#there’s an au in my brain that he leaves mandos and with all of his family gone he ends up bonding with his cousin’s ex

[fistfuloflightning]

Arakáno | the high chieftain

Day 2: Exile - Arrival to Beleriand | Fingon | Argon | Elenwë for @nolofinweanweek

#nolofinweanweek #nolofinweanweek2023 #the silmarillion #argon #arakano #my art #tolkien art #he’s a fascinating character all the more for how little tolkien actually wrote about him #since he seems to exist just to die #but he was noted as the tallest of the siblings and a fierce warrior and then died practically the moment he stepped foot in beleriand #there’s an au in my brain that he leaves mandos and with all of his family gone he ends up bonding with his cousin’s ex #and slowly falling for her #and perhaps amarie feels the same #finrod willingly left her behind and she knows she’s not going to get him back until he dies #perhaps it’s time for her to move on as well

[sofasoap]

Scarring heart

Pairing : Din Djarin x f!reader. 

Summary: Din explains himself. And offers you a solution.  Sequel to Interlude : Fracturing heart 

Slightly AU-ish, Din didn’t get N1 after Razor Crest got blown up.he got something similar. 

Warning : Mature theme. strong languages.  All mando’a are from the translator, soooooo might be full of mistakes. And the timeline might be a bit funky. It's AU. just… roll with it. 

English isn’t my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes. 

A/N:

For my sweet @groguspicklejar and @deakyjoe. sorry.I seriously did not expect this to turn into a multi-part story. Originally it was going to be one-shot.. But every time I get to the end of a chapter my brain goes “ BAH, let’s go for angst end and cliffhanger, so everyone can suffer! ( including myself )”

MASTERLIST for the previous stories in this multi-part fic.

Seeing your own younger face, without scars on the puck, you knew who set the bounty on you. Why do they want you now? After all these years?

You stumbled back, hyperventilating. You KNEW IT. You shouldn’t have trusted him. He tried to gain your trust first, letting your guard down, and seizing the opportunity to take you back to them.

TO YOUR BIOLOGICAL FAMILY. “NO, NO. I AM NOT BACK THERE. I KNEW THIS IS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.” Tears started running down your face. You can feel panic attacks start to set in. He is cunning. He is a bounty hunter. Bounty hunters should never be trusted.

“Mesh’la .. let me explain,” Din reaches out and tries to grab you. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” screaming out loud as you swat his arm away. RUN RUN RUN, your brain tells you, get away from him. You kept on backing away from him, until your leg gave out, and curled up into a ball on the ground, sobbing away. 

Hearing all the commotions,  Peli walked out from the office, and hurried by your side as soon as she saw your distraught state. Kneeling down, she slowly rubs your back. “ What is all the fuss about, Mando, why are you back here already?” seeing the puck, her eyes went wide.“ You are NOT taking her away, MANDO.” she growled while shielding you with her body, and reaching for the blaster.

“I am sorry just… just let me explain first. I mean no harm, I am not here to take her away..” putting the puck and fob away, he raised his hands, offering peace. “ WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE.” Peli berated Din. Turning around and pulling you up gently, leading you to sit down on the crate. “ Shhh.. It’s ok. Peli is here. Well, Mando,” Giving him a side glance, “ Are you going to explain yourself???” His head turns slightly, looking down at your trembling form, with your face buried in your hand. Dank Farrik. He cursed himself. Great job Din Djarin, you have done it again. WHY can’t you just communicate like a normal person??

Soft cooing sound and a little hand rested on your chest. Feeling of warmth slowly enveloping your body. You forgot the little pea was in your arm. Looking up at your face, he coos again, with a worried expression. “Ni eparavur takisit , ad'ika, Vor entye par gar baatir”  (I apologise , little one, thank you for your care) you whispered to him in Mando’a. You saw Din flinch a bit. Grogu raised his hand,trying to wipe away your tears, you let out a small laugh for his clumsy attempt. Turning to Peli,” Thank you Peli.. sorry to make you worry, Can I please talk to D…Mando alone?” Peli looked at you, glanced at Din again and sighed. You passed Grogu to Peli, he let out a sad coo, not wanting to leave you. 

“Just yell out if he tries anything funny.” Peli threw Din a warning and left the hanger with Grogu, giving you two some privacy. He looks down at you, in silence. You can see from his body language he is nervous, wanting to ask you questions but clearly doesn’t want to upset you any further. 

“ I am sorry Din… I overreacted.” you manage to squeeze out after a while.

He shook his head. “No Mesh’la … I should have explained myself before I showed you the puck.” looking down at the ground, he whispered an apology. 

You stood up from the crate, motioning him with your head to follow. Leading towards the back of the workshop, into your modest size bedroom. Closing the door, turning on the cooling unit, you pour two glasses of water, offer him one after asking him to make himself comfortable on the only chair you have in the room. Sinking down onto your cot, you look down at your glass of water. After a brief silence you began to tell him about yourself. During the course of your travel, Never did Din once ask you about yourself.  He respected your privacy, and in turn, you respected his. “... My family was well known in Naboo. A blue blood family. After the fall of the empire, my parents were eager to establish themselves again, not only in Naboo, but within the upper society of the Core region.”  “ They provided my brother and I with the best education. No expenses spared.’ Din tilted his head. “ They were grooming my brother to be the family successor, while me, as a woman, to be someone’s trophy wife.”  Din clenched his fist tight. “ They were eyeing some Coruscant diplomat family, rich and well connected. The family was interested in me as well, because of my ability in speaking multiple languages.” Din thought back to the time when you were travelling with him, only he realised how you never had problem with communicating with local people on any planet, seems to know all the little facts and customs of people, no matter how obscure they were. Still, that doesn’t explain how you understand, and are able to speak Mando’a. You chuckled. “ I can see the big question mark above your head Din.” he subconsciously raises his hand above his head. “My nanny, who was more of a family to me than my biological parents, was a Mandalorian. Her family managed to escape the great Purge as they were off planet most times, travelling around as traders.” you smiled sadly with the memory of your old nanny. You missed her. She was the only person in the household who treated you with love and respect.

“She taught me Mando’a and told me stories of her youth, the cultures and a bit of the customs.” taking a sip of water, you continue on. “ I really didn’t know about your courting gift Din, maybe it is more of a specific covert thing? But um… the.. The.. keldabe kiss.. “ all of a sudden you went shy. OH MAKER , so you did know the significance of it, Din blushed furiously under his helmet. Fidgeting around again, “ Anyways, um. So back to my family. There was no love. They only used me as a pawn in their scheme, they plan to abandon me after the accident.” your hand went up to your face, lightly tracing your scar. “ That is when I ran away. I couldn’t let them control my life anymore. I went on the run for cycles. Eventually ended up on Coruscant. Where I met you.” you look at him with a tight smile. “I have no idea why they want me now. After all the years of not caring about me or even trying to find me.” Why now? You wondered again. “Words from Karga are that your brother has somehow gambled away a huge lot of the family fortune, and your parents are desperate for an easy way to make money.. So they thought of you, see if they can track you down, and get you married off again for a good bargain. Damaged good or not.” He winced a bit as he added in the last bit. He feels bad describing you like an object. 

Din thought back to the day he went to Nevarro, to pick up a few jobs from the guild, when Karga called him aside into his office. Closing the door, Karga took out a puck and a fob. It was you. Looking slightly younger, and without scar on the face. And also different name were shown. “This came in not long ago, the details are slightly different… but I was pretty certain this was the lady companion that you were travelling with. Before you say anything, I did not show or offer the puck nor fob to anyone else.” he pushes the puck and fob towards Din. “ I think it is best if you handle this… your way.” Karga subtly suggested to Din.

You let out a bitter laugh as you threw your head back. Tears in your eyes. They are just not going to let you go, are they? This scheming, sithspit parents of yours. “Keegan has always been a kraken player. He just couldn’t help himself, can he? I am not surprised he finally tried to steal the family money to feed his problem.” You couldn’t care less what happened to your brother, you would have thought he would be on your side after suffering similar pressure as you growing up, but then again, your parents always favoured your brother, since he was the successor to the family fortune. The one that will carry on and revive the family name. Din put the glass onto the side table, and proceeded to kneel in front of you. He slowly took his gloves off, you gasp at his action.  You have never seen his bare skin before. Even when he was injured, he refused your offer to stitch him up or put bacta spray on him. The most help he would accept was you staying outside the refresher, passing him anything he asked for through the gap of the door. Not even the time he took his helmet off to reveal his face to Grogu, before he departed for his training with Luke, you turned your head away as soon as you heard the hissing sound of pneumatic lock. You know his creed. You respect his creed. Tentatively, he reaches for your hand. You held your hand out to meet his. Slowly running your fingers through each of the scar and calluses, enjoying the first, and rare chance of skin to skin contact he ever had with you. You can feel his hand shiver a bit as you touch him tenderly. “I have a solution, well, probably part of the solution.You might not like it.” you can hear him taking a swallow before proceeding on. “I know you want to take things slowly, and you haven’t totally forgiven me yet…” He leans his helmet into your hand for a few seconds, before looking up again, you can feel his eyes looking at you, even through the dark slit of the visor. “Become my riduur.” 

The beskar head Di'kut finally did it.

I often thought if I had this much will power to write assignments during my university days * sigh * Thank you all for reading! any likes, comments, reblogs always appreciated :D

Taglist:

@frogtits1, @READINGFAN, @memester-png @jake-g-lockley @novaethecosplayer @foxgirl95 @gloryekaterina

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #grogu #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you

[sotwk]

I just read "A stab to the heart", and first of all, I loved it, just... perfect! The way the Thranduil is so worried for her and he can sense when she wakes up is just way too good for me!

Honestly, the last line of the fic: "We saw ada frightened" just hit me so deep that I had to come here. So, I didn't check to see if you have already written about this in the headcannons masterlist (and I'm sorry if you did and I haven't noticed!) but how do you think that Thranduil and their kids reacted when she died? Like, how their feelings and thoughts after this? I've always assumed Thranduil being an extremely good father, so I can't truly imagine him being mean to any of their kids, but how do you think that they (specially Thranduil) took the news that their queen had died?

Eeek! What lovely feedback and an even lovelier fic-related question! (I am so lucky and grateful to get such nice Anons in my inbox; I am spoiled.)

A Stab to the Heart (Fic Link)

Part 2 of this 2-part fic is over 50% written, but has been stalled in the basement of my brain for over six months now (yikes)! Hopefully I can shove it back into motion soon!

In regards to Thranduil being so in-tune with his wife that their minds are practically in a constant state of ósanwë (Elvish mind-link), I would like to point out a few key details about their relationship:

"A Stab to the Heart" takes place in Third Age 1012. By this time, Thranduil and Maereth have already been married for 1,188 years and have been mutually in love for an additional 1,700. And ever since they married, they were hardly ever parted for any significant amount of time (as opposed to most other Elven couples, like Celeborn and Galadriel, who would live apart for years). Needless to say, you would be hard-pressed to find a couple more tightly, lovingly bonded then the Elvenking and Elvenqueen were to each other.

THEIR ROMANTIC HISTORY: (Link to related HCs HERE) It took Thranduil about 50 years of sporadic meetings to realize he was falling in love with Maereth. However, he knew his father would loathe the idea of his son pairing off with a Noldor (much less one descended from Fëanor) and it would have great repercussions on their kingdom, so Thranduil tried to ignore his growing feelings and sought to maintain just a friendship with her.

Maereth nearly died in the Sacking of Eregion, and Thranduil had been there to witness it; he had held her while she was gravely injured and felt the terror of her slipping away from him. Ultimately, she was saved by the healing of Elrond, but this experience left a permanent mark on Thranduil. From that day on, he found the only thing that ever scared him in his life: losing Maereth to the Halls of Mandos.

What do you do when you realize you love someone so much you cannot live without them? You ask them to marry you, of course! And so Thranduil did, but it took another thousand years of determined courtship to get Maereth to say "yes".

The Aftermath of the Elvenqueen's Death

I have yet to fully write the story of this terrible tragedy (I'm intimidated by it, to be honest), but a version of it was written, including the immediate aftermath, in my Thorin-centric fic, "The Broken Shield", where Maereth died during the War of the Dwarves and Orcs. I wrote out more details of her death in this headcanon post.

As for the reactions of the family (those who were left, anyway)?

OH BOY.

(SPOILERS to the SotWK AU, if anyone cares about that sort of thing, under the cut. Also, it gets pretty sad, so I apologize for the emotions this story may cause.)

Thranduil very nearly died from heartbreak. This was the darkest point in Mirkwood's history, the kingdom that had already been fighting off spiders, orcs, dark creatures, and poisons for centuries. All that was nothing compared to the realm's grief over their Elvenqueen's death, and fearing the likelihood their beloved Elvenking would either die from heartbreak, or finally leave them for the Undying Lands.

Note that by the time the Elvenqueen died, Thranduil had already lost three out of five of his sons. Only Gelir and Legolas remained, though he also had his daughter-in-law, Itarildë (Mirion's widow) and two grandchildren, Crown Prince Aranion (heir to the throne) and Princess Anariel.

Upon his return home to Mirkwood to bury the Elvenqueen's body, Thranduil was uncharacteristically cold and seemingly emotionless. He turned into stone (metaphorically) as a way of holding himself together, for the sake of the people who depended on him. He did not have strength left to properly comfort his family, and could only parrot the kingdom's motto, telling them they "will endure".

Gelir, the most impulsive of the Thranduilions (and second to Turhir as the most hot-tempered), lashed out in vengeful rage. Legolas just barely convinced him not to immediately ride out to seek revenge against the Orcs.

However, about three years after the Elvenqueen was laid to rest, Gelir once again tried to convince his father to allow him and Legolas to lead their armies to rejoin the Dwarves (Thrain's people) in their war against the orcs. Thranduil refused, and instead decreed that all travel to other realms was forbidden while the Dwarves fought their war.

Frustrated by this (and still grieving his mother), Gelir finally broke down and rebelled openly against the Elvenking. He attempted to leave Mirkwood on his own, only to be chased down by his father and dragged back to the Halls in chains, where he was thrown in prison.

Does this sound harsh? I take a pause in this dramatic tale to point out that Thranduil was a very, VERY good father to his sons all their lives. The Princes were over 2,000 years old by the time their mother died; not only were they adults, but they were wise enough to know that they were not exempt from their kingdom's laws, and should understand the grief their father carried from all these terrible losses. Not only did Thranduil need to demonstrate the strength of his authority, but he also refused to risk the death of another family member, even if it meant imprisoning his own child.

After the war ended in TA 2799, Gelir was finally released from prison, after being held there for 3 years. But instead of making peace with his father and submitting to the King's decrees, he openly criticized Mirkwood's isolationist policies, which had become even stricter after the Elvenqueen's death.

Legolas, caught between the two dearest people in the world to him, could not get them to reconcile their differences.

