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dreamersscape · 3 years

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In Which I Attempt to Wreak Havoc Upon Panharmonium's Heart. Or Something.

Because I am an awesome friend, clearly, and possibly making people sad/verklempt is definitely an excellent way to (belatedly 😔 but I did start before the 15th!) celebrate Kakashi's birthday, right? ;)

I will admit up front that this is nowhere near as deftly structured and compiled as your Kakashi fanmix, @panharmonium, but that is precisely why I'm not even going to try to organize all these songs into individual playlists. Yet. Plus, I have a tendency to over-explain so this way I can better expound on why certain songs remind me of certain characters. Sorry that I sorta went a little... overboard?

Everything--except a few that aren't available on spotify, I'll link to them directly--can be listened to HERE.

What I'm Looking For - Brendan Benson | Kakashi → I may be a little biased with this one because it fits SO many of my favorite characters so well, somehow, but there's just something about the upbeat/tongue-in-cheek musical cues/delivery of lines such as 'I visit hell on a daily basis, and I see the sadness in all your faces' that just feels so Kakashi to me.

Happy Ending - MIKA | Kakashi → This is presumably a breakup song, but I enjoy it so much more in a non-romantic context (and the song itself isn't really boxed in with overtly romantic framing, so I appreciate that!). Anyway, some very important instructions IMO for listening to this with Kakashi in mind: everything before the bridge is about Kakashi up through his ANBU years, but when you get to the 'little bit of love' refrain, picture Kakashi meeting Tenzo, and then becoming Team 7's sensei, opening back up to Gai, adopting all the other leaf genin, assimilating Sai and Yamato into Team 7, and it keeps building with Kakashi gaining more and more loved ones to fill the hole in his heart, and then cry tears of joy with me! Just my personal suggestion. :D

Light - Sleeping At Last | Kakashi & Team 7 (/all his kids)

with every heartbeat I have left I will defend your every breath

→ I've seen this song used for ship vids and I'm all ????? about that because this is clearly a song about the love you have for your child! But I suppose if one of my favorite pastimes is aggressively re-interpreting love songs in non-romantic ways, I can't begrudge the opposite process... too much, lol.

Heroes - MIKA | Team Minato

your blood on me/and my blood on you/but to make you bleed/the only thing I wouldn't do/.../I wish there was a way/to give you a hand to hold/'cause you don't have to die in your glory/die, to never grow old

Long Lost Friends - Transit | Kakashi & Obito

how long/do you have to say that/this is not the person I used to know/you are not the person I used to know/.../because lately, you've been looking at me like you've seen a ghost/and isn't it obvious who's been missing who the most

→ What the heck! What the heck! What the heck! What the heck! What the heck!

Against the Voices - Switchfoot | Kakashi

'cause everybody knows/the hardest war to fight/is the fight to be yourself/when the voices try to turn you into someone else

Out of the Darkness - Matthew and the Atlas | Obito? Yamato? Kakashi? Itachi & Sasuke? Naruto & Kurama? → I'm a bit undecided about this one, or if I should just not worry about choosing one character and just let myself feel all the "inner darkness is not an innate characteristic, Danzo! They're just grieving/in a lot of pain, and they can find their way out of that dark place!" feels.

Save A Place - 1969 | Kakashi & Sasuke

so I'll keep away and save a place for you/and I'll only make the same mistakes as you/.../when all the blood all over your fingers is dried up/the pain will still linger

→ I'm not uber-confident in picking out really fitting Kakashi & Sasuke songs yet, but I hope this hits a lot of the right notes for you. :)

Thrive - Switchfoot | Kakashi

I'm always close, but I'm never enough/I'm always in line, but I'm never in love/I get so down, but I won't give up/I get so down, but I won't give up

→ See, it says right there that he's never in love! Not the crux of the song, and he's not always 'in line' either, but still! :)

Disarm - The Civil Wars | Kakashi & Obito

the years burn, burn, burn

→ I don't know how I keep collecting fictional relationships that work so well for this song, but literally every single line of this song hits so hard for these two?? Will never recover from this. (Also, I usually disregard when 'my love' pops up in the last line of the chorus, as the mood dictates. :) It's pretty incidental as is IMO.)

Renaissance - Paolo Buonvino & Skin | Sakumo & Obito & Kakashi & Naruto

let me show you one last time/let me show you one last sign/you can find it/I can't say that I can change the world/but if you let me, I can make another world for us/let me suffer all for you/make this vision all brand new/we can fight them/I can't say that I can win it all, [but] come with me and I will make my words stand tall

→ Okay, this is a very odd choice given that it's actually the theme song for a different show about the Italian renaissance (if you happen to see this, Mirjam, don't hate me!), but this could be IT! The "those who break the rules are scum, but those who would abandon their friends are worse than scum" anthem that's all about building a better world based on these principles! I really hope our sharing-a-brain talent translates to listening to this song in this way because I am feeling SOME KIND of way about this!

The Lament of Eustace Scrubb - The Oh Hellos | Kakashi → I really liked the song you chose from this album for your fanmix, so now I've feeling a tiny bit too on-the-nose with my choice, but I guess this is just a Kakashi album all around. 😆

Glass Heart Hymn - Paper Route | Kakashi(+ Obito) & Sasuke(+ Itachi)

memories as heavy as a stone/ I am empty, in my end you are my beginning

This Is Home - Switchfoot | Yamato & Kakashi (+ Team 7)

and now, after all my searching/after all my questions/I'm gonna call it home

→ All finding-where-you-belong songs are actually Yamato songs. True story!

Faust, Midas, & Myself - Switchfoot | Obito

you have one life left to leave/you have one life left to lead

→ Could this be any more perfect for Obito? It even has creepy-old-man!Madara!

Pluto - Sleeping At Last | Kakashi

Always Gold - Radical Face | Kakashi & Obito/Sasuke & Itachi/Naruto & Sasuke

all my life, I've never known where you've been/there were holes in you, the kind that I could not mend/and I heard you say, right when you left that day/does everything go away?/yeah, everything goes away/but I'm going to be here till forever/so just call when you're around

→ ...but mostly Kakashi & Obito because 'there were holes in you' 😭😭😭

Lemon Boy - Cavetown | Yamato & Kakashi → You already know the delights of this song of course, but I gots to be comprehensive. :)

Everywhere I Go - Lissie/cover by Sleeping At Last | Kakashi & Team Minato

danger will follow me now everywhere I go/angels will call on me and take me to my home/well, these tired eyes just want to remain closed

→ I chose the Sleeping At Last cover for maximum angst, 'cause sometimes it be like that.

Uneven Odds - Sleeping At Last | Kakashi

maybe your light is a seed, and the darkness the dirt, in spite of the uneven odds, beauty lifts from the earth

→ ...just like an earth style: mud wall :') Okay, okay, bad jokes aside, the seed metaphor of course makes me want to associate it with Tenzo, but this is clearly a Kakashi song!

Twenty-four - Switchfoot | Kakashi & Obito

life is not what I thought it was twenty-four hours ago/and I'm not who I thought I was twenty-four hours ago/still I'm singing spirit, take me up in arms with you/you're raising the dead in me/I wanna see miracles/to see the world change/wrestled the angel for more than a name/for more than a feeling, for more than a cause/I'm singing spirit, take me up in arms with you/and you're raising the dead in me

I'm Still Here (Jim's Theme) - John Rzeznik | Kakashi

and how can they say I never change?/they're the ones that stay the same/.../they can't tell me who to be/'cause I'm not what they see/.../and their words are just whispers/and lies that I'll never believe

→ Yeah, I might've accidentally imprinted on Treasure Planet as a 14 year old, and then someone made sure this song would forever live in my heart by making a fanvid of it with my favorite character from my robin hood show, but! He's still here!

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Charlie Puth) | Kakashi & Obito/Team Minato

how can we not talk about family when family's all that we got?/everything I went through, you were standing there by my side/and now you gon' be with me for the last ride

→ I am being very unoriginal here, and there are in fact already fanvids made for these relationships set to this song (along with many others featuring different Naruto relationships), but I don't think I'll be able to rest until I translate the movie playing in my head whenever I hear this song now into an actually watchable format. After all, they have come a long way from where they began, and I intend to make that both as touching and ironically hilarious as possible!

Goodnight, Travel Well - The Killers | Kakashi → Admittedly, I got this idea from a magnificently crafted fanvid done for my robin hood show, but I genuinely think it would be really interesting to make something similar for Kakashi centered around the time he technically died but got better? I don't know how to explain it, but I think it fits quite well.

30 Lives - Imagine Dragons | Kakashi & all the people he's loved and lost → can be listened to here.

A Pound of Flesh - Radical Face | Kakashi

then today I wake up feeling easy/and find I'm on more familiar roads/I got a darkness wrapped inside me/but now it ain't so hard to let it go/so keep a candle burning in the window/I'm almost home

Hold Back The River - James Bay | Kakashi & life getting in the way of him being with his precious people (you may be sensing a pattern here) → @the road of life: Let! Kakashi! And his People! Hold! Each! Other!!! Also, 'tried to square not being there, but think that I should have been' is absolutely about Sasuke's defection and Kakashi adding it to his long list of undeserving self-recriminations.

The Fall - Imagine Dragons | Yamato & Kakashi → 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

Shadowman - K's Choice | could work equally well for Kakashi or Obito, I think

any time tomorrow a part of me will die/and a new one will be born/any time tomorrow/I'll get sick of asking why/sick of all the darkness I have worn/any time tomorrow/I will try to do what's right/making sense of all I can/any time tomorrow I'll pretend to see the light/I just might/.../and doesn't it make you sad?/to see so much love denied/see nothing but a shadowman inside

Paint - The Paper Kites | Kakashi & Team 7

still there's a wound and I'm moving slow/though it don't show, though it don't show/I've got a hole where nothing grows,/how little you know, how little you know

→ A song for just how much Team 7 doesn't know about their sensei.

Always Find Me Here - Transit | Kakashi → ...most likely at the memorial stone. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (why am I like this)

Taste - Sleeping At Last | Kakashi

it’s bittersweet, it’s poetry/a careful pruning of my dead leaves/it’s holy ground, a treasure chest/I'm on my knees and only scratch the surface/like fists unraveling, like glass unshattering/we’re breaking all the rules, we’re breaking bread again/we’re swallowing light ’til we’re fixed from the inside

Help - Hurts | Yamato & Kakashi

take my hand and lead the way/out of the darkness and into the light of the day/.../'cause I know what I've been missing/and I know that I should try/but there's hope in this admission/and there's freedom in your eyes/.../I can feel the darkness coming/and I'm afraid of myself/call my name and I'll come running/'cause I just need some help

→ NO ONE TOUCHE ME.

