. HOURS BERTRAND. WE DON’T HAVE TO CROSS MOUNTAINS.” (sorry just assuming this is exile Napoleon who woke up in modern day.) 

Public transit in general - the metro, buses - anything that makes life more efficient for people. Dishwasher, washers/dryers, modern electricity, laptops, printers, ball point pens etc. 

I suspect he’d be a big supporter of public health care and all the advances made on vaccines and medicine in general. 100% would hate anti-vaxxers. Pro-modern glasses (he’d get himself a pair asap. Then they’d explain contacts to him and I think he’d be like “WAIT NO, I WANT THOSE.” He would not be into lasik, I suspect). 

Modern hygiene! Razors, tooth brushes, floss, moisturizer - general daily body care he’d probably be keen on. (All that stuff we take for granted.) Though maybe not all of it, he was quite traditional in certain things (his penchant for older fashion, par exemple). Maybe he’d keep the old straight razor shaving approach. But modern dentistry would be a huge improvement and I can’t see him being against it. Especially as someone who had a tooth extracted in the early 19th century. 

‘Oh they give you pain killers now? Fantastic.’ 

‘Sir, we just numb the area where we are doing the work.’ 

‘So it doesn’t impede my awareness? Amazing. Please, fix all my teeth right now.’ 

He’d also support the greater access to education that exists, especially compared to his day. Also, streaming services. He would binge so many things. ‘Bertrand we are watching every thing this very soothing sounding British naturalist made about planet earth. Holy shit look at that they’re under water! They’re at the bottom of the ocean! Bertrand look at this. if only Josephine were here. She’d be so excited.’ 

Pro-zoom/Microsoft teams/facetime etc. 100%. ‘If I had this instead of people relying on my bad handwriting ...’ 

Oh, he’d like the EU as a concept. Except he would be very disappointed that France wasn’t at the helm. I think France’s position globally would disappoint him, overall. But yeah, the broad principles espoused by the concept of the European Union would appeal to him. 

Brexit though. Lol. I think he’d enjoy watching England shoot itself in the foot. But if you asked him for his opinion, as in “do you think the UK should do this” he would answer no. They should remain. 

He would like globalization, trade agreements, things like NAFTA, CETA etc. Supporter of big government. Reduction of religion in public sphere. Though would he be pro-banning visual manifestations of faith? (i.e. Hijab etc.) I don’t know. I doubt it. Simply because he was very focused on religion in government, so if churches aren’t involved in decision making, what citizens get up to on their own is their business (so long as you don’t cause problems). But I don’t know, he might be pro-it, because he was also into assimilation and creating a broad sense of a French culture. I could see him really going either way on it. It’d probably come down to whatever he thought would garner the most public support as a political move (since a lot of his more liberal moves as a leader were tied to understanding that marginalized communities would gun hard for him if he helped them). 

He would be pro-mask wearing for COVID because he wasn’t a fucking idiot and lived in a time when pandemics were still a real going concern. 

He would also probably like how comfortable modern clothing is. I don’t think he’d like how cheap and made-to-wear-out that most brands are, but he’d like the over all philosophy. Like Napoleon would dig t-shirts. Lounge wear. The fact that jeans have some stretch in them. That sort of thing. 

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Least Like: I think he’d be very wary of the internet. For many reasons. For the lack of government control (Napoleon “What is a free press? never heard of her” Bonaparte). But also, because of the misinformation problems. The side effects many of us are now bearing witness to, and experiencing the ramifications of. 

He would dislike the whole fake news nonsense. Oh this man was a master spin-doctor, very good at twisting a narrative around to suit him, but he still did have respect for and a firm belief in basic facts. Especially fake news that usurped the sound advise of scientists and doctors (i.e. COVID nonsense). 

Free press, I think he would be wary of it. Mostly from a government control perspective. Like as a day-to-day citizen, since he wouldn’t be anyone in power in this hypothetical, I think he’d value it. He would do that disassocative thing he did when he talked about things in the abstract. That cold, calculating way he would position himself in a situation and be like “Ah yes, these are the things that need to be tamped down if you want control of a populace as a monarch”. Then he had his more liberal, call-back-to-that-misspent-jacobin-youth moments where his views shifted. 

