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prince-honeypaw · 3 months

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WARNING: This post contains mentions of terminal illness and parental death! Proceed with caution.

♡ There are no secrets kept between Tamaki and Mirio. They've grown up together since they were just developing their quirks and have been attached at the hip for just as long. Where Tamaki went, Mirio was never far behind! They're in perfect tandem.

♡ Up until their first year at UA that is.

♡ Going to a prestigious hero school was already very stressful for Tamaki, but that wasn't all that bore down on his frazzled mind. Not long before he was accepted into UA, his grandmother had passed away. She was his only living family member after his mother passed from a terminal illness when he was rather young, which meant that he was hopping from foster home to foster home his entire first year. It was terrifying for him!

♡ He was so afraid of being alone again.

♡ Mirio was at a loss on how to help his closest friend. He knew that Tamaki was struggling with moving every month or so, but nothing he tried seemed to alleviate that stress. From putting time aside to help him try to regress or taking him out to do something fun, it only ever ended in Tamaki going home in tears.

♡ It wasn’t until he started his work study with Fatgum that someone finally found the solution to—at least one of—Tamaki’s anxieties. He was adopted by the BMI Hero and finally had that stable living situation that he desperately needed in order to thrive! And, with that settled, Tamaki’s little slowly started to come back out one step at a time. He was hesitant to let Taishiro know about his regression, but Taishiro is one of the most understanding and open minded heroes out there. Different strokes for different folks!

♡ And, while happy that Tamaki was starting to feel better enough to regress again, Mirio couldn’t help but feel this little twinge of disappointment. Disappointment in himself for not being able to help his best friend when he needed it most. He tried his best to not let it get to him, but oh did his smile not quite reach his eyes for a time afterwards. He was afraid of not being needed anymore.

♡ Soon after, things went back to how they used to be! For the most part. New routines filled the cracks and became the new norm... Up until another wrench was thrown in the cogs a year and a half later.

♡ UA's dorm system was implemented for the safety of the students, but Tamaki feels like it was an attack on him personally. He had gone through so much to settle in with Taishiro! He paced and fretted over the new stressor for days upon days before it was time to move in. Taishiro promised that everything would be peachy keen, and that he'd always have his home in Esuha when all was said and done! It wasn't like he was being exiled.

♡ His words went in one ear and right out the other the moment he had to pack away his regression gear, squawking and fretting that someone would find out! He couldn't- He shouldn't- He WOULDN'T! And, regretfully, he didn't. Taishiro said that if he changed his mind, he'd have it all packed and ready to go when he saw him next, but Tamaki was stubborn in his decision.

♡ Moving into the dorms was suspiciously simple to Tamaki. He didn't drop anything, didn't trip up the stairs, didn't spill water on the new carpet in his dorm- And having dinner with the rest of his class wasn't a disaster either. It was actually... Very fun! Nejire was in the dorm across from his own and Mirio was just a floor away, so he didn't feel as alone as he thought he would be.

♡ It was nice. Something he would have to tell Taishiro about later.

♡ However, he hadn't noticed just how much later it had gotten! The sky had grown darker and most of the class had already disappeared into their dorms, leaving a chilling quiet to bear down on his mind. He'd been so content with the company of so many familiar faces that it never occured to him that his schedule had been thrown off entirely.

♡ First was brushing his teeth. Then was taking his medication with a bottle- A bottle he didn't have. That was fine, it was fine! There was no need to freak out, okay... He could just skip that part and take his medicine with a glass of water. Then he could get dressed and get Lilliput r- Lilliput was still at home. Okay... Okay, that would be harder to do without, but he didn't need to freak out! He... Papa could fix it-

♡ Like the shatter of glass, Tamaki's already slipping headspace crashed to the floor with that realization. Papa wasn't there. He was all alone now, all alone without the comforts he'd grown to rely on when the world felt so much bigger and he felt so... so small. Tears fell hot and thick, hiccups burning his throat. He was alone, he was alone, he was alone, he—

"Tamaki?"

♡ His breath caught and he snapped to attention. Mirio, suddenly understanding the situation with only a look, wore an expression that was as warm as sunlight, reaching out and taking Tamaki's hands.