Your Soul - RHODES | A mish-mash of Kakashi & Tenzo and Rin & Obito & Kakashi and Gai & Kakashi vibes? → So like, 'oh you know when you're alone/I'm holding on and on and on and on/to your soul' reminded me of your 'when you're all alone...the only thing you really think about is dying' 'but when there are two of you...the only thing you can think about is surviving.' and now kakashi - who just saved his life - is asking him 'did you want to die' and yamato is saying 'no' there are two of them and yamato wants to SURVIVE. tags as well as Gai's steadfastness as a friend, and 'I just wanna hold your hand' made me think of Rin's "Well then, I'm just going to have to connect the two of you." while holding their hands, and the sunlight/'soul shine'/'your light' motif is just A Lot in this song!!

7 Years - Lukas Graham | Kakashi → Alright, yeah, there are already approximately a gazillion pre-existing Naruto AMVs for this song and even one or two focusing on Kakashi, but they don't capitalize on all the angst possibilities in many of the lyrics or reach the fluff potential of 'will I think the world is cold or will I have a lot of children who can warm me [when I'm old]' and I cannot abide that!

Putting The Dog To Sleep - The Antlers | Kakashi & Sasuke → Okay, on one hand, this song is One Big Oof. But I do like the (potentially odd) way I've conceptualized it for Kakashi & Sasuke? Like, the first half is Kakashi going through all the tragedies in his life and getting lost in ANBU, but then in the second half it transitions to him wanting to prevent Sasuke from having to be as alone as Kakashi once was and they can face life together? It makes me emotional!

Trust Me - The Fray | Kakashi & Obito

I found a friend, or should I say a foe?/said there's a few things you should know/we don't want you to see/we come, and we go/here today, gone tomorrow

→ There are a few lines that call Tenzo & Kakashi to mind, but mostly it's Obito & Kakashi.

The Lightning Strike (What If This Storm Ends?) - Snow Patrol | Kakashi → I had to, right? My mindscape is a little murky/scattered about what specifically I want to think about when I listen to this, but obviously it has to do with Kakashi in one way or another.

Kettering - The Antlers | Team Minato(???) → Honestly not sure if this will make any sense, but yeah, vague team minato vibes?

Swans - Unkle Bob | Kakashi & Obito/Rin/Minato/Kushina/Sakumo → They should be by his side always!!!

Looking Too Closely - Fink | Kakashi → I honestly feel rather ambivalent about this one too, but I can't deny 'truth is like blood underneath your fingernails/and you don't wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself/looking too closely' always destroys me because... well, you know. I love suffering. :(

Souvenirs - Switchfoot | Kakashi & Obito & Rin

wolves - Switchfoot | Kakashi

snowfall for the battlefield/roses for the father's sons/see them red on the ground:/bleeding/when the revolution came/we were more than hungry men/we were hoping for more:/bleeding/end. begin again./all of my world is collision and spin/hope is a world that has yet to begin/awaken, oh sleeper/awaken, oh sleeper/a new day begins

→ I wanted a wolf-related song too. :)

PRODIGAL SOUL - Switchfoot | Obito, Itachi, & Sasuke; just all them wayward Uchiha boys

Coming Down - Dear Euphoria | kid!Kakashi & his relationships

the shell/that I wore/it wasn't for fun/it wasn't to make you/stick around/it was for survival/it was what I've learnt/it was for the sun/.../our love has grown/our love has flown

→ Another one I'm a little unsure of whether it makes sense outside of my head or not, but I like the vibes?

Ghosts That We Knew - Mumford & Sons | Kakashi & Yamato? → Hmm, can I maybe submit this as a Kakashi-&-Yamato-just-need-to-mske-it-through-this-war-so-they-can-have-a-bright-bright-future song?

All Is Well (It's Only Blood) - Radical Face | Kakashi → ...he said as he's bleeding out or after he's thrown himself in the line of fire protecting someone he thinks is a better person than himself...

Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons | Kakashi

when the hour is nigh/and hopelessness is sinking in/and the wolves all cry/to fill the night with hollering/when your eyes are red/and emptiness is all you know/with the darkness fed/I will be your scarecrow/you tell me to hold on/oh, you tell me to hold on/but innocence is gone/and what was right is wrong

→ In a similar vein to the previous song. But goodness gracious! Were they NOT straight up describing Kakashi here?

Amaryllis - Shinedown | Yamato & Kakashi → Just tossing this one out there, not sure if it will make sense or if it's a reach... but I like it?

lost 'cause - Switchfoot | Kakashi & Sasuke

are we a lost cause?/or are we just lost 'cause/we won't be the future we refuse to see?/and if I'm your lost cause/it'll be your lost 'cause/you won't see me as I am, the possibility/that I'm not the enemy

→ 214 feels. (And before and after that, but yeah.)

Through the Ghost - Shinedown | Kakashi & Obito

so many silent sorrows/you never hear from again/and now that you've lost tomorrow/is yesterday still a friend?/.../everything that mattered is just/a city of dust/covering both of us/did you hide yourself away?/I can't see you anymore/.../did you hide yourself away?/are you living through the ghost?/did you finally find a place/above the shadows so the world will never know?/the world will never know you like I do ... like I still do

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men | Kakashi → Just Kakashi having little chats with his ghosts, totally the most heartwarming way to conclude this section. 😅

Sleepyhead - Passion Pit | Kakashi → Just kidding! Here's a slightly less morbid song for the Most Tired Boy Of Them All.™ (Random aside: this was my customary song to listen to on my walks to 8AM organic chemistry classes; I found it strangely soothing! On a different occasion, after a particularly long day for her, one of my roommates didn't have the energy to make it to her bed but nevertheless requested a lullaby from us. So I obliged by playing this song for her, but she didn't seem to gain the same peace of mind from it as I did. 😄 I know it's not my place to propose anything like this, but it does amuse me to imagine bookends!Kakashi in these situations, even though it's not OChem classes he has to go to.)

General/Miscellaneous:

Rise Above It - Switchfoot | Ensemble

don't care what they're telling me/we can be what we want to be/.../just because it's law doesn't mean that it's fair/.../don't believe the system's on your side/.../the curse is spoken/the system's broken; rise above it

→ I mean, how could I not think about Naruto when this song also has the lines 'hear us sing tonight like the last night on earth/we will rise like the tide/like dead men coming back to life/we are rising, rising'? It's fun to be literal sometimes!

Doorways - Radical Face | Allllll the traumatized children → Someone has to put all those tragic childhood flashbacks to good use, after all.

Ghost Towns - Radical Face | take your pick of Itachi, Sasuke, or Post-Kannabi-Bridge!Obito

there's no comin' home/with a name like mine/I still think of you/but everyone knows/yeah everyone knows/if you care, let it go

Blinding Light - Switchfoot | Hey, Hiruzen? You may have coined the phrase, "children are the king" but I don't think you truly understand it... (insert Princess Bride joke here)

hey boy, don't believe them/we're the nation that eats our youth/.../still looking for the blinding light/still looking for the reason why/still looking for the sun to shine/all my life I've been living in the darkest night/still looking for the blinding light/to take me higher and higher

Brother's Blood - Kevin Devine | EVERYONE → ...but certainly so much you could do with Itachi & Sasuke, Obito & Kakashi, Shisui & Itachi, even Hashirama & Madara! Sakumo's teammates turning their backs on him and saying 'I don't know one thing about my brother's blood'?!?! There are SO MANY ideas I have for this song! It gives me chills and makes my brain scream.

We Need Each Other - Sanctus Real | Ensemble → Already mentioned this one to you, but I have to include it here for thoroughness' sake!

Whispering - Alex Clare | the Hidden Leaf's lost/ostracized children/orphans

who will care for the falling?/who will care for the falling leaves?

So this is probably a strange concept to come up with and apply to this song, but the 'whispering, whispering, whispering' parts brought Konaha's virulent gossiping/passing judgement about others and often kids they don't even know problem to mind, too, and yeah?

The World You Want - Switchfoot | Ensemble → If I were to make a fanvid set to this song, I would definitely keep a broad focus, but I can't deny that the lines 'you start to look like what you believe, you float through time like a stream, if the waters of time are made up by you and I, I could change the world for you, you change it for me' FOR SURE has strong Obito & Kakashi/Kakashi & Tenzo vibes.

Red Eyes - Switchfoot | Ensemble, but definitely many dashes of Uchihas 😄 → I would like to thank Masashi Kishimoto for creating a world where red eyes are a Thing of Importance so I can one day make a fanvid using this song in not just the tired or teary bloodshot-red eyes way, but in a very literal sense too.

TAKE MY FIRE - Switchfoot | The Will of Fire → 'Cause I think I'm sooooo clever. 😄

Above The Clouds Of Pompeii - Bear's Den | various parent & child relationships → This obviously derives from the not-caring-about-your-female-characters problem, but it always gets me that all the single parents in the Naruto universe are almost invariably the fathers! I guess sometimes you can safely guess that the mothers are still alive/exist, but either way we hardly ever get to see them. :/ The one exception I can think of right now is Kurenai, but maybe I'm forgetting another conspicuous single mother. Anyway, I don't know if this helps or hinders more a potential Naruto fanvid for this song, but regardless, it still gives me feelings?

Who We Are - Switchfoot | Ensemble → It just makes me inordinately happy that the chorus for this song starts with 'who we are (in the fever of our youth)', you know? :D

Brother - Kodaline | all the friendships we can stuff in here and then some → Quite a well known song I'm pretty sure, but I love how many dynamics one could showcase in a potential fanvid of this. And, not gonna lie, 'oh brother, we go deeper than the ink beneath the skin of our tattoos' deserves to be used in some sort of Tenzo 'n' Kakashi or Team Ro fan creation!

Special Bonus:

Shake It Out - Florence + The Machine | Kakashi & Obito → I'm not sure whether I would have realized how well this works for Kakashi & Obito on my own, funnily enough, but then I found this fanvid of it (containing only scenes you've seen naturally!) and it hit me like a ton of bricks. It's so well done!