I suppose it would also depend what age this hypothetical Napoleon is. He softened a lot in retirement exile. Napoleon at the height of his power, thirty-odd years old, different man to fifty year old Napoleon. 

Would not be into women in politics. He’d be like ‘Why is there a woman in charge of Germany? Also what happened to the Habsburgs? Where’s Prussia? Silesia? What the FuCk is happening in the Balkans? I’m very confused about Europe’s current geographic layout. ...Corsica...still doing you, I see.’ 

He’d dislike Trump and his cronies. As I wrote before: “ I think Napoleon would find Trump disgusting on a personal level. Uneducated, incapable of holding a real conversation, gauche, anti-intellectual, anti-fact-based discussion, anti-science, anti-art etc. He’d also feel that Trump is disgracing the position of President and that he is unworthy of leadership. Napoleon would also find Trump physically repulsive as he could be a wee bit shallow in some of his assessments (though, very early modern to 19th century to assume your physical appearance is a manifestation of your interiority).” 

Steve Bannon’s fiddling with finances? Napoleon would find that repulsive. Mitch Mcconnell disgracing his office by fucking around with constitutional loop holes? Napoleon would think it a disgrace. 

He had a lot of respect for America’s experiment with democracy. Like, quite a lot of respect. So I think he’d be vastly disappointed in not only the person occupying the white house, but also a lot of the apathy in voting that is going around. (Yes, this coming from a [mostly] absolutest monarch, too.) But Napoleon valued and respected the notion of civic duty. If you live in a democracy, you have a duty to participate. To opt out is to shirk that duty which he would find insulting and distasteful. Because, I would argue, he was very much a believer in people doing right by their fellow citizens. 

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Get unreasonably addicted to: MODERN BATHS. HE WOULD NEVER LEAVE THE BATHTUB. THEY CAN HAVE JETS AND EVERYTHING BERTRAND THIS IS GREAT. 

Also central heating. Saunas. Jacuzzis. He was like a wee lizard seeking warmth at all times. 

I think he’d be into driving. I don’t know if he would be good at it. Don’t let Napoleon take the wheel, guys. But if someone else was driving he’d be that person “go faster. you’re driving like my grandmother.” And gods, he’d do dumb shit like drive like a maniac around the arc de triumph six times in a row because he’s an adrenaline junkie and a risk-taker (it’s that bored ADD brain of his). The autobahn would be his dream. 

I think he’d be super into epic fantasy series. Like the big sweeping ones like Lord of the Rings. I think less so GRRM because GRRM is unrealistic and Napoleon is pedantic. Especially about politics and war. Exhibit A: consider Napoleon’s very detailed nitpicking of Virgil on his inaccurate rendition of Troy from a military perspective. Therefore, I suspect GRRM’s lack of accuracy in how society works, how war works, how politics works, all the plot holes and illogical character decisions, would drive him up the wall. Napoleon liked Homer because he could tell Homer had been to war. And you can tell Tolkien has been to war. Also LOTR hits all those notes of high-hearted emotion and big sweeping scenes that Napoleon so liked in Ossian and the Illiad etc.

All this to say, overall, as a genre, I think those big, sweeping fantasies with lots of plot, politics, intrigue, soaring battles, great heights of emotion - he’d love that. It would hit all of his buttons for what he liked in fiction. Lots of emotion, lots of action, lots of big scenes, lots of crazy shenanigans. This can also be applied to Sci-fi. I think he’d be a big nerd on that too. But the science would have to make sense. 

I think he’d be into Star Trek, particularly Picard, if only for the philosophical aspects of it. He liked those sorts of questions and hypotheticals. So I think he’d binge all of The Next Generation (among other seasons). 

