#starlight ch 1

[myboyfriendjake]

starlight - park jongseong

summary: when your family decides to move, you're not happy at all. even though your social life is crumbling, you want to stay in new york. besides, what's to say that life in seattle will be better?

alternatively: you move to seattle and learn how to live (2521-esque)

genre: high school au, fluff, angst

pairing: jay x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.43 k

other characters: jake, heeseung, kim chaewon, huh yunjin, sakura, huening kai, taehyun

Chapter One:

You didn’t want to move. You were perfectly happy staying in New York City. Okay, maybe you weren’t happy. But you still didn’t want to move. So what if your social life was falling apart? So what if you had started to hate school because of it? Moving was still worse.

Especially because it was Seattle. No one lived in Seattle. The entire plot of Family Reunion was the fact that the McKellans were moving out of Seattle, not to it. It rained a lot there, was in the North West of the United States, and had no real appeal. Washington State as a whole was uninteresting and gloomy, the whole reason (probably) that Twilight took place there.

So you make it known that you don’t want to move. You complain, whine, procrastinate packing, and make pointed comments at dinner, but your parents don’t give in, and next thing you know you’re on a plane to Seattle, leaving your beloved city behind.

You’d spent summer vacation getting ready to move, and so only a week after you’ve moved into your new home in Seattle, it’s the beginning of junior year. School is starting. Great.

It’s the last Friday before school starts, and you receive an email from the school - schedule, locker, school map… and a guide. Another junior, Jongseong Park, it says. You sigh, trying to ease your nerves about starting all over at a new school, and close your email. You can deal with school later. Now? Netflix.

Before you know it, it’s the first day of school. You walk to your bus stop in the morning, not bothering to start a conversation with anyone there. Being lonely is hard, but being ignored is harder. Why make friends when they never stick around? Music is better, music stays, music fills the silence and never lets you feel alone. So you elect to spend the bus ride with Spotify.

You reach the school, walking into the main office. You take a quick look at the room - it’s large, spacious, airy. There are so many windows, and therefore so much natural light that you feel refreshed. Maybe this school won’t be so bad. 

There are a ton of little cubicles in the room, where it seems like the majority of the school’s administration works - there are secretaries, transportation officials, security team people… you eventually walk to the first secretary desk you see.

“Hi, I’m a new student, I was told to come here?” You say. 

The lady at the desk smiles warmly, “Yes, can I have your name?”

You give her your name, and she types away on her keyboard, clicking around with her mouse, before she says, “Alright, I’ve signed you in. Don’t worry about being late to classes this first week - teachers are very lax about tardiness for the first few days, and they know you’re a transfer student so they’ll go easy on you. Your guide should be here soon, and he’ll walk you to your classes today and answer any questions you have about the school.”

It’s magical - the second she stops speaking, you hear the door behind you open, and in walks a tall blonde boy. He’s wearing a gray tee shirt, black ripped jeans, and black Adidas sneakers. He’s wearing his navy backpack on one shoulder, headphones around his neck, and he raises his eyebrows in greeting,

“You must be Y/N,” he says, and you nod. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jongseong, but I go by Jay.”

“Nice to meet you too, Jay,” you respond quietly. You can hear your heart beating, nervous.

“Alright, first period…” he glances at his phone, and you try to calm your breathing. This kid is attractive, and you find yourself wondering if everyone at this school is. You’d thought some of the guys at your old school were cute, but this was something else. Jay could be a model. Maybe he is. “Alright, so we’re gonna go to the History wing.”

You follow him down the hall, looking around at the flyers on the walls - there are so many clubs, sports teams, and charity events going on despite school having just started. You and Jay walk straight for a while, before you eventually turn right into what you quickly figure out to be the history wing - the board of history memes gives it away. You walk past two classrooms, before turning into C104, your classroom.

“We’re here,” says Jay, and you both walk in. There are no assigned seats, instead, you’re asked to pick seats that you’ll use for the rest of the year. You sit down at a seat in the second row, and Jay sits down at the desk next to you. 

You’re kind of surprised. You’d thought that he’d walk you to your classes, nothing else, but instead he sits down next to you and makes conversation with you. Either this school is filled with kind people, or Jay is the kindest person on the planet. 

“So, where are you from?” he asks you after sitting down, his warm brown eyes showing genuine curiosity.

“New York City,” you answer, “Manhattan specifically.”

“Oh, I love NYC. I want to live in Manhattan one day - it’s such a lively place. I’m hoping to go there for college.” Jay enthusiastically responds.

“Yeah, there’s always something to do there. That’s something I love about it.” You reply. You open your mouth, wanting to ask him a question, but then your teacher starts talking.

“Welcome to American Government, I’m Mr. O’Neil, your teacher.” He drones on about the class, expectations, topics covered, and you stop listening. You have no interest in government, and all the interest in the boy sitting next to you. 

Somehow, your first class finally ends, and next thing you know you’re standing up, slinging your bag over your shoulder, and walking out of the classroom.

“So next…” Jay starts, pulling out his phone, scrolling with his finger, “we both have Math but we’re in different classes. They’re in the same wing though so we can walk there together.”

You nod, and follow him once again. You exit the History Wing, turn right, walk straight, climb up stairs, and then turn into the Math Wing. Your math classroom is first, and you thank Jay, who jokingly wishes you good luck - he mentioned on the walk there that he hates the subject.

You walk into the math classroom, sitting down at a desk towards the back of the room. You hate math. You know you’re gonna hate this class. You sigh, staring at the board - the first slide of a powerpoint on PreCalc is up on the screen - and nearly jump in your seat when you hear a voice next to you loudly exclaim “OH MY GOD!”

You turn to see a girl with long brown hair that reaches just past her shoulder blades laughing loudly at a boy in front of her. 

“I can’t believe you actually did it,” she’s saying, “why would you dye your hair gray? You look like a young old man.”

“I look amazing, thank you very much,” he responds. “And it’s not gray, it’s silver. Silver like the moon, like the stars, like the glossy fur on a wolf. I look gorgeous with this hair color, as I always do.”

The girl just laughs in response, “You’re so full of yourself.”

Another boy walks in, with a head of brown hair and black glasses on his face. “Hello Grandpa,” he says to the gray, no, silver-headed boy. Except this boy’s voice sounds different, and when he continues talking you realize that he has an accent. Australian?

You’re unable to figure it out fully because then the bell rings, and your math teacher silences the class, beginning a long, boring introduction to Precalc. 

Your next few classes are the same - Jay walks you around, which is somewhat fun because he talks to you, all enthusiastic and funny - but the classes themselves drag on for eternity. 

And then it’s lunch time. You’ve been dreading lunch all day, because with lunch comes socializing, and with socializing comes stress. Who are you supposed to sit with? Will anyone let you sit at their table? Will there be any empty tables you can sit at, and if there are, will people think you’re weird?

Once you reach the cafeteria, you find that your worries were for naught. 

“You can sit with me and my friends if you want to, Y/N,” Jay says to you, and you just nod, and he gestures for you to follow him, “Over here, that’s our table.”

The three kids from your math class are there, along with a few others who you’ve seen in some classes. 

“Everyone,” says Jay, “this is Y/N. She’s new, she’s cool, be nice.”

“We’re always nice,” says the girl from your math class.

“No you’re not,” says silver-hair boy. He then turns to you, and goes, “I’m Heeseung, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you respond.

One by one, they all introduce themselves, and they’re all really nice, and you figure that either people at this school are just kind, or these kids are different. You pretty quickly decide the latter, since they also all look like models, and now that you’ve seen a decent amount of the kids here, you know that that’s not a shared trait among the general school population.

Girl From Math Class is Yunjin, but she just tells you to call her Jen.

Boy With Accent is Jake, and he moved from Australia a few years back, hence the accent.

There’s also Kai and Zuha and Chaewon and Taehyun and all of them are so kind and welcoming and for the rest of the day, you feel like maybe school here won’t be that bad. You now only have one class where you don’t know anyone, and you feel happy, you feel like you belong. They talk to you during class, slipping you notes while teachers drone on, and now you understand why people like school. You’d never experienced any of this in NYC.

They also add you to their group chat, and your parents raise their eyebrows at your constant grinning at your phone that evening. Kai is absolutely hilarious.

“School was good today?” Your mother asks after dinner, and you nod.

“Yeah, everyone’s super nice, I made friends… I’m feeling good about this school thing in Seattle.” 

“I’m glad.”

Despite your saying that, you find yourself unable to fall asleep. You toss and you turn, and all you can think about is the people you met today. Did they actually like you? Were they pretending? Why would they want to hang out with you? You find yourself going back to your old school, to your old friends… you don’t want to think about it.

“Y/N, tell him he looks ridiculous!” is the first thing Jen says to you as you walk into math class the next day. Heeseung is wearing a pair of enormous glasses, and you can’t stop yourself from laughing. The large, tacky, red glasses clash with the rest of his style - the neatly combed silver hair, the gray tee shirt and the black jeans. 

“You look ridiculous,” you say to Heeseung, “why red?”

“I can pull anything off,” says Heeseung. “I’m proving that point today.”

“You know what you’re proving today?” you all jump at the question from your math teacher. “Trigonometric identities. Here you go, get to work,” he says, handing out worksheets.

You groan at the problems, “I hate math.”

“Me too,” says Jen. “I don’t care about numbers, and doing math with letters is so weird. Like why is x a number now?”

“I love math,” says Jake, “it’s such a gorgeous way to represent life. Like, so much is represented through math. It’s so important for science.”

“You,” you say, “are an anomaly.”

“That’s because I’m perfect,” Jake replies, “one of a kind, absolutely amazing.”

You laugh, and Jen just sighs, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else. “They’re always like this,” she says to you. “So full of themselves.”

“As we should be,” says Heeseung, and Jake voices his agreement, and you just shake your head, smiling nonetheless. 

“Y/N’s disagreement tells me she has a crush,” says Jake after a few minutes, “how else could anyone resist our charms?”

You blush, shaking your head, “I’m sorry to break it to you two, but you’re very resistable.”

“Nonsense,” says Heeseung. “You just like Jay.”

“Where’d you get that from?” you frown.

“You looked at him yesterday like a gold-miner looking at gold,” says Jake.

“The way you said that was so weird,” you say.

“But you’re not denying it.”

You sigh, “Guys, I’ve known him for one day. I just appreciated that he was kind and welcoming.”

Heeseung shrugs, “We won’t stop you from being delusional. Whenever you want to talk boys, though, let us know.”

“Let me know,” says Jen. “You can’t trust those two.”

And conversation erupts again, this time Heeseung and Jake acting hurt at Jen’s statement. 

You laugh, turning back to your worksheet, surprised at how fun this math class is.

Pretty soon, it’s lunch time. You walk to lunch with Kai, who happens to be in your art class, your class before lunch. He’s making jokes, imitating the art teacher, and you’re laughing. 

You walk into the cafeteria, sitting down in an open seat next to Jen, and Kai moves to sit on your other side, but then Jay walks in. He looks mildly annoyed. He glances at Kai, and then sits across from you. 

“So, Y/N, how’s your day been so far? Are these idiots being nice to you?”

“I’m not an idiot,” Jake protests, before starting to recite physics formulas by heart, and then he starts talking about linear algebra and you wonder who allowed him to be in precalc.

Jay just rolls his eyes, before making eye contact with you.

“Yeah, it’s been good. I had no idea that Kai was so good at impressions.”

Jay shrugs, “I guess he is.”

The rest of the lunch period, Jay seems off. Granted, you’ve only known him for a day, so maybe this is how he always is, but he stays pretty quiet, glancing at Kai every so often, before glancing at you.  Jen just looks at you, and then at him, and then at you again and laughs. Later on, you swear you hear her whisper to Zuha that “he so has a thing for her”.

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[esthermitchell-author]

So, I decided it wasn't fair to make everyone wait, when the book was done... So I'm not gonna. Coming up... Chapter 1 of my Good Omens fanfic novel, Born of Starlight!

Hope you enjoy all the changes and additions! 😊 (leave lots of kudos and comments! 😉)

#Born of Starlight - Ch.1 - release on AO3! #Keep Calm and ❤️on! 🐍🪽❤️🏳️‍🌈 #good omens #good omens fandom #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #azicrow #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable spouses #fanfic

[chunkypossum]

Poly+ ACOTAR Week Master List

I knew I wanted to participate in @polyacotarweek this year but I even surprised myself at how much I wrote. Starting tomorrow here is what I have planned to post this week!

Day 1: Beginnings || Embers in the Wind

Nesta X Cassian X Eris Part 1/4 || 4k words READ ON AO3

Cassian and Nesta are happier than they have ever been, or so they thought. When their mating bond snapped, it wasn’t only euphoric it was healing. Both Cassian and Nesta had so many years of trauma to overcome to finally learn to love each other properly. So, what happens when they get thrown a third mating bond that they never expected? What happens when their new mate can’t handle the pressure of the bond? What happens when it's someone they thought they were supposed to hate?

Day 2: Comfort || Embers in the Wind

Nesta X Cassian X Eris Part 2/4 || 4k words READ ON AO3

Day 3: Secrets || Embers in the Wind

Nesta X Cassian X Eris Part 3/4 || 6k words READ ON AO3

Day 4: Adventure || Embers in the Wind

Nesta X Cassian X Eris Part 4/4 || 7k words READ ON AO3

Day 5: Favorite Tropes || A Dance Named Starlight - AU

Cassian X Nesta X Eris X Azriel 7k words READ ON AO3

Fake wedding dates + a little bit of jealousy, plenty could go wrong, but what about all the things that could go right? Nesta and Cassian are on a break but she can't show up to her sister's wedding alone. Who better to accompany her than the ostentatious brother of the groom, Eris Vanserra? Thankfully, he is also newly single and ready to make a pointed appearance with Nesta on his arm. Dressed to impress and ready to wow everyone on the dance floor, this pair thought they were ready for anything. What they didn't account for was just how tangled their heartstrings would become.

Day 7: Free Day || Lighthouse in the Woods

Azriel X Eris X OC Prologue + Ch 1/4 || 9k words READ ON AO3

The New High Lord of Autumn isn't fairing too well with his new reign. Luckily his allies in the Night Court are willing to send him aid. The Spymaster is just too good at his job however, and the High Lord isn't quite sure how to let him go when his problems become manageable again. When a budding friendship turns into something more, they're going to have to decide how they define what a family is and where to call home.

If anyone would like to be tagged, please just ask! <3

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[redyarns]

resist much, obey little (ch 1)

Alastor had a noose around his neck.

There was only one person who could loosen it.

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Temptation had never strung Lucifer along. He was an angel of Heaven no matter what anyone else said, and he had never fallen whim to any of the sins that humans were so eager to do.

And Alastor, a demon and a sinner who had fallen even further after death, was the most forbidden fruit of all.

He was the very embodiment of blasphemy.

But by God, did Lucifer want him.

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Knock-knock.

Lucifer let out a weak groan as he slowly let his arm slide off his eyes and off the side of the couch. Red starlight drifted through the torn curtains of a nearby window and nearly blinded him even with his eyes closed, and he had to squint and blink half a dozen times before he raised a hand and scrubbed at his face. 

Knock-knock. 

“Give me a second,” he called to the idiot who kept banging on his door. 

He felt like, well. He felt like someone had take a grinder, stuffed him inside, made him into a sausage, and then shoved said sausage into all their orifices. 