"Hi there, sunshine! What's going on up here?" He asked with a gentle tap of his fingertip to the baby's forehead. Tamaki blinked through the tears and immediately jammed himself into Mirio's comforting presence and fit against him like a puzzle piece, hiccuping when he managed to speak. His words were jammed together between panic and his headspace, but Mirio nodded along as though it was just another conversation.

♡ Because, to him, it was! He knew baby Tamaki just as well as he knew big Tamaki, through timid mumbles and teary babbling, Mirio understood him. Rough thumb pads gingerly wiped the still falling tears off his ruddy cheeks, and Mirio spoke in a soft voice he knew was just for him.

"Okay, I gotcha, I gotcha! I still have some of your stuff on hand, remember?"

At the slow nodding, Mirio smiled, "That's right, so we can text your papa that you need your stuff and go get it after class tomorrow, 'kay? It's no big deal."

♡ Tamaki, still sniffling, echoed the words, "No big deal...", before letting Mirio guide him through his nighttime routine with what they had. A sippy full of water and a puppy plush suited him just fine, but following Mirio to his room was just inevitable. He felt so much less lonesome with him there and Mirio couldn't find it in himself to take Tamaki up to his own room.

♡ So, they settled in for the night in Mirio's dorm. Tamaki picked out a story on his tablet while Mirio washed the spare pacifier he kept around for Tamaki when he would stay over. With the pacifier clean and the sippy refilled with fresh water, Mirio returned to tuck in under the covers and pop the soother in Tamaki's mouth. They were in for a night of reading fairy tales and just being together.

♡ Tamaki barely lasted more than five minutes before he dozed off, his head resting against Mirio's chest. The thrum of his heartheat against his ear was like a lullaby soothed him into letting out a murmured, "N'ni, Mewi..."

♡ While holding Tamaki in his strong, scarred arms and stroking calloused fingers through indigo blue locks, feeling Tamaki's breathing slow into a gentle purr of sleep... Mirio wonders what he ever had to worry about in the first place.

#//I started writing this before finding out that Mirio was in 3B #//So I reject canon and put the funny man in 3A #tw: parental death #tw: terminal illness #long post #sfw agere #bnha agere #Agere Tamaki #Agere Mirio #Honey HCs

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the-sxrens-sxng · 1 year

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Let Our Despairing Concert Take You...

While you had been strolling through the park, you came across a concert being held. The stage was surrounded by a large crowd as two performers sang and danced in front of the people cheering for their performance. Both performers were two beautiful girls, very clearly twin sisters with subtle differences. Behind the girls, a screen with a spiral display plays in the background, further accentuating their hypnotic music.

Suddenly, people in the crowd start acting... funny. Several people begin driving knives into their throats, shooting themselves, or begin hitting their heads onto anything they could, be it poles, the ground, or even each other. And as all the men and women in the crowd found brutal ways of ending their lives, the children in the crowd react... differently. Their eyes begin to swirl along with the spiral screen, slowly and calmly climbing over corpses and carnage toward the sisters' stage, almost as though they'd been... brainwashed. Curiously, you seem to be the only one unaffected by this strange mind control.

What do you do?

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#tw: hypnosis #tw: brainwashing #tw: suicide #tw: knives #tw: guns #tw: death #tw: corpse #tw: dead body #🎸: Kanade Otonokoji (Ultimate Guitarist)#🎤: Hibiki Otonokoji (Ultimate Vocalist)#tw: parental death #tw: child murder #tw: child endangerment #tw: child death #tw: child abuse #tw: parent death

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purpleneutrino · 2 months

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I'm so touched that people enjoyed 'Like An Ocean'. With it being genfic, I really wasn't expecting many people to check it out. I'm really glad it resonated with others. It's a deeply personal fic for me.

tw: for talk of parental death under cut

This year will be the 20th anniversary of my mother's death. I have been thinking about her a lot recently because of it. I started outlining this fic last year on the anniversary and it took me a while to finish, as I had to be in the right headspace for it each time I sat down to write it. I had a lot of anxiety about sharing it and a lot of near anxiety attacks in the days leading up to posting it. I think I was worried that if it didn't resonate with people, that I wouldn't have done my own feelings justice and I would have let my mother down somehow. I don't know. I'm very tired today. I cried a little bit after receiving the first couple of comments on the fic. It really moved me in a way I didn't expect. Sorry if I'm a little slow to respond to the comments as a result.