After another year of strife between father and son, Thranduil gave Gelir an ultimatum: reaffirm his fealty to the Elvenking and his laws, or be banished from the kingdom. Gelir, believing his home had become a "cage" that he refused to be locked in, chose banishment.

Gelir asked his brother to come with him, forcing Legolas to choose sides by staying with Thranduil. He remembered a prophetic plea his mother once made to him many years before her death: "above all, choose your father". His decision was also influenced by the special closeness he had with Thranduil.

Thus, Gelir left the kingdom in the winter of TA 2800, and cut off all contact with his family. Legolas was the only Thranduilion left.

For a century (TA 2800-2900), Thranduil struggled against his personal demons of anger and grief and longing to be with his beloved wife again. In spite of his depression however, he continued to govern his people effectively, but only with the help and loyalty of Legolas and his devoted daughter-in-law and grandchildren. (Note: SotWK AU does NOT accept the coldness and rift between Legolas and Thranduil as shown in the film adaptation. Legolas ultimately proves to be Thranduil's most steadfast son. The conflict between Tauriel and Thranduil, and her romance with Legolas, do not occur in SotWK either.)

In TA 2850, when Gandalf uncovered Sauron's identity as the Necromancer--something Thranduil had suspected for centuries, but his reports went unheeded--the Elvenking slowly began to return to himself, remembering the hard battle that still needed to be fought to protect his kingdom.

In TA 2911, Thranduil even began to loosen the restrictions against traveling outside of Mirkwood, when he allowed Itarildë and Anariel to join Gandalf in giving aid to the Hobbits of the Shire during the Fell Winter, just as their family had done previously during the Long Winter (TA 2758).

By the time Thorin and his Company arrived at Mirkwood in TA 2941, the remnants of the royal house of Thranduil were back in fighting form, although the Elvenking would always carry a longing for his wife that would not be healed until their reunion in Aman over a century into the Fourth Age.

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

Elves HC Tag List: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @auttumnsayshi @blueberryrock @conversacomsmaug @elan-ho-detto-elan-15 @entishramblings @freshalmondpandadonut @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @glassgulls @heranintomyknife23times @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @lathalea @lemonivall @LiliDurin @quickslvxrr @ratsys @scyllas-revenge @stormchaser819 @talkdifferently6 @tamryniel @tamurilofrivendell

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

#sotwk answers #thranduil #thranduil headcanon #legolas #legolas headcanon #elvenqueen #sotwk oc #sotwk headcanon #mirkwood #mirkwood elves #greenwood the great #tolkien #the hobbit #lotr

[sev-on-kamino]

Relationship HCs - ✨Fox x Daria Trace✨

These all make my brain short circuit because the brain rot I have for these two is severe 😌 more to come soon I’m sure 😅

SFW in the first half, NSFW in the second

Fox doing push-ups while Daria sits on his back, fiddling with a Rubik’s Cube or doing a crossword puzzle

Making each other lunch for work

Daria setting an alarm, so she can wake up to greet Fox when he comes home from a late shift

Daria picking up Mando’a and surprising Fox with it randomly (specifically to tell him she’s ready to leave a party)

Fox wearing headbands that match whatever color Daria’s hair is at the time to hold his curls back

Fox teaching Daria to shoot, immediately regretting it because she’s so smug about her new skills 😎

Daria painting Fox’s toes while they talk about how their day went. Fox painting her toes while she paints her nails because they’re cute *and* efficient

Daria putting on Fox’s helmet whenever she is doing an impression of him; he calls her an unbelievable brat, but it tickles him immensely

Sitting on opposite ends of the couch until Daria’s had enough and gets in Fox’s lap

Dancing in the living room randomly

Calling each other Trace and Commander when they’re mad at each other

Fox being the first man Daria’s ever subbed for

Super chill morning sex on days off

They make office visits solely to tease each other and fool around. Everyone at RTL gives Fox knowing smiles when he leaves, the Corries do the same to Daria

Daria exploiting Fox’s voice kink whenever possible

Fox edging Daria for a day or two and then making her come over and over until she begs him to stop

Fox making sure there are always marks on Daria’s thighs

Both of them being possessive

Both of them enjoying their size difference

Fox randomly asking for Daria to hand over her panties when they’re at dinner. She’s gotten very skilled at removing them quickly and quietly. If she’s not wearing any, he’s going to edge her right there at the table

taglist: @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @iamburdened @sunshinesdaydream @dukeoftheblackstar @rexxdjarin @wolffegirlsunite @808tsuika @sleepingsun501 @starrylothcat @ladyzirkonia @wings-and-beskar @pb-jellybeans @clio3kantarella @staycalmandhugaclone @stardusthuntress @idontgetanysleep @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @anxiouspineapple99 @littlemissmanga @mandos-mind-trick @amorfista @kimiheartblade @freesia-writes @sinfulsalutations @523rdrebel

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #commander fox #tcw fox #tcw fox x oc #commander fox x oc #oc: daria trace #DarFox #seven writes

[kedsandtubesocks]

omg !! your mando!baku thoughts i'm—

living for this au ! 🥺 so cute and such opportunities for angst 👀 drama 👀 forbidden romance 👀 pining !! i yearn for him goodbye akfhsidbbw

ty for sharing !! just wanted to stop by and say that i am in love with this concept 🥺

okay not even joking this literally is me right now because the absolute talent behind one of the best bakugo works and you take me the way I am messages ME?!

(also so ok I’m a big reader on ao3 especially for bnha fic so at first it didn’t hit me that you wrote it and then for a split second I was like “wait why does their name sound familiar- OH MY GOD??” So FORGIVE ME IM SORRY!!)

But lovely Willow oh my goodness… I really can’t explain how bright my entire being feels seeing your message I can’t thank you enough for dropping in to send something because I am just 🥹 and probably will be like all day

But yes TEAM MANDO BAKU!! AHHHHH 😭 he really does fit the role so well doesn’t he? Our chaotic angel queen @ofmermaidstories mentioned him with a certain green baby and my brain malfunctioned because he’d be such a sucker for foundlings

And okay…Honestly 👀 depending on how the current season of the mandalorian ends I might just take the jump and write him to deal with the pain™️ LMAO

For now I knew I had to leave you with something because you are as sweet as can be and i wish I could put into words and explain how much your message means to me so this will have to do, thank you 💐

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

The two of you would be stuck in the cave for a while.

“What happened to your damn shitty sorcerer powers huh? Can’t you move the dumb rocks?” Bakugo’s snarled modulated voice cuts through your thoughts and you sigh exhausted already.

You knew about his list of accolades.

One of the strongest mandalorain clan leaders that helped liberate their home planet of Mandalore. A war hero notorious for using not just a jet pack but also specially crafted beskar gauntlets that helped him fire cannon like explosions from his fists. He’s a smart strategist and commander, has earned the respect of the Jedi council for willing to work with your kind.

But he makes you want to pound on his metal helmet head with your lightsaber until it knocks some sense into him.

“It’s sometimes not as simple as moving rocks. I have to save my energy just in case those troopers come back.” You reply sharply. “Besides we both sent out distress signals, someone will come. We just have to wait.”

“Maybe you just can’t move the rocks.” It’s said so casually as Bakugo tries to survey the blocked off exit. The most childish thought rises in you to use his metal body to dig out of the rocks like an awful shovel.

So you breathe- inhale, exhale.

Thankfully the caverns glow from the tiny insects living in the rocks. It’s enough light that you can rummage through the ration packs in your bag.

“Come on,” you offer. “We need to eat something.”

“No.” Bakugo replies gruff. “We could be here a while. Can’t eat all that now.”

He’s right. You’re not telling him that of course. So instead you set your pack back down, close your eyes and try to mediate. But his awfully loud boots stomping around, crunching on every possible rock, makes your face scrunch frustrated. You try to plug up the annoyance leaking in fast.

“Relax.” You say to him or mainly to yourself.

Bakugo scoffs. Your eyes peak open to possibly glare at him. But his back is to you. The obsidian coated beskar he proudly wears is something striking. You even admire the beauty. You also notice you’ve been admiring his broad shoulders that seem to be even broader now with his hands on his hips. You shut your eyes fast.

You’re a knight. You’ve fought wars, survived training to become carved into a harbor of good and peace. You are a lightening rod for the force. You can’t falter, can’t waver.

Your stomach suddenly growls so loud that your eyes snap open horrified.

Bakugo’s helmed face even whips towards you.

“Was that your stomach? Are you part rancor or something because I had my damn suspicions…”

You almost scream at him. You think the force itself might be giggle behind your back.

Embarrassment chokes your mind as you sputter to even think of something. Until the warrior sighs. Bakugo pulls something from one of the pouches attached to his belt.

More ration packs.

“Don’t eat ‘em all.”

You glare hard at him. He knew you had your own. But, you offer him a quiet thanks. As you munch on the bland protein cube you realize-

“You need to eat too.” You tell the warrior.

A moment passes.

“I’ll be fine.” A fast simple reply from him.

“You said it yourself, we don’t know how long we’ll be in here so you need to eat something.”

“And I’ll cross that fucking bridge when if we get there.”

As if the force itself decided to give you a respite, his stomach growls even louder than yours.

It childish and comedic and you can’t even believe the timing. You can’t help it. You bust out laughing. It’s moments like this that remind you this grouchy feral lothcat of a man is in fact someone true and human beneath the helmet. (Or at least you believe he’s human. Your mind wanders about what he looks like beneath the helmet more than you ever will admit out loud.)

“Eat you idiot!” You laugh but a part of you is already terrified that you momentarily just sounded like him.

Something shifts in the air though, faint but heavy enough to notice. Bakugo goes quiet and everything stills alongside him.

“I can’t. Not yet…not here at least.” Oh.

The helmet.

“Look,” you begin solemn, composed. “I swear on my honor as a Jedi Knight you can trust me-“

“Like hell-” he snaps interrupting you first

“Fine!” But you fire back just as fast interjecting. “Starve I guess!”

The words are sharp. You even hate the taste of them, a poisonous bile still lingering in your mouth. Regret already floods you, a wild drowning current. If the council had heard you they would have been disappointed. You’re disappointed in you. You need to be calm, leveled headed. But you know you’re frustrated, tired and…and you hate the strange feeling that’s been crawling on your skin, growing a festering heat, ever since you met this damn menace. So you sigh, defeated and small.

“I’m sorry. Your creed is important, I understand that and I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

He doesn’t reply, doesn’t say a word. The silence, his silence, you discover is actually worse than any of his worst outbursts.

So you break the thick tensioned soaked air first.

“…if it helps… I have an idea.”

You move to the ground close to him. Then sit down turning your back to him.

“We sit back to back. You’ll sense me moving if I try to turn around, which I promise I won’t. But this way you can eat, even have some water and we can just…just rest.”

You can’t see his eyes even as you stare earnest and even a bit exhausted at him. The mandalorian warrior sighs.

“Fucking fine…but if you dare move I’m setting you on fire.”

“Fair enough.”

The moment Bakugo moves, settles against you back to back, your heart jumps an dizzying spin worthy of a star fighter.

You have never been this close to him, ever.

You’re surprised he actually settled fully pressed against you. His back is solid. The beskar armor is not as cold as you believed it to be, even through your robes. The flickering thought of the differences between your form and his makes your throat get tight as you swallow back something clogging your throat.

A gentle hiss of a noise comes. It gently cracks the air and out of instinct, out of panic, you close your eyes.

In and out, you steady your breathing, focus your thoughts to be mindful of the force. However, even as hard as you try, you wonder so deeply about what he looks like.

“Thanks…ya damn shitty Jedi.”

Then his voice, Bakugo’s actual voice unmodulated, clear and even more rough than you imagined, floats in the air. It gets snagged in your heart.

You squeeze your closed eyes tighter.

During the trials to become a knight, your mentors explained repeatedly that the oath, this path, would be difficult. The temptations would be many and they would be strong. You were taught so many ways to fight and be victorious. But you now fear how hard it might be to fight against the temptation growing in you. Because how are you to win against a warrior considered one of the greatest in the galaxy…

Because you realize slowly, then all at once-

Why did you not just offer to close your eyes? Why was your first instinct to offer sitting as close to him as you could?

#THIS GOT LONG AND SO STAR WARSY IM SORRY!! #but wow I’m keeping this message in my heart forever #I’d send you a million ration packs if I could #actually no they’d probably taste like shit so I’d send you baby yoda plushies instead #thank you…so much dear willow #I hope you have a wonderful magical rest of your day because you definitely made my day 💗 #mandalorian bakugo or aka erika stop talking about Star Wars #across the stars: mandalorian bakugo

[leofrith]

Ok I have 3 for you now that Mando is back but only do the ones that interest you:

1) top 5 dinluke moments that live only inside your head

2) top 5 din and grogu father-son moments

3) top 5 choices made by filoni and favreau across shows that make you want to Kill

you fool!! you absolute silly goose!!! i am answering all of them <3

top 5 dinluke moments that live only inside my head:

these are all just concepts for scenarios/whole ass fics that i'm currently turning over in my brain like a rotisserie chicken that i may or may not actually write someday lmao. dinluke is beginning to overtake my brain again like a parasite so i rambled a lot. sorry 🤡

the original trilogy au where din and luke meet on tatooine just before anh and when din is still relatively new to being a hunter, and they spend maybe a few weeks hanging out together and there's something there but nothing ever comes of it before din has to leave. and by the time they finally meet again a few years later, luke has become the hero that blew up the death star and din is essentially just a freelancer working odd jobs for the rebels sometimes and is convinced luke won't remember him but he does!! and as they become more entangled luke makes it his mission to convince din to formally join the rebellion but din keeps refusing because his first responsibility is to his covert and they keep getting pulled in opposite directions by duty :))))

force sensitive din au in which din has repressed his connection to the force since he was a kid and went through the trauma of watching his parents die but it forces itself to the surface in a situation in which he needs it to protect his son (because i adore parallels and i will drag this father-son dynamic into everything wherever possible). and now he's saddled with being a father to a little force sensitive powerhouse while dealing with his own abilities that he had buried down so deep that he forgot they even existed and it feels uncontrollable and unbearable and loud and luke teaches him to quiet his mind and train his abilities. when the Just Some Guy is suddenly overcome with an immense amount of power and has to figure out how to deal with it. <3333

din gets a bounty with just a vague description and a location and he gets there and realizes THAT'S MY HUSBAND so he obviously doesn't follow through but he very quickly realizes that half the other bounty hunters in the galaxy are ALSO after luke. so he spends the next little while batting away bounty hunters with a stick while also just trying to pay them off (which doesn't really work because, as always, he is flat broke) or negotiate because he knows most of these people through ✨networking✨ and he doesn't want to cause tension in the workplace by murdering his colleagues. and perhaps luke is mostly oblivious to all this, but i think he knows exactly what's going on and is just watching it all go down because it's extremely funny and he could easily take care of himself.