He hadn't felt this tired, this pained, in a very long time, and he liked to think he had a high pain tolerance. Nothing had hurt him quite as much as the Fall, or when Lilith left, or when he had to acknowledge his subjects, but he still couldn't quite shake the bone-aching exhaustion as there was a small rustle beside him along with a coo. 

Knock-knock-knock. 

“I said in a minute!” Lucifer barked again, the infuriating sound pacified at least for now as his tone shifted into something far more gentle while he curled around the small bundle of warmth that he had fallen asleep with. “My little princess, did you sleep well?” 

Charlotte Morningstar was the apple of his eye and she was all the more beautiful because of it. She was tucked carefully in between the solid back of the couch and his own body. There was no one in Hell or even the Heavens that would try to defy him and dare to harm her, but it quelled at least some of the constant anxiety in him to know she was near him. 

She waved her chubby fists in the air, her eyes already crinkled at the edges with her delighted smile, and he couldn't help it as he gathered her even closer and buried his nose into her soft, beautiful hair and inhale the smell of baby powder. 

“Well, starshine, I guess it's time to see who wants to bother our peace so early in the morning,” Lucifer sighed. 

Honestly, what kind of fool knocked on anyone's door this early, much less the devil's himself? He dreamed of strangling the idiot who was standing outside his house; maybe it was a stupid imp who wandered somewhere they shouldn't have, or Asmodeus coming to whine to him again, or even worse, Lili - 

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK. 

“How dare you disturb your king's slumber?” Lucifer roared, now fully enraged as he ripped open the door so forcefully that it was torn off the hinges completely. 

Bits of wood and debris rained around him as his tail lashed in anger, his horns spontaneously grown out of the crown of his head, and he was only a second away from turning this worthless demon into a husk, only for a piece of paper to suddenly be shoved into his face. 

“What the - “ Lucifer said, and he squinted to read the blurry text, a result of staying up far too many nights in a row and refusing to do anything about it. 

Hey, Idiot! 

Want a job no other can fulfill? Do you want some light shed in your otherwise pitifully empty life? 

Are you capable of destroying the very atoms who dare to disturb my own? 

Then this is the job for you! 

Your King of Hell is in need of assistance! 

(Fail and I will rip out your intestines, stuff them with your liver and kidneys, and make you eat your meat sausages while gouging out your eyes to prepare you jelly on toast.)

Details include: 

-Changing and checking diapers

-Feeding and napping at appropriate times

-Obliterating anyone who dares to harm Charlie or make her cry 

-Entertaining her and keeping her away from that blasted thing called a television

-Keeping me, your boss (and overlord and King of Hell) updated on every activity she does

-Schedule appointments and calls accordingly

-And anything else I ask you because I said so

Contact the number below to get in touch with me, Lucifer Morningstar, to schedule an interview today! 

666-666-6666

Lucifer had to read it once, twice, before he managed to dig up some fuzzy memory from about at least four months ago. 

He remembered it in pieces; how exhausted he was as he tried to cope with the loss of his wife and the sudden gain of a child; his madness as he tried his best to coax Charlie into sleep, even as she refused and wailed; his internal grief as he tried to understand what to do or how to do it. 

He had summoned a succubus and demanded that they put up all of his haphazardly made fliers all around hell. In complete honesty, he had forgotten all about it as soon as the papers disappeared from his desk, as Charlie had proceeded to vomit over his button-up and was wailing again. She'd developed a fever and the night had dissolved into a frenzy to better her as quickly as possible. 

He hadn't expected anyone to read the flier, much less even give it a second thought, and his horns and tail slowly disappeared as he pushed aside the paper and glared at the demon who dared to show up right at his doorstep. 

The demon was a sinner. He had a soul unlike the hellborne, and seemed to enjoy it, too. He grinned too widely and seemed way too into the dress-red-for-Hell theme, and when he spoke, his voice crackled with the poor frequency of an old timey radio as he said, “well hello to you, my liege! I suppose I might have troubled you this morning, but I’m here about your curious job offer!” 

“Why are you here at all?” Lucifer snapped, balancing Charlie on his hip and bouncing her when she began to fuss. She drooled on the lapel of his jacket, but as long as she wasn't crying, that was fine by him, so he allowed her to continue as he snarled, “the flier says to call me at the number on the bottom! Are you as blind as you are disobedient?” 

The demon's grin widened just by a fraction of an inch, and he bent down into a deep, sarcastic bow. “My apologies, Your Majesty. That was not an oversight on my part; I just don't have a fondness for those… things.” 

“Things?” 

“Cellphones,” the demon said slowly, like the word was clunky and ill-fitting in his mouth. He rubbed his chin with clawed fingers in thought and said, “I'm rather old fashioned, you could say, and those little devices with their tiny buttons are beyond my time.” 

“Huh,” Lucifer grunted, less than a little interested in whatever the demon was saying. He had most of his attention on Charlie, who was now gnawing on his finger with her gums, and he said, “yeah, whatever you say, grandpa. If you want an interview then come in. But touch anything and I'll kill you.” 

“I wouldn't dream of it, sire!” The demon trilled happily as he stepped over the threshold and, bizarrely enough, summoned a microphone staff and used it like a cane. 

This demon was an unusual one, even among Lucifer's bunch of vile and annoying little shits he called his subjects, and he wondered if he made a mistake letting him in as he pointed at the now broken pieces of the door and said, “that's your first question. If you really aren't illiterate and you read that flier, then you know I don't want some useless little wimp. Show me how powerful you are and then I'll - “ 

Magic swelled in the air like a sudden puff of air, and Lucifer blinked as the door was suddenly fixed and placed back on its hinges. Why, the smug asshole even decorated the damn thing with little carvings of microphones all around the edges. 

“You didn't let me finish,” Lucifer snarled. 

“No need to, Your Majesty,” the demon said, looking rather pleased with his handiwork as he observed the wood. “What kind of assistant would I be if I couldn't at least predict your basic wants or needs?” 

Lucifer stared, tilting his head slightly.

The demon didn’t say the words in contempt. In fact, he seemed excited about it, which further solidified the idea that he was a weirdo. 

Lucifer was the leader of the Pride Ring, after all, so he was excellent at evoking hilarious reactions by poking at people's sensitive prides, but this demon didn't seem at all offended over the demeaning job of being an assistant. 

And to think a powerful demon like this existed at all… his magic from just now was similarly no joke. It was the kind of stuff that tingled across Lucifer's skin and nearly down his back and to his wings, which rustled restlessly when he thought too hard about it. 

He always had them tucked away for several reasons, but to think a sinner had the ability to create enough power to have him move even a single feather was… impressive. 

It was impressive and he was annoyed about it, which probably showed on his face as he clicked his tongue and said, “show off. Fine. Charlie has to have breakfast now, so come on.” 

Lucifer ignored the way the demon's smile crinkled at the edges as he turned on his heel and marched to the kitchen. 

It pinched the edge of his mind to see just how destroyed the place was. Various toys, baby contraptions, clothes, and uneaten food littered the place. 

It also smelled vaguely like baby powder and oil, and Lucifer himself probably looked like an actual disaster with how his hair was unkempt and he hadn't changed his clothes in three days, but he was too tired to care as he stepped over a mountain of stuffed animals. 

The kitchen was no less of a messy tornado than the living room, but at least the high-top was clean. 

Lucifer cooed to his daughter as she kicked her legs and squealed in delight when he lifted her into the air and kissed her bare belly, distracting her from destroying yet another piece of furniture. 

“She doesn't like sitting,” Lucifer sing-songed, keeping his voice as high-pitched and sweet as possible while slowly starting to lower her into the cushion of the chair. “But as long as you keep her distracted, she can do it with minimum fuss! Right, Charlie? Right, starshine? My wonderful wittie bittie girl, look how good you are!” 

Lucifer let out a huge, admittedly rather relieved sigh when she let her chubby legs stick through the opening of the high-too while she bashed her tiny fists onto the table. She only made small, little displeased noises when he tied a bib around her neck and she blew a raspberry, but that was it. 

This was turning out to be a great morning, then. 

“Go on,” Lucifer said, turning around and crossing his arms as he tried to look as intimidating as possible. It was then that he realized the demon was at least a foot taller than him; the audacity! “Feed her. That's your second question; if you really want this job, you should know how to take care of a baby.” 

“Hmm,” the demon hummed. He didn't seem at all perturbed by the hostility nor the near harassment of demands, and he merely waltzed over to the fridge, opening it and bending at the waist to observe what was inside. 

After only a moment of looking, he reached in and grabbed several apples, all bright red and crisp. He took care to avoid any of the ones with spots on them, Lucifer realized, and the demon whistled a cheery tune as he juggled four apples easily and then threw them all up at once. 

He snapped his fingers and a blender popped into existence, taking the fruits with ease and floating in the air as it blended them into a sauce. 

“There,” he said, smug and satisfied as the blender poured out several mini jars of perfectly liquified apples. “Nutritious and well-processed to avoid any chunks.” 

“Anyone can blend apples, smarta - smarty-pants,” Lucifer snapped. “I mean feed her. I don't give a shi - crud if you’re powerful and if you've read every single parenting book in the realm. If she doesn't like you, I’ll crush you here and now.” 

That was the barest truth of all of this. Lucifer was the most powerful of them all, could destroy any single one of them into dust if he truly wanted, so what did it matter if this single demon was slightly stronger than average? 

All demons had the potential to grow just as much as he had, but Lucifer didn’t give a flying rat's ass about that. It simply boiled down to if Charlie liked them. 

He refused to have someone be her caretaker if she hated them. She needed love, warmth, compassion - all the things no regular demon could give. She deserved those things, and Lucifer had already given his whole heart to her, but he knew it wasn't enough. 

For the first time since he got there, the demon hesitated. His smile waned only by a centimeter, but it was noticeable enough, and he eyed Charlie apprehensively. 

After another second of contemplation, he approached her slowly, and Lucifer watched from only a few feet away, his wings threatening to burst out of his back from how tense he was. 

He didn't know this demon, couldn't trust him as far as he could throw him, and if there was even the slightest chance that he would hurt Charlie, Lucifer had to intervene and make him eat his own intestines. 

Luckily, the demon didn't do such a thing. 

He set aside his microphone, leaning it against the counter, and he bent slightly so that he was eye-level with the baby. 

Charlie gurgled, a noise of curiosity more than apprehension or fear, and she drooled a little as she stared at him and blinked in question when he curled a finger and a jar of applesauce floated towards him. 

“Your Highness, although I know it must be very early in the morning for you, it's imperative to a young demon's health to eat well in order to grow and ascend to their rightful place,” the demon said. “In your case, it's your throne. It would be a tremendous help if you didn't make a fuss.” 

Lucifer watched in bewilderment. 

This man talked to his Charlie like she could understand a word that he just said. On good days, she could comprehend basic commands of no or stop , but that was the absolute limit. 

She didn't even know what her hands were, or had any sort of object permanence! How could this stupid demon expect her to understand any of that? 

But instead of flinging applesauce into his face like Lucifer expected, Charlie merely popped her lips, grumbled for a few seconds, and then opened her mouth obediently. 

Lucifer's jaw dropped as the demon laughed from his throat. 

“Well done, Princess,” the demon said, his eyes crescent-shaped from how pleased he was. He even spoon-fed her with his hand, not his magic, and he continued to speak like she was a grown woman instead of a baby who dribbled most of the applesauce down her chin and to her bib. “You are exceeding my expectations already. I have no doubt you will continue to do so.” 

He hummed as she continued to eat, slowly making her way through the jar of fruit. Anytime some of the sauce spilled out of the corner of her lips, he patiently wiped it away with a summoned handkerchief, and he even allowed her to grip onto one of his fingers as he fed her. 

Charlie loved grabbing things. It was her way of seeking comfort or validation when she was doing something new, and she had never eaten apples before this. She always loved to tug on Lucifer's hair or his clothes with an iron grip, but she seemed completely at ease as she licked at the spoon and smiled gummily at the demon when he tutted. 

“Your Highness, etiquette is important to proper young ladies like yourself,” he said, but his voice was gentle and not admonishing as he rubbed at her cheek again with his napkin. She beamed at the touch and giggled. “Yes, yes. You are forgiven. Now, let's make sure you don't regret your breakfast, shall we?” 

Before Lucifer even had a chance to say anything, the demon scooped Charlie up and out of her chair. Her legs kicked like she always did whenever she realized she was about to be carried, and she snuggled against his shoulder as he properly secured her to his chest and began patting her back. 

He was burping her. 

He had managed to feed her, soothe her, indulge her habit of grabbing things, and he was now burping her. 

Lucifer felt like a puppet whose strings were just cut as he sagged suddenly against the counter and had to grip it tightly to make sure he didn't crumble to the ground. 

For the first time ever since Charlie's birth, he had a moment of freedom, a moment to breathe, and he inhaled deeply as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair and hysterically thought to himself that he now had a chance to shower.

“Demon,” he commanded as best as he could, but it really sounded like he was on the brink of toppling over as he continued to watch the pair. 

“Hmm?” The demon replied, never stopping as he continued to pat Charlie's back while walking in a circle, bouncing slightly with each step so she wouldn't grow bored. 

“Your name,” Lucifer said. 

The demon grinned at him. It was a disturbing smile, really, and Lucifer had half the mind to wipe it off his smug little face for daring to look so triumphant, but he refrained. 

After all, the demon seemed to understand the hidden meaning of his question, and when he spoke, his voice crackled at the edges of his pleasure as he bowed slightly and said, “Alastor.” 

“Well, Alastor,” Lucifer said, hauling himself up to his feet and trying to blink away the spots in his eyes. “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”

Alastor purred. 

“I look forward to working with you, Your Majesty.” 

#radioapple #appleradio #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #alastor #charlie morningstar #resist much obey little

[polyacotarweek]

Day 5 Masterlist: Favorite Tropes

Fanfic:

"did something bad (why's it feel so good?)" by @thesistersarcheron (Eluzriel)

"The Fawn of Prythian, Ch 4-6" by @witch-and-her-witcher (Eluzriel)

"Star-kissed Night Beneath My Wings" by @starfall-spirit (Feyre X Bat Boys)

"A Dance Named Starlight" by @chunkypossum (Nerissian)

"The Siren's Song" by @nocasdatsgay (Nessriel)

"Wingspans" by @tsunami-of-tears (OC X Cazriel)

"Romance" by @littlestw01f (OC X Rhysand X Eris)

"Mister Grumpy Pantses" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Azris)

"Omega Ours: Part 1" by @mrs-illyrian-baby (Reader X Nessian)

"Just This Once...Right?" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Rhyssian)

Fanart & Miscellaneous

"Amarantha/Tamlin/Rhysand" by @copypastus (Not CNM)

"Cold Feet, Autumn Fae, Only One Bed" headcanon with moodboard by @acourtofladydeath (BOE, Lucien X Vassa X Jurian)

If your creation is missing or you see an issue with the masterlist, please reach out to the blog so we can rectify it!

#acotar #acotar fanfic #acotar x reader #eluzriel #nessian x reader #poly+acotarweek2024 #poly+acotarweek2024 d5 #poly!acotar #feyre x bat boys #nerissian #nessriel #cazriel x oc #cazriel #oc x rhysand x eris #azris x reader #rhyssian x reader #amarantha x tamlin x rhysand #lucien x vassa x jurian #band of exiles #boe #the band of exil #the band of exiles #azriel #azriel acotar #cassian #cassian acotar #rhysand #rhysand acotar #elain archeron #feyre archeron

[windsweptinred]

Metamorphosis

(Part 3... Atleast two more parts to come 🙈)

Part 1, Part 2

The Dreaming had stopped. There was no other word for it. Above, the clouds danced and drifted to an artistic halt. Below, the burning embers of chaos stopped their consuming crawl. It appeared like an unending painting. Part fantastical, part macabre, captured on canvas. In Hob's arms, its little king in waiting sagged. Fine features smoothing, muscles softening, as he gently sank into a peaceful rest. 