#purpleneutrino #tw: parental death

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ask-lock-shock-and-barrel · 1 year

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The Saga of Ms. Taibhse!

Part 7

#tw: parental death #tw: murder #tnbc #the nightmare before christmas #tnbc fanart #lock shock and barrel #tnbc shock #tnbc oc: bronagh #The Saga of Ms. Taibhse!#comic #blog lore

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fandom-means-family · 1 year

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"They don't let kids into the ICU."

Something about that line hit me right in the guts, but it wasn't until I saw Eddie in Buck's hospital room that I understood what it was.

Warning, this might get long, a bit personal, and deals with the loss of a parent.

As a Buddie shipper, I was very disappointed at first when Eddie didn't hold vigil at Buck's bedside, but instead kept his distance and didn't talk to Buck at all. But looking more closely, it makes sense and it's heart-breaking.

They don't let kids in the ICU, and while the main reason is probably that they will see things that they are too young to understand and to process, I personally think it's also because they will see adults going through the exact same emotions. And for a kid, that's scary as Hell.

I was 12 when my mom died of cancer. You wanna know what the worst moment of my life was? It wasn't the moment my dad had to tell me and my sister that she had passed away. It wasn't the funeral. It wasn't the last time I saw her before she was transmitted to the ICU.

The worst moment was sitting at the kitchen table, seeing my dad crying and hearing him say, "She will die."

It was the first time that he let his guard down. He had always been the strong one, the one who could fix everything. Until he couldn't. And it must have broken his heart to know that he couldn't protect us from what was inevitably going to happen. And it's these few words that still haunt me, almost 25 years later.

Eddie knows that if he lets Christopher into the ICU, it might well be the last time his son would see Buck - his friend, his parental figure, because Buddie aside, that's just facts. That the machines and the tubes and the lifeless body might be the last memory he would have of him. He knows that, and he does everything he can to protect his son from this. And when he realizes that Christopher will not accept a "No", he does what he can to allow his son to keep his faith, even if his own is tearing at the seams.

He may have come a long way in the last year, he lets himself be emotional, he allows himself to feel, as we could clearly see in the conversation with his own father. But he still needs to be strong for Christopher. If Chris sees him "lose it", he will lose his faith, his trust, and he's just a kid who has already lost too much.

So Eddie tries to avoid that room for as long as possible, and when he can't avoid it anymore, he makes sure that Christopher doesn't see him when he breaks. He allows himself these 20 seconds, in which Chris' focus is completely set on Buck, to let his guard down. But he knows that if he looks at Buck a second too long, he will break, and he can't do that to his son. It's his job to protect him no matter what, even if it tears him apart on the inside.

Tl;dr, I understand why they made that choice. It made sense for Eddie's character. I just hope the writers will address this topic at some point.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #911onfox #911 spoilers #buck eddie #buddie #coma buck #tw: parental death

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takiisieju · 2 months

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BIO: NAKARI

NAME: Nakari ALIASES/NICKNAMES: --- GENDER: male (he/him) ORIGIN: Karaat Village, Outworld SPECIES: Native Outworldian FACTION: Mileena Kahn WEAPONS: (Egyptian) Fan Axe POWERS/ABILITIES: ---

FRIENDS (Main Timeline): Stinger (OC) ENEMIES (Main Timeline): Kotal Kahn, the Karaat villagers

full bio under cut (TW: paternal death mention)

(This OC belongs to the MK9-MKX-MK11 timeline)

Taglist: @roofgeese @onehornedbeast @theelderhazelnut @spacestephh

PERSONALITY:

Nakari is a self-proclaimed coward, finding very little in life worth dying or suffering for. His most noticeable quirk is using his math skills as a coping mechanism by counting anything that counts to calm himself down. Having been pretty much the most hated person in his village, he always presumes the worst about other people’s impression of him, and can’t fully change his mind on that even as he receives better treatment.

Despite his fears and the constant feeling of otherness, Nakari is loyal, as long as he thinks his loyalties lie in the right place. He used to be very protective of his people, viewing his tax collection as the necessary evil to save the village from the Kahn’s anger. Unlike many other collectors, he never collected too much in order to put extra money in his pocket, so he was about as poor as his fellow villagers. He used to view himself firmly as one of them, proven wrong by his people’s betrayal.