din (and possibly also grogu, but one thing at a time here) dies in the destruction of luke's jedi academy and he's toeing the line of the dark side to resurrect his husband from the dead. and he needs to navigate the world between worlds to get him back so he recruits ahsoka who has spent time there before but she's like absolutely the fuck not!! i've seen where this path leads, please stop. but luke, who is the force's favourite little guy, says fine i'll do it myself then. :) and....... idk i have some ideas of where this could go but i don't want to spoil anything. <3

din and luke are getting married and anakin (who maybe never fell to the dark side in the first place or.... something) is very unimpressed with this guy and din and anakin are going at it like jane fonda and jennifer lopez in monster in law because din dislikes anakin in every universe and this is a non-negotiable fact thank you. :)

the rest of these are going under a read more because this post is so fucking long dude 💀

top 5 din and grogu father-son moments:

chapter 15 the believer aka the best episode when din takes off his helmet in front of a bunch of imperials in the first instance of showing his face to any (living) being since he was a child and absolutely none of them can even begin to understand the significance of it. grogu obviously isn't even in the scene but din did that for his son so it counts. sickening i'm gonna be SICK.

the whole sequence when din goes back for grogu after delivering him to the imperials in chapter 3, but especially when they're surrounded and din is looking down at the baby bundled in his arms and knows they're both about to die. but i think he's at peace with his decision. and later when they're back on the razor crest and din gives grogu the ball he had just taken away from him at the beginning of the episode. that's growth, baby. clawing at the walls about it. din djarin you are a father now.

the entirety of chapter 10 the passenger. i don't care how many people want to complain about that episode being "filler," it is perhaps THE father-son episode of the show and one of my favourites of the season. just an entire episode of din being the World's Worst Uber Driver and grogu getting into Predicaments that his dad has to fix. it also gets a high rating on account of grogu's little baby run to his dad at the beginning of the episode. Kill Me.

chapter 4 sanctuary when din is contemplating leaving grogu on sorgan while watching him play with the village children and then when he's asking while not outright asking omera to take him in. the voice cracks. fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

their goodbye in the s2 finale like I HATE that he showed his face for no reason don't get me wrong but the kid seeing his dad's face for the first time? if they had just fucking left the room to say their goodbyes and if that moment had just been for them as it should have been? SICKENING!!!!!!!

some honorable mentions include:

din trying to teach his son mechanics (badly, with osha violations)

din saying grogu's name repeatedly after finally learning it just because the kid's reaction is cute 😭

din holding grogu while he sleeps when he thinks grogu is going to stay with ahsoka 🥺

"this is the seeing stone, are you seeing anything??"

grogu holding his dad's boot while he's dying of a head wound in the s1 finale <3

top 5 choices made by filoni and favreau that make me want to Kill:

(i could literally name 5 from the past week. every day favriloni come up with new and exciting ways to piss me off)

ending season two of the mandalorian with din and grogu being separated, a massive event for the show, only to then have them reunite almost immediately and barely making an attempt to first explore what they were like and how they were feeling during their time apart and doing so ON A DIFFERENT SHOW. i will not elaborate. it's been done to death already. i want to Kill.

the mcuification of star wars is real and it is terrifying. every day i live in fear of cameos of beloved characters who have no reason to appear except to advertise their upcoming disney show and are completely out of character. i want to Kill.

din taking off his helmet in front of a bunch of people for absolutely no reason. it was so unnecessary. they could have at least gone to another room to say their goodbyes. i want to Kill.

literally everything they've done with live action ahsoka. who the FUCK is that? hashtag not my ahsoka. i want to Kill.

this one is a filoni specific crime. why do the clones look like that in tcw. do you genuinely think that's what temuera morrison looks like. i demand BLOOD!!!!!

#thank you never!! i went crazy :^) #answer #variantoutcast #ask games

[malakia215]

I posted 3,407 times in 2022

That's 765 more posts than 2021!

59 posts created (2%)

3,348 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@stardads

@thewriterowl

@materassassino

@blackkatmagic

@pridoo

I tagged 2,848 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#star wars - 1,944 posts

#dinluke - 1,170 posts

#naruto - 370 posts

#mandalorian - 263 posts

#luke skywalker - 256 posts

#clan of three - 191 posts

#din djarin - 148 posts

#clan of two - 132 posts

#video - 112 posts

#fashion - 106 posts

Longest Tag: 81 characters

#din doing something crazy that puts his life in danger to protect those he loves?

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

This is a TRAVESTY. There isn't enough Firefighter Din Djarin content ! So my brain is working on something and I may or may not have thought of Museum Educator Luke Skywalker- who works at a museum that is surrounded by a beautiful garden.

26 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#4

Five times Mand'alor Luke revealed he was married and one time Jedi Knight Din revealed he was married. (Plus two bonuses!)

My second fic for @dinlukeweek!!! The prompt: Mand'alor and Jedi Master. It's not all 5 +1 because I wanted to at least post on the right day but I will fix everything when it is typed up.

See the full post

30 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#3

While I figure some stuff out for Prince!Luke and Consort!Din here is a snippet of the beginning of my Dinluke soulmate AU heheeheh

"In a fashion that would make Obi-Wan and Yoda disapprove, Luke would sneak into Coruscant and lay low with Han and Leia in their suite. And in a move that would make his father proud (he thinks), he would dress up as one of Leia's guards and would go to the Senate sessions to silently observe everything."

32 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#2

When Leia and Han agree they are better off as friends than lovers, Leia goes to Paz and asks for the right to duel him for courtship. Paz is floored, fully not understanding, but agrees.

After a hard fight, Leia wins. After agreeing to the courtship, Leia hauls Paz by the armor and kisses his helmet. He is a fucking mess, still trying to catch up with everything.

Din and Luke are considerably unhelpful- Luke too busy laughing his ass off and Din busy holding his lover up so he doesn't end up on the ground. Din also quips on a congratulations and Paz is like "VOD!" nearly tempted to sock Din a good one but also doesn't want to let go of Leia- who is very pleased with herself.

70 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ya'll heard of Consort Luke and Mand'alor Din but get ready for.... Diplomatic Husband Din with Prince Luke of Naboo. With arranged marriage trope!

Where Jedi and Mandalore are still around, Anakin doesn't turn to the Darkside but still fucks off from the Order to start his own and lives happily with Padme, and Leia is still a boss in the Senate (Will she end up with Han or get a Mando husband of her own? It is anyone's guess. Stay tuned). Luke lives on Naboo and serves there but is still a kick ass Jedi in his father's order. Every mando wants Din in their clan or wants him to fight for the Darksaber but he is just like 'leave me alone' so marrying him off is the only option to not start some infighting (don't worry, Luke chose him).

116 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #mala rambles

[sytortuga]

Final sacrifice (Chapter 11)

Din finally remembers what happened in Sorgan and Omera admits some truths that he may not be ready to handle! ^^

Posted on AO3 on the following link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38372269/chapters/97135575

Comments are always very appreciated! 😁

Final sacrifice

General synopsis: AU universe, in which removing your helmet is punished by death if the members of the covert esteem it so. Otherwise all canon compliant until E16 “The Rescue”, where Skywalker doesn’t show up but Din fights the Dark Troopers with the Darksaber. Din and Grogu, together, they find the covert, mostly as occurs in E5 of TBOBF. This fanfic takes off from where Din accepts Paz’s duel for the DarkSaber.

Relationships: Mando x Omera

Characters: Din Djarin, Grogu, Omera, Winta. Eventually Cara, Fennec, Boba Fett

Warnings: references to child abuse, violence against children, medical procedures, brain injury.

Link to chapter 10

Link to chapter 12

 During the upcoming days, Din insisted on walking up and down the corridors of the palace. His leg muscles were still extremely weak, and would often fail him, causing him occasionally to fall or at least stumble. His shortness of breath didn’t help reassuring anyone, but he still insisted on exercising and he would spend as much time as he could on his feet.

Omera took it on herself to accompany him during his walks despite his various requests to be let wander on his own. He didn’t need to be physically supported, at least not continuously, and Omera made sure to help only when he risked falling. She knew he risked nothing within the walls of the palace, but she couldn’t get herself to leave him be alone. She kept wondering if his request of being left alone to exercise came more from the habit of being alone or a real wish of being on his own. The truth was, she didn’t have the courage to ask and decided to continue being present for him as long as he didn’t openly ask her to leave.

They would often walk in silence, each comfortable within their own thoughts. But whenever they exchanged some words, always about some mundane thing, Din’s expression would soften, abandoning for a brief moment the clear effort and pain that walking caused, and that lit up Omera’s heart each time.

After one of their walks, they came back to Din’s room to find the medical droid standing, clearly waiting for his patient.

-“Din Djarin”, it commenced. “A scan of your brain and heart is required to assess the progress of your recovery”.

Din lifted one eyebrow as if uncertain on how to react.

-“Proceed to lie down so I can initiate my assessment”.

After some hesitation and Omera’s encouragement he complied with the droid, which was quick to start scanning with a mediscan both his heart and head. Omera saw how Din remained stoically and with eyes closed during the process, and wondered if he was truly okay with the process or if it was just a coping mechanism to remain calm. After a couple of minutes, the droid gave its evaluation.

-“Your improvement is advancing at a much lower rhythm than expected. A third bacta session is recommended. I will show you to the bacta tank.”

-“That won’t be necessary”, stepped in Omera trying again to win him some droid-free time. “I will take him”.

Din nodded and they moved to the room holding the tank.

-“Get yourself ready and undress. I will go find the child in the meantime”.

Din looked at her questioningly, unsure as to why the child would need, or even want, to be present.

-“He’s been by your side at each session. Let him be here for you this time as well. I promise I will explain everything in due time.”

Before he could change his mind, Omera turned to the door determined to find Grogu.

---

When she came back, baby securely in her arms, Din was already in his black shorts and inside the tank, which was filling progressively with the bacta solution. He had just enough time to greet the kid by putting his hand on the tank’s window and put the regulator in his mouth before his face was covered with the liquid. Giving in to the treatment, after a brief moment he closed his eyes.

Omera recovered her position at the chair that she had installed next to the tank. After a while trying to keep the child moderately entertained with some lap playing, to Omera’s regret, Din’s nightmares were at rendez-vous. The child cooed sadly, but Omera saw the determination in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to help his buir once again. She offered him her hand and Grogu put his other hand on the tank’s window. As the kid closed his eyes, the room around her faded away.

Next thing she knew she was walking through the forest. She recognized those trees, she was in Sorgan. She was surprised to see the big blue Mandalorian walking casually next to her. She could see her own –Din’s– boots, progressing through the forest.

-“I know we haven’t had the best of relationships, but know I hate this as much as you do”, she heard the big Mandalorian say. After a brief silence, during which she could only focus on the sound of the dry leaves under the Mandalorians’ boots, the man continued.

-“My father… he didn’t hate you as much as you think, you know? He just…”

-“Save it, Vizsla” Omera clearly heard Din’s modulated voice interrupt the blue armored man.  Vizsla, Omera thought. Wasn’t that the name she heard in the clans’ heads meeting? The one supposed to be in charge of rescuing Din as a child?

-“Let’s just get this over with” she heard Din continue.

Omera saw how they soon arrived at a clearing. To her horror, she realized it was where she had found the Mandalorian bleeding to death. The small ship the blue Mandalorian had left with was stationed in the middle. Her heart was racing. She couldn’t tell if it was Din’s or actually hers, knowing what she was about to witness. She needed to get out of there. She didn’t want to be there. Surely the child shouldn't be there. She thought that if she wished it strongly enough, she would somehow wake them up from the dream. But a presence was holding her tight, obliging her to stay.

-“Here we are”, the big man said.

She saw herself turn around to face the blue Mandalorian. After hearing a deep breath, she witnessed how Din stopped walking and slowly turned to face the other Mandalorian. After a brief moment, Din started removing with precision each of the pieces composing his armor, laying them in front of him with uttermost care and respect. Last came the helmet. Without the filter of the visor, her view changed dramatically, the intense light of the Sorgan sun nearly blinding her despite the trees. The colors were sharper, the greens of the leaves crisp and contrasting with the different shades of yellows and browns. Din sat on his heels in front of the big Mandalorian, and set helmet in front of him. He saw how the other man crouched as well, producing a glass in which he poured a transparent liquid.

-“Ceremonial Tihaar drinking, for purification”, the tall man said. “One sip for greed, three for hesitation” he said reverently.

Omera saw how Din’s gloved hands grabbed the glass.

-“One sip for greed”, he repeated while taking a sip from the glass. Omera felt how the drink burned it's way down Din's throat. “One for hesitation”, another sip. Omera saw that the other Mandalorian slightly tilted his head, probably astonished at Din changing what seemed the ritual's words. “One for the anger that has filled my heart over the years”, sip. “And one last one for the people I leave behind, that have seen past what I show to be and have seen me for who I really am”. And with that Din gulped down in one shot the remaining contents of his glass of Tihaar.

Omera felt Din grab something from his boot, and horrified, saw how he produced his vibroblade which he set respectfully in front of him with the now empty glass.

-“Grogu, lets please get out of here. Please, sweetheart, we need to stop now”, Omera said outloud. Or at least she thought she had said that outloud, but there was no sign that the nightmare was stopping or that they were getting out of Din’s head.

-“You broke the Creed, and willingly removed your helmet. The tribe has determined death to be your sentence” said the blue Mandalorian with a strong voice.

-“Through the Hokaanir epan, nobody except me is owner of my fate” she heard Din say. “I broke the Creed, removed my helmet. I did it for my foundling. It was The Way, the only Way to get him back from the hands of those who wished him bad”.

Omera, who was focusing through Din’s eyes on the vibroblade set in front of her, saw in the corner of her eyes Grogu’s small feet, approaching her. She knew that Grogu was not there at that moment, she was sure of that. He was interacting with Din through his nightmare. She saw the questioning look in the kid’s eyes. Did he really understand what was happening? She didn’t think so, and felt how he gently put his hand on one of Din’s thighs.

Omera saw Din’s hand grab the vibroblade.

-“Grogu! Please stop this. You have to stop right now, sweetheart” she told him. But she didn’t think her heard her. “GROGU! STOP! NOW!” she felt herself scream, but there was no reaction of the baby, who still looked up to Din questioningly.

She wanted so badly to close her eyes, avoid seeing the final sacrifice that this man was willing to undertake to honor the Creed he swore as a kid, while protecting the child he had learnt to love as his own.

And with one swift movement, Omera felt the sharp pain of the vibroblade sinking in the left side of Din's gut, and how it ripped through his abdomen all the way to the right side. Her gaze fell to her hands, Din’s hands, still holding the vibroblade lodged in the man’s gut.

She was able to look back at Grogu, now crying inconsolably while holding his arms high, as if he could have prevented what he just witnessed. She felt Din’s body tilting, losing balance despite sitting on his heels, and just as she was about to hit the ground, she found herself back in the back tank room.