Hob looked to Dream inquiringly, who shook his head in bewilderment. Not his doing then. He turned to Death who shrugged her shoulders mystified, though her gaze was sharp, alert, glancing hither and there. Like prey, Hob thought. Checking its way was free of jeopardy. 

He passed Daniel carefully to Dream, who took him tenderly, ever so gently rocking his charge. And stood, casting his gaze about the realm from their high vantage point. Nothing… nothing moved, time had seemingly frozen mid breath. 

"We hail you, Father."

Hob spun on his heel, arms raised defensively. His body instinctively forming a protective shield over Dream and Daniel. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dream's eyes widen, before he pulled the boy further into his embrace, one hand curled loosely about his head, nails elongating and sharpening, like a snake baring its fangs. Behind them, he heard  the sounds of  great wings unfurling. Good, Death had taken the rear. The Dream's sandwiched between them. 

Before them stood three women, Hob, recognised instantly from the tales Dream had wove for him on quiet nights. Mother, Maiden and Crone. Yet this was not fate before him, this was fury and retribution. Smoke and grime clung to their skin like grotesque war paint. Blood dripping from their fingers like scarlet talons. This was carnage, bloodshed and frenzy. This was Dream's judge, jury and executioner… Ravenous for their pound of flesh. 

Hob's blood thrummed with adrenaline and rage. "You! What have you done?" 

They cackled in unison, a jarring sound with no warmth to it. It set his nerves on edge.

"We do nothing, All Life." 

"All Time." 

"You wish this to stop? Make it so."

"You will not mock him! Those are our father's titles, and you shall use them with more reverence than to deride a man you are not fit to look upon." 

Hob turned to Dream, shocked at the venom in his voice. His lips were twisted into a growl, fangs sharpening. 

"Father's,  lover's …" 

"Both, neithers…" 

"But always so." 

Dream's head reared with a snap, mouth set in a violent snarl. Darkness bled from iris, through his pupil, until his eyes were a pitch, fathomless black. Starlight pinpricks flaring in the centre like a nova. 

"Desist talking in riddles you harpies!"

They let out another hideous cackle. Hob's anger soared. For once, he wished he was more than mere flesh and bone, more than human…So he might have the power to smother them.

"Harpies are we? So cruel, landless king." 

"You wound us, once of the seven."

"Mind your tongue, Dream no longer, lest we rip it from you." 

Dream made to rise, before stopping short, looking down at Daniel. The sudden movement had caused the youth's head to slip from Dream's shoulder and now it lay on his chest, nose nestled into Dream's breast. He watched as Dream took a deep intake of  breath, expression calming. Before resettling on the ground, Daniel cradled protectively in his arms. Glaring fiercely at the Fates. Hob felt something primal surge through him at the sight. 

"Look at him snarl, look at him coo." 

"With babe in arms." 

"What a sweet, fierce mother."

Dream's eyes turned to deadly slits and Hob mentally prepared to throw his everything into halting the charge of an enraged Endless, all righteous vengeance and protective bloodlust. Child still wrapped to breast, like a glorious trib warrior of legend. Until two great wings came down, wrapping about  Dream and his gleaming ward. Like the old nativity scenes, Hob thought in passing. Of blessed mother, sacred child and divine angel. 

And oh, what wings! A kaleidoscopic array of colours, casting rainbow hues as a crystal refracts light. All about her sang with life and vibrancy in their presence. Then, with a shift of their feathers, they were immense, dark windows to the universe. Utterly devoid of all light, pulling forth energy from everything that surrounded her, as if she bore two black holes at her back. 

This was truly the second child of Night and Time. All existence, yet absolute absence of life. They crossed in front of Dream, to guard or to barricade, Hob could not rightly say. 

"Dream, cool your temper brother. Do not let them goad you. Be careful."

"Yes, do be careful. Not like sister Death."

"You're one to talk, mistress of cradle and grave."

"Look at what your mishap has wrought."

Death swept back her wings, flaring them out tall, proud, imperious. How many painted Michael's, Gabriel's and Raphael's hand stolen her likeness? Yet come nowhere near close to capturing her splendour.

"I will be your death one day, Great Ladies," she warned. Tone unusually foreboding. "Do not seek to play games with me."

The Fates looked upon her, unabashed. Maiden, pitying, Mother, knowingly, Crone, gleeful. 

"Death of all indeed." 

"Death, sibling slayer." 

"Death, parent butcher." 

Death flinched back violently, as if struck, posture curling inwards. The crone stepped forward, pointing a finger, gore covered and gnarled towards Hob. 

"Filled him up with too much time, didn't you dear? Were you foolish enough to believe there would be no repercussions? "

Death looked to Hob, staring at him intensely. The kind of penetrating stare you could feel against the hairs of your skin. A stare that seeped through him like vapours, clawing its way down his nose and mouth, stealing away his breath. Flooding down his throat in torrents, making him gag and splutter. Down, down it travelled. Along veins, sinew and marrow. Filling every crack and crevice, until it finally every inch of him sang and screamed. Then out through every pore it fled, back to the eyes of Death. Who swayed on her feet, once, twice, before regaining her bearings somewhat, gazing at Hob with a look of pure astonishment. 

"All this time?" She croaked. "I felt him ebb, I felt another flow. And I searched. Yet there you were in, the whole time in plain sight."

Hob felt his head fill with static. "Death have pity, for pete's sake! What are you talking about?!" 

"There is a reason I do not withhold my gift from mortals often. For a life without death, is no blessing… But a curse. Oh you shall live forever, immortal, undying. But I cannot halt the march of time. You will continue to grow old, age, your body will decay about you ... .Unless, I ask a boon of our Father." 

"Please keep him young. " 

"Please keep him fair." 

"Please keep my brother from despair." 

Then, the Fates were upon him, circling like wolves closing in on wounded prey. Salivating at its dred. He twisted and pivoted, trying to keep track of their movements. But it was futile. One went, another appeared in her place. To his right, to his left, infront, behind. His heart pounded… Thud. The Maiden, fair but fickle. Thud. The Mother, warm but grasping. Thud. The Crone, wise but cruel. 

"And Time fed you, unworthy mortal." 

"Heartily took the teat didn't you?" 

"Greedy human, took and took and took." 

"Took too much, gluttonous childe."

"Full to the brim, overflowing with life." 

"Poor old Time. " 

"Left him waning, while you waxed." 

Hob back away from them, head swimming, "I didn't.. I… Please, I don't understand any of this?" 

Death lifted her head, sending him a look, part sympathy, part contrition. "Oh Hob. It will all make sense, when the time comes." 

"The time can go fuck itself off Tower Bridge!" 

A strange sound, out of place amongst the tension, rang through the air. All eyes shot to Dream, who sat, head thrown back in unrestrained, near hysterical laughter. 

"Oh ladies. This is his divine retribution for loving me? Then you have grown soft in your dottage." He smirked smugly at the Fates. 

"You think robbing him of humanity shall break his spirit? No. You see before you a man who rejoices in the time. Every second of it! The good and the bad. The nostalgic memories of time past, the everyday wonders of time lived. The hopeful potential of time to come. He doesn't waste a minute of it! He respects and revels in time." Dream looked to Hob, features aglow with pride and adoration. "He shall embrace its dominion and make a masterpiece of it."

He shook his head disparaging, seemingly both amused and despairing of himself. " How did I not see it?" 

Rising elegantly, despite carrying the burden of Daniel's unconscious form. Dream stood, head raised proudly, eyes aflame. Shining with absolutely certainty. King no longer he may be, thought Hob. But here still stands a monarch born. 

Dream passed  Daniel carefully to Death. Gazing tenderly at the youth with a serene smile. He stroked a finger through the  white curls, then learnt closer, whispering, as if not to wake him from his slumber. "How lucky you shall be, little Dream, to have such a guiding hand."

Turning he threw a haughty, disdainful look at the ominous trio. "You wish to wound me, by tearing me away? Well you do not! For I am content in the knowledge my siblings will be cherished and protected. I rejoice that I leave sweet Dream and kind Time behind me. And know creation will be all the better for it!"

Oh, Hob thought. You brave, glorious, kind creature. We do not deserve you. 

Dream turned to Hob, features softening at once as he took a step, then a half stride, half run towards him. Hob opened his arms, capturing him, drawing him into a tight embrace. He tucked his nose into Dream's hair, breathing in the familiar, grounding scent. 

" I do not wish to be Time. He can take it back! "

Dream ran soothing hands over Hob's arms, shushing compassionately. Hob's heart flooded with shame. Here was Dream on the brink of death. So courageous in the face of it. And he was offering comfort to Hob, with life and power incomprehensible ahead of him. 

"I know. I know my love. But you have no more choice in this than young Daniel does. Are no more to blame then he is for any of this." 

Taking Hob's face in his hands, Dream  looked at him, eyes full to the brim with admiration and affection. 

"But oh my darling, you shall be glorious!"

Hob exhaled, part bitter huff, part sob.. leaning his brow upon Dream's. "I just wanted you Dream."

"Dream no longer." 

"The King is Dead." 

"Dream lays in Death's arms." 

"All Hail the Boy King." 

"Be silent, you vicious hags!" Dream hissed vehemently. 

Pulling back enough to properly look into Hob's eyes, Dream beamed at him. Hob clenched his eyes shut, clutching tighter at his slim hips. He couldn't bear the sight of  Dream's compassion, Dream's strength, Dream's hope. Not when he knew its bittersweet intent. He'd tried, he'd tried so hard to save him. He had failed. This was goodbye. 

"Remember me" 

A kiss was placed on one cheek, 

"My pride in you"

Then the other. 

"My love for you."

A devotional kiss to his lips. 

"Teach them as you taught me. That they have so much to live for." 

Be brave for him. He took Dream by the shoulders, taking in every part of him. Frantic to burn the sight of him to his thoughts for all time. Running his hands across neck, face, through his dark locks before holding him about the jaw, thumbs running along sharp cheekbones. Memorising those eyes… Those eyes. Who could compare to you? I shall never love another. I will wait for you. I have waited before, I will wait again… until we find each other.

He leaned in, and tried to pour everything he had ever felt, everything he would continue to feel, into their last kiss. 

…....

"We hail you, Dark Mother" 

Dream sprung away from Hob's embrace. They were no longer on their high perch, overlooking his realm, but now stood on the shores of creation. The skies above were that of midnight, causing the dark sands and waters to take on an even inker hue. As if all about them was night sky. Glancing frantically about, he sort his sister and successor with alarm. "Daniel, Death?!" 

"Do not fear for them love. This fate is not theirs to share." There was the Maid, expression almost affectionate. 

Hob placed an arm about his shoulders, pulling him close. "Why have you brought us here?" 

The Fates, stains of slaughter now gone, an adopted air of sageness now present. Stood observing them. 

"The wheel has turned."

"Once maiden…" 

" Fickle, flighty. Always chasing whims and wishes."

" Now mother…" 

"Loving, protective, selfless." 

"What?" 

The mother gestured to Dream. "Change always comes with sacrifice. We fail, we fall, we learn. Some. Slower than others.." She cast a critical eye at Dream. Who would have baulked in offence, if he did not accept the truth of it. 

Hob's face contorted with anger. "So all this cruelty, was what? A test?!" 

The Fates stared back impassionately. 

"Fate is cruel." 

"Life is cruel." 

"Time is cruel." 

Hob stared down at them, serious and commanding. "I am not." To Dream, it sounded like a promise, a pledge. He leaned into Hob's side. My tender hearted man.

The Crone stepped forward, nodding at Dream with an unaffected air. 

"You wish to keep him?"

Hob's hold tightened about him. "Oh yes."

The Mother shook her head at them in exasperation. 

"Then do it! Foolish boy."

"Where there is Time, there must be Night."

"Order, Chaos" 

"Life, Unlife" 

"Father, Mother" 

The Maiden smiled sweetly at them. 

"And found your Night, long ago, did you not?" 

The air around them filled with sounds, oh so familiar of centuries past.

"Did I hear you say you have no intention of dying?"

"Err, yeah, yeah that's right."  

"So do you still wish to live?"  

"I've got so much to live for."  

"Then I shall take my leave of you and prove you wrong. "

"I'll be here… In 100 years… And if you are too.."  

"You're late."

"I've heard it's impolite to keep one's friends waiting."

"Find him."

"Name him." 

"Claim him."

And then, they were gone…

.......

"Me?" 

Dream gazed blankly at the dark sand below his boots. The grains were beginning to shift under his weight. A slight breeze blew in from the waters, sending them drifting. Time was gradually returning to the Dreaming it seemed. He twitched his fingers, calling it forth. It rose lethargically, twisting and furling about him in intrinsic patterns, before slowly, almost reluctantly drifting from its master. Swirling back to settle on the dunes below, laying in rest for the command of its new lord. He looked then to the skies, the stars twinkled back shly, as if unsure if it was yet appropriate to greet their new little master. The transition was not complete then.  

"Me?" 

He pondered on all that had gone before. Look at you, shining like a star. The stars… They're singing… This has never happened before. The knowledge settled about him. Yes, him…It had always been so. Had it always been so? Father had always lamented he had too much of his mother in him. Was that why mother had clung so hard to him? Had she known, deep down. Looked at him and saw her end. 

He felt Hob caress his cheek and looked up into bright eyes, shining almost golden like a sun, despite the darkness. And that smile, that smile that had lit his way for centuries. 

"Who else would it be?" 

With an elated laugh, Hob lifted him by the waist, twirling him about in the air. "Then the most beautiful, wonderful being in the world."

Dream let out an overjoyed shriek before  Hob settled him against his stomach, arms still wrapped tightly about him, holding him off the ground. Dream grasped at his hair, pulling him into an ardent kiss, then another. Then another. 

Breaking apart, Hob quirked a brow at him mischievously, before asking, "Did I hear you say, you had no wish to leave me?" 

Dream laughed, before smiling widely. "Yes, that is right." 

Hob fought back a grin, before adopting a smug, haughty expression. "Then you must tell me what it is like." 

Dream rolled his eyes at the impression, then captured Hob's mouth in another kiss. The events of the past day poured through his mind. He was free, he was free! Free to live, free to love, free to love Hob, forever. No one could ever again forbid his happiness. 

Hob set him down, arms still tight about him. He looked at Dream like he'd received every answer to every prayer he'd ever begged for. 

'My once Dream… My beautiful Darkness…my Night'.

(Uff, that was a roller-coaster to write! Rubs hands together gleefully. Next up... The transformation!)

#dreamling #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #daniel!dream #daniel hall #death of the endless #the fates #the sandman #Tumblr fic #the sandman fanfic

[confuchan]

Seventeen Recs (updated: dec. 2, 2022)

Warnings usually left by authors at beginning of each

My warnings just in case (I hope these make sense): ⤵

♨ - contains nsfw in story         🔞 - just nsfw

💖 - my faves   (Some fave writers tagged at bottom also)

Series (Multi-part fics) / OT13 Masterlists

My Heart By Your Side Forever - Masterlist💖 ~ soulmate au, OT13

And The Universe Said, - Masterlist ~ soulmate au, OT13

Under The Sun - Masterlist ~ darl+ing inspired au, OT13(?)