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Do for a living: Teach? God knows. This is Napoleon from 18-something who just woke up? He could be paid for consultant work for historians and film crews and the like, I guess. Just to tell them how accurate stuff is. Of course, be wary, this is Napoleon I Am A Spin Doctor Bonaparte. 

I think he could lean into writing histories - particularly the classics, early French and European history - that sort of thing, where he already has a strong background in it and it wouldn’t require him basically learning an entirely new trade. Like, will Napoleon ever fully be a natural with computers and cell phones? Probably not. Could he be like your old school Professor emeritus who still churns out papers and does 90% of it the old fashioned by-hand way? Yes. And Napoleon had a bunch of histories planned on St. Helena that he wanted to write, so I think he could do that. 

As this is literally Napoleon Bonaparte he’d get a book deal in seconds. There’d be a bidding war over it. 

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Thank you for the ask! This was very amusing :D 

#napoleon #napoleon was his own shitpost #napoleon bonaparte #napoleonic #napoleon in the modern day #ask #reply #anon

[chokoolattaes]

WEREWOLF ONE.

1. Alpha adalah pemimpin dari sekumpulan werewolf dalam satu Pack. Werewolf yang terpilih menjadi seorang Alpha biasanya sangat kuat dan memiliki jiwa kepemimpinan. Tugas Alpha melindungi dan melakukan yang terbaik bagi rakyatnya. Alpha seorang werewolf hanya memiliki satu pasangan abadi sampai mati. Ia tidak akan bisa memilih pasangannya sendiri kecuali takdir yang sudah diberikan oleh Moon Goddess. Seorang Alpha akan sangat over protective kepada pasangannya ketika pasangannya tersakiti. Alpha juga berkuasa penuh dalam Packnya dan bisa menghukum werewolf lain yang statusnya dibawah sang Alpha. 2. Beta adalah pemimpin kedua setelah Alpha atau second in command. Bahasa mudahnya sih wakil dari Alpha. Ia juga ikut turun tangan mengurusi urusan Pack ketika Alpha sedang sibuk. 3. Gamma adalah pemimpin ketiga atau third in command yang statusnya dibawah Beta. Ia memiliki wewenang untuk melatih werewolf lainnya. 4. Delta dan Ceta kalau ini aku kurang tahu penjelasan dan kedudukan mereka bagaimana. Mungkin tugas mereka hampir sama seperti Gamma tapi status mereka tetap dibawah Gamma. 5. Luna adalah werewolf perempuan yang ditakdirkan untuk Alpha. Ia adalah pasangan abadi sang Alpha. Biasanya kalau Alpha sudah menemukan Lunanya maka ia akan segera menandainya dengan menggigit leher sang gadis, hal ini dilakukan untuk menunjukkan pada werewolf lain bahwa wanita ini sudah ada yang memiliki. 6. Omega adalah werewolf yang statusnya paling rendah diantara serigala yang lain. Biasanya kedudukan mereka sebagai pembantu atau pelayan. 7. Rogue adalah werewolf yang tidak terikat dalam Pack. Artinya mereka serigala liar yang suka menghancurkan Pack-pack kecil. Mereka sangat berbahaya. Tempat tinggalnya di gua atau di hutan-hutan. Biasanya juga mereka menjadi serigala pengintai bila ada yang memintanya. 8. Pack lebih mirip seperti Klan. Satu Pack hanya dipimpin oleh satu Alpha. Besar kecilnya sebuah Pack werewolf ditentukan oleh jumlah anggota mereka, semakin banyak jumlah anggotanya maka semakin kuat juga Pack tersebut. 9. Moon Goddess adalah dewa atau dewi yang menjodohkan werewolf laki-laki dan werewolf perempuan. Bisa juga sebagai dewa pencipta mahluk fiksi seperti werewolf, atau Tuhan lah bagi mereka. 10. Mate adalah pasangan abadi. Seorang werewolf laki-laki ketika menemukan Matenya maka ia akan merasa mabuk berat dan candu dengan mencium bau pasangannya saja, walau dalam jarak beberapa meter jauhnya. Bila seorang werewolf me-reject pasangannya maka ia akan merasakan sakit yang teramat sakit bahkan hidupnya bisa hancur. 11. Schouts itu kayak wariors yg masih junior 12. Hunters itu biasanya yg bertugas pemburu jarak dekat 13. Guards itu biasanya yg ngejagain anggota kerajaan 14. Watcher itu biasanya manusia yang udah dipercaya sama bangsa ww buat urusan di dunia manusia. Jadi dia tau semua tentang werewolf itu tapi bukan bagian dari pack. Semacam asisten pribadi 15. Half quarter, kalau HQ itu manusia yang mempunyai nenek / buyut seorang makhluk supernatural jadi misalnya dia werewolf dia cuman kebagian sedikit kekuatannya misalnya cuman bisa baca pikiran doang / cuman punya penciuman yang tajam. Intinya dia hampir sama kayak manusia. Beda sama half yaa