HISTORY:

Nakari is a son of a tax collector, taught math (as well as martial arts) by his father. When Nakari was a teenager, his father was executed along with several villagers for not bringing Shao Kahn enough profit. The only reason Nakari and the other villagers survived was that his father convinced the Kahn’s people they would bring more profit by living on and paying higher taxes. That didn’t save him, of course, but that lesson in obedience stuck with Nakari, who was the only one suitable to take his father’s job.

The others, however, didn’t get the message as well, growing to despise Nakari for collecting their money and goods as well as for the wealth he allegedly had. When Stinger’s forces arrived, the villagers tried to convince him to kill Nakari for serving Kotal.

(And the rest is in the fic).

TRIVIA:

Nakari is very fond of the color purple as well as the beads he uses for decoration. He makes those decorations by hand.

FICS:

"Gold and Purples on the Floor" (Stinger x Nakari origin)

ALTERNATIVE TIMELINES:

(None yet)

#mk oc #original character #mortal kombat oc #mortal kombat #character bio #mk nakari #tw: parental death

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nowritingonthewall · 2 years

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OSCAR ISAAC as Steven Grant Moon Knight (2022) Episode 5: Asylum

#oscar isaac #steven grant #moon knight #moonknightedit #chrissie gifs #tw: parent death #tw: parental death #I am so sorry #This is the last one

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sapphireblueandfire · 1 year

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Awful accident where Rhaenyra and Daemon die. Jace is a famous singer and wants to help raise the boys but he’s travelling too much. Rhaena is studying to be a doctor and Baela is in Jace’s band so she’s travelling just as much as him. Aegon - out of the question. Nope. Laenor and Qarl want to but they live so far away and it’s best not to uproot the kids so much at a time like this.

That leaves Aemond and Lucerys. Aemond’s already a lawyer and Luke is studying to take over his grandfather’s business empire (that Aemond works with/for) but together they make it work. They’ve been together less than a year at this point and haven’t even moved in together. Guess there’s no choice now. They take the guest room in Rhae and Daemon (now Luke’s) house. Aemond’s flat is too small and Luke still lived with his parents still but his room was barely big enough to fit a double bed, let alone Aemond’s desk and both their clothes as well. They leave R+D’s room untouched. Viserys is barely a few months old, Aegon is two and Joffrey is a month off seven.

They struggle at first to get into a routine and get the boys settled, but eventually they make it work. Joff’s birthday comes along and Jace and Baela manage to make it home in time for his party. A big event. Fireworks and ice cream cake and everything. Joff runs off before they light the candles, though. No one can find him. Luke stays inside with the babies while the rest of them search.

Aemond finds Joff under the covers in his mother’s room. He’s disturbed the dust that’s settled on the bed. Gently, he peels the covers back and asks if he’s ok. Does he need a minute? Would he like to send everyone home? Joff shakes his head. He’s enjoying the party he just misses Mama and Papa Daemon so much. Aemond’s surprised when Joffrey hugs him for the first time, but hugs him back. Holds him while he cries.

When they return to the party - ice cream cake nearly melted - everyone pretends not to notice Joffrey’s red eyes and tear stained cheeks.

Three months later, as Christmas break is coming up, Aemond is there to pick up Joffrey from school instead of Luke - Viserys and Aegon had a doctors appointment- and there he is, standing in the snow with a big black trench coat, eye patch on and hair long and sleek. Looking as intimidating as ever. The parents are looking at him, the kids are looking at him, the teachers are looking at him. Aemond hates putting himself in such a public setting but it’s all worth it when Joff runs out to him, jumping into his arms.

Until one of the nosey parents ask him ‘do you know this man?’

Joffrey looks up at them like they’re stupid.

“Of course! He’s my dad!”