Spookteen Halloween Collab Masterlist

SVT Hub Camboys Collab Masterlists: Hyung Line, Maknae Line ~ (Some are also linked separately below) 💖

A Thousand Starlights - Masterlist

S. Coups

Boundaries of Fate: Ch.1♨, BOF: Ch.2 (feat. Dino) ~ historical au

Push It Down (sooner or later it all comes out)♨, Part 2🔞, Part 3♨, Part 4 (♨?), Part 5💖 ~ camboy au (Part of SVT Hub Collab)

Terrifyingly Innocent - Masterlist💖 ~ brother’s best friend au, college au

Hoshi

Love Hard - Masterlist ~ text au, college au

A Tiger’s Dominion [1]🔞, Part [2] ~ camboy au, college au, bestfriends/idiots au (Part of SVT Hub Collab)

Mingyu

My Daisy - Masterlist💖 ~ single dad!mingyu

Sweet Night - Masterlist ~ business au

Vernon

Two Minus One - Masterlist💖 ~ sm au (has spin-off: You May Not Kiss The Bride)

Dino

Retracing Steps🔞, RS: Alt ending+bonus♨ 💖

And They Were Roommates🔞, Part 2♨, Part 3♨ 💖 ~ camboy au (Part of SVT Hub Collab)

Fics (5k+ words)

Joshua

Plus One♨ ~ 10.3k

Mingyu

Love Me Out Loud ~ 14.6k

It’s All Fun And Games♨💖 ~ 8.6k

Dino

Pansy💖 ~ 7.4k, childhood friends au, brother’s best friend au

Scored!💖 ~ 12.4k, college au

Ten Dates: Unmatched♨💖 ~ 17.9k

Bitchless♨💖 ~ 7.2k, roommate au

Oneshots (1k-5k words)

S. Coups

Remind Me💖 ~ 2.7k

Fatherly Instincts♨ ~ 2.7k

Wonwoo

Your Games Suck🔞 ~ 2.7k+

Apple Cider🔞 ~ 2.2k

Woozi

-ˋˏliveˎˊ-💖 ~ 1.24k

Mingyu

The Perils of Apartment Living🔞 ~ 2.8k

Do I Want to Hit You or Do I Just Want You?🔞💖 ~ 3.9k, e2L au

Dino

Strawberry Shortcake💖 ~ 3.4k

Worth A Shot ~ 1k+

You May (Not) Kiss the Bride💖 ~ 1.1k (spin-off of Two Minus One sm au)

Ride🔞💖 ~ 1.2k

Alien Remnants in Society: Lee Jung Chan Findings💖 ~ 2.7k (Part of Spookteen Collab)

That Shirt🔞 ~ 1.9k

Down in the Valley🔞 ~ 1.2k

Act of Service🔞💖 ~ 1.1k

i love you the mostie🔞💖 ~ 2.5k

now that i’ve got a taste🔞 ~ 1.3k

Concealed Zippers🔞💖 ~ 3.4k

Blue (feat. DK)🔞 ~ 1k+

Drabbles (under 1k words)

S. Coups

(reaction to jealousy drabble) ~ 355

(stranger S. Coups hookup drabble)💖 ~ 495

Hoshi

My Things and Yours💖 ~ 850

Mingyu

Corn-y ~ 765

Still Tired?🔞 ~ 500

[16:37]💖 ~ 330

(app controlled vibrator Mingyu makeout)🔞💖 ~ 365

Dino

Paris in the Rain ~ 380

Dino Day💖 ~ 432

6:16💖 ~ 150

(camboy blurb)🔞 ~ 420

Texture🔞 ~ 800

Gym w/ Hoshi🔞 ~ ??? words

Reactions / Scenarios / Misc.

Overheated drabble🔞 ~ Dino

Top 3 members to lose your virginity to & why ~ Joshua, Hoshi, Dino

Love is in the little things ~ perf. unit💖

Sweaty Makeout Seshes ~ perf. unit💖

Making Out ~ hip hop unit

Kisses With Seventeen ~ perf. unit

Pickup Lines ~ maknae line

Incorrect Quote (DN & SK)

Incorrect Quote (MG & MH)

Incorrect Quote (VN & SC)💖

Reaction - S/O Performs Their Part in Their Song ~ perf. unit

Headcanon - Bubble Bath With S/O ~ perf. unit

Tinder Bios ~ hyung line

Mingyu as First Time Dad💖

Seventeen First Dates💖

What would drunk sex w/ SVT be like (♨?)

SVT - How members tease to rile their S/O up

SVT Reaction - His Innocent S/O Reading Smut of Him

SVT Reaction - S/O Having Thick Thighs

SVT Reaction - Dirty Minded S/O

SVT - MTL to get so emotionally overwhelmed during sex that they accidentally say "I love you"

SVT - MTL to leave hickies all over your thighs

SVT - Who has game & Who is bitchless💖

SVT - nicknames for S/O

SVT as Dads💖

SVT Dumb Shower Habits💖

SVT as Bottoms (🔞?)

I also wanted to tag some of my favorite writers that have written some of the things in this list or that I’ll add things from later. Definitely check them all out, as well as all the other writes behind these works.

@bitchlessdino @huiranghaes @dontflailmenow @twogyuu @milfgyuu @onlymingyus @sluttywonwoo​ @sluttyminghao @venerex @fallinwoozi @rubyreduji @thepixelelf @februaryflowers​ @wooahaes​ @multi-kpop-fanfics

#svt fic #svt smut #seventeen fic #seventeen smut #svt #seventeen #seventeen dino #seventeen chan #lee chan #lee dino

[mono-blogs-art]

Revue Starlight Sports Festival Draft!

As you know, the big Stage Girl Sports Festival Revival will take place in February - literally just a full day event of the various cast members of Revue Starlight (from anime, game, and stage plays) will participate in a funky pretend-highschool sports festival. Today the full teams were decided via draft stream!

The team leaders had previously been announced:

Koyama Momoyo (Aijo Karen, Seisho) - Yellow Team "ZERO" Tomita Maho (Tendo Maya, Seisho) - Blue Team "This is..." Nomoto Hotaru (Yukishiro Akira, Siegfeld) - Red Team "HOT" Nanaki Kanon (Yanagi Koharu, Seiran) - Green Team "shuThuarunomi" (集中あるのみ; "sTay focused")

Also quite funny to me that 3 of the team leaders (all but Maho) are former Sera Myu performers... the Sailor Moon squad has taken over

As is tradition at this point, ensemble member Jinko Moe is the MC for this stream and explains the rules. In the first two rounds, all leaders are free to pick 1 stage girl of their chosing per round from the roster as their top picks. If any chose the same person, they will have to decide by draft - the loser can then choose freely again. After round 2, all other rounds are chosen by draft completely by luck. We already knew not all cast members are going to be there so not every stage girl is available for chosing. Suzuko Mimori (Hikari), Emiri Kato (Tsukasa) and Shiina Hekiru (Souda-sensei) are going to be the MCs at the event, so they won't be participating as athletes either. Also, Tsukui Minami (Suzu) and Kobayashi Yuka (Yakumo-sensei) are a "2 for 1" deal, as they won't be able to make the whole event (iirc).

Team Zero's name is the most easily explained. Moyo gets a lot of praise from her colleagues and chat for her genius team logo design. The E is a crown with tomato jewels... I'm in awe

Maho explains the pronunciation of her team: The "..." is performed dramatically with the eyes, like the above. Lol

Nossan's design of course features Hot-kun, Akira's favourite food & beloved plushie. The Hot-kun icon is actually the inside of a chili, not a sun. Apparently.

Kanon struggled quite a bit with finding a team name, and after consulting with the other leaders in their Line chat group, she wanted a good Koharu line as the team name. Koharu's "うるさい." ("Shut up.") came to mind, but she thought that was too rude for a team name, so shuchuarunomi it became. She placed a big T (position zero!) for the "ch" sound. Complicated, but clever.

Time for drawing the teams! In round 1, everyone is asked to present their top picks for their team.

Moyo's is: MATSUZAWA! Aka Matsuzawa Kanon, who plays Shiro from Siegfeld Middle School!

Maho's is the one and only Sato Hinata - student council president of Seisho herself, Hoshimi Junna.

Nossan's top pick is: Ikuta Teru of Futaba fame!! And funnily enough...

Kanon's pick is also Teru!!! She even drew a tiny Ponzu (Teru's dog) to sway the public. The crowd goes wild. They have to let fate decide who wins over Teru for their team, and Nossan comes out on top. So Kanon gets to choose again, and her next free pick is Haruchan! Aka her fellow Photon Maiden bestie, Iwata Haruki of Mahiru fame.

Time for round 2, and last round of free picks! Again, Moyo goes first.

Moyo's second pick is Saeki Iori, who plays Rinmeikan's Yuyuko!

Maho's second pick is Sasaki Mikoi aka Mikoron, Shizuha of Frontier!

Nossan's next pick is Koizumi Moeka aka Moepii, who plays the one and only Banana! Complaints from the other leaders are heard for her making her team too strong. Lol. We'll see about that.

Kanon's pick is Kuge Kokoro of the Siegfeld Middle Schoolers, who plays Minku! No overlaps this time, so everyone gets their first pick!

The next picks are all made by random draft, so it's really just up to luck. Kanon is praying to get at least one other Seiran member for her heart. Everyone is praying not to get Aiai (lmao). Kanon manages to draw Tsumutsumu, another Photon Maiden member, making it a 3/4 for her team (with the fourth PM member, Hinata, sitting in Maho's team). For Nossan, she manages to draw two people very close to her - Ozaki Yuka (Michiru) and Kadoyama Yoko (Hisame), two of Akira's girlfriends. Moyo gets both of the Yumeoji siblings. Maho gets to draw her bestie's wife, KDHR. Kanon's wish is fulfilled by drawing the 2for1 duo of Minami&Kobayashi, her fellow Seirans. The crowd goes wild when Nossan draws Aiai, her team being declared the noisiest for sure (they're not wrong, this will be utter chaos).

Final distribution:

Yellow Team "Zero": Koyama Momoyo (leader; Karen), Matsuzawa Kanon (Shiro), Saeki Iori (Yuyuko), Tono Hikaru (Shiori), Fukagawa Ruka (Ryoko), Kurachi Reo (Fumi)

Blue Team "This is...": Tomita Maho (leader; Maya), Sato Hinata (Junna), Sasaki Mikoi (Shizuha), Ito Ayasa (Kaoruko), Kudo Haruka (Yachiyo), Takeuchi Yume (Mei Fan)

Red Team "HOT": Nomoto Hotaru (leader; Akira), Ikuta Teru (Futaba), Koizumi Moeka (Nana), Ozaki Yuka (Michiru), Kadoyama Yoko (Hisame), Aiba Aina (Claudine)

Green Team "shuThuarunomi": Nanaki Kanon (leader; Koharu), Iwata Haruki (Mahiru), Kuge Kokoro (Minku), Tsumugi Risa (Rui), Sato Yuria (Kuina), Tsukui Minami (Suzu) & Kobayashi Yuka (Yakumo-sensei)

Info & Graphics can be found on the official Revstar twt , the stream was archived so you can watch the shenanigans yourself here!

#revue starlight #i just had fun watching this stream and wanted to do a write-up. nothing more. #sorry if there are any glaring mistakes... #seiyuu #video #butai shoujo dai-undoukai #personally i think team HOT will win. that line-up is crazy. #but also team ZERO very strong with all these young theater kids. #but lets also not forget. team this is with maho and hiichan. like hiichan is JACKED. #lol we will see!!! #personally i think i have to root for team shuThuarunomi simply because. #Youtube

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 11: Battleground

The fight has come to Bisneth and it leads to a breaking point that will change things forever. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-10, found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 6.4k

It was surprisingly easy to avoid the Mandalorian while preparing for battle. There was so much to do that you could just find something else when he drew too close or you felt his eyes linger on you for too long. 

You really shouldn’t blame him. You’d basically thrown yourself at the man in your sleep and were holding it against him that he wasn’t interested in you the same way you were in him. So he’d seen you as a physical outlet, so what? You were adults, you could give each other orgasm and not have it mean something. He’d made it clear that you were little more than cargo. Friendly cargo, maybe, but cargo. Why were you upset that he was treating you like it? 

Everyone in the settlement worked into the night, digging trenches for explosives and reinforcing the hall to withstand attack. You mapped out places for sentinels to perch in the tree line, places that would offer the most safety while getting the most information. 

“You should get some sleep,” Keci said eventually as you sat in front of the map you’d drawn in the dirt. You sighed. “We’re all about to shut down. I’m going to set some night patrols, we’ll know if anything goes to shit.” 

You looked up, finding Mando easily in the firelight. His damned helmet was so reflective it stood out like a beacon. He was showing someone something you couldn’t see. If you slipped away now, you doubted he’d even notice. 

“You need to rest, too,” you said before getting up and offering Keci your arm. She took it and you pulled her to her feet. “This is your fight, your people. You need to make sure you’re not too exhausted to lead.” 

“I know,” she smiled. You gave her a nod and started up the hill, the sound of the settlement working together growing quiet as you walked. The stars were bright overhead and you stood in front of your temporary home, looking up at them, remembering just how small you were. Inconsequential. 

You went to the bedroom where you’d stored your bag and tried to set up a place to sleep in a corner, one where you’d feel safe. But it didn’t work well. You sighed. You’d gone and gotten yourself dependent on someone else. It had been days - at least - since you’d last slept alone. It was good to try to break the habit now, you’d be on your own again soon enough. 

After a while, you gave up on trying to sleep. Instead, you got up and went outside, walking into the woods behind the small house until you found a tree that looked sturdy. It was dark, but you pulled yourself into the thick lower branches, wanting to be up high, close to the sky and all that it held. You weren’t quite sure how long you climbed, but eventually the branches were thin and you could see the haze of starlight. You managed to find a place to be in the branches, somewhere that was somewhat safe though it was still a conscious effort to hold yourself the right way, balancing your weight. You could fall at any time, go crashing to the ground and then it’d all be over. 

It was another, oddly comforting, thing to hold your own mortality like that. Alone, inconsequential, a slip away from never longing for home and the dead again. You breathed in the scent of the forest as a star twinkled overhead. At least it was a beautiful galaxy. It had been worth the fight. 

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, enveloped by the branches, when you heard him calling for you. 

“Mesh’la!” The Mandalorian’s voice sounded strained. You sighed. “If you’re out there, answer!” 

You groaned. 

“Where else would I be?” You called down. 

“Asleep,” he practically stomped over to your tree. You rolled your eyes, looking back at the stars. “I thought I asked you to not get yourself killed. Get down.” 

“Still alive, for the record,” you replied. “Don’t need you to babysit me.” 

“Doll,” he growled. “If you don’t come down, I will make you come down.” 

You ignored him, looking at the stars. Maybe he’d leave if you just stopped answering. 

“I’m not joking, Doll,” he said, his voice picking up the same tone he’d had in the city when he’d seen the bruises on your face. “Get down. Now.” 

“Fine!” You snapped, turning and starting down, only then truly realizing how high you’d climbed in the darkness. You had to take your time getting down, checking for branches less with your eyes and more with your feet as you worked your way lower. Eventually, you saw the ground and hung from a branch for a second before letting go from higher than you usually would. The force of the landing made you stumble and Mando caught you before you went too far. 