question listlist 1. kalo luna kan sebutan buat pasangan alpha, kalo beta kebawah nama pasangan apa? 2. Apa delta atau ceta itu literally ada tiap pack? 3. Kalo dh reject bisa penyatuan lagi?? 4. Warewolf hanya memiliki satu mate, lalu bagaimana dgn cerita yg punya dua mate? 5.Menurut cerita YG sering kubaca banyak kayak orang Dari Masa lalunya gitu Jadi penyihir emangnya mereka gk bisa nyium aroma penyihirnya ?! 6. Kalau misalnya ada yang keturunan dewi bulan itu maksudnya apa kak? 7.klo misal werewolf cewe dapet mate manusia gimana? Bisa disatuin gk? 8.Kenapa gamma ceta itu jarang ada di cerita2 padahal kita juga pengen tau gimana kehidupannya mereka. Tapi kebanyakan alpha dan betah doang 9. Mate werewolf ada yang islam ga? 10.Kenapa pemimpin para werewolf disebut Alpha? Darimana asal kata itu? Tolong jelaskan 11.Terus bukannya mate itu udah takdir, bukankah takdir tidak bisa ditolak? Terus kenapa ada reject 12. Kalau werewolf yang keluar dari pack itu langsung di sebut rogue ya? Trus berubah jadi ganas? Jawab : 1. mate, ga ada sebutan Karena ga punya kedudukan. 2. Ada tapi cuma kurang familiar sebutannya. Jadi jarang ada yg masukin Delta, ceta. 3.Bisa kalo yang ngereject udah nerima matenya 4. Menurut aku semakin besar kekuatan warewolf semakin besar pula kesempatan buat dapet 2 mate / lebih. Soalnya mate itu yang bisa mengendalikan kekuatan warewolf supaya tetap stabil jadi kalau mate yg satu ngereject / mati dia bakal dapet yg lain lagi 5. Yang kita tahu werewolf itu penciuman tajam. Jadi  masalah mereka bisa cium aroma penyihir itu atau enggak, biasanya tergantung sama cerita penulisnya. Bisa aja si werewolf udah di mantrain atau apa sebelumnya jadi gk bisa cium. Atau bisa jadi yg bisa cium aroma penyihir hanya werewolf tertentu. Atau si penulis, gk fokus kesitu. Jadi milih karakter werewolf mereka gak bisa nyium aroma penyihir itu. Intinya terganrung penuli aja sih hehehe. Kalo Vero pribadi sih gk bisa nyium banget bagaimanapun mereka juga ciptaan yg diatas pasti ada kekurangnya 6.Dewi bulan kan itu adalah Dewa. Jadi dia bisa melahirkan. Menurut aku, dewa itu adalah manusia yg ditugaskan untuk menjaga sesuatu dan mempunyai kekuatan gitu. Nah Dewi Bulan itu menjaga kaum werewolf. Tapi dewa tetap manusia. Walau dia punya kekuatan. 7. Bisa, karena biasanya sang cewek mengikuti apa yang diinginkan sang laki. Jika sang laki manusia, otomatis dia akan menjadi manusia biasa. Mengikutin kehidupan si cowok. Tapi sang cewek bisa membantu memperpanjang umur sang cwok. Bisa aja sang cowok juga jadi warewolf. Who knows? 8. Aku kurang tau jelas. Mungkin authornya masih kurang tau banget tentang mereka, termasuk aku. Tapi aku berharap kalian yg mau nulis cerita warewolf bisa membuat mereka ada. 9. Nah kan kita tahu di werewolf. Saat mereka pertama ketemu mate itu sudah bisa dikatakan suami istri dan dilakukan dengan penuatuan dan tanda klaim. Nah kita juga kembali ingat ke awal, ini hanya fantasy dan mitos belaka yang melenceng jauh dari agama. Jadi werewolf jarang banget bahkan gak pernah nemuin pasangan islam. Kenapa? sudah melanggar agama. Sebenarnya dalam agama kristen, budha, hindu, katolik itu juga sudah jauh dari aturan agama. Jadi jangan banget kalau kalian mau kepikir bikin cerita dengan sangkutan agama. Itu sama aja kita kayak ngajarin ajaran sesat guys. Ya kalo masih gak paham logika aj. Werewolf mereka ketemu langsung naena, lah agama harus ad segala macam perlakuan, pegang tangan aja sama lawan jenis gk boleh kecuali kalian mau nyeberang baru digandeng (tertawa). Di agama islam bahkan agama lain pasti kita nikah dlu, harus ad pengikatan secara sah dimata agama dan umum. Kalo werewolf jelas mereka juga binatang gak mentingin itu. 10. Kata Alpha berasal dari awalan huruf Yunani. Kenapa pemimpin para wolf disebut dengan Alpha? Karena pemimpin cenderung memiliki hak untuk diutamakan, lebih berani membela pack dan melindungi pack. Jadi, kata Alpha cocok untuk pemimpin kaum serigala maupun werewolf. 11. Bisa aja. Ibaratnya gini, kamu dapet sepatu baru tapi tidak sesuai harapan. Apakah kamu mau make sepatu itu? Pasti kamu beli lagi kan. Otomatis kamu melawan takdir. Sebenarnya nggak ada yg namanya melawan takdir, hanya saja kita mengubah takdir. Begitu juga reject, dia bukan melawan takdir tapi mengubah takdir 12. Ga selalu. Tergantung dikeluarinnya gara2 apa