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#I do apologize for all the switchfoot/other repeated bands or artists #I wanted this to be really varied but switchfoot just has my number I guess?#I'd like to say I got it all out of my system now since I'll likely have to do a part two at some point #but that's not completely true *rubs back of head sheepishly*#also all the mentions of fanvid creation are just because I've always been a heavily visual learner/how I process stuff #--ironic given my visual disability--#so I suppose when my brain gets attached to something that's in an auditory medium it still has to find a way to add in a visual component?#anyway I hope this 60+ songs behemoth of a playlist is not too overwhelming and that the musical styles are somewhat up your alley!#I swear I'm going to jump back into our Kakashi & Yamato conversations now!#turns out I really suck at multitasking sometimes /0\#kakashi hatake #obito uchiha #team minato #kakashi 'n' obito #kakashi 'n' rin #kakashi 'n' tenzo #gai 'n' kakashi #sakumo hatake #naruto uzumaki #kakashi 'n' sasuke #kakashi 'n' sakumo #kakashi 'n' naruto #kakashi 'n' minato #Itachi 'n' Sasuke #itachi uchiha #itachi 'n' shisui #yamato #tenzo #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 3 years

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Star-Crossed: Bound by Blood

Chapter Three

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Warnings: Canon divergent during Chapter 13 of The Mandalorian, serious pining

A/N: I make this stuff up as I go along, if I screw something Star Wars-y up, apologies in advance, I didn’t do it on purpose, but I’m new to this Fandom. I will be cross posting this story between AO3 and Tumblr except the smutty bits. Those chapters will only be available to registered users on AO3. (I’m trying something new for people who want to read here on Tumblr, but to also avoid the smut for minors controversy. We’ll see how it goes.)

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The trip to Nevarro was hell.

The Razor Crest now smelled like Baast, and after using his soap, their two scents had blended, and Din was going out of his kriffing mind. He'd taken to sleeping in the cockpit, having given up his cot, but it did little good.

It was like the essence of her had invaded every part of his home.

He'd started having dreams. Dreams of a world with sand dunes and plains of long grass, where towering forests of old wood grew and swayed in gentle, fragrant breezes. He dreamed of walking the rock and sand trails of jagged mountains, of climbing steep cliffs to drink from sweet falls that appeared out of the clouds.

And when he reached his destination, a rocky outcropping high above the world, a cat leapt over the rocks to land before him. She was sleek lines and dense muscle, her coat tawny, darkening to black over her muzzle and legs. Long tufts of fur drifted in the wind from the tips of her ears, and green eyes watched him with a thousand years of ancient wisdom.

He knelt before the regal creature and pulled off his helmet. She padded closer, circled him once, sniffed him curiously, and began to purr. The rumble soothed his soul, and Din closed his eyes as her sleek, furry cheek rubbed against his.

"Mine," he whispered as he reached for her, waking himself from the dream every time.

By the time they landed on Nevarro, he was desperate for air that didn't smell like Baast. A few more parsecs, he may have done something stupid.

He met her at the gangway with a heavy cloak. "Put this on, draw the hood, and try to remain inconspicuous."

She arched a brow before handing over Grogu. The kid stuck to her like glue, eager to be at her side whenever he was awake. It was a relief to know someone else was watching him, but at the same time, he missed the kid's continual company.

Baast shrugged into the cloak and pulled the hood over her hair before laying her hand on his arm. "Are you well?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You have been distant."

"Just busy." He held out a silver bar roughly three inches long. "Extendable staff, at least until the Alor can get you those sabres."

She smiled at him, the light just catching her fangs. "Thank you, Mando."

He tilted his head but tugged the hood farther forward. "Let's go."

They'd landed well after dusk, assuring a quiet, uninterrupted trip through the streets. Those that lingered paid them no mind used to seeing the silver beskar of an unpainted Mandalorian.

The bar was fairing better after the fight with Moff Gideon. Walls had been repaired, and the damage painted over.

He walked in and headed straight for the back booth, ignoring the eyes that followed. They knew better than to mess with him, and the music stayed lively.

Karga, however, wasn't alone.

"Karga. Dune," he stated, tossing three pucks on the table.

"Only three, Mando? I sent you out with four," Karga teased. "Did a quarry finally escape the famed Mandalorian?"

"She's dead; body recovery was impossible."

He watched Cara's eyes flick to Baast and down to Grogu, a smile growing as she pushed from the table. "There's the little womp rat!"

Grogu squealed his happiness, but Baast growled.

The low sound set his hair on end, causing Din to step back, between the woman and his clan. "Cara, not now," he said, no explanation, not sure he had one to give.

Baast placed her hand on the back of his neck, a place without beskar but covered by his cowl. Still, he felt it like a live wire jolt.

"Usenye!" Baast growled.

"Udesii," Din murmured, turning just enough to know he meant Baast.

"Whoa, someone's touchy," Cara muttered.

Mando didn't need this right now. The longer he stayed here, the more twitchy he felt, like something beneath his skin was itching to claw its way free. "Karga. If they ask, you tell them she's dead."

The man stared at him a long moment, assessing, processing before he gave a short nod. "I will log the information myself." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an ingot of beskar. "For your trouble and the three on your ship."

"Where did you get that?" Din asked, picking up the ingot.

"Took it off some Imps after that last clean up." A second pile of credits, smaller than it should be, landed next. "Consider us even."

"Done," he agreed, hyper-aware of Baast's hand still light against his neck.

"And congratulations, Mando. It isn't every day a Mandalorian takes a riduur."

He felt Baast's fingers twitch but didn't correct Karga's assumption.

"You got married!" Cara gasped, loud enough to cause the bar to pause and look their way.

One long stare over his shoulder had them minding their business again.

"Baast'mal. Cara Dune, former shock trooper, now Marshal for the New Republic. Greef Karga, head of the Bounty Hunters Guild, and Magistrate of Nevarro."

"A pleasure," Karga grinned. "Is it true wives put off their armour when they decide to have little warriors?"

Baast snorted. "Di'kutla. Anade knows gar ke barjurir gar'ade, jagyc'ade kot'la a dalyc'ade kotla'shya."

Din couldn't help but chuckle. "She says, foolish. Everyone knows you train your sons to be strong, but your daughters to be stronger. My woman is all warrior."

The words slipped out, and he couldn't bite them back. Baast's hand dropped from his nape, but only to lower and slide in at his waist, sneak past layers of beskar and again find flesh barely covered. She pressed closer, a low rumble vibrating between them, and Din felt approval wash from her like a wave.

"Ibic taap, Ni cuy' bat Kyr'nakil," she murmured, low enough only Din heard, informing him she didn't like it there.

He looked down at her, into the deep shadows of her hood as she clutched Grogu to her and found her eyes. This place had her on edge. With her Force sensitivity, he believed her, but he wanted to know why. "Tion'jor?"

"Too many bad feelings," she whispered. "There are hunters, many of them."

He gave a small tilt of his head. "Vaabir val olaror par gar?" he asked, wondering if they came for her.

A slight negative shake. "For news of the child."

Din was instantly enraged and leaned over the table toward Karga. "You're taking a bounty on the kid again?"

"What? No! Of course not!" the man cried in outrage.

"Mando." Cara laid her hand over his. "He hasn't, I swear."

Baast growled, causing Din to move his hand out from under Cara’s and block Baast in the same action. "There are hunters here for news of the kid. Get your cargo off my ship so we can leave." He swiped the credits off the table and turned to go, Karga already barking orders.

Din wasn't surprised when Baast's fingers snuck to the crook of his elbow. Or, he wasn't as surprised as he should be. A riduur walked where her mate could protect them and any children they might have. Her position kept her secure against him while hiding them behind a wall of beskar and weapons, handled by a highly dangerous predator.

"Mando, wait," Cara said, blocking their path. "Come to my place. You can rest, eat, and I can see the kid. I missed him."

Baast's fingers twitched.

"Cara," he hesitated.

"Please. We're friends. Let a friend toast your good fortune."

Another low warning growl rippled from Baast when Cara touched his arm.

"She has nayc staabi!" Baast snarled.

Din looked down at her. "Technically, neither do you."

Her hand snapped off his arm like he'd burned her, shock and disappointment so profound it hurt, hit him like a rampaging mudhorn.

She took a step in retreat, Grogu clinging to her, the kid looking just as devastated.

What had he done? Kriff! Why would he say that?

"Baast!" he shouted but was too late as she spun on her heel and raced from the cantina. "Kriff!" he bellowed and gave chase, Cara hot on his heels.

"What the hell was that, Mando?" Dune demanded as they slammed through the doors only to find a deserted street.

"Not your concern."

"Mando!" She grabbed him by the vambrace. She had no way of knowing how close he came to putting her through the wall. "What's really going on? Who is she?"

"You wouldn't understand. It's a Mandalorian thing." He shook her off and looked for Baast's tracks.

It didn't surprise him at all when they went up a wall and over the roof.

Din took off after her, climbing as if his armour weighed nothing, leaving Cara behind to curse and swear. He followed long strides for some distance as she ran across roofs, finally leaving the residential district to head into a more industrial area.

Again her tracks went up, and he followed, climbing the narrow ladder to the top of a tower that looked out over Nevarro. He found her there; knees pulled to her chest, the hood thrown back, clinging to Grogu as the kid did his best to stroke the tears from her face.

"Baast."

She jerked but didn't move. "Go away, Mandalorian."

"I can't." He went to her and knelt, intent on taking her in his arms, only to have deadly claws close around his throat.

"You have not the right," she snarled, her eyes piercing him through the beskar.

Grogu huffed and sighed, appearing at once both annoyed and exasperated.

"Nayc staabi. No right, that's what you said about Cara."

Baast snarled. "If you want the shock trooper so badly, have her!" she snapped, pushing him back with strength, causing him to rock on his heels.

"I don't, and she doesn't want me. She would be more inclined to go for you," he chuckled.

She blinked big green eyes. "Oh…" Her hand slowly relaxed until it lay on his chest.

This time when he gathered her close, she didn't resist. "Forgive me. I said something stupid."

"But true," she sighed. "You did not dispute the claim of riduur. I knew it meant nothing but got caught up in my role. You are free to do what you wish with whomever you wish," she sighed.

Din didn't think. He didn't plan his next move. It was like instinct demanded he act, and so he did.

"Baast. Close your eyes."

She did so without hesitation or question as Din stripped off his gloves. The helmet hissed when he released it, causing her brow to twitch. Before he took it off, he wrapped his arm around her and covered her eyes with his hand.

"Din?" she whispered, her uncertainty clear.

"Trust me," he murmured, lifting his helmet free with his other hand. They were too high up for anyone to see, and the moons had yet to rise, leaving them bathed in shadows.

Grogu cooed and sat down a few feet away, apparently content to let the adults sort this out on their own.