“There,” you snapped, looking into his visor, your arm still in his grasp. “Happy? I’m down, I’ll go lay awake and stare at the ceiling for hours since that what the great Mandalorian desires.” 

You yanked your arm from his grip, skin tingling where he’d touched you, your body still responding to him the way it had in the morning, longing stretching into your limbs and sinking low in your stomach. 

“Don’t know why you act like you care,” you muttered to yourself when you thought he was out of earshot, brushing plants aside with more force than necessary.

“What did you say?” He snapped, coming alongside you so quickly it made you jump. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you glared at him. 

“Tell me what you said and I won’t.” 

You stopped walking and looked at him, eyes narrowed. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his fists clenched. So you’d pissed him off then. Great. 

“I said, I don’t know why you act like you care,” you said, chin out. “It’s exhausting. I wish you’d stop.” 

“You think I’m acting?” He said, voice dangerously low. He prowled toward you and you took a step back on instinct. In that moment, he was a predator and you were prey. You kept going until your back hit a tree trunk but he met you there, caging you against it, his forearm over your head as he leaned over you. “That I’m pretending to care?” 

“Yes,” you hissed. “You just shut down this morning. You left. It’s fine that I was just a warm body to you, I can live with that. But stop acting like you give a shit about what happens to me.”

His hand that was clenched at his side moved so fast that you flinched but he cupped your cheek so gently that it was almost shocking. You instinctively pressed your face into his palm, his fingers stretching over your jaw, into your hair, thumb brushing your lip. 

“You think I don’t care what happens to you?” He asked, voice strained. “You believe that I’m not thinking about you - what you’re doing, if you’re safe, what you’re feeling - every second?” His body pressed into yours, pushing you into the rough bark of the tree but you didn’t care. “You think I haven’t been haunted by seeing you hurt? That I don’t want to kill everyone who’s ever laid a hand on you?” His breath was ragged. You swallowed, your hands cautiously going to his waist. His voice dropped to a whisper. “That I haven’t ached to touch you? Does that sound like a man who doesn’t care? I care, Cyare. Far more than I should.” 

“You left,” you said softly. 

“It has to stop,” his grip on you deepened. 

“Why?” You breathed. 

“It does,” he said, voice tense. “It wouldn’t work. So it stops. Now. But don’t think it’s because I don’t care.” 

He stepped away from you, leaving an ache between your thighs as you fell away from the tree at your back, bark imprinted on the skin of your arms. He took a final, longing look at you and went back to the house. 

You gathered your thoughts for a moment before following. Inside, he was kneeling in front of the fireplace, setting it aflame. You frowned. 

“What are you doing?” 

“You get cold on this planet,” he said, still sounding frustrated. “If you’re not by a fire, you shiver all night.” 

“I’m not sleeping in here,” you crossed your arms. He looked over his shoulder at you. You shrugged. “Sorry.” 

He sighed and got to his feet, moving to stand almost against you. 

“Why.” 

“You never ask a question,” you ignored him. “You just make statements, act like you know everything…” 

“Doll,” he growled. “Why are you not sleeping in here?” 

You shrugged. 

“I don’t want to.” 

You started to the bedroom you’d picked, hoping that he’d just leave it. He didn’t. 

“It’s too open, isn’t it.” His voice was gentle.

You stopped, grinding your teeth. You didn’t want to look back at him.

“Doesn’t matter,” you muttered, still not moving. Your feet felt rooted to the ground, the bedroom only steps away but you couldn’t make yourself go there. He approached you slowly, cautiously, his hand going to your lower back. 

“I’ll stay with you,” he said. You could feel him beside you, your body remembering what he felt like between your legs as you came undone. 

“I’m not going to force my company on you,” you glared at him. 

“I’ll stay with you,” he said again. “Doll. I… care. Don’t make me say it again. Don’t shiver and make me worry all night because you’re stubborn.” 

“Fine,” you said eventually. “I need to get my blankets, though.” 

“I’ll do it,” he said. “Go sit by the fire.” 

You glared at him again but obeyed. The Mandalorian being nice out of pity was worse than him being cold and distant. You might be able to forget how he touched you - or maybe at least hate it - if he was cold to you. 

But you settled in front of the fire, anyway, staring into the flames. You weren’t sure what time it was and your body felt tired but you didn’t want to sleep. Din draped the blanket over you before sitting beside you on the ground. 

“I’m… sorry,” he said after a moment. You didn’t look at him. “I wasn’t trying…” 

“It’s fine,” you cut him off. This was painfully awkward. “You don’t owe me anything.” 

He looked into the fire, too. You weren’t sure what to say to him, only that you wanted to tell him something. About the way you felt with his arm brushed yours, how everything was better when you were close to him - something that no one else had ever done. How you were starting to think you didn’t want to go to Dantooine at all, that you wanted to stay with him and do whatever you could to help so long as he was willing to keep you around. 

Instead, you just sat in the slightly uncomfortable silence, watching the fire devour the wood. Your head drifted onto his shoulder and he looked down to you. 

“You should sleep,” he said after a moment. “I’ll stay with you. You’ll be safe.” 

You nodded against his armor. You hated that you believed him. 

***

The settlement was as ready as you could make it. Everyone at Bisneth was gathered around several fires, the air full of the tension there always was before a battle. Din knew it well and he knew you did, too. 

It had been a chilly two days between you and the Mandalorian. He hated that he’d hurt you by breaking off… whatever there had been between the two of you. He hadn’t let it exist long enough for it to be anything. 

Even though you’d been distant, you still gravitated toward him when not doing something else. You seemed to resent it, though. It was like you’d find yourself beside him without thinking about it, your eyes would narrow at nothing in particular, and then you’d go find something to keep you busy. You’d dug trenches, scaled trees - a hobby of yours Din was finding frustrating - or set barricades. But it was done now. The cartel was expected tomorrow and everyone seemed to understand that this was the last night they would all be together. The fight wouldn’t be without casualties. 

As had become your habit, you’d settled in beside him, the pair of you sitting on the outskirts. 

“You should stay with the vulnerable tomorrow,” Din said after you’d been sitting there in silence for a few minutes. You frowned, eyebrows coming together. 

“No,” you said flatly. “Why?” 

“Because they’ll need a skilled fighter in case anyone gets through and you have experience protecting people,” he replied. “And you have a better chance of staying alive there.” He knew you were about to protest, but he cut you off. “You need to get them to sign the agreement. You’re the only diplomat here, Doll.” 

You went back to staring at the flames. 

“You don’t like that,” he said after a moment. 

“No,” you said. “And I’m not doing it.” 

“Doll,” he growled but your head whipped around to him, eyes narrowed. 

“You’re not my commander,” you hissed. “I can back up the hold as needed, I don’t need to hide there. You don’t get to tell me to act like a coward and expect me to obey.” 

Before he had a chance to argue with you, Keci slipped around the outside of the ring of people, sitting beside you. 

“Do you think we’re ready?” She asked, looking at you. Your face softened before you turned to talk with her, twisting away from Din, seemingly happy to ignore him. 

“I do,” you said. Keci looked skeptical. “Really.” 

“You probably think we’re crazy,” she said, looking out at the people gathered around fires, sharing food and laughing and dancing. “Fighting this hard for this place. It’s not like we have much here but…” 

“No,” you shook your head. “I don’t think you’re crazy. You have the only thing worth fighting for. So many battles over things that don’t matter… credits, power… You’ve got peace here. A quiet, peaceful life with those you love? That’s the only thing worth killing over.” You shrugged. “It’s all I want.” 

Keci nodded slowly. 

“It just feels small,” she sighed. “But after the war everything feels small.” 

You shrugged again. 

“The small stuff is what’s important.” 

After a while, Keci left and you went back to ignoring Din without an excuse, but for some reason not leaving, either. He wasn’t arguing. He liked being near you - far, far too much. He didn’t mind silence, especially if he got to sit beside you. 

“I’m manning a barricade tomorrow,” you said eventually. “You’ll have to deal with it.” 

He flinched below his helmet. 

“That’s dangerous.” 

“I know.” 

“So why don’t you care?” He asked, looking at you. You found his eyes beneath his helmet - he almost wished you couldn’t do that with such unnatural skill - and frowned. 

“Some things are just worth dying for.” You stood up, brushing off your pants. “I’m going to bed.” You turned to leave but paused before turning back to him. “If I die… do me a favor? Tell my parents I made it somewhere good, that I’m doing well. OK?” 

You didn’t wait for him to respond, instead stalking off. Din watched you go, knowing that you would curl up on the floor and not admit that you were cold but would press your body into his in your sleep when he lay beside you. 

***

It was about to begin. 

The entire settlement had woken up early, everyone tense. If they kept to their usual cadence, the cartel should be there that morning. The almost celebratory mood from the night before was gone, replaced with solemn silence. You helped seal the most vulnerable into the hall and did final checks, readying to take your place at a barricade when the first scout report came in: They were coming. 

You were at one of the final barricades before the center of town, ready to pick off runners without real power and try to capture the ones who had control. 

It was strange, just how quickly being in battle came back to you. It was like the war had never left you at all. The tension of waiting, the finality on the horizon. Win or lose, there were no half measures. This was it. 

You tried not to think about where the Mandalorian was. You couldn’t expect this to go well if you were distracted. The last time you’d been in battle, worrying about someone besides Sosha’s well-being, he’d died. You weren’t going to let that happen again. 

Keci fired the first shot. The cartel wound their way up the path to the settlement, growing suspicious at the quiet as they drew near. They didn’t make it as far into the settlement as you’d hoped, but it was enough. 

Once the shooting started, it was like an eruption, the fighters screaming and launching themselves at the cartel. You felt it in your stomach when the first body dropped. 

You tried to be judicious in your shooting, taking out who looked like the equivalent of infantrymen. One made it to you who was shouting commands over his shoulder. 

“Leave him!” You yelled to the man beside you. He gave a stiff nod and you ran out from cover, vibroknife in hand. The target saw you running for him but he was too slow and you were able to duck the one blaster shot he was able to pull off before knocking his weapon free and putting your knife to his throat. 

“Move!” You ordered, shoving him out of the line of fire and into a barricade. The woman fighting there pulled him over it and you followed, pinning the man down and holding the knife tighter against him. 

“Who’s in charge?” You demanded through gritted teeth. 

“Do you really think you can win?” He asked, laughing. 

“Who’s in charge?” You pressed the knife tighter. “I’m about to stop asking nicely.” 

There was an explosion, one that didn’t sound like it came from where you’d laid the explosives. 

“He’s coming,” the man below you smiled. 

“So you’re not in charge,” you sighed. “Pity.” 

You slit his throat, the man looking genuinely surprised that you’d done it as the life left his eyes. The woman next to you winced as her com came to life. 

“East side, east side!” The crackling voice was cut off by blaster fire. 

“Shit,” you swore, looking around. The smoke wasn’t far from the hall. You were on the wrong side of it to intercept anyone coming from that side, but you’d have to cross the battle-snarled settlement to get to it. 

You looked at the roofline, catching a flash of beskar on a nearby building. You kept your body low and moved quickly before pulling yourself up the building, barely enough foothold to clamber up the side. But you made it to the roof, Din hauling you onto it, rifle still in his grasp. 

“Are you OK?” He asked quickly, looking you over. 

“I need to get to the hall,” you said. 

“I thought you didn’t want to hide in the hall,” he replied. You glared at him. 

“They’re blasting their way into town, bypassing the barricades,” you said. “I need to get there.” 

He peered over the edge of the building. 

“Do you trust me?” 

You scoffed. 

“Do I have a choice?” 

“I’ll clear a path,” he said, looking at you. “I won’t let you get hurt. Just keep moving and trust me.” 

“Remember what I said,” you replied after a moment. “My parents…” 

“I’ll protect you,” he cut you off. 

You gave him a last look and a stiff nod before dropping back down the side of the building, staying tucked against the wall as you waited for a hole. The cartel had to have more than 200 men moving through, the funnel not enough to even the odds. 

“Go!” The Mandalorian yelled and you took off, launching yourself over a barricade and into the street. Men dropped in front of you and you heard blaster bolts making connections behind you. You ignored them, focused on moving through the field as quickly as you could. Din kept his word, keeping your path clear until you were through. 

You’d barely made it to the hall when you heard a scream from inside. Your eyes went wide. They shouldn’t have been able to make it in. 

You ran around the building, crouching low to avoid getting shot, until you found the hole they’d blown in the side of it. They’d brought more charges than you’d anticipated. You drew your blaster and crept inside the opening. 

“Please, don’t hurt him!” A woman was sobbing. You slipped into the room, the handful of cartel with their backs to you. A man in the center of the room was holding someone, you couldn’t quite make out who. 

“Call off your people!” The man shouted. “And then maybe the boy can live.” 

Found the boss then. 

You took a quick inventory of your enemies, a total of eight cartel and about 60 civilians, with one cartel you’d need to leave alive. You opened your knife and slipped it up your sleeve. You picked the two cartel you could hit with the lowest risk and fired two shots in quick succession, dropping both of them. The rest of the cartel spun, weapons trained on you - except the leader. As he turned, you saw his weapon to the head of a boy - one who couldn’t have been more than 10.  You dropped the blaster and put your hands up. “You’re going to want me alive,” you said before they got a chance to shoot. “And you’re going to want to let him go.” 

“Oh yeah?” The leader pressed the weapon tighter to the child’s head. 

“Yeah,” you said, voice calm. You stepped forward, arms still raised. A com at the waist of one of the fallen cartel crackled to life. 

“They’ve got backup on the ground!” He yelled. “Mandalorian!” 

The leader gripped the boy harder. 

“Now now,” you said, voice calm. “Let’s not do anything we’ll regret. You heard what’s out there. And that boy? He’s not going to get you anywhere with the Mandalorian.” 

It was a lie, you knew. Din would never let a child get hurt. 

“So what?” The cartel man snapped. He was stressed. 

“I’m the only other off-worlder here,” you said. “Guess why that is? Who I’m here with? You want to get the Mandalorian’s attention? I’m who you want. Let the kid go, take me outside. Maybe we can make a deal.” 

“Why are you so eager to cut a deal with me?” He asked, but his grip loosened on the boy. 

“Because I know a lost cause when I see one,” you said. “And I want to make it off this rock alive. This isn’t my fight.” 

The man considered you for a second, but you were a good liar. You always had been. 

“Agreed,” he snapped, shoving the boy toward his mother and turning his blaster to you. You approached him slowly, letting him grab you and pull you into his body. His breath was hot on your ear. “Lets see if your boyfriend will make a deal.” 

He shoved you out the way you came, blaster pressed to your head, his lackeys trailing behind him. He walked you to the front of the hall, toward the closest thing the town had to a square. The Mandalorian was already there, his chest rising and falling quickly, blaster drawn but held low when he saw you. 

“If you want to leave here alive,” Din said, his voice dangerously low. “You should take the blaster away from her head.” 

“I don’t think you’re in a position to negotiate, Mandalorian,” he shouted. You winced, his mouth right by your ear. You adjusted your sleeve slightly, the tip of the blade of your knife slipping into your palm. You raised your hands slowly, exposing the metal to Mando. 

“Remember the point,” you said, glancing quickly to your hand then back to Din, hoping he saw what you meant. “What we need.” 

He gave you a stiff nod. The cartel leader pressed the blaster harder against your head. 

“What you need,” he said, pressing himself into you. “Is to leave here alive. And you’re not doing that without giving me what I want.” 