c; blogger neverland.

[lettersandinkstains]

Vices for the headcanon/drabble thing 🌻

[send me a word for a drabble or headcanon!]

The gods are no different than humans–they all fall to the same issues, the same vices. Whether it’s the same addiction to alcoholism or the same way they, too, wish to escape from whatever monsters lurk in their minds. They, too, lust after people they find attractive, they, too, feel the same wrath.

They all, after all, had been humans at one point or another. Their memories become fuzzier and fuzzier as time goes on–there’s no need for them after awhile.

Azlir wonders why they’re so worshipped–there’s not much that makes them different. Perhaps, it’s their immortality, perhaps it’s their use of magic that goes beyond what anyone is capable of using.

The only one she would consider a god would be Fate–who had created their beautiful world for no reason than they could. For no reason than to love something as Time does not love them back. As Time would rather do as they please, having never been around to meet any of them.

And just like humans, they also fall into the same fits of anger. Ceta, the goddess who once led people to victory, who once brought pride among them all, had decided that wasn’t enough and left. There was something more than the supposed godhood, she had declared.

And Ceta’s vice was love.

And Azlir finds herself jealous of the other, who had willingly left because being one of the most powerful beings wasn’t anything comparable to love. Despite what the consequences could be, despite Imir, despite Azlir herself, protesting her decision–she left. She left for a human who made her laugh, who had beautiful eyes, and spoke so kindly to her. Eteus had thought that maybe it was just a phase and she would return.

Yet, none of them knew what could happen after prolonged exposure for both “god” and human. And that’s the biggest vice of all, she figures. How easily corrupt both can become–the power of a god, the power of…what the humans have. They twist and work and bounce and mix and erupt when mixed together.