Aemond tries not to cry. It’s hard, but he manages to wait until they get home and Joffrey’s showing Luke the family portrait he drew of them all (with Mama and Papa Daemon in heaven with Papa Harwin)

this is both so beautiful and heartbreaking. i can imagine how sad and hard it'll be for the kids because it'd be almost unbearable, losing their parents so young, and it would be such a long process, to adapt to this new situation and to each other and relearn how to trust and coexist with this new fear of losing they've been forced to face at such young ages. how to let love in again and it's beautiful and hopeful, the fact that luke and aemond are willing to give the kids what they need, because damn, i can't even imagine what i'd be like for them. that part with joff broke my heart i swear. but guess love comes back to our lives even when it feels impossible. and god, it feels really impossible sometimes but "he manages to wait until they get home and Joffrey’s showing Luke the family portrait he drew of them all" yeah. now they have two more dad dads that truly love them.

thank you for this lovely little story, so full of emotion and detail.

#❤❤❤❤#lucemond #tw: parental death #tw: death

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moody-avocado · 1 year

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Since I am still salty about this

Every time I see a Reylo post, I get reminded just how much I hated the ending of TROS, which includes the abrupt change in Rey’s character, so here’s rant & some lists/meta.

I am still very annoyed by Rey's reaction to Ben' death, so here’s a list of 5 times Rey was grieving or was at least extremely concerned about someone’s well-being vs. TROS ending. The Force Awakens, The Last Jedi, and The Rise of Skywalker are all there. Daisy Ridley is an amazing actress, and this has nothing to do with her.

I am also including a second list of all the times Rey expressed concern and compassion for Ben, almost all of which were more emotionally intense and satisfying than her reaction to his death.

Rewatching all these scenes has reminded me what a sweet character Rey is; she expresses her emotions so easily and is really in touch with her feelings. The ending of TROS is so out of character for her. Making these lists has also reminded me just how frequently Rey experienced tragedy over the course of the three movies.

I wish Ben lived, of course.

Please keep in mind that a good part of this post talks about character deaths in Star Wars, so please proceed with caution. You might find the content triggering; I have used all the trigger warnings/“tw” tags that I could think of.

Let’s go.

1-2 - TFA

1. Han dies

At this point, Rey barely knows Han (I think she has known him for exactly one day here), and still, this is her reaction to him being stabbed/thrown off the bridge. She gets easily attached to people and that she cares deeply. Rey yells, she cries.

Interestingly, her grief lasts in TFA - this is her returning to the Resistance base after Han’s death:

For contrast, here is Rey returning to the Resistance base after Ben Solo’s death; they had known each other for some time and had a very complex relationship, where they were both vulnerable with each other/bonded through the Force, saved each other’s lives multiple times, and were in love/attracted to each other:

It’s almost scary how quickly she gets over the whole thing.

2. Finn get injured

This scene lasts for a a pretty long time - unlike the segment where Ben disappears/dies and Rey is alone. When it comes to the emotional reaction, while you can argue that Rey is aware that she may die as well (the planet is collapsing), and that that adds to her sadness and concern, it’s still pretty clear that she cares about Finn deeply. She is again crying, and she also starts hugging him almost immediately after she finds him passed out.

Bonus - we can feel the despair in this shot of the gloomy forest:

There was nothing to even symbolically indicate Rey’s profound sadness/loneliness/despair after Ben dies. She does end up alone in a desert, but this is presented both as a happy event and unrelated to her Force dyad soulmate dying. The return to the desert was also awful, but that’s a rant for another time.

This is also a beautiful and very dramatic shot:

This TFA scene would make me think that Rey cares more about Finn, even after knowing him for a very short time and very superficially, than she does about Ben at the end of the trilogy, if I were to compare her “shrug emoji” reaction to this one. However, I would assume that she cares about someone that she shares a connection that spans across space and time and that she is in love with, and a person she met that day, who is admittedly very likeable and who has helped her, in equal measure, at least.

Like with Han, this is Rey still being concerned after they get back to the Resistance base; she is reaching out to see if Finn is alright:

3 - TLJ

3. Luke’s death

Luke dies in this one. Rey talks about it with Leia, and says that it was peaceful and purposeful, which I believe is meant to, in part, explain why they are both not grieving more than this:

Please keep in mind that what I say in this paragraph is completely within the confines of the movies/the narrative and fantasy - it does not apply to real life. I guess that something along those lines could be applied to Ben’s death in TROS - that it was with a purpose - saving Rey. However, I just cannot compare Luke - who had a much longer life and a much less tormented existence overall, and who sacrificed himself to “right the wrong that he did”, which was “creating Kylo Ren” in the first place - dying to save the Resistance, to his nephew dying after he knew happiness for probably the first time in his life, after decades of abuse. A digression, but here is Luke vs. Ben, who is shaking, around the time when they made the decision to sacrifice themselves:

TROS had one of the most depressing movie endings I have ever seen.