“Start by pointing the blaster at me,” Din said. “I’m not going to shoot you while you have her. Point it at me.” 

The man obeyed, aiming for the Mandalorian while pulling you back further into his chest, his arm tight around your body. 

You lowered your arms slowly, sliding the knife further forward in your grasp. 

“You’re not in the position you think you are,” you said, the handle of the knife slipping into your palm. You looked at Din. “Now!” 

He started shooting, aiming for everyone except the man who held you. You took care of him, raising the hand with the knife and thrusting it down, fiercely, into the man’s leg. He let out a scream, instinctively loosening his grip on you, and you pulled the knife free as you broke out of his grasp. You knocked his blaster aside while he was distracted and, in one swift motion, moved to the back of him, shoved him to his knees and pressed your knife to his throat. A dozen cartel lay dead in the square, more shooting and screaming not far away.

“Now,” you said, your lips nearly brushing the man’s ear. “I think it’s time we discuss why you’ll never touch this village again.” 

***

You’d made quick work of the leader, laying out the parameters of the agreement with precision. He’d tried to intimidate you, Din’s hand never leaving his blaster, but you hardly seemed to notice. He supposed a drug runner’s posturing was nothing compared to Imperial leadership and he found himself picturing you as a teenaged spy, just a girl holding powerful men in the palm of her hand.

Once you’d forced the cartel’s hand, Din took the leader by blaster point to the remaining fighting, putting an end to it. Keci stood beside him as the remaining men left town, smoke still on the air. 

“It’s really over,” she said, almost to herself. Din just gave her a single nod. “We owe you…” He glanced at her. 

“No,” he shook his head. “It was… the right thing to do.” 

She looked back over the settlement. There were bodies in the streets, some fires still burning. 

“Recovery will take some time,” she said. “But we’ll actually be able to get there.” 

The cartel gone, Din went looking for you. It took some time but he found you, kneeling next to a body in the square, a man from the settlement who was injured but had survived. You were cleaning a wound at his side, his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as he winced in pain. He watched you for a moment, the intense focus on your face as you worked. Your sleeve was torn, your upper arm shiny with blood. 

Without meaning to, he remembered what you looked like with a blaster to your head. The way his heart clenched in his chest when it looked like you’d been captured. Someone could have stabbed him in the back in that moment and he never would have sensed them coming, he could only focus on you. It was a danger. He’d put you in danger and it was going to get you both killed. 

The settlement lost 15 people, small numbers compared to cartel losses but huge when there were fewer than 200 people who lived there. It was going to be a sorrowful time for the people there, a time the Mandalorian didn’t particularly want to stick around for. When the wounded had been tended to, he pulled you aside, the injury at your arm from a blaster shot that had grazed you still open. 

“We need to fix your arm,” he nodded to the wound. You frowned at it, like you hadn’t noticed it before. “And we should get back to the Razor Crest.” 

You looked at him for a moment. 

“Fine,” you said, starting up the path to the home you’d shared while here. He tried not to think about how much it hurt to see you walk away from him, how much it would hurt when it was permanent. 

The two of you made your way back to the ship in cool silence, darkness falling as you walked. Keci had tried to convince you to stay for at least another few days, if not forever, but you’d politely declined before hugging her goodbye. Your arm was bandaged now but you’d refused to let Din carry your bag and he was preoccupied by the way it kept snagging on the bandage likely irritating your wound. 

He knew what he needed to do now. He couldn’t keep putting you in danger, he was too attached to you to properly protect you. It had been a stupid mistake to get wrapped up in you the way he had. You were cargo and it was time to take you to your destination, where you wouldn’t be shot or have to extract information from slavers or patch up his injuries when he was knocked out. It was the only safe choice. 

You weren’t paying attention when he programmed the jump to Dantooine and he didn’t say anything. He wanted to keep you to himself for a bit first, without the goodbye hanging over your heads. You stared out into the stars for a bit before you turned to him. 

“Chess?” You asked. It was the first word you’d said in hours. He gave you a nod, and you went into the hold. Din couldn’t focus on the game but he didn’t want to. He was trying to memorize you for when you were gone, the precise way your fingers absently curled around the side of your throat when you were thinking, the way you sat with your back straight and chin high like the crate in the hold was a throne, the way you unknowingly pursed your lips when puzzling something out. The arch of your brow, column of your throat, curve of your breasts. Yes, he’d remember it all. 

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“So where are we going, anyway?” You asked after two days of sullen almost silence from your shipmate. You hated where you’d gotten to. It seemed like, after Layari, you were in a good place. He respected you, wasn’t suspicious of your every move. He might have even liked you. You liked him, more than liked. But the night in Bisneth had taken the first connection you’d had to another person in years and shattered it. You wished you could take it back, even though - as Din went to sleep in his bunk and you stayed on the floor in the hold - you found yourself thinking about it as your fingers slid down your body to where you ached to be touched. It didn’t matter how good he’d felt, how much you wanted to do so much more. That night had broken something you hadn’t even realized you treasured. 

The Mandalorian was strangely quiet, even for him, to your question. Instead, he just moved a pawn on the board in front of you.

“Din?” You asked, not bothering to see where he’d placed his piece. “Where are we going? What puck are you after?” 

You felt his eyes lift to yours and your mouth went dry. 

“Dantooine.” 

“No,” you shook your head, resisting the urge to press your hands to your eyes to keep from crying. “No, you have contracts.” 

“They can wait,” he shrugged. “I’ve dragged you around enough. It’s time to get you where you need to go.” 

“Why now?” You demanded. You were on your feet but you didn’t remember standing. “You weren’t in some big hurry before, why are you taking me now?” 

“I told you,” he said, standing up, too, and coming to stand in front of you. “I’ve dragged you around enough. Your father paid more than a fair price for passage. I should have gotten you there sooner.” 

“Bantha shit,” you said. “What, you decide to trade me in? Got what you could out of me so you’re going to sell me to the Imps? That why you’ve been so quiet, taking calls in the cockpit? Been negotiating?” 

“No,” he said. He didn’t try to defend himself or even sound mad, he just stated it. You knew he wouldn’t do that, he’d never do that to you. But there had to be an explanation for why now. There had to be a reason, even if it was something you knew he’d never do.

You pulled your blaster on him anyway, holding it in front of you and pointing it at his chest. 

“I can’t leave you alive,” you said, jaw set firm. A tear slipped down your cheek. “You know too much. It’s too dangerous. It’s too dangerous for my parents, for Sosha, for me.… I have to kill you.” 

“You won’t,” he said. 

“Try me,” you snapped. “Don’t act naive, Mando. You know that I’ve killed people, you know what I’ve done. Do you think killing you is somehow a bridge too far for someone like me?” 

“No,” he said, walking closer to you, slowly, until the barrel of the blaster was against his chest. “But you won’t hurt me. And you know I won’t tell anyone where you are. It’s against the code of the guild. Once the job is done, it never happened. No one will know.” 

“It never happened?” you said, gritting your teeth and pressing the blaster harder into his chest. “Really? That’s what you want?” 

“It’s the code,” he said. He reached up slowly, his hand covering yours, holding the blaster to his chest. “Are you going to shoot me, Doll? No one will ever give you a clearer shot than this.” 

“I hate you,” you seethed at him, ripping the blaster away from his chest. It was lie. But you were good at lying. 

“I know,” he said, reaching his hand up to your face, his thumb against your cheek, gloved fingers dipping into your hair. You didn’t want to lean into the contact, didn’t want to want him to keep touching you, but you did. He took his hand back. “We’ll be landing soon. You should make sure you’re packed.” 

By the time you joined him in the cockpit, you weren’t crying anymore but he could barely look at you. You thrust a data pad at him, on world coordinates on it. 

“That’s not a spaceport,” he said, frowning. 

“That’s the point,” you snapped, strapping into the copilot’s seat. “Easier to slip on and off world from farmland.” 

He gave you a stiff nod. The planet loomed large in front of you and you wanted to enjoy it. But enjoying what was taking you away from Din and this ship was hard. This is why you didn’t get attached to people. They die or they leave you or you have to leave them. Being alone was better. A man who’s face you’d never seen, who you’d barely touched, and you were trying to keep it together enough to go. 

The Mandalorian put the ship down in an open field near a small house. It looked almost idyllic, reminding you a bit of the Naboo countryside. A couple - around your parents’ age - came outside, shielding their eyes with their hands as they watched the Razor Crest touch down. The second the ship was on the ground, you all but jumped up, wanting to cut ties before your eyes betrayed you again. 

You grabbed your bag and almost ran down the ramp as it opened, Din following close behind. 

The woman, you could tell, was your mother’s cousin. You’d never met her, but the family resemblance was clear. 

“You made it!” She said, running to you. She was small, a bit shorter than you, and she reached up and brushed your hair back from your face. “We weren’t sure when to expect you, if you were OK…” 

“I’m fine,” you smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes. “My transport just had other jobs to finish first.” 

She noticed the Mandalorian then, her eyes going a little wide before looking back to you. 

“Thank you for bringing her,” she said, smiling at him. He just gave her a stiff nod. “Would you like to come in?” 

“No,” you answered for him, shooting him a glare before looking to the woman. “He doesn’t really like people. Besides, now that I’m here, this never happened. Right?” 

He was silent for a moment, staring you down. 

“Yes,” he said, voice low.

“Good,” you said cooly. 

“Thank you for delivering her safely,” your mother’s cousin smiled kindly, looking back and forth between the two of you. Din nodded to her before looking back to you. 

“Take care of yourself, Mesh’la,” he said. You could feel his eyes on you, like he was looking right through you. You weren’t sure if you wanted to shove him back onto his damned ship or run to him with open arms and see if he would catch you and hold you to his chest. 

“You too.” 

You watched as he went back aboard the Razor Crest, watched until the ship was off the ground, your hair and skirt blowing and twisting in the rush of air as he left, watched until you couldn’t see him anymore. You kept watching where he’d been, like you were waiting for him to come back for you, until the emptiness of your new life swallowed you up and you went inside, refusing to look back again.

#fanfic #mandalorian fanfic #enemies to friends to lovers #din djarin #slow burn #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x female reader

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Not a new chapter but a lil V-Day Steddie treat for you guys!

Here's a tasty snippet (unbeta'd) from ch 7!

(CW for Explicit Content, Genital Piercings, and flagrant abuse of Italics)

“You're really fucking pretty, Stevie. Damn, just covered in starlight, aren't you?” He let the clothes fall to the floor.

Steve looked down at himself in surprise,  trying to see what he meant. One of Eddie's hands trailed down and as it did, it stopped to touch and circle every mole and freckle it found, all the way down to his thighs. Steve's mouth went dry as he understood.

“Better than a star chart.” Eddie leaned down and caught his mouth with his own. When he broke the kiss, he placed another on his cheek right over the moles there, then trailed further down to suck a bruise over the ones on his neck.

“Oh god,” Steve groaned. That spot was so fucking sensitive. He could feel Eddie's smile on his skin.

“Gonna remember that one. Gonna remember all of them when I'm done,” he promised Steve.

Eddie straightened and Steve was suddenly and vividly aware of a different part of him. 

“What is that?” Steve choked out.

Eddie was half hard and it was a really nice cock. He'd seen plenty during his school years, but this was the first one he'd gotten to see up close. However, what really held Steve's rapt attention was the glints of steel decorating it, piercing it.

Eddie glanced down with an amused expression. “Didn't know this was an anatomy lesson, Stevie.”

Steve smacked a tattooed thigh with a huffed laugh. “You know what I mean!”

The older man laughed and brought a hand down to cup himself in a way that had Steve swallowing down a noise. He watched those long fingers trail over each piercing, going slow until it was fully hard and the metal much easier to see.

Eddie ran one finger over the bars going through the underside of his shaft. “This is a Jacob's Ladder piercing, makes it more intense when I'm inside.” He touched two more going through his glans. “This one's a ‘magic cross’, you'll really like this one. And this,” he cupped his balls and lifted them, Steve tried not to moan, to show a silver ring piercing. “This is a perineum piercing, feels good for me.”

Steve struggled to clear his throat. “Why does it feel good?”

Eddie’s grin was quick and wicked. “You'll figure that out in a minute, sweetheart.”

He let himself go and stepped back. “Now, let's get you in the shower, yeah?”

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#harle hums #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #harringroveson #metalsandwich #stranger things

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Weekly Lukanette Link Roundup

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From @rierse: In Your Dreams Ch 1 | Ch 2

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STAR WARS REC

PT.2

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

Anakin Skywalker

obi wan kenobi

poe dameron

din djarin

@star-whores-a-new-hoe - the star wars boys with a s/o who struggle with physical affection

@feyre-darling92 - when they're jealous

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anakin skywalker

@thequeerestmf - how are anakin kisses like

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obiwan kenobi

@ivorydragoness44 - imagine meditating with obi wan

@curiouser--and--curiouser - obi wan kenobi having a crush on you would include

- dating obi wan would include

@clints-lucky-arrow - dating obiwan headcannon

@rentskenobi - shirt

@star-whores-a-new-hoe - mornings with obi wan

- snow day

- back rubs

@spilledkauffie - tender tension

- obi wan sfw hc

- obi wan kenobi soft hc

- dating padwan!obi wan hc

@moonlit-imagines - sending care package to obiwan while he's in tatooine

@not-the-droid - across time and space

@scribble-dribble-writes - late night talking

- only you

- distraction

- socializing blues

@thequeerestmf -actions that show obi-wan kenobi that you love him

- obi-wan taking care of you when you get sick

- how are obi wan kisses like

@nanagoswife - monsters,hayrides and pumpkin patches

- Une Danse d'Amour Inconscient

@forever-rogue - ___

@bellarkeselection - I'll keep you warm

@panic-in-the-multiverse - attachment of the child pt 1 (child!reader)

@hoeforevery1 - obi wan kenobi hc

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poe dameron

@juno-eclipsee - starlight (first order!reader)

@mads-weasley - hope

@moonlit-imagines - poe being recruited by the first order, and you trying to get him back(skywalker!reader)

@agntofhydra - sawbones masterlist

@yelena-bellova - don't be afraid masterlist (solo!reader)

@stormkobra-5 - the house of fett masterlist (mando!force sensitive!reader)

@noclue32 - new auras (jedi!pilot!reader)

@starryeyedstories - like husband,like wife

- black leader shutting up

@eyelessfaces - heal

@jake-g-lockley - I'm cold

@dailyreverie - kiss me I'm miserable

@the-dendrophile-bookworm - lifeline

@chloe-skywalker - may the 4th be with you (solo-organa!reader)

@writefightandflightclub - you make me shy

@the-little-ewok - little help

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din djarin

@januaryembrs - ad astra ch.7

@starryeyedstories - din djarin and flowers

@dinsverdika - soft din thoughts

@joels6string - open tab (mechanic!reader) ♡

@noodlesfics -You being a parent to Grogu involves

@funnylittlelad - a touch of humanity pt.1

@spctrsgf - irrevocably

@namjoon-koya - mando being overprotective father to the reader

- mighty heart ch.2 (dad!mando)

- dad!mando headcannon

@pedrito-friskito - uncharted territory ♡

@groguspicklejar - the strength we admire

@sofiaaaaaaaa03 - grogu's gift

@shangchiswife - maroon

@mewhenimsad - din's kitten

@softlyspector - significant

- din takes his riddur to sorgan

@peterparkersnose - sucks to suck (senator!reader)

- after last night

@mandoalorian - borrowed time ch.1

@angelltheninth - din melting when you kiss his hand

- rivals to lovers

#masterlist #star wars rec #anakin skywalker x reader #poe dameron x reader #din djarin x reader

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Too Pretty For War

Chapter 2 (ch. 1 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9)

A Samuel Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: The only way for Prince Sam to end a war is by marrying the enemy.