Grogu was clearly in shock, eyes wide open, tears sliding down his tiny cheeks. The Mandalorian had woken up apparently at the same time they did, and was awake and thrashing uncontrollably within the tank, moving his right arm clearly fumbling for the button that would cancel the bacta session and release him from the tank. Before Omera could set down the baby to come and help Din, the bacta had already started to empty. Once she was sure that Grogu was safely on the floor, she helped the Mandalorian open the tank and get himself out. He was panting, having clear difficulty breathing. He sat on the edge of the tank trying to catch up his breath.

He saw Grogu, scared and slowly taking some steps backwards, away from his buir.

-“Hey kid”, he continued panting. “I’m sorry, I didn’t– I didn't mean to scare you. I was dreaming…”, he tried justifying. Omera doubted he knew that Grogu was aware of what he was dreaming about, rather what he was remembering.

Grogu’s expression changed from sadness and surprise to anger, and anger neither Omera or Din had seen before in the small child.

-“Pal?” he said questioningly, struggling to get up and approach the kid to reassure him.

To both Din and Omera's surprise, Grogu closed his eyes shut and with a sudden movement of one of his hands, used the force to send his father flying to the other side of the room. The Mandalorian's body hit the wall of the far end of the room with a loud thunk and he fell limply to the ground.

Before Omera could approach him, Grogu’s expression turned again to sadness, clearly regretting what he had just done. But just as the first of his new tears touched the ground, he turned around and started running for the door.

Omera run to the Mandalorian. She found him unconscious and unresponsive.

-“HELP!” she screamed.

She crouched next to the limp body of the man, which she took in her arms, rocking him gently while calling him, hoping that he would wake up before she could go and attend the baby.

-“HELP!” she screamed again when she got no response from Din.

The medical droid came in and, without requiring any further explanation, started to assess the man’s medical status.

-“Stay with him”, Omera ordered the droid. “I need to find the baby”.

---

Omera rushed out of the room and into the corridor, searching for the baby. She went back to their room, and saw Winta kneeling next to the bed.

-"Momma, the baby is under the bed, he's very upset, but he won't come out" Winta said worriedly.

-"It's okay, baby, you can come out now" said Omera sweetly while reaching out for him with her hand.

-"What happened, Momma?"

-"He got angry at the Mandalorian" she said, keeping things vague, with the sole purpose of protecting her own child. She actually didn't really have the time to think about what the child was feeling and what in particular triggered the anger he showed back in the room.

-"Grogu, sweetheart, come out with us" Omera tried again, reaching with her hand further under the bed. "We are both here for you, let's figure this out together, shall we?".

To her surprise, the child shyly reached for her hand and came out from under the bed. He was crying, and Omera and Winta both took him in a big hug. And for the first time, unlike the previous times when he cried in silence, she heard him actually sob.

—

Omera and the kids stayed like that, sitting on the floor, comforting Grogu until he calmed down. Winta would softly talk to him about the things Boba and Fennec had been telling her about life in Tatooine. Omera melted at the empathy that her daughter was showing, she felt her heart fill with pride, sure that Winta would grow to be a sweet yet strong beautiful woman. Unless, she couldn't help herself think, the galaxy's ruthlessness caught up with her. The thought made her shiver. She thought of how Din's life as a kid must have been before being taken by the Mandalorians. Did his parents think the same things she thought about Winta? A child, with a kind heart, one that she knew clearly remained though having to adapt to the culture and traditions of a cruel warrior culture.

A knock on the door interrupted her train of thought.

-"Come in" she said gently.

To her surprise, Din opened the door.

-"Din!" She said surprised. This caused Winta and Grogu to stop interacting and turn their gaze to the door.

-"Mind if I come in?"

Grogu shifted in Omera's lap, and she saw how the baby's expression lost all the appeasement he had gained, turning again to a mixture of sadness and anger.

-"Of course" she said out of politeness, keeping her gaze fixed on the child, trying her best to reassure him with gentle strokes on his back. Whatever was going on in the baby's head, he needed to sort it out with his father.

The Mandalorian approached them and knelt beside them.

Omera realized he had a dressing gauze on the back of his head, probably as a result of the incident with the child.

-"How are you feeling?"

-"It's not important," he said, keeping his gaze fixed on the child who was doing everything possible to not look his father in the eye. For a while they all remained silent.

-"How are you, pal?"

The kid, still in Omera's arms, kept his gaze away.

-"I remember now. Going to Sorgan". He started, sitting more comfortably next to the woman and children. "I remember… you showed me through the force what you wanted us to do together" he said with the shyest of smiles. "You think you can tell me in the same way what is going on?".

-"Come, Winta", said Omera. "Let's give them some space to talk".

She was about to get up, when the child grabbed her by one of her sleeves, imploring with his eyes for her to stay. Omera, surprised by the kid's reaction, looked at Din who responded with one single nod in approval. Omera still encouraged Winta to go look for Cara or Boba to see if she could be of any help to them. Winta, quickly understanding her mother's intentions, didn't fuss about it and left the room, which filled her mother again with pride.

The kid finally looked at his father, with angry tears filling his eyes. With no gentleness, he grabbed his father's hand. Din's eyes opened wide, letting Omera sense that he was being allowed to see what the kid wanted him to see.

-"You think I… don't love you? Why would you think that?"

Din's expression changed to one of pure sadness. He took a couple of seconds to continue concentrating on what the kid was showing him through the force. But what the kid showed Din, left him speechless, eyes and mouth big open.

-"How…?" He started, although clearly at a loss on how to continue. "Even I didn't remember what happened…How could you know…".

Din looked around him, confused, until his gaze fell on Omera's. Though he clearly wasn't expecting an explanation, especially not from her, she felt obliged to fill him in.

-"Each bacta session seemed to plague you with nightmares. During the first session you were truly out of it, trying to break your way out of the tank. The child… he seemed to be able to help. He was capable of somehow connecting with you in your dreams, calming you down." She took a small pause, letting the information sink in the Mandalorian's head. It was clear to her that all these new revelations were starting to be a bit overwhelming.

-"But what he saw in your dreams clearly upset him, he began to get scared to connect with you, but he wanted so badly to help you… get you through the bacta sessions. So he started taking me in your dreams as well, I guess to feel supported".

Din's breaths started to accelerate.

-"I… You didn't…" he kept trying to say something between breaths that was never managed to say. Closing his eyes, with his right open hand he made a circle movement over his heart. Omera wondered if that meant anything in sign language. But before she could ask him about it, the Mandalorian got up and left the room.

#omera #mandomera #my writing #final sacrifice #the mandalorian fanfiction

[blackat-t7t]

📓 !!

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

Ok so!!! Since it's been on my mind a lot lately I'm going to talk about what I call either the "Jango-lives Mandalorian AU" or the "Mandalorian takes place during the Empire AU" (working title Stars Aligned Differently). It's basically what it says on the tin, except it's also a sprawling epic with two "books" and a possible prequel story collection!

It's actually inspired by this fic! (Chapter 1 specifically.) It started with the idea of Boba bringing Din and Grogu home to Jango and Obi-Wan and the twins after meeting him on a hunt. The twins are 13, Boba and Din mid-20s. Because I started planning this before TBOBF aired, it was based a lot on legends Boba's design, specifically the part where he's missing half a leg. (He lost it to a Krayt dragon a few years earlier. It tore up his helmet, too, and he keeps that on display in his room.)

Obi-Wan and Jango have a little farm (Jango makes a joke to Din about how the name Fett comes from vhett, Mando'a for farmer). There is a Jedi healer there too (I haven't decided if they'llbe a cabon characteror an OC), and a few Jedi younglings, force-sensetive kids Jango and Obi-Wan picked up before settling there, as well as other orphans who aren't force-sensetive, and running a mildly religious orphanage is their cover. Obi-Wan and the healer are their teachers, and Jango stays to guard them, leaving Boba as the main provider through bounty hunting. Din chooses to stay with them, and officially adopts Grogu, even though Grogu is with other Jedi now. He and Boba go on hunts together. They grow closer and fall in love, and that's the bulk of the first "book".

Then the events at the end of Mando S2 happen. While the main cast is on Illum so the twins can get their lighsaber crystals, the Empire shows up, takes Grogu, and destroys their ship, leaving them stranded. Jango and Boba fix the long-range comm and contact the rebels, while Obi-Wan and the twins reach out through the force. A lot of clones are working with the rebellion, and Rex goes to help them, along with Omera and Cara, who met Din previously and want to help. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan reaches Ahsoka, who also comes to their aid. Everyone agrees to help get Grogu back from the Empire. They still have to break into the Empire's systems to find the location, and Din still has to remove his helmet and is seen by Empire soldiers.

Now, you have to understand. There's A Lot that happened prior to this fic, and that backstory would be slowly revealed throughout the fic (and then fleshed out further in a prequel story collection, published later). But the big thing is, Jango was under Sith mind control when he agreed to make the clone army, and when he was freed from it he began helping the war effort on the side of the Republic. When Obi-Wan arrived on Kamino he realized something wasn't right, and he was able to knock Jango out and bring him to the temple for mindhealing. (He took Boba too, who at the time thought he and his father were prisoners and kept trying to break out or kill his captors, despite being ten years old.) Once Jango woke up free from the mind control, he and Boba stayed in the temple or on the war ships, mostly with Obi-Wan, and Jango worked with the Jedi and some elite clone commandos to fight the seperatists. Boba was close with Ahsoka and Anakin and regarded them as his older siblings.

Jango was able to remember enough from his time under mind control to know something was wrong and worked with Obi-Wan to figure out what that was, but because they didn't know who was behind it all and didn't want to tip them off that they knew the plan by having the entire GAR put down for brain surgery, the chips were removed slowly, battalion by battalion, and Order-66 was averted partially, but not entirely. When Anakin fell and killed the younglings in the temple, Boba heard the screaming but arrived too late to stop it. (He has a lot of guilt after learning Grogu survived that, wishing he could have stopped it, even though he was only 13 at the time.) Anakin tried to kill Boba too, but was stopped by the arrival of Obi-Wan, Jango, and the de-chipped clones, whom Boba had called before going to investigate. Anakin escaped capture and became Vader. Everyone knows his identity.

So. Grogu is on Vader's flagship. The Emperor is coming, and they need to save Grogu before he arrives and they have to fight two Sith. When they reach the ship, Din goes to get Grogu while Obi-Wan and Ahsoka fight Vader, and everyone else deals with the storm troopers. Boba and the twins reach the bridge and take control, and they see that Vader is getting the best of Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. The twins go to help, while Boba tries to pilot the ship away so no empire reinforcements can reach them.

But it's too late. The Emperor's ship arrives. The Emperor is killing everyone, torturing them with lightning while Vader watches, just like in RoTJ. Boba runs from the bridge to reach them. He knows he can't stop the Emperor, but he pleads with Vader, if there's anything left of his ori'vod, reminding him that at one point he would have died for Obi-Wan or Ahsoka, and that his children are all that's left of Padme.

Vader turns on the Emperor. He's mortally wounded, but the Emperor is driven back, forced to retreat in his own ship. As Vader lies dying, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and the twins approach him to say their good-byes, recognizing that he made a choice in the end to turn away from the Dark Side.

Din arrives with Grogu and the Darksaber as this is happening. Jango and Boba see that he has the Darksaber. Everyone goes back to the farm to recover before going their seperate ways again (the rebellion is taking Vader's flahship). They drink a lot, half in celebration, half in mourning. Boba, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Rex have a lot of complicated feelings about Anakin, as do the twins, who only know of Vader as an abstract monster and Anakin as the one who saved them from the Emperor. In this story, Alderaan was not destroyed (because there's no Death Star yet), but did have a chunk blown out of it that killed millions, so Cara and Omera don't see why anyone would mourn for Vader. Jango feels some sympathy for Anakin, since he was also under Sith mind control of a sort, but he also believes that one act is not enough for a redemption.

Obi-Wan tells Boba that Anakin wanted Boba to have his old lightsaber, which Anakin had been trying to teach Boba to use before he fell, and which Obi-Wan has been holding onto. Boba doesn't want it, because his last memory of it is Anakin turning it against him. Din realizes the Darksaber must be a Jedi weapon and tries to give it to Obi-Wan, who refuses to take it. Boba explains the significance of the Darksaber to the Mandalorians, but Din doesn't want the responsibility- he just wants to stay with his family.

Thus closes Book 1.

Book 2 involves Mand'alor Jango, re-taking planet Mandalore, officially recognizing the clones as Mandalorian citizens, a Mandalorian jedi temple, reuniting Din with his tribe, lots of headcanons about Din's tribe (in my version they pre-date Death Watch and regard mand'alor as a religious position! ("soul" ruler, not "sole" ruler)), killing the Emperor, and freeing the clones who still have chips. If you're interested I can give more details, but this is already fairly long so I'll end this one here!

#stars aligned differently #asks answered #long post #star wars #the mandalorian #blackat-t7t's rambles and ficlets #a blackat-t7t original

[fangirl-erdariel]

Quote time!

'Cake is eternal'

'Was it just the dreaming of my heart?'

'Dress me all in flowers white, so no mortal eye can see'

'Sing with me a tiny autumn song, with the melodies of the days gone by'

'Call my name from the heart'

'Forgotten phrases, tender and sweet'

'Clinging to affection, we somehow do learn to live'

'Running and reaching for the light'

'And I'll show you who I am, if you come where I go'

'In blinded night we are singing a glorious cry for freedom'

Okay let's see... :D This got unreasonably long so i'm putting it under a cut, sorry!

"Cake is eternal" - this is absolutely a crack fic. Maybe a bakery AU of some kind? I just can't decide what fandom or characters

"Was it just the dreaming of my heart?" - ok so for some reason what my brain went to was Beren and Lúthien fic, centering on Beren as he is dead, clinging onto the world, somewhere in Mandos, even though he's feeling the almost irresistible pull on his mortal soul to leave the world, because he can't leave yet because she asked him to wait and she promised to come and say goodbye right?? he can't leave until he sees her one last time, but at the same time he's dead and death does things to you so he's no longer really that certain of how much of what he remembers from life was true

"Dress me all in flowers white, so no mortal eye can see" - okay i know you've asked this before and fuck if i remember what I replied then. But right now I'm thinking immortal Merlin fic, with him through the years, through the changing tides of the mortal kingdoms and societies, slipping through it all almost unnoticed (and possibly going slightly mad with loneliness)

"Sing with me a tiny autumn song, with the melodies of the days gone by" - oohhh, this has a Tolkien vibe somehow. Maybe Aragorn and Arwen, long after LOTR, looking back on their lives?