Din gave him a last look before setting his helmet down and raising that hand to lightly, tenderly, stroke her face. "I don't want just anyone," he whispered, unable to deny what was written in his heart. "Just you," he sighed and lightly brushed their mouths together.

He'd never kissed anyone before, but he wanted to kiss Baast.

***

Din woke with a jolt and a clang of beskar as he fell out of the pilot's chair and onto the floor.

He lay there confused and disoriented until he realized the entire thing had been a dream.

He groaned softly enough that it didn't leave the safety of his helmet and pushed to his hands and knees before sitting back on his thighs. This trip was going to kill him. The dream had been far too real.

He picked himself off the floor and looked up to find Grogu smirking at him. "Don't start."

The kid gurgled a noise that shouldn't in any way have been cute but somehow still was.

"Hungry?" Din asked.

Grogu waddled closer, arms up.

"Of course you are. When are you not hungry?" he chuckled, picking up the kid and heading for the ladder down into the belly of his ship.

He was just getting Grogu situated when the door to the fresher opened, revealing Baast in nothing but a towel.

She jolted in surprise. "I did not expect… you… I…" A bright blush bloomed darkly across her cheeks. Then, she straightened, lifting her chin like a royal, firming her composure. "You have not joined us for meals as of late. I did not expect you and have washed my clothing."

His mouth was desert dry when he attempted to speak, but no words emerged, and Din was grateful for the helmet that hid his gaping mouth. He stared for too long before stepping away from Grogu and his gruel toward Baast. She stiffened, hand flexing where she clutched the cloth closed, but the Zentari didn't back down.

Din moved with cautious steps to the crates piled against the wall and shoved two over before picking up the third and setting it down on top of the others. From within, he pulled out blue silks. "I have this if you want it."

A regal brow arched, her wet hair sleek and sticking to her now brushed the tops of her thighs. "Why does a Mandalorian have a courtesan's dress in his belongings?"

He flinched, having hoped she wouldn't recognize it. "Because an assassin dressed as a courtesan attempted to kill me, but not until after she'd taken her clothes off."

Baast eyed the cloth a moment longer before gliding forward to pluck it from his fingers. "Did she succeed in the seduction?"

"No. That's why she was naked. She made a poor courtesan."

"Hmm," purred from her as she walked back into the fresher, and the door closed behind her. "And you have simply kept it lying around?" she called through the door.

Did she sound jealous, or was he still dreaming? "It's not something a Mandalorian can walk into the market and sell without garnering a second look."

"You were not, perhaps, keeping it for your riduur?"

The door opened, and Din forgot how to speak. Blue silk fell in sleek lines from the golden band that bared the under curve of her breasts. She swept out and headed for Grogu, sailing past him, her damp hair leaving a dark stain on the skirt.

"I haven't thought much about a riduur." Before now.

He followed her like a Bantha would a Tuskin Raider, and when she sat to help Grogu with his food, Din came to a stop behind her.

She looked up, but he knew the beskar made it hard for her to read him. "Is it that terrible? Do I not make a passable courtesan?"

"More than passable," escaped his mouth, his brain still malfunctioning. "But your hair is dripping."

"Wet hair does that," she teased him with a smile.

"May I?"

She blinked as he began to strip off his gloves. "Din?"

"Let me," he murmured, running his fingers like a comb through her thick locks. He sat on a crate and worked free what few tangles had formed before splitting the mass in half. He began the plait high, working it smooth against her scalp and down behind her ear. When his fingers brushed the pointed tip, a shudder raced through her, but a low, happy purr followed. He made it to the end and used a scrap piece of leather to bind the long braid.

"How is it that a Mandalorian knows how to do a woman's hair with the skill of a maid?"

He froze, fingers full of sand-coloured silk. "My mother," he murmured. "I once did it for my mother."

Her hand closed gently on his knee, Baast reaching back, otherwise staying still for him. "A good memory, I hope."

"One of my only good memories," he murmured, finishing the section close to her skull and swiftly plaiting the rest. Once he tied the end, she turned to look up at him and left him breathless.

He'd never seen a more mesh'la creature. Men would spend their entire fortune for one night with her. But Din looked at her and saw her dressed in the ornaments of a riduur. Beskar bands for her braids, the cuff that would circle her upper arm and proudly display the mark of the mudhorn, proclaiming her part of his clan. The beskar breastplate that would be hers the moment their first child was born.

"Then, I am pleased to help you remember it." She stroked one of the thick plaits. "I am happy to offer myself to your ministrations in the future, should you so desire to assist me again."

Vital portions of his anatomy tightened, causing him to rise swiftly and step away from her tempting allure. "We'll be in Nevarro soon. I'll see about more suitable clothing when we get there."

He climbed the ladder back to the cockpit, knowing damn well he was running away.

***

riduur - spouse

Usenye! - Go away!

Udesii - Calm down.

Ibic taap, Ni cuy' bat Kyr'nakil - This place, I am on edge

Tion'jor - why

Vaabir val olaror par gar - do they come for you

nayc staabi - no right

***

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artsyxloner · 3 years

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( This is Min Soo-Nico )

Not Just a Monster

Warning: blood, puking, gore

3: Found my safe heaven... I think?

I woke up feeling weak my whole body ached as I laid in something wet. I breathe in deep gulping down the cool-cleanish air as much of it as I can.

Like a fish out of water, my lungs finally able to breathe. It tastes like metal in my mouth. I remember it when I had my nose bleeds. But shouldn't have done that though because pain shot through me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, I probably looked like a ghost from how much blood loss that I was laying in my puddle of it. wondering why I didn't die? Maybe It was because I passed golden hour since I didn't get to turn?

I didn't know how long I was out for but looking towards the building I caught on fire I saw that it was all ablaze. I didn't remember the flashback I had when I fell out of the window. Well more like I was crashed into it.

I sighed closing my eyes, but then that made me remember the speed monster thinking were that bitch ran off too? He's going to get payback if I ever see him again even if I had turned into a monster by that time.

I would have an advantage even though I'm still in the process of monsterization. Thinking of monsters I remembered there all around here not all but mostly some of them eat people.

Like the tongue one that got burnt up. I shivered at the thought. Getting up for the hundredth time today I soon didn't feel any pain. As if it all disappeared.

Inspecting my clothes they were torn as the thread of my sweater was clawed up and was stained by the monsters and my blood. I was covered in it from head to toe.

And I didn't have any other clothes, to wear in my duffel bag. I was out almost on everything, I needed to repack, real soon. It was around late afternoon judging by the sun.

I still had time to search for the things I needed but not for long, I had to be Conservative. Since I've never been out on a run in the daytime.

I walked away from the burning building down the street where the monsters were. The most dangerous ones I studied had to be around somewhere?

Not knowing I had to be careful of my surroundings, seeing cars all banged up with dints in the and the widow's glass shattered some was even flipped upside down.

But the thing that disturbed me the most was dead bodies lying on the ground. The smell was awful knowing they were Decaying their flesh coming off as flies flew around there and on telling what other things laid inside.

It made me want to puke so I turned my head not able to look anymore at the gross sight. My stomach felt nauseated knowing the familiar sensation going up my throat not able to hold it back.

It came up, as it was nothing but water and my stomach lining. I had bent over placing my hands on my knees. When I was done I spit the rest of it out as my eyes watered tears rolling down my cheeks.

Wiping them away I stood up straight and moved on, wondering where I was going to sleep for the night? And possibly stay if it wasn't run over with monsters.

I forgot about my knife because I couldn't find it anywhere when I first woke up. So I was defenseless if I had to run up one, which wasn't good.

As I head growling, and other inhuman noises. Some of the monsters talked but just only a few words. They would repeat it in a low tone dragging out the last Syllable.

Sounding like a snake, I scratched my face as it felt itchy. Ash and dried blood was caked up on it and got down into my nails. Not that I cared I wasn't a nail girl.

It would be nice if I had a shower, a cold one I imagined scrubbing off all this nasty mess off my tan skin. I haven't had one in a while.

I thought as I was up ahead going to the Convenient store I always went to at night. It was seven eleven, before going in I checked through the windows to make sure nothing was in there.

I waited but didn't see anything out of the ordinary not like there was much of normal anymore. I opened the door as the bell ringed above me. I cringed at the loud sound.

If there weren't any monsters around they would be now. Searching down The isles of different Varieties of snack food. I picked out most of the stuff that was in plastic bags not caring if there were expired.

Some of my favorites were kimchi instant noodles, triangle Kimbap and Pocky of different flavors. I grabbed it all letting it fall into my duffel bag.

When I was done with that I went near the Refrigerated section and took all the water and green teas they had seen most of the stuff With some kind of milk beverage that had Spoiled smelling bad.

I plugged my nose, and also stuffed my drinks in my bag to accept one, and took out a triangle kimbap unwrapping it I sat down and began to chow down on the delicious seaweed rice food.

Then taking a sip of my water, It coded my throat after it is dry and irritated from all the smoke and fumes I inhaled. Relaxing my body I slumped down laying down on one of the shelves that was behind me.

I gazed up ahead looking right outside noticing that building I saw on the rooftop. It looked mostly vacant from what I could tell? Except for the eye monster but it was probably gone by now.

I had a deep feeling in my gut to go there, I didn't know why? I always looked at the place when I was on the rooftop I had drawled it once without thinking about it.

I would stay here but it provided little protection and I could easily be seen and I couldn't stay in the back of the store their water probably didn't work half of the Convenient store bathrooms always had something wrong with them.

Deciding on that's where I was going to go because it's better than nothing plus it wasn't that far of a walk I could be there in less of half an hour that being thirty minutes.

The sky was beginning to set, it a pinkish-orange color as the clouds grew into a dark purple I wish I had a camera so I could take a pic to see this world still had something beautiful to look at.

I frowned realizing this was actually how the world going to be now people turning into hideous monsters that want to terrorize and eat whatever if it has a heartbeat.

And it's just not the monsters you have to worry about it's the people. They're probably gangs for those who have Survived and killed others for what they have and robbed them of it after there dead.

I shook my head in shame but that's what a world like this does to you it changes you for the worse or if you luck better if you aren't scared. But if you aren't scared you ain't human. I got that off the maze runner a quote from Alby one of my personal favorites.

It's kinda like this world now if you think about it? I don't know why but I kinda laughed knowing something like this wouldn't have ever happened oh the Irony right? I was completely wrong.

I guess karma is a bitch, for thinking that way, signing I ate one more of the first things I gobbled down. I had to stop myself from eating everything before I made myself puke again from not having been eating in a couple of days.