Tags: Prince!Sam, war, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

A/N: I bet you weren't expecting this, were ya. I am overwhelmed by the response this is getting! Truly I can't thank you guys enough <3 Your admiration keeps me going! It's finals right now so I imagine this will be updated a lot as I tend to use fics as my outlet for stress, however I can't make any promises. As always, this series is dedicated to @safety-sam. Without any further ado, enjoy! <3

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Nightfall had befallen Athens. The world was sheathed in a dark shroud save for the few specks of starlight fighting the dark. The fire of torches also joined in the star’s rebellion, their soft glow casting dim light in the prince’s room. As the flames danced along to the song of the ocean breeze, they projected shadows that moved along to the beat of the tune. It was a calming scene to behold. It would’ve been, had it not been for the worried royal injecting the air with his anxiety. 

“All you are achieving is creating a trench in your floor.” The prince snapped his gaze over to his advisor, noting how he seemed unaware of the crushing weight Sam felt. 

“Forgive me, Daniel. But the entire fate of thousands of men’s lives rests upon my ability to secure a marriage with this woman! So, pardon me if I seem a little tense!” Sam snapped, only halting his pacing to look the scholar in the eyes. He continued again right after he finished his outburst, feeling as if he could scratch all of his skin off. 

Daniel remained quiet. There was no arguing with Sam on that; he held the fate of his country on his shoulders and that was not an easy weight to bear. 

“I feel like a gift pony,” Samuel lamented, his hands pulling at his silken toga as well as tanging his fingers in his intricately dressed hair. He gazed longingly at the ocean, hearing her call him to her waters.

“Well, you are one, in a way,” Daniel asserted, taking in how his best friend looked. He wore his finest sandals, the straps crossing across his toned calves and stopping below his knee. His mulberry toga kept him modest above the knee, the silk draping from his right shoulder while his left was fitted with an intricate gold piece of shoulder armor that was very clearly decorative rather than practical on his left that coiled down his bicep. His hair, before Sam had ruined it, had been pulled up into an intricate and entrancing coil of skill, but now half of it was hanging down onto the back of his neck. 

“Thank you, Daniel.” If looks could kill, Samuel’s best friend would’ve dropped dead then and there. 

Chuckling to himself, Daniel stood up from his seat and gently guided the prince to take his place. Sam did so without protest, collapsing into the chair as the scholar stood behind him. 

“Let’s see if we can salvage this,” Daniel muttered, carefully removing the golden wreath adorning his best friend’s head. Samuel winced as a few strands of hair were pulled by the crown, but he didn’t get angry. 

“This is doomed. I was not made for this. I will cause Athens’ demise,” the prince groaned, feeling as if he could cry. He was sitting forward resting his elbows on his knees before the scholar placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him so that he was sitting upright. 

“Please, calm your worries. I will be right beside you the whole time,” his best friend soothed, his fingers running through Sam’s hair helping quell some of his anxiety. 

The room went silent once again as Samuel got lost in his thoughts, the gentle brush of Daniel’s fingers calming him by each passing second. This wasn’t supposed to be his job. Samuel was supposed to take on a small area to govern and otherwise just stand there and look pretty. 

“Alright. It is by no means what Ronnie’s maid was able to achieve, but I believe it’s passable,” the scholar declared, a note of pride in his voice as he admired his handiwork. Hearing it brought a tiny smile to the prince’s lips. 

Samuel’s crown was placed back onto his head, the leaves gouging into his skin. There was a moment where it felt as if the scholar was drinking in the prince’s appearance, documenting each detail. Samuel wrote it off as him attempting to see anything he could possibly fix that was askew. However, it was hard for him to explain the hitch in his best friend’s breath as Sam looked over his shoulder at him. 

“Are you ready?” 

“No,” the prince instantly admitted, his head bowing. He was by no means ready for what was to come. 

Now standing in front of his best friend, the scholar held out his hand. Sam regarded it before exhaling a deep sigh and placing his hand in Daniel’s. He was pulled up from his chair rather reluctantly, Daniel patting Sam on the shoulder before dropping his hand slowly. 

“Remember, I’ll be right by your side. You have nothing to fear,” Daniel reassured, opening the door for his prince. 

Staring at the gaping hole of the open door, Sam steeled himself and transformed into the royal he was required to be. Setting his shoulders back, he strode out of the safety of his bedroom and into the uncertainty of the future. 

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Just as had been discussed, Samuel was to meet his family in the throne room. The Spartan princess had arrived the night prior but wouldn’t be properly introduced to the prince until the next night. Walking into that symbolic room, he found comfort in the gaze of his mother. She was clothed in black, still mourning the loss of her second son weeks after she had learned of his demise. 

Just as promised, Daniel stuck to his best friend’s side as he made towards the front of the room. He stood front and center, on display for their guests. Daniel was off to the side but would be directly next to the prince within a moment should he need it. 

“You’re a brave boy, swan,” Samuel’s mother whispered to him after wrapping her arms around him. Swan. He hadn’t heard that nickname in some time. 

Before he knew it, horns blared as the arrival of the princess and her court was announced. The sound made the prince freeze up. It was too soon. He was snapped out of his panic by a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t have to look to know it was Daniel’s. 

The door burst open. Samuel’s gaze fell upon the visage of a beautiful, strong woman clad in bronze armor. He was at first taken aback by the sight of a woman in armor, but he then recalled that all Spartans were trained to be warriors regardless of their status or gender. Getting over the initial shock, Sam found himself liking the idea. He knew plenty of women who could fend for themselves and some who could even best him in sparring. 

Sam just wished he knew what she thought of him. 

“Princess, I thank you for making the trip,” Sam’s father greeted, taking her hand in his and placing a kiss on the back. 

“I extend gratitude towards you as well for the invitation,” she responded, her eyes quickly glancing at the prince before flashing a diplomatic smile that Sam could see through. 

“Allow me to introduce my son: Samuel, Prince of Athens.” All attention was shifted onto the young prince. He forced himself not to buckle under their eyes, choosing to smile rather than fidget. 

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, princess,” he politely greeted, mirroring his father’s action of kissing her hand. He could tell she was not pleased by his touch, her smile straining. 

“I’m sure,” she replied, all but ripping her hand out of his. All of the sudden everything culminated to the surface again. It had only been a few seconds and Sam was already ruining their chance at peace. 

Samuel’s ears began to ring, his heart racing inside his chest. He felt cold, his energy being drained right out of him. The only thing that was keeping him upright was his royal training. He couldn’t show vulnerability he couldn’t show vulnerability he couldn’t show vulnerability-

“Samuel?” 

Ripping him out of his thoughts was the sound of his mother’s voice. He blinked, glancing around the room to see all eyes once again on him. He missed something, but what it was he wasn’t sure. They were expecting something from him. 

“My apologies,” Sam instinctively uttered, his voice sounding weak and catching in his throat. It caused him to clear it, using it as a reprise to compose himself. 

“You were asked if you would wish to take Princess Y/N on a stroll through the grounds,” Daniel whispered into his ear. He had to have noticed the prince’s breakdown, knowing Sam like the back of his hand. 

“Of course. Princess?” He offered his arm, intending for her to loop hers through it. However, she merely glanced down at it before walking past him towards the door. 

Taken off guard once again, Sam quickly glanced at Daniel in confusion before following after her. She was already out of the room, Sam having to pick up his pace in order to follow. 

“Princess, wait!” he called out, finally able to catch up to her after her stride slowed. 

She wore a face that was stern, no readable emotion that Sam could detect. If anything, there was an air of annoyance wafting off her as her lips held the tiniest sneer on them. In the name of diplomacy and peace, Samuel let it go. Perhaps the customs were different in Sparta. 

“You are quite fast,” Sam noted, flashing what he hoped was a charming smile. 

“Or you are just simply slow,” she retorted, refusing to look at him and keep her eyes forward. 

The prince was at an impasse. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him but they needed to make this work in order to achieve peace. Normally, Sam knew when to take the hint and back off, but in this instance he simply couldn’t. 

So, Samuel continued to attempt small talk. Each attempt was met with icy and stunted responses. After so many times, Sam snapped. 

“What is your quarrel, princess?!” he demanded, halting in front of her so that she finally had to look at him. Frustratingly, she looked straight through him and refused to respond. 

She had made moves to walk around him, but he stepped in front of her each time. Finally, that made her look him in the eyes. 

“The whole reason you are here is that we both want peace. The least you could do is try! There are lives that depend on this matrimony; for both of our kingdoms!” His hands balled into fists at his sides. To say he was furious with her behavior was an understatement. 

“You are mistaken, your majesty. You are the one who wishes for peace, not I!” She cried, a fire in her eyes that Sam could only label as hatred. 

The prince stood flabbergasted. Then why was she here?? What was her motive??

“Then pray, tell! What is your business here if you do not wish to end this pointless bloodshed?!” 

At his question, a cruel and bitter smile slithered across her lips. Her eyes darkened, their true nature being exposed in the moon’s light. 

“I can tell why you so desperately wish for peace. A face like yours… it’s far too pretty for war.” 

With that final statement, Sam watched the rival princess disappear into the shadows of his palace. He remained frozen in place, truly taken aback by her words. Sam didn’t know what to do. He was doomed. 

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Sam was able to locate Daniel on his favorite balcony, his raven curls floating on the breeze of the ocean. He looked content, staring out at the darkened horizon. He smiled warmly as he turned his gaze onto his best friend approaching him. 

“How did it go?” the scholar asked, his chin resting on his hand as he leaned on the railing of the balcony. Samuel picked out the stars reflecting in Daniel’s dark eyes. 

“The war will continue to rage, I’m afraid,” the prince sighed, ripping his crown from his hair. Some of his strands traveled with the gold leaves, swaying in the wind. 

Daniel moved over to make room for Sam to stand by his side. “Recount what transpired to me.” 

Rubbing his free hand over his face, Sam pinched the bridge of his nose before launching into the events of his stroll with the Spartan princess. He explained how she was nothing but rude and stand-offish towards him despite his efforts. 

“I find that usually people are quite enamored with my charm.” 

Daniel let out a knowing huff of laughter, his head ducking as he smiled. Looking back out at the sea once again, the scholar tucked his curls behind his ear to show off his dangling pearl earring. “You won’t find me denying such a claim.” 

The pair smiled at one another momentarily, silence befalling them companionably. 

“She told me my face was ‘too pretty for war’. I believe she called me a coward,” Sam recounted, his mood turning sour. 

“Pretty, you are. A coward you are not,” Daniel immediately reassured, his gaze sliding to his prince’s face once more. 

The prince remained silent. He didn’t believe his best friend for a moment. There was no way around it, Samuel was a coward. 

“I failed my people before I even had the chance to build confidence in them.” Samuel wasn’t a buffoon. He knew what the peasants thought of him. That’s why they were all so incredibly nervous when Jacob was sent off to the war. 

“None of that, now. The princess has not yet given her answer. There is still time to turn the tides in your favor,” the scholar sagely advised. Samuel often forgot just who his best friend was - a brilliant man. It was easy when this was the man who would help him attempt to tame dangerous beasts and steal for sport. 

Silence fell once again. However, there was a clear tension lacing the air that made it uncomfortable. 

“Sam, hear me,” Daniel began, standing to his full height to look him in the eye, “keep your wits about you when she is near.” 

Samuel absorbed his best friend’s words, turning them over in his mind to pull the meaning out of the statement. 

“You believe her to be a snake?” 

“I believe she has something to hide. I say this only in concern for your safety, but please do not allow my words to sway you away from peace,” the scholar extrapolated, grabbing hold of one of the prince’s hands. 

Sam trusted this man with his life. Anything that made him weary was cause enough for Samuel’s concern. Squeezing his best friend’s hand, he nodded. He would take Daniel’s words to heart. 

“Your majesty,” a servant called, interrupting the moment. Caught by surprise, the men dropped hands. 

“Here,” the prince responded, running a hand over the front of his tunic as a spike of anxiety surged in his body. “State your business.” 

“I send word from the princess. She accepts your proposal,” the servant relayed, keeping his head lowered in the presence of royalty. 

I did not fail.

He couldn’t help it. Sam whipped his head towards Daniel to find that he was looking right back at him. His best friend wore an expression of triumph and pride, his smile mirroring those emotions. However, Samuel could not be fooled. There was a negative emotion buried deep beneath the positive, but he couldn’t place what it was. 

“Alert the king. Request that preparations will begin at sunrise,” the prince ordered, sending away the servant. He bowed before running off to fulfill his task. 

Samuel fell against the railing of the balcony, relief crashing into him like a titanic wave. He hadn’t failed after all. 

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a BUNCH of Garu/Karu meta: fashion, H scenes, scars, trauma, who knows Karu, sexuality, part 1

Over the past couple days, i wrote like 398429347 garu/karu mini meta and i dont want to flood the tag each time, so here's a bunch of them! I have a feeling I'll have more brainrot about them.... so I'm making this a multipart series.

BIG disclaimer that i did not play every event nor unlocked every intimacy room, so I am probably lacking some major lore information. If anyone has opened more stories, or knows answers to my questions, or has correct information, or other thoughts in general, please let me know!

A) Karu's H scene character development:

After Eiden fucks Garu in Ch 7: hates it

MG room 5: initially hates it, but then is like ok this feels good

EB room 2: really really wants to top

HC room 5: really wants to top, tries, fails horribly

FF room 2: too weak to be able to do anything about it

EG: knows that eiden is bullshitting, ends up giving in

BS: gets actually tricked, but then is like ok this feels good

B) Tally of Garu/Karu's H scene

Garu Ch 7- Garu doggy

Garu SR - Garu forward lap anal with vibrator, switches into karu+biting

Master's Gift- Garu, standing anal through shorts, Karu repeat ch 7

Endless Banquet- Karu ear licking & fingering through clothing, Garu front riding

Howling Cyclone- Garu Eiden blowjob, Karu forward lap anal + tied Eiden with bandages

Forgotten Fruit- Karu frottage + kissing, Garu- backwards lap anal + biting

Ethereal Guardian- Garu 69, Karu doggy against tree

Binary Starlight- Karu dildo + fingering, Garu front riding

Summary: Riding Eiden's lap- Garu 4x, Karu 1.5x

Summary: Doggy- 3 total

Summary: anal anything- garu 7, karu 3.5

Garu initiates- 6/7 out 8 (depending on if SR is considered Garu initiating), Karu initiates- 0 out of 6.5. (Garu has more because of the main ch & he takes up majority of the SR H scene)

Garu is very horny & submissive and really likes anal. 7 out of 8 scenes include penetrative anal sex, whether its fingering or Eiden's cock. Interestingly, neither of them have done the infamous missionary pose- its just some kind of riding or doggy. He doesn't seem to have any physical kinks yet (aside from anal), but he's into being submissive, serving his master, praise, and definitely likes sex- so I think he'd be into trying BDSM if eiden brought it up.