"Call my name from the heart" - hmm... I have no idea why but I'm kinda thinking some kind of Garashir slowburn? idk anything else tho

"Forgotten phrases, tender and sweet" - again no idea where this came from, but maybe some kind of Glorestor fic? Like starting when Glorfindel's still newly come to Middle-Earth, and maybe he didn't have too much time to adjust to the whole "after thousands of years I'm alive again" thing, and he definitely hasn't had the time to process the fact that living comes with constant new feelings, new experiences, not just slowly sorting through and making peace with all the feelings and experiences from before you died, so he's still kind of reeling a bit and figuring things out again... and then, because Glorfindel was never one to do anything little by little or halfway, he goes and falls head over heels for Erestor and has to try and figure how love (and specifically communicating that love) works again

"Clinging to affection, we somehow learn to live" - so I don't really go for that very often, but somehow I'm thinking of Maedhros and Maglor with little Elrond and Elros? Maedhros and Maglor are all kind of worn down and burdened with like, everything, and Elrond and Elros are small children just torn from their home and family and friends, and it's all kind of a mess... but there's a bit of affection, a spark of something, some care for the twins, from Maglor, and maybe if they all hold onto it they can figure something out, maybe two kinslayers half-mad from their trauma and the Oath can live for a little rather than stumble forward after a terrible and seemingly unattainable goal, maybe two kids torn from everything they've ever known can learn to live, can grow up to make something of themselves, if they all just care for each other a bit and find a little affection for each other?

"Running and reaching for the light" - somehow (probably because i've already gotten myself into a tolkien mood and there's that whole metaphor about moths and candles in Athrabeth, lol), I'm thinking of an Andreth/Aegnor fic where Andreth doesn't submit so easily to the fact that Aegnor rejects her despite loving her, and maybe Aegnor isn't all that convinced about their love being impossible either, and Andreth goes after him, to stay at his side, reaching for his flame... and I don't know if that saves him, or if it ends in tragedy anyway (maybe she just dies at his side, when Dagor Bragollach comes. Or maybe she outlives him despite everything), but at least they have a while together, at least they get to love each other, whether or not it's enough to change their fates

"And I'll show you who I am, if you come where I'll go" - tbh no idea and my brain is out of idea making juice now, sorry ':D

"In blinded night we are singing a glorious cry for freedom" - I'm absolutely sure you've sent this to me before and I'm not sure what I replied then but right now what I'm vibing with is a Merlin AU where for whatever reason Merlin doesn't end up in Camelot (or at the very least doesn't end up as Gaius' apprentice, and doesn't end up really being involved with the court) and ends up sticking together with druids or just with other people who have magic instead, all keeping their heads low and fearing being exposed, but hoping for and working towards some kind of change nonetheless

Thanks for these, this was fun!

#answered ask #talvenhenki #ask game

[lowlights]

Sunday Morning

Hi. I'm back with my fave domestic man, Pero, who just won't leave me in peace. Thank you to @tuskens-mando for encouraging me as always, @ezrasbirdie for the suggestion of the pet name, and all my lovely bbys on here who listen to me rant and cheer me on. I have been in my feelings the past few days and needed something sweet.

Sunday Morning

WC: 2.8k (mistakes are mine)

Pairing: Neighbor!Pero Tovar (Modern AU)x f!Reader (I imagine her chubby but there's very little description)

Warnings: Mature. Just absolutely epic amounts of fluff. Both Pero and Reader have had a bit of a hard life and need to feel some TLC, Pero being broad and large, fingering, smooches, sweetness, talk of food.

BTW: the little potato quality gif of Pedro in The Great Wall rehearsals inspired what Pero is wearing in this story.

**

Thump thump thump.

Your eyes blink open as you are startled out of a dreamless sleep. You reach for your phone, its bright light blinding you momentarily. 7:05 am? On a Sunday? Who is pounding at your door at such an ungodly hour?

You shuffle to the front door and peek through the peephole. You only see a grey t-shirt stretched across a broad back, along with soft brown hair that’s getting so long it’s starting to curl. You don’t need the man to turn around and show his face to know who it is. You undo the locks and pull the door open.

“Pero? What are you doing here?” you ask, brain still swaddled in sleep. Your neighbor was a quiet man who mostly kept to himself but who had slowly but steadily turned into a friend. It started with swapping mail that had been wrongly delivered to the other, had progressed to sitting out on the bench together while your dog Billie played, to movie nights and shared cartons of takeout.

He turns around as you speak and walks into your living room, stopping to give Billie some head scritches where she lies curled up on the couch.

“Kitchen sink or bathroom sink?” he asks gruffly, large toolbox in hand.

“What?” you ask as you slide the locks back into place and turn to face him.

He tries to hide a smile at the mess that is your hair and the oversized forest green shirt you are wearing, the hem of your sleep shorts just barely seen underneath. “You texted me ‘my sink is leaking’ at one in the morning and I just saw it. Is it the kitchen sink or the bathroom sink?”

“I didn’t think you would get here before the sun came up,” you lament, punctuating your sentence with a quiet yawn. You had texted him out of frustration last night after dumping yet another full bucket of water into the tub. Cursing your landlord who had known about the problem for the last two weeks, you had sent the SOS text. “I’m sorry that I made it seem like an emergency.”

Pero just shakes his head. “I do not care about that, I just want to get it fixed. Kitchen or bathroom?”

You point down the hall towards the bathroom and he turns on his heel and makes his way down the short hallway. You pad along behind him and can’t help but think about how his large frame fills your little apartment.

Pero immediately sets to work opening the cabinet under the sink and pulling out everything from underneath. “How long has it been like this?” he inquires, settling onto his back under the sink.

You hesitate, knowing that the answer is going to annoy him. Pero had taken it upon himself to look after you and your apartment, wanting always to make sure that you were cared for and safe. You had chalked it up to the fact that you live alone and Pero was just being a good neighbor, but the true meaning was something that still lived deep inside Pero’s chest.

You bite your lip as you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Um, a little bit. I told the landlord about it.”

Pero huffs out a dry laugh. “He is an idiot, I’ve told you this.”

Smiling, you let your gaze roam across Pero’s body as he takes a large wrench to the pipes. His ever-present jeans were slung low on his hips and his t-shirt was riding up as he went about fixing the leak. You stare unabashedly at the slice of his torso that is visible, his golden skin dusted with dark hair that disappears below his belt. You chastise yourself for thoughts that play through your head as you realize Pero is saying your name.

“What?” you say, startled out of your daydream.

“I said I can fix this today, just give me a few minutes. Perhaps you should make yourself some coffee, chica?” He doesn’t wait for a response before he is clanging around and cursing under his breath. You take one last look at him before heading into the kitchen to find some breakfast and the largest cup of coffee you can manage.

You move through your familiar morning routine, only this time it’s doubled. Double the amount of eggs, double the slices of toast, double the amount of coffee beans dumped into the grinder. You’re watching the coffee beans spin around and around into dust, lost in thought about how domestic it feels and trying very hard to ignore the warmth that is spreading through your chest.

You’ve got the coffee percolating when you sense a presence behind you. “Sink is fixed.”

Spinning around, you smile at him and open your mouth to express your thanks, but the look on his face stops you in your tracks. His eyes are dark, his normal scowl even deeper than usual.

“Why didn’t you let me know sooner, preciosa?” Pero asks with a frown. “I told you I should be your first call when something goes wrong.” He walks towards you, stopping only a step away.

This is a new term of endearment, and it coupled with his proximity makes you feel like your heart is beating in your throat. You look up at him and mumble something about not wanting to be a bother, which makes his frown soften.

He sighs and moves in even closer, watching closely for any sign that he is making you uncomfortable. “You are never a bother to me. Anything you need, I am yours.” He says it like a promise, a pledge. You have been working your way into his heart for some time now, but seeing you stand there in your pajamas, sleep-mussed and soft and worried about bothering him, his feelings for you are dangerously close to spilling out.

You take in a deep breath, the faint smell of him filling your senses. You don’t know what it’s like to truly feel cared for, having left a bad family situation at a young age. You were independent and sufficient, but it felt unexpectedly comforting to know that someone had your back in this world. You can feel your cheeks warm as you tentatively wrap your arms around him, resting your head against his chest.

Although you can’t see it, Pero’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He can’t remember the last time he was hugged like this, having also not been shown much care by others in his life. He gathers you close in his arms and holds you to him, one hand splayed across your back and the other cradling the back of your head.

Both of you stay like this, unmoving, for who knows how long. Pero finally feels you shift in his arms and he is already lamenting the end of your hug. But to his surprise, you don’t pull away. Instead, you just look up at him with eyes that shine with unshed tears, arms still wrapped around him. He desperately wants to take away whatever pain is buried inside of you, confident that he could shoulder it instead.

“Thank you. For everything. Will you stay for some breakfast?”

“Will you make me your strange egg toast?” he asks, giving you a hopeful smile.

You grin up at him as you nod, each of you pulling apart reluctantly. While you make some gently scrambled eggs and toast, Pero pulls the butter and strawberry jam from the fridge and leaves it next to you, scooting close behind you to pass. He fills two coffee mugs and takes them to the table that is situated in the little corner of the room by the kitchen, folding himself up to fit into the alcove. You’re not far behind with two plates of perfectly toasted wheat bread, slathered with butter and jam, and topped with eggs and black pepper. Pero hums appreciatively as you sit down next to him before digging in with gusto, hunched over his food like he always is.

Chewing in silence, you are hyper-aware of how your thighs are touching under the table, the rough texture of his jeans against your bare legs. You try to focus on your breakfast but all you can think about is how good he smells. Dammit.

In between bites, Pero gestures towards your hair with his fork. “Is this a new style?”

You reach one hand up and feel the mess of hair on top of your head, eyes widening. Pero only smirks at you.

“Well, this is what I look like when someone pulls me straight out of bed. Don’t laugh at me!” you say with a playful slap to his arm.

Pero puts down his fork as the smirk falls from his face, melting into a serious but pensive look. “You always look beautiful, preciosa,” he says softly.

You mirror his action and put your own fork down, turning your body towards him. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you place one hand on his arm. “Pero, I…why do you take such good care of me?”

Looking down at where your hand, Pero leans in close to you. He clears his throat and says, “I just want to make sure you’re alright. You…you mean something to me.”

You know the words of this confession are hard for him. He doesn’t say much, electing often to observe instead. Even when he does speak he tends to lean into sarcasm or dry humor. But these soft words are laden with so much emotion and honesty that you are fearful he might put back up those walls of his if you say the wrong thing.

He’s just staring at your hand on his arm, still as stone. You slowly lift your hand from his forearm to his cheek, tilting his head up slightly so that he can see you when you say the words he desperately needs to hear.

“I care about you, too. So much. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Pero turns his head and presses a kiss into your palm, eyes never leaving yours. His soul is laid bare before you, a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. That deep secret, the one he has kept shoved down in his chest, is bubbling out of him and he knows there is no turning back if he takes that next step forward.

You smile softly and he’s done for. He meant what he said before: he is yours.

He leans forward and kisses you, lips slotted against your own. He tastes like coffee and strawberry jam and is tugging you as close to him as possible, communicating through his kiss everything he still can’t say. Your hands are in his hair and gripping his shoulders, clutching the soft grey fabric of his shirt in your fists.

You break apart to breathe, resting your forehead against his. His hands run up and down your thighs, enraptured by the feel of them under his hands and the thrill that he is allowed to touch you at all. “Maybe we can go somewhere not so cramped?” he suggests.

Looking over at Billie’s long limbs stretched out on the couch, you know better than to think she will move out of the way. You take a risk and stand up, coming around to pull Pero up by the hand and lead him back towards your bedroom. He follows dutifully, gripping your hand tightly and almost running into you when you stop at the foot of your bed.

You turn to look at him and say with nervous sincerity, “We don’t have to do anything, I just…think it might be nice to…lie together? It’s still early.”

Pero leans down to kiss you again before kicking off his shoes. You nod at him to take one side of the bed while you take the other, meeting each other in the middle. He stares at you, all signs of his normally grumpy demeanor absent. You turn away from him and pull his arm across your body, urging him to scoot behind you. He does so without another word, just a kiss placed behind your ear as he rests his hand across your stomach. Normally you would feel self-conscious about this action, but he just makes you feel…safe. Secure. Cared for.

Neither one of you expected this, and yet you both realize this is exactly what you’ve been building towards with each other. The movie nights spent gravitating towards each other, the way you both register and recall each other’s idiosyncrasies, the accidental touches that were never truly accidental. Tenderness is something that has been in short supply for both of you, so to have this moment now seems so intimate that you almost feel like crying.

A lump forms in your throat and almost immediately Pero seems to notice. “Preciosa, are you alright?”

You nod and nuzzle back into him, letting his warmth envelop you. His hand skims your torso, down and up again, over and over, softly grazing just under your tits and back down across the swell of your hips. He stops at the hem of your shirt, toying with it between two fingers. A silent ask, without pressure or expectation, to take it further.

You help guide his hand to lift the shirt until he finds the waistband of your shorts.

“Are you sure?” he says lowly.

You twist so that your lips can meet his, your hand tangling in his dark brown curls. “Positive,” you whisper back.

Settling back against his broad chest, you shift your hips so that Pero can easily work his fingers down to your core. He does so gently, trailing one finger across your folds where he finds you warm and wanting.

“Oh, preciosa, will you let me take care of you? So wet for me,” he says as he teases your entrance.

“God, please,” you beg, unashamed at how much you want him. You can feel him growing hard behind you as he seeks some friction against your ass, zipper pressed against his throbbing cock.

He heeds your plea and slides one of his large fingers into you, curling slightly as his thumb skims over your clit. You arch against him, gasping at the sensation. He murmurs soothing phrases in Spanish in your ear, drawing his finger in and out of you before adding a second. He creates his own tantalizing rhythm; thrusting, scissoring, curling with his fingers while his thumb rubs against your swollen clit in between. The sounds your wet pussy is making coupled with the soft moans he is pulling from you make him so hard he thinks he might come right in his pants.

But for now, this is about you. He needs to communicate how he can care for you and love you without having to say the words; he is a man of action and he isn’t ready to utter those syllables yet although he knows the feeling is already there. So he repeats his ministrations, building and building until he curls and rubs together at just the right moment, making you see stars behind your eyelids and call out his name.

The way your cunt flutters around his fingers has him craving the same feeling around his cock. He lets you ride out your orgasm, holding you tight to his body, letting you feel how turned on you make him. When he pulls his fingers from you, you turn around to face him and throw your leg over his hips, letting his denim-clad dick rub against your sensitive sex.

You kiss him over and over again, eagerly obliging when his tongue begs for access to your mouth and squealing when he grabs a handful of your ass to grind himself against you.

“You know, Pero, if this is how it’s going to be you’re welcome over here as early as you want,” you say with a smile, kissing his nose and laughing as he scrunches up his face at you.

“If we’re going to have early mornings, it might just make sense if I stay the night. No commute that way,” he says.

“Good idea,” you say with a kiss before Pero grabs hold of you and tugs you up so that you are fully straddling him.

“By the way, don’t think I didn’t notice since the moment I walked in that you’re not wearing a bra,” he says, pulling you down to kiss along your neck.

“Oh god,” you say as you feel your cheeks warm with equal parts embarrassment and arousal. “I should really put on something sexier for our first time. Lingerie or at least a cute bra.”