Getting up I took a long sip of my water before putting it back in my bag. Swinging it over my shoulder I gripped the strap as if was a little heavier but not so much where I would have to drag it with my weak ass body.

To green roof apartments, that would be a sight to see. I was kinda Chubby for nineteen years my parents always told me to thin down and stop eating so much but I never listened to them.

They didn't know what it was like being a severely bullied teenager. Getting called a fat pig and having candy thrown at you in school. But they tried their best to understand and only wanted what was best for me but it wasn't good enough.

But now I regret everything I said to them and everything I did. My lips dowsed into a frown at the memories I began to think I was stuck in my head again letting the memories go I began my way to green roof apartments to see what was in store for me there.

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secret-realm · 3 years

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Characters: Gn!MC, Mammon, Solomon (ft. Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor and Barbatos)

Pairing: Gn!MC × Mammon (established relationship)

Word Count: 4742

Warnings: Mentions of blood, wounds, insecurities, drowning, someone getting hurt, passing out, curse words, spiders and snakes.

A/N: I wanted to write something dramatic. Yes, of course I hurt myself on the process bc I don't like when the characters suffer but it's a cycle I guess... Idk

Also, I'm sorry for making Solomon like this in the story(? Remember it's simply a story. And, I kinda made up how the training and powers work here because it is not accurate to how the things occur in the main story he he... So, yep.

Btw, I just finished writing and didn’t proofread the last part bc it’s almost 5 AM. So, I’m sorry for any grammar mistake. I’ll try to check it out during the day.

Learning how to control your powers was not an easy task, however, you were well aware of what was the answer to said issue: you needed to practice constantly. Since practice is the only way to get better at something, you understood why Solomon would insist so much on your training. Nevertheless, you knew that it was not easy to focus simply in one task when there were so many other things to do that were not only mentally but also physically draining for you. Because of that, it was hard for you to keep going with the same enthusiasm from the beginning, and probably for most people it would not be hard to understand. Unfortunately, Solomon was an exception to those people.

“You know, when I said that I’m really busy finishing this new project with Satan, I meant it,” you mentioned, your eyes practically sending daggers to the man leading the way who only giggled in response. It had been a couple minutes since you had entered an unknown building for you, and you had not stopped walking ever since.

“And I meant it when I said that this is a really important part of your training,” Solomon said in response, and you could swear you were close to smacking the grin out of his face. Of course, it would not be good to pick on fight for such a reason, so you tried your best to calm yourself down.

“Fine… Tell me, why are we here again?” you asked this time, looking at your surroundings. The hallway seemed endless, and you could not help but feel suspicious. After all, you never knew what to expect from the sorcerer.

“I noticed that you have improved controlling your powers,” he said, slightly turning his face to look at you momentarily “…however, when you are prepared to face difficulties, it isn��t really that hard to look for solutions, right?” and there was his smile once again. You really could not understand when people mentioned he looked charming, not when his actions gave you goosebumps every single time.

“What do you mean, Solomon?” you asked, and for the first time since you had entered the building you stopped walking. You furrowed, waiting for him to explain what was going on.

Solomon turned to you, his face looking serious this time. “I mean,” he added, walking towards you “that we need to see how would you react when you are not prepared to the circumstances you are about to face” by the time he finished speaking, your back was facing the wall and your eyes had widened in surprise.

You were about to tell him to step back when you saw the smile back onto his face “…like now,” he said, and the next thing you knew was that Solomon had pushed both your shoulders sending you backwards.

You closed your eyes, expecting to hit the back of your head against the wall, but the hit never came. Instead, you found yourself surrounded by darkness once you had opened your eyes. The breath was caught in your throat because of the sudden action and confusion. You were falling, falling, and falling. A couple seconds later, a loud thud was heard followed by a groan. You had landed on your side, and it surely had hurt you. You turned yourself to lay on your back for a while, but once you looked above you saw white hair poking from one side.

Quickly, you lifted yourself and furrowed. “Solomon, what the fuck?!” you shouted, however, all you got was a “Good luck!” from your so-called ‘master’.

The portal that had sent you there apparently had disappeared along with Solomon, and you were on your own. Suddenly, a dim light enlightened your surroundings, at least enough for you to see what else was there. After catching a glimpse of something moving in the corner, however, you wondered if it would have been better not knowing.

With a steady pace, you walk through the path that was now easier to see due to the light that was provided by some mysterious source on the surroundings. When you noticed a wooden stick laying on the floor you were quick to pick it up. After all, anything could be useful at a moment like that. The silence surrounding you made you question if it was scarier not knowing what was going to happen, or the fact that you were on your own waiting with no instructions at all. After you reached what seemed to be a corner, you touched the ground with the stick carefully to see if there was something. After many spiders started running from the dark in many directions you took a step back quickly and shook your head. “Stupid Solomon”.

You were about to keep walking when you felt something staring at you from your back. Then you turned around to notice that now there were not many spiders but one that seemed to be your height looking at you with eight red eyes. You were certain such image would be able to scare even those who were not afraid of spiders, but you knew better than to scream or runaway. Since spiders sigh was good only in a few of their eyes, and when there is light you had to use the darkness as an advantage for you. Carefully, you walked backwards into the darkest place of the room, and tried your best to notice where you were about to step because spiders rely on touch and vibration to find their preys.

When you were a couple seconds away from leaving the room successfully, some stones fell from the corner or a wall and before you were able to react the enormous spider had tackled you to the floor, more than once of its legs stepping on you on the process. A wide mouth had opened, ready to devour you, and its big fangs were dangerously ready to inject you its venom. You were trying to keep it away with the stick that was barely as wide as its mouth. The spider was pushing down, and the stick was probably about to give out. It was difficult, but as soon as you were able to free one of your hands you created a fire and throw it inside of the spider. You could see how it started burning from the inside and then it started running, finally letting you get up from the ground. The spider crashed against you once more before turning back into the many small spiders from earlier. You ran away, and then found yourself in a new room.

This room, in contrast to the previous one, was illuminated, and some drops falling could be heard coming from somewhere. Carefully, you started walking inside, turning to look around to see what could happen this time. You were definitely not prepared for the ground under you disappearing. The stick was long enough to keep you from sinking since each side was still on ground, but then the piece of firm wooden started moving, making you let go of it. It had turned into a snake, leaving you on your own. You tried grabbing the corner of the ground to lift yourself up, but then something from under the water had grabbed your waist, pulling you inside with extreme force. You were barely able to catch your breath before you were submerged.

Mammon was sitting at the end of your bed, his gaze fixed on the door. He was expecting you to come inside any time now, but he had to admit that it was taking you way longer than he thought it would. You had mentioned that Solomon needed to tell you something before asking him to bring your backpack back with him. He was definitely not fond of the idea of you going with the sorcerer that was way too suspicious for his liking and that was always trying to intoxicate all of your with his weird recipes. However, he understood that he was the one training you on how to use your powers, so he had to accept it. That did not mean of course that he was going to simply wait in your room forever.

Why was it taking you so long to come back? If Solomon simply wanted to tell you something, why would it take so much time? And why could he not tell you when he had meet the two of you after classes? No, Mammon was definitely not jealous. But, what if something had happened to you? Yes, he needed to make sure that his human was safe. After all, he was your guardian and first demon. Nice thinking, Mammon.

As soon as he had left your room, Mammon saw Satan turning at the end of the corridor and ran up to him to ask his brother if he was aware of something. “Oi, Satan…” Mammon said, lifting his right hand to place it at the back of his neck. “Hm, what is it?” Satan asked, lifting his gaze from a piece of paper he was reading.

“Well… Uh, do ya know where my human is? They said they were going with Solomon but… it’s been a while now,” Mammon asked this time, mentally preparing himself for some mean thing that his brother could say about him being too clingy or something similar.

To Mammon’s surprise, however, Satan simply furrowed his brows, showing confusion “Did you not receive a letter?”

“What do ya mean? What letter?” Mammon was the one confused this time and frowned.

“Solomon left these envelopes for all of us in the meeting room.”

“Well, how would he get his if he skipped today’s meeting?” Asmodeus was the one speaking now, and Mammon blinked rapidly “Oi… I had to be somewhere else”

“Once Lucifer finds out, you’re done.” Asmo added before walking towards the mirror to fix his scarf.

“Just tell me what the letter says” Mammon asked once again to Satan, but before his brother was able to talk a voice was heard from behind.

“It says we are invited to see today’s training session.”

After hearing the oldest voice, Mammon jumped in his place due to the surprise “Lucifer?! Why would ya just appear out of nowhere?!”

“It’s not the time for that, Mammon. This sudden session and the invitation seems a really unusual occurrence to me”

Mammon nodded, “Mm… They never told me they’re having a training session today”

“Maybe they don’t tell you everything” The fifth brother chimed in once again and before Mammon was able to say something, Lucifer stepped in front of them “Do you know anything about this, Asmo?”

“Of course not! Solomon didn’t tell me anything either! I’m so mad at him”

“Fine, time to go. Levi, quick.”

As they were walking towards the door, a pouty Leviathan came from the corridor. “Ugh, why do I have to come too?” he asked frustrated. If you really needed him there, why did you not tell him earlier for him to prepare mentally to go out?

“To see our best friend?” Asmodeus mentioned looking back, and then tilted his head to the side, a big smile plastered on his face. He wanted to tease his brother. “See? I told you I’m their bestie number one !”

Levi’s eyes widened comically because of his brother remark “W-what? Of course not! They’re my Henry, and my best friend. I’ll be cheering louder than you!”

“Oh no, you won’t”

Was this one the fourth room? Or maybe the fifth? The only thing that was certain for you was that each one of them seemed endless, and also that you had never felt as tired as in that exact moment. You were practically drained of all energy. When you started hearing whispers, however, you felt that you were about to burst because your patience was close to zero. “Really, Solomon? Fucking ghosts?” you murmured under your breath. He was definitely going to pay for making you through all of that. Then you shook your head. He surely is trying his best to prepare you. After all, the practice would be useful at some point. You simply needed to keep going until you were able to find the final level, or whatever those were.

Do you really think that you will make it out of here? The whispers suddenly were not as confusing anymore. How could you even make it to the end? They felt as clear as if someone were speaking inside of your head. Your body that was already cold because of the water, felt as if you were standing inside of an icy-room. No one will notice that you went missing. You’ll stay here, with us. The cold atmosphere surrounding you was slowly getting to you, almost as if had made it inside of your body. It was inside your skin, in your bones, then reaching your heart. No. Stay with us.