4-5 - TROS

4. Rey accidentally zaps the ship that she thought Chewbacca was in

I have no idea how close Rey and Chewbacca are, but here’s how she reacts when she is convinced that Chewie is dead:

5. Leia

Leia dies and Rey senses it in the Force. This is probably the most miserable we ever see Rey. She has just lost her mother figure - it is difficult to watch:

Ok, now Rey expressing concern for Ben:

1. TFA - planet collapsing

This is a subtle one, and she is either concerned (she left Kylo Ren/Ben to die, injured) or she is intrigued by their meeting and is reflecting on it (some third option is a possibility - for example, she noticed a ship come pick him up):

2. TLJ - Ben explains to Rey that Luke tried to kill him

She calls him a liar, and while she might also be crying because she is shocked to learn such a thing and is disappointed in Luke, she is clearly sad about the whole thing:

3. TLJ - Rey is mad that Luke tried to kill Ben

Rey is protective when it comes to the people (and droids) she cares about. You could argue that in this scene she is angry about all the events that stemmed from “Luke creating Kylo Ren”, and that that’s why she is in fight mode. Still, it’s shown that she has developed some feelings for Ben:

4. TLJ - Rey sees Kylo getting strangled during the Throne room fight:

5. TLJ - The “you are breaking my heart! You are going down a path that I can't follow” moment:

6. TROS - Rey healing Ben

While she is still overwhelmed and crying due to Leia’s passing, Rey turns towards Ben (my interpretation is that she is also wondering what his feelings concerning his mother’s death are, due to their strained relationship) and then looks at his wound:

Rey informs Ben that she wanted to take his hand after she is done healing him:

She shifts from grieving for Leia, to grieving the relationship that she could have had with Ben.

7. TROS - Rey realizing Ben has arrived to help her fight Palpatine

I love this moment ^

I think that all of these moments show that Rey does care about Ben, deeply. These are her reactions to events that are not as final as his death.

And finally - Ben dying:

The way this scene is presented, it really seems that Rey is frowning primarily because she is confused - she doesn’t understand why Ben is acting all weird:

Rey when she comprehends that Ben is dead:

That’s it. There is no screaming, crying, trying to hold him, nothing.

And then

She doesn’t even mention Ben dying to anyone (there is no discussing Luke’s death-type scene). I am presuming that she has to bring it up, and fast, since this is also the Supreme Leader who has just died, she is the only one who knows for certain he is dead, and Rey and all her friends are... politically involved, but this probably happens off-screen then.

I could add that Rey holds a sort of a funeral for Leia and Luke (burying the lightsabers), but that she does not do anything similar for Ben.

If you have made it to the end of the post, please let me know what your thoughts are!

Thanks for reading, This has been therapeutic.

I do not own any of the materials used/any of the characters, entertainment purposes only.

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boliv-jenta · 8 months

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Din x f!reader

WC:5.9k

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. F/F/M threesome. Oral. Cum eating.

TW: Child abuse. Neglect. Death of parents.

Summary: Din's background was mystery to the other men at the motel, but you, he gives his past and his future.

And It Just Keeps Getting Better

Part 5: The Masks That We Wear

Din forgoes his usual full face mask in favour of one that just covers his eyes.

It's been a long day for him already and while he is still perfectly capable of giving the two women he brought back to his room his all, with one of them asking to ride his cock it made sense to let the other ride his face. Both of them make such pretty sounds as they use his body. He offers up his tongue and a few thrusts of his hips yet they are too far gone to notice. They're too wrapped up in their lust for him. It happens.

He's had women practically throw him on his bed to give him the sloppiest, most enthusiastic head, only to come to the point of overstimulation just by being filled with his thick fingers. Or women who nearly pass out from him going down on them. Or women who were just too intimidated to take his cock. He always offers to give these women a discount. No one has ever taken him up on the offer as they've still been more than happy with his services provided.