He grunts in disagreement. “As if you’re not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen? I want you just as you are.”

You roll your eyes, but he spends the rest of the day proving it to you. And every day after that.

**

A/N: Yes, I make eggs and egg sandwiches like that. With any jam, really. You should try it! Good with white cheddar too...

#pero tovar #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar x reader #the great wall #fluffy fluff #with a bit of smut #as a treat #pedro pascal character fanfiction #i'll never stop writing him just as soft as can be

[phoenixyfriend]

Commander Buir

Follow-up to this post. Not in any particular order, just spitballing ideas, with contributions from several friends on discord.

Like presumably it takes long enough for them all to meet up again that Anakin and Cody do, in fact, end up treating each other like family, just so I can have that good good "well, guess I'm Dad now" energy. Shmi isn't entirely sure what's going on but she's not a slave anymore and her kid seems to like this rando mando, so.

Anakin gets to have a mom and two dads, though one of the dads is arguably younger than him.

Also when they all meet up again and Cody explains the "General Skywalker got shrunk" thing, there are three reactions: (General) Obi-Wan: Oh, Anakin. Obi-Wan: [gestures to take him, ends up with an armful of clingy padatoddler] Anakin: You can't blame this on me, Obi. Obi-Wan, a little teary, because babies cause emotions: Of course I can, you absurd human being. ------ Rex: That's... my general. Anakin: I am, Captain. Rex: Cool cool cool I'm gonna go stand where I can't, uh, break you. Anakin: I'm not THAT fragile! ------ Ahsoka: [gasp] Skyguy is SKYKID! Anakin: Padawan, this is-- Ahsoka, grabbing him and cuddling: Oh my goodness you're adorable this is the best day ever. Anakin: This is humiliating, Snips, put me down. Ahsoka: Never.

Anakin hates being a toddler because of the lack of independence but Cody keeps picking him up when he's cranky and just holding him until he falls asleep and that's... nice.......

- The brain limitations aren't quite as bad as the situation with Sokanth and Ylliben in the other AU, but - Even if his brain is mostly adjusted he’s still got a tiny body with different needs that he’s not used to. Like, he needs to sleep more but he’s got more energy than usual when he’s awake and it’s all weird.

Cody carrying around toddler Anakin like "God you give me ulcers but you're adorable, you little shit."

Inconveniently tiny body aside, Anakin has a pretty great time in this au. His family are all together and safe and within reach. His wife isn't around, but toddler brain means he doesn't have the Romance Drive, so that's not as bad as it could be It could be significantly worse.

@atagotiak asked: Does Anakin get annoyed about being called cute? - To which I say, He bites the first few times but Shmi tells him that's Naughty so he stops. - Babies are cute so you packbond with them before they’re annoying, Anakin is cute as a self defense mechanism - He’s extra annoying so he needs to be extra cute

You know how you need to keep an eye on toddlers so they don't, like, fall down the stairs or put something toxic in their mouth? - They need to keep an eye on Anakin specifically so he doesn't rewire the ship they're in while they're in hyperspace. - He has less self control on account of being smol. He still has all the mechanical knowledge! Just less comprehension of y’know, consequences.

Anakin, with a sippy cup: This is demeaning. Ahsoka: Your hands don't work great enough to avoid accidents yet. Anakin: It's still embarrassing.

General Kenobi can't just kill Maul, not when Maul is baby right now (sixteen, which is baby enough) so he just. Kinda. Kidnaps a baby Sith. (It's fine. He's fine.)

General Kenobi (not to be confused with Padawan Kenobi) decides to declare Maul his new padawan because someone has to deal with this teenager, and Plo already claimed the rest of Ahsoka's training. And Anakin's three, so.

"What do we do with Maul?" "Eh, I can handle him. I dealt with teenage Anakin getting arrested for illegal pod-racing twice a month, I can work with this."

Maul bites, but only slightly more often than Anakin, it's fine

Ahsoka definitely bullies Maul whenever possible

Consider: Rex holding very still because Anakin wanted to be tall, so he climbed Rex. Being unexpectedly climbed is better than being unexpectedly yeeted. It's still extremely nerve-wracking. - Cody is perfectly capable of running around with a backpacking toddler General, but Rex freezes like a statue. - Ahsoka finds this hilarious

You know how little kids like to be thrown around and swung in circles and stuff like that? This must get even more ridiculous with force users. Can throw a child real high and catch them safely. - Rex panics whenever Ahsoka throws her chibified Master

Literally everyone except Rex loves being yeeted. Even Maul can appreciate a good tactical yeet no shut up he's not having fun this is TRAINING - Rex is Suffering - Cody, a very Tired Dad, deserves to mock his vod'ika a little, as stress relief - Rex, a certified Little Brother, shoves Cody off something tall. Jokes on him, Cody thinks freefall is fun too.

Tia asked: So the people who didn’t exist yet got flung bodily back in time and Anakin did the mental time travel. Why did Obi-Wan not become Padawan Kenobi? (I mean “because I want it that way” is def a good enough answer I’m just wondering if there’s any reason.) - Which, well, it really was mostly "I want to" but here's two options, both of which come down to Blame Daughter and Father. 1. They figured a responsible adult Jedi Master was needed to convince people. 2. Nobody was supposed to get de-aged but Daughter figured they needed to make Anakin less liable to kill things for a few years. - Also IDK the Force God-Manifestations also took away any risk of rapid aging and early death from the clones because uhhhhhhhhhhh I said so

Rex and Ahsoka are fumbling their way through a relationship where ages are just really confusing and awkward, so they're keeping it to just kisses and cuddles for a bit.

Cody is so tired he doesn't even realize anyone's hitting on him until it's been three years of co-parenting with Shmi and his General. - Somehow Anakin knows Cody is in a relationship before Cody does. Cody has never been so embarrassed. - How did he manage to be less observant than Skywalker? -- it was sabotage; all his brain cells were taken up in managing said Skywalker -- Because Skywalker was up at three in the morning whacking a training droid with a stick so he didn't have the energy for Relationships

Also Shmi's come-ons are super subtle, while the General's are... well, Cody's gotten very used to ignoring anything ambiguous on that end because fraternization rules, and also because Obi-Wan flirts a lot with everyone. So.

Please imagine Cody and General Kenobi walking around with Anakin tucked into a toddler sling while they do whatever work they've ended up with at the Temple. - Yes, Cody is helping the Jedi figure out the best plan of attack to take down this slave ring because his grasp on tactics is phenomenal and he knows how to deploy people at greatest efficiency, but also he's got a nosy toddler on his hip who keeps offering his own insane-but-competent ideas. - General Kenobi ends up with a Council Seat just on account of, like, being the kind of person he is. As often as not, he's got Anakin tucked into his robes, chewing on the ear of a stuffed tooka or something.

IDK what Shmi's doing but apparently Legends had it that some of the administrative and support positions in the Temple were held by non-Jedi civilians? So probably something like that.

GENERAL KENOBI LECTURING PADAWAN MAUL WHILE ANAKIN'S BALANCED ON HIS HIP AND GLARING AT MAUL FOR STEALING HIS DAD

General Kenobi: Ahsoka's babysitting. Anakin: I'm her master, I don't need babysitting, this is-- General Kenobi: Fine, then you need supervision, so that you don't blow up a training salle again. Anakin: And you think Ahsoka would stop me? General Kenobi, eye twitching: Fine, I'm leaving you with Plo.

Even if he’s mentally an adult Anakin always needs supervision Look at canon! Anakin was left without supervision for like two days and he became a Sith

Quinlan gets distracted by how attractive General Kenobi is and tells Obi-Wan "dude, you're gonna be so hot once you can get rid of the stupid haircut" and Obi-Wan pushes him into the nearest pond.

They end up with this weird "Uncle Jango" situation (uncle to Anakin, via weird brotherhood-ish to Cody) because Rex and Cody are just like "Uhhhhhhhhh yeah okay" about him eventually, and Jango just like. Drops by. Trying to Earn Affection Of Blood Kin by bringing weird gifts for them and their (ugh) Jedi.

"Okay, Rex'ika, I stopped by Shili--" "What?" "--and apparently this is a delicacy there, so just... your girlfriend will like it." "She's not my girlfriend." "..." "Okay, I can't call her my girlfriend. Jedi have rules about that sort of thing, and--" "This will make your Jedi happy, probably. Just take it, kid."

Baby Anakin got his arm back but for some inexplicable reason still has The Eye Scar. He matches Buir.

#disaster lineage #Anakin Skywalker #CodyWan #Commander Cody #Obi Wan Kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Shmi Skywalker #Maul #Darth Maul #Rexsoka #time travel #de aging #baby characters #Quinlan Vos #Phoenix Posts #Commander Buir

[thesmutbasement]

Welcome to The Smut Gallery: where our favorite Pedro-verse fan art lives forever!

Everything here in The Smut Basement is for 18+ friends only! Minors and unverified persons will be blocked. Please heed ALL warnings when you click a link.

No character specified

@enstatia drew this gorgeous Priest inspired by the 2021 BAFTA outfit, and it inspired a hot fic, which inspired us to finally make a new section of TSB just for Priest fics. Art can change the world, people!

Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman 2: The Golden Circle)

@ronnieiswriting drew an Assless Whiskey at a rodeo and I can’t stop staring at it. The lasso, thank you very much. Not the—okay yes. I’m admiring the ass.

Dave York (Equalizer 2)

Din Djarin/Mando (The Mandalorian)

@frying-panties draws some REAL HOT "dad-bod Din" and we are here for it!!!

@honestly-shite drew Boxer Din from @djarinsbeskar's very hot AU fic series

@moodsworks drew this HOT Hunter/Prey where you get chased like a bounty and I’ve never wanted to be hunted down more if this is what I get from that sexy tin can.

@thepoisonofgod drew this In Blues piece and it deserves all the *chef’s kisses*. I can’t stop thinking about how sculpted that back is and what lies beneath that towel…

@thepoisonofgod also drew this The Way To Trust and the way I trust anything she creates will make me feel things. All I can say about this one and I’m sure most will agree is: T H I G H S

@asta-lily drew this Leaky Pipe, Mesh’la? and I can only dream that I end up on his to-do list twice. I’ve never wished rags didn’t exist until now.

@asta-lily also drew Cockpit which happens to be my personal favorite. What a coincidence. He’s straddling the cockpit chair and I want to straddle him in the cockpit chair.

@thepoisonofgod also drew this magnificent creature inspired by Warmth of You by @ezrasbirdie and I want to trace all his tattoos for days just for the sake of research. Of course.

@dindaddy created this and it has lived in my brain since I first saw it all that time ago. I definitely DM’d Claire about this one when I discovered it.

@literallydontlook drew a HOT Boxer!Din that was inspired by Counterstrike by @djarinsbeskar and reader is living my straddling while he’s benching dream right now.

@lellowberry created this beautifully hot piece and please, all I want in my life is to be called Mesh’la while Din rails into me. Is that too much to ask?

@blackdogdesignuk created this HOT Din x Twi’lek piece and all I can say is I am available for purchase if he requests it though I feel like I’d be getting the bigger end of that deal.

@lellowberry created this Din x OC and ya’ll I am having some serious fingering envy right now. This is absolutely filthy. Five smut stars.

@dreadfulvee drew this Din x OC sexy lounging piece and I’m having some serious envy because I would kill to sit in that lap. Unfortunately, that seat is taken but I call dibs on the next one.

@lellowberry drew this soft filth creation and I am having very soft but also raging horny feelings for their Din.

@moskaisley drew this two for the price of one hot Din piece and I’m with him on this one. Serious blushing going on at TSB.

@lellowberry created this Din Having Alone Time piece and I am having some major wish I was there feelings because I’d love to be of assistance or just a fly on the wall for that moment.

@ronnieiswriting created this so soft I almost feel like I should leave the room piece but also the sweet tension is making me feel all the feels.

@lellowberry created this extremely filthy piece and all I yearn for in this life is to be railed in public against a wall, storm trooper and brick burn be damned.

@moodsworks drew this pegging, yes sound the alarm and release the fireworks, filthy Din piece and I have looked at it way too many times to admit. Just know, it is a lot.

@lellowberry created this Din x OC filthy piece and all I can say is I love a good hands on experience but especially one that is as rewarding as Din felt in this one.

@lellowberry created this shirtless Mando piece and I can’t stop staring at how broad he is even without the armor. I am drooling!!

@lellowberry also drew this Armorer x Din piece and guys….it is making me feral and flush majorly. I may need to invest in a fan after this one.

@intricatecakes created this Tattooed!Din piece and I would like to volunteer as the artist to tattoo him for all future works even though I don’t have any talent to do so. I just require pants off, thank you.

@dindaddy created this sexy Din x Reader piece and I would like to be carried just like that and maybe make a pit stop on the cockpit chair.

@literallydontlook created this Boxer!Din inspired by @djarinsbeskar Foul fic and the foul thoughts that came through my brain after seeing this shouldn’t be spoken aloud. Just know I am eyeing that hand on the throat with a magnifying glass.

@dreadfulvee drew this beautiful Din x OC sketch and let me just go ahead and speak for everyone else that I very much would kill to be in that same position and feel that same intensity that she feels. I know it’s not just me.

@literallydontlook drew this amazeballs Din rooftop pool scene based on "Silk" by @juletheghoul (Ummmm... B? This is the third time Lauren @javierpinme and I have parked your work in The Smut Basement Gallery... can we talk about adding you to like a Hall of Fame or something? You're just that good! -Claire)

Ezra (Prospect)

@lellowberry created this beautiful Cyborg!Ezra for their Solisequious series and look at those dimples on her thigh from him gripping while railing into her because I can’t seem to look away.

Frankie “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

@3frontier drew Date Night with Frankie and look at those tan lines!! We love a shirtless Frankie moment here.

@shite-art drew Frankie The Pussy Eating King and I actually yelped out loud when I saw this. My jaw was on the floor and it was a whole mess. Maia helped pick up the pieces, but I’m still not completely together after witnessing this.

Javier Peña (Narcos)

@patternedlantern drew a charming Javier Peña in period-accurate cropped sweatshirt top and tiny gym shorts, based on this thot by @thosewickedlovelies and I am HERE for it! -Claire

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

@lellowberry also created this piece that is based off of her fic All That Glitters and it just so happens to be of my favorite part in it. Other than you know, the smut. I’m a sucker for cuddling by a fire.

The Thief/El Ladrón (Casillero del Diablo wine commercial)

Bottom of the Basement: Filthy Fic Recs Masterlist

[furiosophie]

For the fanfic end of the year asks: number 12 and 23?