“No! I won’t stay here. Mammon is waiting for me. I need to leave.” You looked down, your clothes with remains of ice, your limbs hurting because of the cold. He could replace you. We are all replaceable. The voice was still there.

“No, no. That’s not true. He can’t replace me, he won’t!” You shook your head, and you wondered if you were trying to convince those voices or yourself. What makes you so special?

“I am. I am special to him because he loves me. I love him too. We love each other. Now, let me out” you lifted your gaze, the voices you were hearing were now shapes in front of you, and you raised you hands towards them, feeling the energy through your arms before it reached your hands.

The seven brothers were standing in front of a building that they had never seen. How was it possible for such construction to appear out of nowhere. Lucifer wondered if Lord Diavolo had asked to get someone to build it for some reason, but he could not recall any comment on the matter. Then the creak of the enormous doors opening brought all of them back to the moment, “I see all of you are finally here, welcome!” Solomon said smiling, and in mere seconds Mammon was standing in front of him,

“Where is my human?”

The sorcerer tilted his head playfully, “Why, thank you. I’m doing great, how about you?”

“Don’t play around with me, magic boy” Mammon was ready to hold Solomon when Lucifer placed one hand over his shoulder to calm him down. “Solomon, please explain to us what is happening and refrain yourself from using your games now”

Solomon nodded, the grin never leaving his face. “Sure, Lucifer. I wouldn’t want to get you guys mad for no reason. Please follow me”

All the brothers followed him inside, Mammon at the front along with Lucifer. Satan was right behind them “May I know why does the training take place in such location?, Solomon” he asked, and Asmodeus nodded his head “I wanted to ask the same thing. This place is awful, Solomon. If you needed help with the decorations, you should have told me! I am the best for that, and I would have created the best atmosphere for my bestie’s training center!”

“Well, if you ask me, they would prefer something near the area we already know instead of dragging them to this place that looks like the location of I Was Told My Master That I Have to Train But I Ended Up Being Pushed Into a Portal That Led Me to Awful Places. We watched that one, and though they liked it, they say they would never visit a place like this willingly. Even Mammon cried that time” Leviathan mentioned, trying to probe that he was in fact the best friend number one, followed by a “That’s not true” from Mammon.

“I don’t know what else you were expecting. This place is suspicious, just like Solomon” Belphie was the one to speak now, and Beel nodded, adding an “I hope they’re not scared” before eating the chips from the bag that his twin was holding for him.

Once they reached a corner and were about to keep asking questions, Solomon turned towards them and motioned for them to get inside a room. “All of those were really good questions, but as you can see, we got to our destination. Now, please take a seat. We will be able to see today’s training session from this place. It’s exactly as if we were watching some sports game, which is very interesting if you ask me.”

“What is happening there?” Mammon asked after sitting down, when the one that appeared to be a screen in the wall stopped being blurry. He saw you on the other side leaning forward, your hands on your knees.

“Oh, they are just going through one of the many levels they are supposed to face today. Actually, it took you a while to get here, so you didn’t see the previous ones. They’ve been doing great”

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared from one of the corners and went towards you. You tried to dodge it, but it still had hit you on the side. Your clothes was ripped, and there were stains of blood on your skin and the upper part of your uniform.

Mammon didn’t even notice when he made his way to the front of the room, his hand touching the wall “Oi, what’s that? Get’em out of there!” he shouted, his eyes glued to you. You were panting, and he was getting desperate for seeing you like that.

“I’m afraid I cannot do that, Mammon. If they don’t finish the test, then they’ll fail. I doubt you’ll want that.”

“Fuck it” Mammon said, and then a flash of light illuminated the whole room as he turned into his demon form. He broke through the wall that was being used as a screen, and then he was able to enter the real portal to run towards you.

“Solomon, what are you doing to us?” Lucifer finally spoke, all six of them practically glued to their seats for some reason.

“I’m sorry Lucifer, but this is part of the training session. You will understand later”

The witch that had attacked you earlier was getting near you, and a she approached you started running towards her to give yourself impulse at the moment of using the metal stick that you had gotten from the roof. You swung it and hit her right on her shoulder as she tackled you to the floor. She extended her arms to grab you, but you held her face and recited a quick spell that made her skin burn. She screeched and scratched your face to get you to let her go as she started running backwards.

You were about to get up when white hair and horns came into your peripheral vision. Then you breathed, not noticing how you were holding your breath before he arrived.

“Okay, is okay now” Mammon said, gently holding your face between his hands “It was enough. Let’s go”

The you lifted your shaking hands and placed them above his to pull them away. “Mammon, I can’t… I haven’t finished yet.” You said, and he shook his head, this time grabbing your hands between his.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” he sighed deeply “I swear, you’re the most stubborn human out there. Look at you. Ya can barely breathe. Ya need to finish this, now.” He said this time in a soft but firm tone.

“But my training…”

He understood you were afraid of failing, but there were more important things that you had to take into consideration. So, he brought your hands towards his face and carefully kissed your knuckles “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, ya heard me?” and that was all you needed to comply with his request, so you nodded.

“Great, now let me get ya out of here” Mammon kneeled down to hold you firmly, and then he got back onto his feet to get you out of that place. You face was hiding into his neck to calm your quick heartbeat, but after a couple steps you felt the cold air hit you as you were dropped to the floor.

“Mammon?!” Trying to ignore the pain, you got back on your feet as quick as possible, looking around you to see where he had gone to.

Then the voice from the one who had bring you there, and had left you hours ago was heard. “I hope you are prepared for the last phase. You’ve been doing great”

A light appeared in the center of the room, and then you saw how all the witches, twelve to be exact, were surrounding Mammon, eight of them holding ropes to keep him in place. “What are you doing?! LET HIM GO,” you screamed sprinting in Solomon’s direction before he vanished right in front of your eyes.

“You need to concentrate. Don’t fail me, my adorable apprentice.” The cheerful voice of the sorcerer said, this time from above, and thought you wanted to hit him, you knew he was right. You needed to concentrate on getting Mammon out of there. But what were you supposed to do? Your simple spells were not enough to fight something that was able to hold one of the most powerful demons of the Devildom. One of the most…Of course. Up until now, you were able to battle all the simple things, but none of them was real. Everything had been controlled. And if now they were able to held Mammon down, then Solomon had been using Barbatos’ help all the time.

Mammon’s scream brought you back to reality, as you turned to look at him. The witches were tightening the ropes that they were burning his skin, and some of them were hitting him at the same time, the sight too painful for you to witness. You felt your eyes burning, but it was not time to cry. No, you had to save Mammon and finally finish that horrendous day.

You closed your eyes to concentrate, and repeated the spell from earlier to burn the four witches that had started running in your direction in the meanwhile. Then you ran towards the center of the room, dropping yourself to your knees once you found yourself near the area where the rest of witches were holding Mammon. He lifted his face you looked at his eyes, that held love for you even in those circumstances.

You breathed deeply, and then placed your hands on the floor to hold yourself. “Denizens of the darkness, awaken! You who are born of shadow, hear me! I, the master who commands Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride. Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. Satan, the Avatar of Wrath. Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust. Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony And Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth. I call upon you to lend your power to these demons!” you shouted, with all the remaining energy you had before the all the brothers appeared in the room.

The light that enlightened all of the room was the last thing you saw before you passed out from exhaustion. With the six of them in there, it took only a while to get Barbatos to free Mammon. As soon as the magical ropes stopped holding him down, Mammon sprinted towards you to lift you from the ground.

He held you tightly against his chest before you were able to wake up due to his warmth. As soon as you saw him, your eyes opened completely and you lifted your hands to cup his face, tears ready to fall from your eyes. “Mammon, love, tell me you are alright…”

“Ya really are crazy…” he said shaking his head, a smile on his face before he leaned forward to kiss your forehead “I’m fine now that I’m holdin’ ya”

In that moment, while Lucifer was helping Barbatos to get up, Solomon made his way into the room clapping. “Whoa, you really did it! See, there was no need to worry.”

“Solomon, I don’t think that’s the best thing to say. You put our friend and brother in danger. Of course we were worried!” Asmodeus said approaching him, he was angry, but at the same time he knew that it was not a good idea for Solomon to get near his brothers in that moment.

“In addition, it does not seem responsible from you to put your apprentice in such dangerous circumstances either.” Satan added this time.

You knew as well that everything could end in a big fight, so with Mammon’s help you were lifted from the floor. He held you hand, but you asked him to wait for you a moment.

“Guys, it’s time for all of us to go back home.” You told them, your voice hoarse due to the previous events.

“I’ll be ready to leave as soon as I talk some things with Solomon, please go ahead” Lucifer said, an almost scary smile on his face, but you shook your head. “No, Lucifer. Don’t make me force you back, guys. I’m tired enough. All of us are leaving, now”

Once all of them accepted your petition, not because they did not want to fight Solomon but because you looked tired enough, you waited for them to walk towards the door. Then, you turned to Solomon and walked in his direction. Without even giving him time to speak, you lifted one of your hands and brough it with full force against his face “Next time you go looking for some motivation, don’t drag him into this…” you said pointing where Mammon was waiting for you “Because next time, I’ll hurt you. Bye Barbs!”

Back at the house of lamentation, and after a relaxing bath, you were sitting at the end of your bed while Mammon was cleaning your wounds to patch them up. O he was trying, more like it.

“Oi, stop movin’. Ya need to stay still for me to clean your busted lip.” He complained, grabbing your chin with one hand to keep you in place.

“But it hurts…” you sighed.

Mammon raised one brow, looking at you incredulously “I cleaned all of your other big wounds, and it hurts ya just now? The small on your lip?”

You nodded rapidly “I mean, you could kiss it better. I bet it is the best option to get my lip to heal faster,” you said maintaining your serious face.

“Really, human?”

“Sure, it’s science, Mammon.”

Mammon shook his head, wondering how was it possible for you to be so playful after all you went through a couple hours prior. Nevertheless, who was him to deny giving you a kiss. So, he held one of your cheeks and pulled your face to his and you closed your eyes. Then he gave you a small peck on the corner of your mouth, and you opened your eyes, clearly disappointed.

“It still looks wounded, if ya ask me,” he mentioned looking at your lip before his gaze went back to meet your eyes.

“Of course it does!” you huffed “One kiss is not nearly enough.”

“One ain’t enough, huh?” he asked trying to tease you, and you shook your head.

“No. I need more kisses.”

“And they say I’m the greedy one…”

“Look, if you won’t give me kisses,” you said lifting yourself from the bed “then I’ll leave” and then you started walking to the door before his eyes widened in realization.