And they both become monsters.

#thank you! #farrradays #creative writing #writeblr #letters #so said the king #writers of tumblr #so said the writings #c: azlir #c: ceta #sorta #writers on tumblr

[softasheijis]

Due to request, here are my personal favorite Asheiji fics! This list will continue to be updated with any new works I come across in the future. 

pale blue by ginkohs

(zombie au, angst, h/c, protective!ash, angst with happy ending, multi-chapter, completed, 7k+)

of sugar cookies and chocolate puddings by kybelles

(childhood friends au, fluff, angst, protective!ash, romance, oneshot, 3k+)

In His Eyes by awkwardnarturtle

(photography, fluff, angst, csa/csec trauma, oneshot, 2k+)

Sleepless In New York by Val_Creative

(sickfic, protective!ash, romance, humor, shorter wong pov, pining, oneshot, 1k+)

An Ode to Persephone by equinoctial

(hitman au, romance, sing soo-ling pov, angst with happy ending, drama, protective!ash, multi-chapter, completed, 12k+)

Kintsugi by elena_stidham

(post-canon, graphic csa/csec trauma, recovery, angst, h/c, nsfw, romance, series, completed, 7k+)

a hand to hold by Ceta

(soulmate au, romance, h/c, slow burn, protective!ash, angst, multiple injuries, soulbond, multi-chapter, ongoing, 12k+)

The One With the Zombies by TurnUps

(zombie au, angst, protective!ash, csa/csec trauma, slow burn, smoking, major character death, multi-chapter, completed, 70k+)

Dusk till Dawn by equinoctial

(howl’s moving castle au, romance, adventure, slow burn, fluff, magic, angst with happy ending, multi-chapter, completed, 60k+)

This Quiet Life by elena_stidham

(post-canon, csa/csec trauma, recovery, romance, angst, h/c, multi-chapter, completed, 15k+)

return to the ordinary world by boyghosts

(paranormal au, gol, angst, h/c, romance, grief/mourning, multi-chapter, ongoing, 11k+)

Accord by Wicked_Seraph

(romance, introspection, csa/csec trauma, pining, oneshot, 3k+)

Two Can Play This Game by mara_cas

(misunderstanding, pining, jealousy, minor shoreiji, angst, oneshot, 5k+)

like a light i’m luring you by kybelles

(social media au, celebrity au, romance, pining, fandom discourse, multi-chapter, completed, 33k+)

Steel Magnolias by Bleed_Peroxide

(female!asheiji, lesbian/wlw, romance, fluff, oneshot, 2k+)

Ain’t it like thunder under earth by Snow_Falls

(undercover, fake/pretend relationship, pining, nsfw, oneshot, 11k+)

the beginning, with you by dayishujia

(post-canon, h/c, csa/csec trauma, meeting the parents, fluff, series, 11k+)

Eden’s Apple by Hamliet

(boarding school au, healing, friendship, depression, csa/csec trauma, dino golzine, multi-chapter, completed, 80k+)

a light that never goes out by ADreamingSongBird

(soulmate au, csa/csec trauma, romance, fluff, h/c, angst, soulbond, multi-chapter, ongoing, 30k+)

Almond Milk & Artichokes by i_zu_mo

(humor, supermarket adventures, frederick arthur, oneshot, 1k+)

your hands and mine by czqy

(h/c, angst, fluff, oneshot, 1k+)

For The Better by kinneyb

(highschool au, dino golzine, angst, csa/csec trauma, multi-chapter, ongoing, 10k+)

twenty years old by lunar_peach

(gol au, major character death, angst, did i mention angst, oneshot, 1k+)

higher off the ground by kybelles

(sickfic, fluff, humor, h/c, angst, oneshot, 1k+)

#asheiji #banana fish #ash lynx #eiji okumura #bf #anyway these are all fics i would die for #especially that hitman au #made me cry like a bitch #mine #fic recs