12. favorite character to write about this year

prob surprising absolutely no one but it's this guy:

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

i think i actually got all of the ones i absolutely needed to write out of my system but i do have notes for a couple of dinluke's - one F1 AU, one AU that starts as the "i'm an ex-felon who can pretend to be your thanksgiving date" craigslist post and ends up in "aliens are real" territory, and one in-universe polit thriller set like three years after mando season 2 that's mostly about both din and luke slowly losing it bc they fucking hate politics lol

I'll leave snippets for each under the cut bc why not

F1 AU

“Luke wait–” Din says just when Luke finally finds the conviction to get his feet to move down his side of the hotel room hallway. His tone is soft, worried, just like it was at the track. Soft just like the hand he kept at Luke’s back all the way up the elevator. Something lurches in Luke's chest. He puts on his best reassuring smile – the one he gives Leia every time he declines her offer to talk to their in-house psychologist before a race – and turns back around.

“I got it from here, really–” and then his brain decides to shortcircuit because Din has the hand he’s not holding Grogu with stretched out towards him holding his hotel room key. Luke stares at it, not comprehending.

"My room key," Din says after a while, and oh, Luke could have sworn his voice sounded a lot more sure a second ago. And that it’s really not necessary to hold a piece of cheap plastic firmly enough to make it bend in the middle.

"Don't you need that?" Luke says but slowly takes the key anyways before it can snap in half. The plastic feels warm against his palm. Din pulls his hand away immediately to scratch the back of his neck instead.

"They gave me two,” he says. “But the kid doesn't really need one. You know. Where I go he goes."

"Ah, yes," Luke says as if he understands when he really doesn't.

"I just–" Din starts and Luke finds himself absolutely mesmerized by how all the confidence from the track seems to have completely left him.

"I know what it's like," Din finally says and seems to square up a little, looking up to meet Luke's eyes. "To not be okay, I mean. I know what that’s like. If you need anything or if you just don't want to be alone, we're right down the hall."

"Ah," Luke says again because he can't think of anything else to say and because there is this tuck right beneath his heart that makes him feel like he might be about to cry again. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Din says and seems to relax a little, that soft smile back on his lips. "I'll see you on the track. Goodnight!"

"Night," Luke echoes, helplessly, and watches them disappear down the hall.

thanksgiving alien AU

"You stole a baby?"

"I did not steal a baby," Din says and pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand. The other is occupied holding a toddler. Boba snorts at the other end of the line.

"Oh excuse me," he says, voice mocking. "You rescued a baby you were previously contracted to steal."

Din opens his mouth to protest, then closes it again. Boba is not wrong. "Look," he says, "Can I hide out with you or not?"

"I'm not exactly flying under the radar right now, what with that whole Hutt business and all. And you very much need to be flying under the radar. So no."

"What do you suggest then?"

"It's Thanksgiving, any ex-girlfriends you can reunite with for a turkey dinner alibi?"

Din sighs while the toddler in his arms squirms to get high enough so he can put the collar of Din's jacket into his mouth. "No."

"Anyone around you you can romance into taking you home with them?"

"No."

"Hold on--" There is a rustling on the other line, a hushed voice in the background, probably Fennec. "Actually, wait say that again--" more rustling, then, "Have you ever seen that one Craigslist Thanksgiving meme --"

polit arc

"Why didn't you use the Force?" Leia asks quietly, the noise of Chandrila's traffic nearly drowning out her words. Luke can feel her unease at the back of his neck, dense and sticky.

"They are already afraid of me," he says and shifts his weight, leaning further back against the balustrade, head tipped back and dangling over the edge. He closes his eyes, reaches out into the city, his mind brushing over the million specs of life. "Punching someone in the face is easier to contextualize than someone catapulted into a wall with barely a flick of my wrist."

"And you had to punch him with your non-dominant hand?" she asks and then, even though the question very much does not need clarification adds, "You are right-handed you know."

"Not for a while now," Luke grins easily, eyes still closed. The marble floor of the balcony is cold against his bare feet, a stark contrast to the warmth he can feel radiating off Leia, that fondness buried beneath her exasperation.

She is silent for a while. Luke knows what she'll ask next. He doesn't dread it. Not really. Maybe a little.

"When was the last time you talked to him?"

Maybe a lot.

"A rotation ago?"

"A full year?"

"More or less." More. He knows the exact number of days.

He opens his eyes, looks down at his left hand. His knuckles are still bloody but already scabbing over. They will be healed by tomorrow, he knows. The Force doesn't like to let him feel human for too long.

"Why did you stop talking?" Leia asks and there is something eerily gentle in her voice now. She can feel his emotions too. Luke forgets that sometimes. "You had the same goal, didn't you?"

"We differed in how we wanted to achieve it," Luke says. Not a lie. Not really. Leia titles her head at him. She has that look in her eyes, the same way she looked at him when she found him pulling their father's caved-in mask out of the ashes of his pyre.

"And yet you got your knuckles bloody today," she says and Luke doesn't know how to counter that.

#thank you for the ask :) #dinluke #soph answers asks #soph writes #i am currently attempting to write arcane fic but who knows maybe I'll pick these up again next year #was fun to dig them out

[deadhumourist]

Secret Santa 2021: Mistletoe and Mischief

Merry Very Late Christmas lovely Andy @ohnopoe! Santa's ass got stuck in the chimney so this is a bit late for actual Christmas (sorry) but rather a Happy 2022 gift! Thanks again for organising this, it was fun!

This is a Modern!Din AU. Din Djarin with F!Reader, festiveness, fake dating, only one bed, mutual pining. Yeah I bunged them all in there because apparently I enjoy being extra. I hope you like this <3

Warnings: Din Djarin x F!Reader, kissing, Olympic-level pettiness, Christmas, please let me know if I missed something. Unbeta'd.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Din sat in the waiting room of the specialist auto repair shop, mindlessly scrolling his phone. Every article was Christmas this, Christmas that. If it hadn’t been for the kid, he would have just stayed in his house and never paid attention to any of it. A little smile crept up his face at the thought of his son, who was visiting Aunt Peli for a few days before Christmas.

A few minutes into his scrolling, Greef Karga pops up on his screen, a FaceTime call ringing loudly in the quiet room. His heart sank as he realised that he knew what this was about.

He swiped and instantly the screen animated. “Mando! You’re a difficult man to track.”

Din winced. He had subtly, not-so-subtly been avoiding this phone call, but he had to get it out of the way one way or another.

“Yeah, it’s busy with the kid and catching up on things.”

Greef chuckled. His booming voice seemed much louder than it needed to be in the quiet of the workshop.

“You haven’t RSVP’d to my invitation, my friend. You skipped last year’s function, I hope it’s not what you’re planning to do again.”

“You know why I skipped last year, Karga. Is she going to be there?”

“Of course she is, she’s an old friend. If I had to uninvite every person who bats their eyelashes at you, my guest list would be empty”, Laughter thundered through the phone, Greef very amused with himself.

Din sighed.

“Alright. I’ll be there. But I’m not staying late at the Christmas ball. Not my scene.”

“None of this is your scene, which is the point, my friend. I await your arrival with optimism.” And with that the window closed.

Din stared into the middle distance. He needed to get out of this somehow.

He trundled into the workshop to see how far you were with the Crest. He only trusted one person with his gunmetal grey Jaguar E-type and she was currently on her back underneath the chassis.

Your jean-clad legs stuck out underneath the car and as he stared at your shoelaces a thought subtly drifted into his mind like the snow outside. If he had someone there she would leave him alone. Proof that she needed to stay away from him. You were…nice. You chatted to him sometimes. Despite only seeing you when the Crest was in need of some attention, he liked being around you. You didn’t fawn over him or expected anything of him, you were just you. And feisty.

He leaned against the front fender, crossing his arms across his broad frame. “How long?”

The mechanics creeper shot out from under the car and your face came into view, a firm scowl in place.

“Listen. You can have it done quickly or you can have it done properly, not both. It’s a delicate piece of machinery, so I suggest you sit your butt back down or find someone else to work on her.”

When he didn't respond, your frown softened. You could see the cogs turning in his head. He was carefully looking down at your face, searchingly, looking like he’s weighing up different parts of a decision before settling on something.

“I have this…thing I have to go to. It’s a weekend away, lots of people.”

He swallows, looking for all the world like a little boy confessing to stealing the last Christmas cookie.

“Would you go with me? Need a partner.”

You are dumbstruck. While you’re staring up at him, your brain has apparently ceased all activity and the only sign you’re still alive is your chest moving up and down rhythmically, and your eyes roaming over his features.

For the longest time, he’s been coming into the shop. Quiet, doesn’t speak unless he absolutely needs to. Driven away several highly skilled mechanics from working on the Crest because he’s so difficult to talk to, exacting and intense.

You disregarded all of that. And you managed to stick. Eventually he would come in asking for you by name and listen intently while you gave him the run-down after each job.

Now, he was towering over you, arms folded and regarding you with an unreadable expression on his face. A flush was slowly creeping up your face. You felt especially vulnerable lying on your back like this while he was…asking you on a date?

“There’s a girl who won’t leave me alone.”

Oh. So he needed a deterrent, not a date. Of course. A tiny twinge of hurt settled in your chest. You brushed it aside and replied in your best attempt at deadpan humour to wipe it away.

“Ok, I’ll be your bodyguard."

“You’re not my bodyguard, it’s...”

While keeping eye contact, a devilish smile playing on your lips, you rolled slowly back underneath the chassis, softly singing.

“-And AIIIIII IAIIII will always love youuuuuu.”

You could hear Din huffing on the other side, shuffling around. You heard his combat boots retreating back to the waiting room.

An hour later you were done with the car and slipped the keys into his large, gloved hand. He always wore the same, dark yellow tipped, buttery soft gloves in winter.

After discussing the necessary details about the car’s repairs, he reluctantly told you more about the weekend you had signed up for. Greef Karga's mountain resort sounded fantastic, and you would, at the very least, have an opportunity to dress up for Christmas. What’s the worst that could happen?

-------

After a quiet ride into the mountains, a winding path leads you to the front of a regal-looking resort. He hadn’t said much during the drive, which you expected, but the little that was exchanged had your mind wandering.

“So….are we meant to be like partners or like…partners? You want this girl to think you’re spoken for, right?

“Yeah.”

“So do we have to kiss?”

His body went rigid almost imperceptibly. You got the impression that he hadn’t thought of this particular detail before proposing his plan.

“No, we don’t have to. Your presence will be enough.”

Oh. Feeling a little deflated at what you perceived to be a second rebuff, you continued looking at the landscape speeding by.

You wondered how bad this girl could be if his blinding charm couldn't scare her off.

The car pulled up to the resort.

As the porter took your luggage off your hands, you trundled through the snow to the impressive entrance to the resort, Din on your heels.

As soon as the doors opened, warmth drifted through, a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg lightly scenting the air. The foyer was huge, a big roaring fireplace in the centre, with the soft tinkle of Christmas music rounding out the cosy atmosphere.

At the far end, an impressive white marble bar was decked with tinsel and lights.

Greef smiled as soon as he saw you, and turned to grab two glasses from the bar counter.

You realised he would make his way over shortly, and it was time to start acting like you were together.

You gave Din a sidelong glance as you knocked the back of your fingers against his, wordlessly prompting him to take your hand.

He looked at you, the notion taking a moment to register. Then he turned his palm and his fingers threaded carefully through yours. He squeezed.

Your heart gave a large, uncomfortable throb at the touch. Well this is new.

Greef made his way over with tumblers, a beaming smile on his face. After handing them to you both, he embraced Din, clapping him on the back.

“Welcome my friend, it’s good to see you and your lovely companion”

You were introduced and the two spent some time making small talk, catching up the way old friends do.

Then you heard a high-pitched yelping sound from across the large room.

“Din, baby is that you?”

An excited clippity clop of heels echoed as the owner of the penetrating shriek made her way over.

As she came closer, you started to appear from behind Greef, who must have been blocking you from her field of vision.

The clippity clop slowed down and turned into a sullen clip clop.

The woman had a sour expression on her face, her eyes shifting between Din and you multiple times before she schooled her face and pushed on.

Trotting closer, she leant forward and smacked a languid kiss on Din's jaw, a fuschia lipstick mark left like a scar in the world's most one-sided battle.

In a move you were sure she thought was sexy, she winked at him.

Feigning disinterest, she turned to you.

“I’m Kraelia, we haven't met?”

You stuck your right hand out, determined to keep a straight face at the absolute farce playing out in front of you, and introduced yourself.

She offered you a limp handshake, retracting her hand too quickly. After a few minutes of niceties, she excused herself, and trotted off again.

You couldn't help the shit-eating grin on your face, turning to Din. The new nickname was dancing on the tip of your tongue.

"Seems like you two go way back baby."

When Din slowly turned his head to you, Greef wisely took the out. “I’m sure you two need to relax and freshen up before tonight’s ball, I’ll leave you to it - your key will be at reception.

With that, he said his goodbyes and wandered off to greet more guests. Din had started walking towards the check-in desk, and you realised he was still holding your hand. He doesn't let go until he reaches over the desk to take the room key.

--------

“There’s only one bed.” you blurted out. He looked up at you, then the bed.

“S’fine, I’ll take the couch.”

You felt conflicted. It was his weekend away, and you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable. More uncomfortable, you thought devilishly, as you remembered his pained look upon seeing the woman he was clearly trying to get away from.

You had never seen anyone try to hide in plain sight before and by gods it was entertaining.

The suite was lavish. A huge snow-white linened bed (the thread count was ridiculously high, you were sure of it) was piled high with Christmas-themed throw pillows and a red velvet throw neatly folded across.

It created an impressive centrepiece to this luxurious space, all soft and rich textures and colours. Din’s voice pulled you out of your musings.

“Just need a quick shower then you can take the bathroom to get ready.”

“Sure baby” you snorted. He huffed agitatedly but let it go.

He really was a man of few words, but you turned to your luggage and started rummaging through your suitcase to pull your outfit together.

He disappeared and as the soothing sounds of the shower drifted out beneath the bathroom door, you idly wondered what he looked like with his shirt off. He was broad and imposing, but up until this point your interactions had mostly been transactional or focused on the Crest, leaving no time to think about the man himself.

You’re not sure how much time passed, but as you turned to put your phone on the nightstand, you swung round and right into a warm chest.

Din. Damp from his shower, steam still pouring off him. A towel slung low around his narrow hips.

He grabbed your upper arms softly, steadying you, but instead it made your vision swim. You were about a hand’s length from his golden, warm skin, a smattering of chest hair right in your line of sight. Muscles lightly flexing as he moved to steady you.

Suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious you brought your palm up to rub the tip of your nose.

“Ooof, you’re so quiet, I didn’t know you were right behind me. Sorry about that.”

He looked down at you for a moment and quietly replied.

“That’s ok.”

Right. Like you didn’t just smoosh your whole face into his deliciously broad chest, while he’s freshly showered and smelling like lemon and warm woods.

You quickly scrambled into the bathroom, your outfit and toiletry bag in hand.

Peering into the grand mirror suspended over the basin, you take a few deep breaths to settle your nerves. He's just the dude from the shop, not a big deal.

The butterflies in your stomach disagreed.