“Where are ya goin’?! Come back here. I’ll give ya kisses,” he walked up to you and you pulled him near to wrap your arms round his neck.

“Thanks, love. Can you please carry me back? everything hurts”

He simply laughed and then lifted you from the floor effortlessly to bring you back to your bed “Where were ya going anyway? We are in your room, ya know?” he questioned, sitting on your bed and getting you to sit on his lap,

You rolled your eyes in response. “Shh… I was leaving dramatically” and before he was able to make any funny remark on the matter, you held one of his cheeks carefully to bring his lips to meet yours, while your other hand was brought behind his head to caress his soft hair.

So, hey! If you made it this far, thanks for reading. If you think that there is/are some other element/s that should be added to the warnings, please do let me now. I’ll be really grateful. I hope you have a nice day, lovely people. Please remember to take care of yourself.

-L🪐

Sunday 31st, January.

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me!#obey me! mammon #Mammon #MC x Mammon #gn!mc

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one-spidey-boii · 4 years

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch nine

read ch eight here

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an; i’ve really struggled with juggling all my responsibilities lately so please forgive me. i just ate questionable fried rice and i’m feeling mediocre at best. have a great day you guys.

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 3.1k+

edie's pov

i take in a deep breath and click the call button on my phone after hovering over it with my thumb for a few long and painful seconds. i slowly bring it up to my ear. on the third ring, a small click sounds on the other end.

"ah! you're still alive. yippee!" tony's voice chirps jokingly at me from wherever he and the rest of the avengers were staying. i sit up in my bed and play with the end seam of my shorts.

"i am..." i trail off awkwardly, not entirely sure what to say to the man. he's making me call him everyday, and i don't know how long it's going to last, but i'm already running out of things to tell him at this point. i'm healing, my bruises are fading, the pain is subsiding.

"is peter treating you right?" he asks. i gulp at his question, remembering the moments peter and i shared only a day ago.

"u-uh yeah, wait- um what do you mean?" i stutter out, mentally kicking myself.

"i mean, is he taking care of you? yanno, making you chicken noodle soup or hot chocolate and giving you back massages- actually scratch that last one, i don't wanna think about that." he rambles on, my face flushes and i pull loose pieces of fabric off of my shorts completely in panic. no way can mr. stark find out about peter and i...whatever we are.

"hey! it's not like that." i mumble, doing my best to cover my nerves.

"yeah, sure it's not." tony retorts back with a snort, his voice just above a whisper. i'm at a loss for words, "uh, pfft, yeah, it's not."

"i don't care either way- well, that's a lie, i care a little bit. just keep healing and make sure peter stays sharp out there." i squirm in my spot and continue to update mr. stark on my condition, eager to get off of the phone.

with a final 'goodbye' and 'don't do anything stupid'- he ends the call and i flop back down on my bed. my side only slightly aches when i move now, becoming less of an annoyance and more of a numbing feeling.

i glance around my room at my fresh yellow walls. the color brightens the space and brings a warm feeling to the pit of my stomach. but my bed is still in the middle of the room, making me feel open and vulnerable on all sides. with one big huff i roll out of bed and plant my feet at the end of the frame. i give one push with both hands and the bed goes skidding back to the wall. in the process, my side cramps up and a burning sensation pushes its way through my body, making me wince.

"you okay there?" a soft, yet teasing voice speaks up from behind me. i dip my head down between my arms still placed on the bed and peek at the intruder through my legs from upside down. peter stands there, a lazy smirk spread across his lips. i roll my eyes and flip my head back up to turn around and face the boy.

"absolutely. i don't always need your help, parker." i reply and lean against the end of my bed. after the alarm went off last night, peter and i spent our time making food until he had to go out on patrol, more hesitant that ever to leave. none of us said a word about the disturbance, despite my suspicions. he returned late in the morning, later than his usual schedule. and when he did get back, he went straight to sleep, not even making it to his room. he stayed fast asleep on the couch until late afternoon. i guess he came straight to me after he woke up.

it's only been two days since i've been out, but my body is growing restless at the lack of adventure. jealousy poked at heart knowing that he would be the one seeing and protecting the city until mr. stark deemed me ready to get back out there.

i push the feeling away, not wanting to focus on things i have no control over.

peter takes a few steps closer to me, speaking playfully, "so, mr. stark gave me a call today. he wanted to know if i was taking care of you." once his body reaches mine, his fingertips immediately move to trail along my hips, "what do you think, wolfie? am i taking good care of you?" his voice lowers the closer he leans in.

i gulp audibly at his question, thinking back to my own conversation with mr. stark. my eyes meet his and i can’t t form any words under his gaze. so i just nod sheepishly at him, it seems to be the only thing i can do lately. peter's mouth curls into a satisfied smirk and it makes my stomach drop into my feet. an overwhelming surge of heat passes through my body and i have to lean back farther into the mattress for support.

peter and i didn't really talk about what had happened yesterday. at the time, it didn't seem weird or out of the ordinary. it felt natural, good. now that we've—i've—had time to think about it, well, i don't know what to think. i don't even know what to say to him. it's embarrassing how much control he seems to have over me, after so many years of being able to joke around as friends.

now his closeness makes my heart squeeze both in adoration and frustration. i'm angry at how fast he's able to make me melt into his hands. i used to tease and make him blush, now he somehow turned the tables. just add that to the list of things i can't control.

peter leans in, close enough to pepper a soft kiss to the corner of my lips, "i gotta head out, but i'll be around." he pulls away and points to his ear, where his comm rests.

"see you around." i say with a level voice, now too focused on gaining a hold of myself to be sweet with him. he drops his remaining hand from my hip, choosing to ignore my change in demeanor. with a small wave that reminds me of the nervous boy he used to be, he turns the corner and i'm alone again.

my skin is buzzing. the feeling is mostly concentrated on where peter's fingers had been, but it's spreading quick. needing a distraction from the feeling, i change out of my comfy clothes into something a little more suited for action. i rumble through my luggage and pull out a black sports bra with leggings to match. before i leave, i shove my own comm in my ear.

after making my way to the training room, i set up a few different targets. the first one is a simple circle with three red rings spaced around a red center, i place it firmly on the ground. the next one is the same, except this time i suspend it into the air, letting it sway back and forth. the last one is a little different. it's human shaped. as a fighter who refrains from hurting people as much as possible, i'm hesitant to set this one up. but after what i went through, i need the practice on a human target.

i flip through my phone and search for some music to get my energy up, i connect to the speakers that run throughout the house and crank up the volume. the bass of the music cancels out the continuous buzzing through my body, allowing me to shake the tension away. i stretch in front of the mirror before pulling a table to the far side of the room, opposite the targets.

on the table i set out an array of throwing knives, each one reflecting the fluorescent light from the high ceilings. i run my hand over the edge of one knife in particular before grabbing the handle and nailing the middle of the hanging target in one fluent motion. the knife sticks out from the center as the momentum violently swings the target in the air.

i take in a deep breath and pick up two more, one in each hand. i throw both at the same time, hitting the grounded target side by side with barely an inch between them. i continue to practice on the two targets, using up all the knives on the table in the process. i'm sweating and panting as i go to collect them and start again. i let my eyes pass over the human shaped target, but i quickly look away and focus on the other two once again.

after ignoring the last target for what seems like forever, i stop myself mid throw as i notice how shredded the others have become. i drop my arm to my side and use my other hand to turn off the music.

the silence of the room makes the pounding in my ears almost unbearable as i scope out my last challenge of the night. the lifeless figure has no face. it's only the silhouette of a head and torso, a simple shape. despite the fact, i can still see the features of one person in particular.

i raise my hand and ready myself to throw the potentially deadly weapon held in my grasp. i can feel my heart rate pick up and i stare down the figure before me.

a female, seemingly innocent.

my breathing grows heavier as i fall back on the memories of that night, only a few days ago.

she looked scared, all i wanted to do was help.

my stance falters at the thought. my eyes clouding over as i grit my teeth and shake my head to snap myself out of it.

"see what happens when you try and help people?"

with a grunt, i charge at the inanimate target before me. my legs cross the floor in three simple strides as i jump up to plunge the knife into the head of the target. i slide down and i hold the knife tighter in my grasp, letting it slice all the way down the figure, nearly severing it in two. i drop the weapon.

with heavy breaths, i turn to grab another human shaped target. i kick the other one out of the way, replacing it with the new one.

i try different attacks, needing to set up a new target every time i 'kill' the last one. i do it again, and again, and again- picturing the same face every time.

peter's pov

i can't just come out and tell edie i'm searching for the people that attacked her. but i can't come up with any explanation as to why i'm staying out so late—err, early? i don't know. i do know that every second i'm not out here looking, it's becoming more and more dangerous for her. it scares me.

the sun is peaking out from behind the tall buildings of the city. i spent the entire night staking out two people specifically, but no such luck. now i'm sat atop a building, hesitant to call it a day and go back to edie. but, oh boy, i want to see her. thinking about her makes my heart swell, and now that i'm finally able to show her how i feel, it seems like the whole world let out of sigh of relief for me.

i like the way she reacts to me. it being a huge contrast to the playful, witty banter that we used to share exclusively. now, when we get close- i'm the one who takes control. it's a weird change of pace between the both of us, but i don't mind it one bit. it’s almost like i crave it.

once making the decision to go back to the compound, i swing myself across the city, eager to see edie. i get to the door and press a suit covered thumb over the touch screen. the glass door slides open and i slip into the cold air of the compound, making sure the glass shuts and locks behind me before i go any further.

i pull the mask off my head and stumble into the living room, hoping edie is somewhere close. when i don't see her, my face drops and i turn to jog down the hall towards her bedroom. not finding her again, i raise my hand to the comm in my ear and speak.

"e, you there? where've you run off to?" i turn on my heel again to step into my room down the hall. as i do so, her voice floods through my head.

"training room." she utters, her usual soft voice sounding hardened and cold. i quirk an eyebrow up as i change into more comfortable clothes, confused by the girls tone. nevertheless, i finish up and trot over to her.

as i round the corner, my eyes settle on her standing in the middle of the room, rolling her shoulders back with a knife in her hand. i stand quietly and watch her movements, hesitant to step in and become an accidental target. edie raises her arm to throw and adjusts her feet into a low stance. so quickly, i almost miss it, the knife flies through the air towards a human shaped figure. to my surprise- it clatters against the target and falls to the floor.

she lets out a groan and pulls at her hair, muttering profanities under her breath as she turns to see me staring. her body stiffens under my gaze and slowly she lowers her arms to her side, a doe-eyed expression on her face.