The 3 times we hear Karu talk/think about sex himself, aside from wanting to top & having a major ego... i mean praise kink- MG when he pushes Garu away saying he wants to feel good, EG when he vaguely says he wants to feel good, and BS where he thinks he'd like to be fucked but denies it when replying to Eiden. Karu is starting to trust Eiden now and accept that he (gasp!) might like being fucked. While this is, yay! character development!, i'm ever so miiiildly disappointed bc I thought Garu/Karu had perfect potential to be a switch. Karu would probably suck as a top, but Dante also sucked at sex in the beginning & he's gone through character development now. (Btw, I'd just like to say that Karu is a different kind of tsundere than Edmond is. Karu has explicitly stated he wants to top multiple times. Edmond is just wishywashy and uncertain about le horny.) However, in BS, there's also a vague conversation that Karu & Garu have- I'm not sure if the translation is just skirting around the specifics, but Garu assumes Karu doesn't like some of the "other things" about being a model and says "Don't you hate those things?" Those things either mean humans in general, specifically interacting with humans, or being sexy (or all 3). So while Karu wishes he could top, is starting to accept that he also likes being fucked, he is not as ridiculously horny as Garu is. Going as far as to say Karu might be somewhere on the ace spectrum is a bit far, but I can see someone making the case for it. (Asexual/ace spectrum people can still have sex for a variety of reasons).

C) Garu & Karu's Fashion

Of our yokai love insterests- kuya cares about his appearance, yakumo doesn't have strong preferences but seems to value modesty so he knows what he's comfortable with, (if quincy counts as yokai, he probably DGAF). and then we have garu/karu.

we don't know how they picked/got their SR/R/N clothing, but we can assume its something garu & his gramps slapped together in the Dead Zone (and for some reason Garu still wears it even after moving into Aster's mansion lol). (Btw Karu did prank people by stripping them, so i wonder if what's they're wearing could've also been stolen?) As for all his other SSR outfits- all of them are given by someone else and the Howling Cyclone "outfit" was some bandages, a coat, & a pumpkin hat that yakumo/eiden/garu found on the ground.

therefore i am very very curious that, if given the choice, what would garu & karu pick for themselves? cause i feel like they would have different fashion preferences.

and then i realized- growing up mostly isolated in the harsh Dead Zone- garu/karu's never had the time to even think about fashion, so neither of them probably care nor have any shame. what we can deduce though, is that they both have praise kinks and if someone compliments them in some way, then they definitely like it, regardless of what the outfit actually is. so i'm gonna try to figure out what their fashion preferences might be once they get more comfortable with clothing.

honestly, i think garu likes revealing clothing now. the only thing we know him to have picked out, the very revealing placements of the Howling Cyclone bandages and posssibly the jockstrap in Binary Star. (In room 4, Garu says that he & Karu(!) prepared "an ultimate skill for Master" and then the camera zooms in on his crotch. Like if thats not saying Garu picked his jockstrap, idk what it means.) I also think this was learned, because in Master's Gift, Garu was still kind of clueless on how sexy he looked and now he actively seeks out sexy garments. back to HC- garu strips everything to wear just the bandages & coat. He doesn't keep his underwear or look for pants or a shirt, which means he either wasn't socially aware, had no shame, or liked how revealing it was. Also, the jockstrap was a secret present for Eiden not for the public.

Karu is a bit harder since he seems to just go along with whatever (including whatever garu wants). and even in BS when karu is finally getting some spotlight on his preferences, he only cares about food & conquering/enchanting people. anyone got ideas?

D) Who knows that Karu exists?

I'm going through the Binary Starlight Garu rooms and i realized that Karu is interacting with random townspeople and no one seems to have any issue or confusion about that.

And then I realized, that after Garu meets everyone except Dante (and Rei) in ch8, he goes to Aster's mansion and has very little screen time until ch 13, and we don't really know who Garu is hanging out with besides Aster's maids and clan members. (We don't know when the side events are taking place in the timeline).

Nonhuman/yokai/wolf reactions to Karu's existence can possibly be excused, since they're probably used to unusual circumstances. i'm gonna excuse the clan members & aster's maids cause they have daily exposure to Garu&Karu. i'll assume that the clan members & aster caught up dante with who garu was off screen and, well, now we know Rei/Karu/Garu might have some HistoryTM.

but what about random townspeople? although garu can be hyper & extroverted, he usually introduces himself as just "Hi! I'm Garu!", not Hi! I'm Garu and sometimes I switch into Karu." In summer fest, garu/karu's just there as support so he's not really making himself known to a lot of people. And in Eerie escapade, i highly doubt he was having interpersonal conversations while battling monsters in the pampo village that they teleported to. But in the BS intimacy rooms, the modeling people/store owners are having actual conversations knowing Karu's name. In fact, at the end, it seems like Karu is doing most of the modeling but when its an aspect of modeling that Karu doesn't like, Garu takes over. Does this mean that garu is pretending to be Karu, or that everyone knows its the two of them? This will be interesting…. Bonus, for those who believe that Karu's eyes are actually blue and the yellow is only for the player, i think the store owners/fans/townspeople would point out if karu's eyes suddenly changed to blue!

E) Garu&Karu's sexualities

Ok so its hard to tell since klein (and saia!) doesn't have the same concept of sexuality that earth does.

that said, the yokai also have the bonus of not being human and them being based off some animal characteristics, of which foxes, snakes, & wolves also all display homosexual behaviors. so this will be interesting! i am not a scientist, this is just based off le googles.

Foxes- a lot of these species have sex and pair with male & female foxes.

Snakes- also a lot of homosexual partners/pairings and in fact some species can reproduce asexually

Wolves- alpha male wolves have 1 alpha female mate for life but may mate with other males if they're in heat, otherwise they live in a pack

So what about Garu & Karu? Consistently, Garu has said he only wants Eiden to fuck him. So we can assume that sexually, Garu is uh master-sexual, regardless of what gender that master is. However, because he is still a wolf yokai, I do believe that he views the clan members as his pack to still share both platonic and intimate experiences. So Garu would have no problems with Eiden telling him to seduce Edmond or something. In summary- Garu is unknown leaning towards whoever he considers his alpha wolf and thinks in pack mentality, aka poly. Also, he's 100% a sub.

Karu is, once again, more complicated. He said he doesn't only belong to Eiden and calls Kuya, Kuya-sama (translated to Master Kuya) sometimes. (In master's gift, he called Kuya "wily fox" lol. I think nowadays, Kuya and Yakumo are the only one he calls by their actual names, not something like "the knight" or "human" or "the priest" or "the vampire"). Karu also has the added issue where he is poorly socialized & traumatized as HECK and trauma sure messes up your perception of relationships. In my earlier mini-meta analyzing Garu/Karu's H scenes, I said someone could argue that Karu is aromantic or demiromantic or grey-ace.

Luckily, as an aromantic sexual person with trauma, i have some experience in this realm! Unfortunately, I'm not a writer and Karu isn't a real person- so a) I don't know the intentions so we don't know if his experiences are shaped by trauma or his actual sexuality and b) since he's not real, he can be open to interpretation! But let's assume Karu's base sexuality when not shaped by trauma. His horniness level is nowhere near Garu's overwhelming horniness, and while he's not shy to sex, he needs multiple experiences before gradually warming up to the idea of sex. Garu is also clearly attracted to Eiden as a person, whereas Karu is still in denial but also unwilling to commit himself to Eiden (but does want to hang on to Eiden- see the whole human slave thing). Garu seems knowledgeable in sexiness, but Karu just seems clueless about it. He also does not seem to know about human romantic attraction general. In summary.... I don't have a good conclusion for Karu at all. But someone can use these arguments to prove that Karu might be demisexual/demiromantic or on the aro/ace spectrum.

F) Garu's throat scar

(Quick note: Did Olivine say that essence can heal scars?)

So I noticed that even though Garu casually displays his other scars, he consistently covers up his throat scar in event + SR outfits. (We can only see it in Forgotten Fruit H scenes). Although Misty Vale implies that the scars could be from the Council experimentation, the other scars also make sense for Dead Zone injuries considering Garu has no armor or skin protection. He also doesn't seem concerned about covering them or healing them (if they can be healed? Someone correct me about the above statement), but his throat scar is consistently covered.

If the events seem to take place after the main gemstone storyline. The fact that none of his (old) scars are healed means:

-Garu probably didn't learn how to heal scars in the dead zone and got used to them & his Gramps was more survivalist- he either thought Garu would have a better chance surviving when looking tough & scarred up or just didn't care about appearances. And even if he learned now/after the Main Plot, in Misty Vale, Garu doesn't care seem to care about covering up all his body scars.

-Except Garu (or at least all his clothing givers lol) does want to cover up his throat scar though. Heck, garu even covered up his neck by himself when wrapping himself with bandages. If he wanted to hide it consistently, I'm sure Olivine has ways to heal it. However, this means that scar cannot be healed, so they cover it up instead.

Yeah that's all I got with this.

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WARNING: This section talks about trauma. I am NOT a licensed psychiatrist or have personal experience with DID. This is only based off internet research, which may or may not be reliable.

X) Garu/Karu & Rei's Trauma

There's a lot of traumatized characters in nu carnival, but i think these 2 take the cake for the amount of physical violence and/or abuse done against them whilst lacking in power*. By that, i mean while the rest of the cast all have their traumas, they have had moments of empowerment in the past, currently have moments of empowerment, they had some empowerment during whatever caused their trauma (or were forced to cause other people's traumas therefore messing them up significantly too), or are literally in positions of power with ways to control their life circumstances on their own terms. For example, Blade, Kuya, Dante, Yakumo, and Aster had awful things happen to them or were horribly manipulated by others, but Blade, Kuya, and Dante are powerful fighters that have control over their autonomy present-day, meanwhile Yakumo & Aster are in a much healthier relationship with Eiden and have confidence in their new support network. (Blade and Kuya in particular also caused a LOT other people a lot of harm so that gets a bit complicated).

Rei & garu on the other hand, have had their bodies horrendously violated, are still actively dealing with it and, in my opinion, lack significant empowerment to control their autonomy. also, none of their traumas have actually been dealt with yet, heck we barely know exactly what happened.

and their trauma responses & coping mechanisms are completely different. garu does everything he can to protect himself (DID, amnesia, garu tries to be optimistic, karu is focused on self preservation). rei does everything he can to aggravate it (unhealthy coping mechanisms, everything is transactional & extremely goal oriented, kind of apathetic, and self destructive).

In rusted nation, rei definitely remembers what's happened to him, but it looks like he sugarcoated it amidst bickering with kuya, while Eiden & blade "escaped" so eiden didn't hear it. kuya is (overly) great at keeping secrets, so eiden will probably never find out from kuya what happened to rei. for rei's trauma, its kinda obvious that, that is what's going to be his character development.

as for garu, its harder to tell. i really want to know what'll happen when they get his memory back. based off misty vale & his EG rooms, Garu doesn't seem to be actively trying to recover his memories (heck his only reactions in ch 13 are fainting or switching to Karu). that said, i'd like to *think* that garu will accept his memories based off his optimistic response in EG. buuut i think his world might also fall apart. Karu seems to remember that humans "took advantage" of him somehow and he's on friendly terms with Rei, so it's possible Rei rescued/escaped with Karu. would Garu get mad at karu for not telling him or not protecting him enough? would Karu get mad at garu for being forced to front during all the experiments? if it turns out Rei was an active part of experimenting on Karu/Garu, Karu seems to understand him, but would Garu get pissed at them or scared of them?

also, i just wanna touch on something even darker. one of my theories a long time ago was that garu might've also been r*ped bc karu has SUCh a hangup about bottoming and being taken advantage of. In fact, Eiden calls Karu out on it during EB rooms, but Karu ignores the question. Anyways i thought, oh NU Carnival is such a cheerful game that it'll never go there. And then BOOM its confirmed in Rusted Nation that the devs are willing to go there. there's also the sex automaton in blade's memories. during that conversation, the researcher says Blade's design "does not have the functions for sex", which means he either didn't have a penis or it didn't function that way it does present-day. but because Blade can have sex now with a very human-like penis & cum, that makes me wonder if Blade was eventually upgraded (especially considering the noble that funded the research) and then tested out as a sexbot with the intentions of using sex to bait for assassinations.

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Anyways! On that note, this wraps up a buuuuunch of my random analysis and brain rotting about Garu/Karu! Just had to get this out there 0.o so thanks for reading if you got this far???

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the following is an excerpt from my new ATLA aang is aaged up AU fanfic!! (or at least, a teaser from the upcoming update on wednesday) (!!!!) (so excited bc u guys seemed to really like the first ch and left so many lovely comments!!

i present to you, a little sample of ch2 of "the teenager in the iceberg"!!!

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The trio flew on through the sunset, until Tui rose above them, pulling the colour out of the sky as if she were weaving onyx black strands of soft wool into the most beautiful of tapestries. Katara settled on her back, tugging her fur lined overcoat closer, huddled against Sokka, who was in turn huddled against Aang for warmth. Moonlight and starlight bathed the three in enough light that neither Katara nor Aang could sleep, although Sokka seemed to be snoring away just fine. After a few hours of fruitless attempts to slip into dreamland, both Katara and Aang rose from their respective spots beside Sokka and moved to sit in the driver’s bench.

“Trouble sleeping too, huh?” Aang cocked a grin, tilting his head to Katara. She kept her eyes fixed upwards, trained on the moon and the stars, worried that if she looked away, she’d end up staring into his eyes like a weirdo. 

“I always feel so awake with the moon’s light on me. Sleeping under the stars has never really been a thing that works. It’s too energising, too… too much. It’s hard to explain.”

“No, no… I get it. I feel the same way in a windstorm, all those breezes and gusts of wind, it feels… exhilarating.” She watched through her peripheral vision as he looked up at the moon. “In times of war, I think we all tend to forget how spiritual bending is at its core. I’d say it’s a good thing that you’re in touch enough with the origins of your abilities to feel the moon’s pull tug at you just as much as it does on the ocean.” Katara raised an eyebrow at the cheesy sincerity, and he chuckled in response. “I’m serious! Out of all the nations, Airbenders have the highest rate of benders, and I’ve always felt like it’s because of how much we connect to the spiritual aspect of all of this. We feel our element through our veins, we acknowledge its origins, we treat it as a sacred art.”

Katara nodded, puzzling it all over. “I wish I’d gotten to learn bending as a child properly, the way you did, with the stories of its origins and the teaching of precise bending forms.”

Aang’s brows wrinkled at this. “You- you didn’t get a teacher? But… weren’t you the one to break me out of the iceberg?”

“You’re looking at the last Waterbender of the Southern Tribe.” She sighed, hanging her head. “Everything I know about my bending was either made up through trial and error, or scraped together by bits and pieces of the few bending scrolls my tribe held on to. We’ve never believed in building fortresses and kingdoms the way the Northern Tribe does, and so, when the Fire Nation raids began… our waterbending numbers just continued to dwindle as they were defeated and taken to Spirits know where.” She bit her lip, trying desperately to steady her voice.

“That's… that’s how my mother passed. I was there, in the tent, when she was…killed.”

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just finished the draft!! 4,424 words baybeeee!!!! you guys are eating GOOD w this update. releasing wednesday morning:))) catch up on the first chapter before then here ->

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Day 3 Masterlist: Secrets

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"The Fawn of Prythian, Ch 1-3" by @witch-and-her-witcher (Eluzriel)

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"Embers In The Wind, Ch 3: Rocks Under Tide" by @chunkypossum (Nerissian)

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"Spring Time Affairs" by @nocasdatsgay (OC X Tamlin X Elain X Lucien)

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"Nexus Being" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Cazriel)

"His, Yours, Mine" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Bat Boys)

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"Feytamsand" by @copypastus

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