You took your time showering, shaving and dressing, hoping that by the time you were done, your body would have returned to its former relaxed state.

Opening the bathroom door, you see him draped into a large velvet chair on the far end by the window, murmuring into his phone. While he's normally quiet and doesn't raise his voice, this gentle tone was soothing and you felt like you were intruding on a very private moment.

"Yeah buddy, only two more sleeps…..great…..she is? Well be a good boy for aunt Pelli, ok? I love you, see you soon you lil Womp rat."

He chuckled softly when he put the phone down.

"Um, I'm ready, should we head down?"

Your words burst through the domestic little bubble like plates clattering on a tile floor, but if he was startled it didn’t show.

As he rose, he turned around and just...stopped.

He was seemingly frozen in his tracks, his eyes raking over your figure, an expression on his face that you hadn't seen before. His pupils were blown out, and although there was heat in them, his mouth was soft, his lips slightly parted, like a long, slow breath was escaping them.

When it didn't look like he would move, you walked over slowly, like you were trying not to spook a wild animal, and slipped your arm around his, tugging softly.

"Let's go big guy."

The door clicked shut behind you.

Getting into the elevator, the descent to the ballroom seemed to last forever. Mirrors reflecting the awkwardness back at you, you stood rocking on your heels, looking anywhere but his face. Yours was burning, you could feel his eyes on you. Not in a creepy way but like he was seeing you for the first time and couldn’t look away. Every now and then you would catch his right arm slightly lifting, then falling back down. Like the stop-start of a nervous dialogue that you definitely weren’t having.

Din felt…he felt like his brain wasn’t responding anymore. When he turned around in the room and saw you, he was sure he could hear the circuits in his brain explode one by one like a series of shot lightbulbs.

He had seen you loads of times in the shop. Laughing, giving him grief about something, sarcastic banter…..but not in his wildest dreams would he…could he…have imagined how soft and ethereal you would look standing in front of him like that.

Delicate features accentuated by subtle makeup designed to enhance rather than hide, a dark green silk dress softly draping over your curves, your hair not hidden by the headscarf that you liked to wear when you were elbow-deep in grease.

He was hopelessly adrift and only snapped back when your hand curled around his arm and nudged him towards the door. Now you were in this lift and he wanted to say something, do something, anything, to claw back some semblance of normalcy. He didn’t have a single coherent sentence in his head to do it with.

The lift doors dinged and slid open. You looked up at Din and, nodding, took his hand gently before stepping out.

The ballroom was breathtaking. Gilded walls softly glowed from the dimmed chandeliers, bathing the room in softness and warmth. Giant red Poinsettia arrangements were dotted around the sides, with draped garlands lending a traditional colour scheme and framing the giant Christmas tree at the far end of the hall.

You felt like you had stepped into a fairytale. You desperately tried to resist the urge to throw your head back and twirl, sending the deep green silk dress cascading round you like the most exquisite whirlpool. Instead you looked back at Din again, smiling.

Your heart clenched almost painfully as his lips curled into a soft smile, a small dimple forming on the left. Gods he had a dimple? How had you not noticed it before?

You both milled about, talking to guests who came to greet Din, or people that Greef introduced you both to. The latter beamed like a benevolent millionaire, happy that all his friends were under one roof enjoying the festivities with him.

You were fascinated by these people - they were like a roadmap leading further into Din’s life. Each stop, a different story, a tidbit about him that you uncovered and followed, unravelling more as you went along.

You listened, enraptured, as his friend Boba told you about the time they went sand skiing in Peru and he was about to launch into the punchline when a familiar figure called Din over. The voice was unmistakable.

Reluctant to see him go, you stayed with Boba to let him finish the story. You were listening with one ear. You reminded yourself that this was simply because this was the very reason that Din had asked you to come along - to keep an eye out for him.

A few minutes ticked by, and at another one of Boba’s tales you burst out laughing, your head moving to the side. As your eyes opened, your heart stopped. Kraelia had dragged Din under a large sprig of mistletoe that was hanging by the side of the ballroom.

Despite the dreamy surroundings, you felt a familiar fire in your belly - this had you riled up and not in a good way. You thought it was cute when she had put on a petulant little show earlier, but it was time to show her how two play this game.

You calmly walked over to them, neither of them noticing. She had her hands on his upper arms, her big doe eyes trained on him, and a deep pink pout ready and waiting.

As you approached, Din’s eyes shot up to you, wild with panic, imploring you to do something.

Oh I’ll save you big guy. You just watch this.

You teed up your sweetest smile and exclaimed “My love, there you are. I missed you.”

Kraelia sighed loudly and pinned you with an acidic look. Reluctantly she stepped away as you moved confidently towards Din, taking her place.

“Mistletoe? You read my mind.”

Din’s eyes widened as you smiled up at him impishly.

Then your hands snaked around his neck and you pressed your lips to his tenderly. What might have started out as a delicious bit of theatre for your rude intruder suddenly fell away and you felt soft. Exposed. It felt real.

You could feel the sharp intake of air where Din’s nose was pressed against yours, and then he was slotting his mouth to yours more firmly, deepening the kiss. You felt his arms envelop you and pull you closer so no space separated your bodies. The warmth and feeling of safety made your eyelids flutter closed. His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and a moan caught in your throat at how good he tasted; the sensual push and pull dance of tongues exploring and caressing - scattering those butterflies in your belly again.

You don’t know how many moments passed, but when you pulled away, you reluctantly opened your eyes to see Din wearing what you could only describe as a love drunk expression. The two of you were floating on the same cloud, the rest of the world forgotten.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of soft touches and secret glances, and true to his word, Din didn’t wait too long to usher you back into the lift, your backs to the ballroom.

Everything had changed from the last time you were both in the room. It had only been a few hours but it could have been years. Slipping out of your dress, you changed in silence, Din pulling some thick blankets and extra pillows from the cupboard.

Your heart ached. You wanted him close. You softly called to him, patting the space next to you.

“Din…there’s space for one more.”

For a moment it looked like he was warring with himself. Then he dropped the bedding and got into the bed, keeping a respectful distance.

His mind was whirring with so many thoughts. He felt like the world cracked in two when you kissed him in the ballroom. So confident striding up to him, he’d seen a flash of the version of you he knew from the workshop. The two sides finally merged in his mind. The feisty mechanic and the Christmas angel.

The rhythmic rise and fall of your chest revealed you were already asleep. His hands were restless, wanting to touch you but not wanting to overstep. With your back turned to him, your arm was slung over your side, the soft flesh exposed in the slotted rays of moonlight.

He reached out carefully and whisper-softly ran his hand down your arm. You felt like a dream. The next moment, you unceremoniously rolled over and right into the hollow of his chest, the arm that was extended out to you, now cradling you. You started snoring loudly.

He huffed out a soft laugh, careful not to wake you. Slinging his free arm around you, he carefully pulled you closer to him. He nuzzled your hair and slowly drifted off thinking about waking up next to his Christmas angel.

----------

Tagging a few mates, let me know if you want off! And I guess anyone pop me a message if you want...on. Sounded better in my head.

@honestly-shite @sirowsky @anaaaispunk

#ohnopoess21 #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x reader #Modern!Din #christmas fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #the mandalorian fic

[juletheghoul]

Mysticus Chapter 1

Ezra x F!Reader Soulmates AU

I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while and after reading all of the AWESOME writing on this website and with some really lovely encouragement from some of my favourite people here I've decided to give it a go. Always open to constructive criticism!

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader

Word Count: 1649K

Warnings: Language, tension? (Smut later on)

Literally my first fic, willing to tag if that's something you'd like!

Masterlist Chapter 2

--

“Stay away from Thomas”

The words were out of your mouth before your brain had a chance to stop you. Fuck. The girl you whose palm you held in your hands frowned.

“My date? Why?”

How. How did you always manage to shove your foot in it? You had been doing so well! A steady trickle of patrons to your admittedly shabby little stand. Okay, table with a glittery table cloth and a couple of folding chairs but nevermind that.

“Uhhh, yeah. I’m not sure why but I’m getting a really bad vibe. Is this your first date with him? Where is he?” You asked. You could feel the fear creeping in, like a drop of ice cold water that slides down your spine.

“It’s our first date, he’s grabbing us some food.” She responded, brow furrowed slightly, you could see she was having doubts about her safety.

“What kind of vibe are you getting?” The fact that she didn’t laugh you off right away let you know that she most likely wasn’t as comfortable as she should be on a date.

Your dog looked up at you from her place on the floor, seemingly interested in how you were going to explain yourself.

“Look, I don’t really know what to say I just feel like you should get away as fast as possible. I think you know what I mean, and I think you felt a little weird before you sat down.” You say plainly. You had broke your only rule. No bad news. You could feel her fear now, a wave of anxiety washing over the both of you all at once. In the corner of your peripheral you could see a handsome young man walking towards the both of you with food in both hands. Nothing particularly scary about him but you could feel the hackles raising on your normally silent dog. A low growl came from her direction and you put your hand on her head to calm her.

“There you a-“ he started but before he could say anything else the girl was up, dropping money on your table and hastily making a phone call.

“Sorry Thomas – my mom just called, there’s been an emergency and she’s on her way.”

He frowned. “I can drop you off-“

“No need, thanks for everything and hopefully we can do this again” she quickly called over her shoulder and then she was off.

He stood there for a few minutes dumbstruck. Then you saw something. A glint in his eye maybe? A trick of the lights flashing either from the rides or the games on the either side of your pathetic ‘booth’ and then it was gone. When he seemed to realize that you were sitting there, he gave you a smile and walked away. You shivered and noticed your dog was up and ready to pounce.

“It’s okay girl we’re good.” You reassured her and she once again took her place at your feet, but you noticed that she followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight. Fuck you really needed to work on thinking about what you said before you said it. At least she listened instead of telling you to fuck off, little victories.

“What do you say girl, think it’s time to go?” The dogs ears perked up as you scratched behind one, she responded by standing, her signal for yes. You grabbed the box you had stashed under the little table and started putting your makeshift booth away. The sign which read palm readings $5, the table cloth and the can with your earnings for the night. Slipping the end of the dogs leash around your wrist you folded up the table and chairs and stacked everything neatly and made your way to your Jeep. Tomorrow will be better.

Next day

Carnivals had always freaked you out. A lot of places that were supposed to be fun and whimsical freaked you out. You weren’t entirely sure what it was about these places but it made your skin crawl. The music playing gave you the creeps, the smiles of the people around you seemed wild rather than happy. There was a feeling of something bigger underneath it all, something hungry. Predatory. Patient.

It was a last resort in order to make some quick money with your palm readings, but it always seemed like you were walking into the jaws of some huge monster when entering the grounds.

The dog made you feel better. You had found her in a shelter a couple of years ago and had instantly bonded with her. The staff had told you that she’d been in there for a while since she was notoriously unfriendly but she seemed to tolerate you. You suited each other. What they took as unfriendly, you understood as selective, which was fine. You were selective too. You’d had to make a little sign saying please do not pet the dog but it was a small price to pay for her companionship. She - much like you - was an excellent judge of character.

You spotted a group of teenage girls eyeing your booth, and you perked up. Tried to turn on the charm as it were, usually teenage girls were your best customers. You were usually really good with them and these girls were just what you needed to reach your goal for the night. You smiled along and told them just what they wanted to hear, and seeing them walk away giggling with a spring in their step made you happy. That and the cash you were putting into your coffee can.

Just then you felt it. Something prickling at your skin, like static before a rainstorm. Blood rushed to your ears and it seemed like everything was somehow louder. Something in the pit of your stomach was roiling and you were afraid you might throw up when someone approached your table.

He smiled an easy smile but it held something in it, something that said he knew something secret and you weren’t in on it. You weren’t sure if it intrigued you or scared you. You looked over expecting the dog to growl but she was calm, sitting quietly by your feet. Okay. Weird. She usually didn’t like anyone except you and the occasional small child. She usually hated men in fact but no reaction. It was throwing you off a bit if you were honest but all of a sudden he was speaking to you and you felt like you could barely focus.

“Well birdie, seems like you’ve utterly captured my attention and I simply must know what knowledge you can ascertain from my palm.” He smiled and sat down.

You blinked. What the hell was going? Why did your skin feel feverish? Why wasn’t the dog freaking out like she usually did? Why aren’t you answering?

He patiently waited with his palm upturned and you tried to get your shit together as you slowly reached over and took his hand. He was handsome sure, but never had you been rendered so speechless by anyone before. His rich brown eyes bore into you as you traced the lines in his hand.

“You’re going to meet the love of your life.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Now that’s interesting, I don’t suppose you’d be able to go into specifics about how or when this fateful meeting is to occur?”

You watched his mouth as he spoke, and he noticed. Curling it into the same secret smile from earlier and you felt the blood rushing to your face. His eyes crinkled when his smile deepened it took everything in you not to smile back at him.

You noticed the blonde birthmark and for a moment you had the wild urge to run your fingers through it. You quickly suppressed that while clearing your throat.

“I don’t have a time and date for you but it’ll be real soon.” You looked back down at his palm and noticed something. There was a little mark. Nothing crazy but aside from yourself, you’d never met anyone else with the same mark on their palm. You tried very hard to keep your breathing in check.

“Is this a scar?” You asked as casually as you could manage.

“That particular mark as afflicted me since birth, curious is it not?” He asked with a tilt of his head. His drawl a little more pronounced. Is it getting hotter?

“Somewhat-“

“Has anyone ever had the privilege of reading the no doubt fantastic future in your palm birdie?”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me that” you responded focusing on the pet name he’d given you.

“It suits you, I ask again- has anyone ever been fortunate enough to read your palm?”

“No.” You responded flatly, reluctantly releasing his hand and sitting back in your chair. He stated back at you and it felt as though he was looking through you, you felt curiously naked.

“As enchanted as I am basking in your presence, I unfortunately must depart. Will you be offering your palmistry services tomorrow night? I should like to see you again birdie.”

“Uhh.. yes, I’ll be back tomorrow.” You’re not even sure why you said that, you were planning on leaving town tonight.

“Wonderful, until we meet again birdie.” He rose smiling, he took your hand in his and pressed a light kiss to it. You stared up at him in shock, your skin prickling where his lips brushed it.

He smiled down at your dog and before you could even think to warn him he reached down and scratched behind her ear. Your jaw dropped as she happily licked his palm while he murmured something into her ear before promptly rising to his feet and striding off into the crowd.

You stared after him long after with the same dumbstruck look on your face. Who the hell was that?

-----------------------------------------

Tag list: @foli-vora @frannyzooey thanks for being patient with me ladies, this ones for y'all <3 @freak-nasty-thick-dick-mando

#ezra x reader #ezra x you #ezra x female reader #soulmates au #prospect ezra #ezra from prospect #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #ezra (prospect) x reader #ezra (prospect) x f!reader #ezra (prospect) x you #pedro pascal x reader #prospect #prospect fic