"you're back." she mutters. i take a few steps into the room and gulp at what i see. targets similar to the one she just attacked are shredded and thrown across the room in piles. there must have been fifty of them, each one damaged in a different way.

looking back at her, i force a smile on my face, "you've been busy, yeah?"

her eyes follow the path mine took and she shrugs, indifferent, "mhm. training." i nod hesitantly.

"have you slept at all?" i pipe up, curious at how long she has been here.

"not really, no."

another nod, and i shuffle over to the table that holds her collection of weapons. i'm impressed with her skills, seeing as she has no 'super powers'. but damn, she could take anyone down in seconds. i admire the girl in front of me, hoping she knows just how much i do. not long after, a bug of curiosity wiggles around my stomach.

"do...you think you could teach me?" the words slip out of my mouth before i can think of the consequences. edie looks at me with a stoney expression that makes my heart jump. i regret my words immediately, afraid that i offended her or something.

i try to take it back, "i mean- only if you want! i know it's stupid so you don't..."

the devilish smile that creeps along her face shuts me up, "i'll teach you."

i let out a small breath, "o-okay. i should probably go change." i say as i look down at my baggy clothes and compare them to her tight fitted ones. edie shakes her head and waltzes up to me, the smug smile still gracing her lips. i grow nervous, realizing i'm in her territory now. this is her thing, so i force myself to hand over the reigns.

she gestures to the rows of knives on the table, "take you pick, parker." her cool and confident voice sends a small shiver down my spine. i look closer at the table and gingerly run my fingers along each sharp edge. i stop at a knife with a shiny black blade and red handle and i pick it up to feel the weight of it in my hand. the blade isn't metal or steel and it has small ridges on the surface. i bring it closer to examine it even further.

"that's obsidian, black volcanic glass. it was used a lot in the stone ages," edie takes the knife from my hands and twirls the point on the tip of her finger, "it's sharper than steel, and nowadays surgeons use it in their scalpels...good choice, peter." she smiles up at me. i can feel my cheeks flush. she places it back in my palm and struts to the center of the mat, "we'll start close, hopefully you can hit the target. how's your aim?"

i roll my eyes at her taunting words and walk over to her place on the mat. edie strolls around me in circles, observing my body language- which is less confident than i'd like to admit. she stands in front of me and plants her hands firmly on my hips, twisting them into a desired position. next, she does the same with my shoulders, all the while sticking her tongue out in concentration.

then she comes to the knife in my hand and pulls it away, only to place it back and wrap my fingers around it one by one. it immediately feels more comfortable in my hand. she circles me one more time and hums in satisfaction at her work.

"now, obsidian is brittle, so it's really important to make your shot count or else you risk breaking the blade," edie comes back around my front and leans in close, her finger resting under my chin, "don't break my blade." she threatens with a smug smile curling at the edge of her lips. i can't stop my eyes from dropping down to look at them, and she notices.

edie traces her finger along my jaw line, making me shiver once again. i groan at the lack of control over my body and my eyes widen at the sound. she just smiles and lets her hand fall down my chest to finally rest at her side before taking a step back. she points behind her to a circular target a few yards away.

"give it a go." her voice grows softer, encouraging me to make a move. i tighten my grip around the knife and raise my arm to chuck it at the target. i stop short.

"could you...maybe show me first?"

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anythingobi · 5 years

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Hey, so first thing. I think the ship name is CodyWan (or something similar?) Not too sure myself. Second, I've read several fics in which Obi-Wan goes to the Agricorps and all that, but I'd love one in which he chooses to stay as a crechemaster or healer. And not because he is not chosen as a padawan, but because he chooses that career. And any pairing you want, or gen if tou wish, though I'm a sucker for QuiObi. Sorry if it's too specific, thanks, and no problem if you don't want to do it.

First of all, thank you so much for answering the question about the ship name. Now I can finally tag it properly! Second of all, the moment I read this I realized that I had to write Obi-Wan as a healer immediately. He’d be so good with Jedi patients and then I imagined Qui-Gon getting injured all the time and basically just thank you for the prompt, I hope you enjoy what I wrote!

“I should have known who my patient would be the moment padawan Silvan said the word ‘explosion.’” Obi-Wan started grabbing bacta patches as he spoke. Master Jinn was what he liked to refer to as a problem patient and would likely balk at the idea of spending time in a tank. As it was though, the man looked to be in bad shape, not that that was anything new. “I’m starting to think you’re getting injured just as an excuse to see me.”

“Nonsense, Healer Kenobi.” Master Jinn turned his head and smiled at him. “I’m a Jedi Master. I don’t need an excuse to see you.” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and gestured for padawan Silvan to retrieve an antiseptic spray. It would hurt to spray on the burns, and strictly speaking there were less painful ways to go about the process, but in his experience Master Jinn preferred quick and easy solutions, and didn’t like him to tell him in advance if something was going to hurt. Obi-Wan simply made a clucking noise to show his disbelief at the man’s words, and gestured for him to open up for a thermometer before retrieving the antiseptic spray from his padawan helper and beginning to apply it methodically to the various burns and scratches that covered Qui-Gon’s torso. He used the force to gently loosen and remove any dead skin or debris as he went, and the unexpected pain earned him a small jerk and a glare from the Jedi Master. He plastered his face with the most innocent look he could manage and continued his work.

“The antiseptic spray might hurt a bit,” he warned belatedly, a sly smile on his face as he worked his way around to the man’s back. Qui-Gon gave what was probably meant to be a witty response, but it was smothered by the thermometer in his mouth. “What was that? You’re sorry for getting carelessly injured again?” Obi-Wan gave an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, I suppose I forgive you. Now give me my thermometer back.” He reached over the man’s shoulder to grab the instrument and gave a tsk when he saw the reading. “You have a fever, Qui-Gon. Any problems I should know about other than the burns, or should I go ahead and start treating you for infection?”

“I believe it’s just the burns, but I’m not a healer, as you keep reminding me.” Qui-Gon rolled his eyes and Obi-Wan nodded, turning to the side. “Padawan Silvan, remind me what we do for early stage infected burns?” The padawan looked up at him, surprised.

“Well, you already applied the antiseptic, and it has, uh, sulfur in it.” The young woman brought a hand up to her head thoughtfully.

“Silver sulfadiazine,” Obi-Wan corrected, smiling. “And I’ve also been removing dead skin and debris. What do we need to do next?”

“Not leave your burn victim sitting alone and in pain?” Qui-Gon interrupted, sounding equal parts annoyed and amused.

“He makes a good point, padawan Silvan. Pain may be a secondary concern when a patient might face permanent injury or death if we aren’t fast enough, but if I know Master Jinn here, he isn’t in danger of going anywhere anytime soon.” Obi-Wan watched as the padawan before him regarded Master Jinn’s injuries thoughtfully before turning back to him.

“His burns are fairly extensive,” she ventured. “We could put him in a bacta tank?” Obi-Wan smiled at her.

“Correct. Master Jinn here is the perfect candidate for a short dip in a bacta tank.” He threw his hand up to silence his patient as he saw him open his mouth to object. “Qui-Gon here however, hates bacta tanks. It would be kinder of us to treat him some other way. What is the preferable alternative to a tank?” He looked down kindly as he spoke, smiling encouragingly.

“Bacta patches?” The young woman looked pointedly at the pile of bacta patches that Obi-Wan had brought into the room with him and he found himself letting out a chuckle.

“That’s correct, padawan Silvan. I’d like you to help me apply them.” The padawan looked fearfully at Master Jinn and then back to Obi-Wan, and he couldn’t keep the smile from reaching his eyes at her wariness. “Don’t worry, Master Jinn may be a slave driver in your lightsaber classes, but he won’t bite. And remember,” he gave a pointed look to Qui-Gon, who rolled his eyes, “healers have rank in the healing halls. So long as he’s my patient, Master Jinn has to listen to me. Besides, bacta patches are quite soothing. This is an easy task, and you will be serving to relieve his pain. He might actually like you more after this.”

“Don’t listen to him, padawan. I’m going to kick your ass in our next class if you don’t immediately stop doing everything he says.” Obi-Wan laughed jovially and flicked Qui-Gon chastisingly before beginning to apply the bacta. Master Jinn closed his eyes and sighed as he progressed along the man’s torso, and padawan Silvan soon began to help as she realized the positive effect it was having on the patient.

“There will be one step left after this, padawan.” Obi-Wan continued applying the patches as he looked for the girl’s reaction. He could see the gears turning in her head.

“Order him to give me a passing grade in Advanced Lightsaber Forms?” She looked up at Obi-Wan, a self deprecating smile on her face as he chuckled at her answer. “I’m sorry, Healer Kenobi. I can’t remember another step for treating burns.” She picked up a bacta patch and continued helping, waiting patiently for her lesson.

“That’s because you’re training to be a knight, Silvan.” He gave her a sad smile. “Here in the Healing Halls, we prescribe rest, and schedule follow up appointments. Would you grab me my appointment book?” The padawan nodded eagerly, applying the last bacta patch and shuffling off towards his office. He shook his head fondly and turned back to his patient.

“I expect you to actually rest this time.” He walked in front of his patient and crossed his arms. “I know I’m a quite charming human being, but if you come in with another completely avoidable injury just because you refused to follow my instructions, I’m going to have to reconsider that dinner with you.”

“What dinner?” Qui-Gon looked up at him, confused.

“The one I’m asking you to right now.” Obi-Wan smirked, reaching his hand out to grab his appointment book from the returning padawan. “I’d like to see you for a follow-up about these burns in about a ten-day. What does your Primeday schedule look like?”

“Busy in the mornings, but I wrap up my classes at around the sixteenth hour.” He began picking at a bacta patch on his shoulder and Obi-Wan reached out to swat his hand away.

“Very well, I’m putting you down for the nineteenth hour. You should be my final appointment that day unless there’s some sort of catastrophe or I’m called out of the temple. A late dinner afterwards?” Obi-Wan looked up, some of his bravado slipping as he waited for Qui-Gon’s answer.

“I think I can make that work, so long as you don’t expect me to still be resting.” Qui-Gon smirked suggestively and Obi-Wan felt his face going crimson. He saw padawan Silvan’s eyes going wide as she looked up at him, and he knew he was going to be a subject of temple gossip once again the moment she returned to her friends.

“Well,” Obi-Wan avoided eye contact under the guise of notating the appointment and following date before looking back up. “I think we can make an exception.”

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