The folds of the woman on his face tremble across his lips as she comes. Din can't resist swiping his tongue through her creamy release. She gives out a giggle as he does. He can feel the warm pussy around his cock tightening. He gives a few sharp snaps of his hips to get her to her peak. She wails and claws his chest as she stumbles over it. Then slides down the other side into bliss. The two of them slip down into it together kissing each other softly. They slip off of him until they are either side of him. Their warm naked bodies drag down the side of him until their wet mouths take turns in meeting his cock. Their tongues swirl over each other's just as much as they do his stiff length. Eventually, working in tandem they get him over the edge. One of them swallows his load. He couldn't tell which one as the only face he could see as his orgasm took hold was yours.

"Daddy!" The word bursts in Din's heart. He swears it does every time. The one steadfast rule he has in his work is that no one calls him daddy. That word is reserved for his son.

"Grogu!" He catches his son as he throws himself into his father's arms. Din swears he gets bigger every week. He was just a toddler when Din…Din screws his eyes shut, chasing away the memory. The memory of the little boy toddling around a filthy house crying for a mother whose ears would never hear his cries, or anything else, again. The child's cries stopped when Din picked him up. His little hands found Din's face as he cradled him.

"Hey, Son. How have you been? What did you learn this week?" Din huffs with effort as he stands with the boy in his arms.

"We learned some Spanish. Uno, dos, tres." Grogu counts the buttons on Din's jacket.

Din laughs as he sweeps his son up almost above his head. "That's amazing!"

The sound of the main gain opening drew you attention to the camera feed. Din. The man that you had to stop having inappropriate thoughts about. It was completely unprofessional to have such thoughts about a parent of a child in your care. Thoughts of your legs draped over those broad shoulders as his patchy stubble burns the inside of your thighs. Those full, pretty lips sucking on your clit until you cover his strong nose with your slick. You'd thank him by dropping to your knees until he came across your face. By the time you find him, out on the quad with his son, you're embarrassingly wet.

"Mr Djarin." You nod a greeting to him.

"Good morning." The smile he gives you is warm. Din always has such warmth for you.

"Grogu has done so well this week. As always." You grin at the boy.

"That's great to hear but I wouldn't expect anything different. He's such a good kid." Din squeezes Grogu closer and presses a kiss to his son's mop of curls.

"He is." You take the beautiful family moment in briefly before excusing yourself.

Unlike some parents, Din comes every weekend without fail. As well as during the week more often or not. One weekend a month he only comes by for an early visit. He explained that he works away overnight. You wondered what a bail enforcement agent does overnight every month. Sometimes you wonder if he has a girlfriend that he visits. Given how handsome he is you wouldn't be surprised. Everyone notices how handsome Din is. You were the lucky one who also got to see how sweet and funny he is. Din was pleasant enough with the other staff and parents but with you he really opened up. He was happy to chat to you. One morning in your office, over coffee, he gave you more details of their story than you'd read in Grogu's file.

Din was adopted himself. He lost his own parents in a home invasion. A man that was struggling to put food on his own family's table had broken into their home. He'd held Din's father at gunpoint when he found him ransacking their home office. Din's mother had hidden him in the hall closet when she heard what was going on. Din heard the shots and stayed hidden until a police officer carried him out. Your heart had broken for him as he retold it so casually. It had been a long time for him to process it. From the sounds of it he'd done it well. He found the man who killed his parents years later in prison. The man explained that he was desperate for money to get his daughter medicine. A bogus charge from a corrupt cop had landed him in prison and he couldn't get work. He hadn't meant to shoot, the gun just went off. He sobbed an apology as Din gave his forgiveness.

The family Din was placed with was a strict one, they were very religious. They were caring in their own way and Din grew up surrounded by other kids. When he was old enough, he joined the army. After a few tours he came home to see how he could help others like him. Giving them a second chance his own way. With his skills, experience, and morals, there weren't many options open to him. There was no way he would become a cop. Bonds enforcement seemed like a better option. Better him chase down someone innocent and scared than a trigger happy cop. The system was far from perfect but at least he could get them their day in court and hope that a jury of their peers did the right thing.

It was chasing down a not so innocent guy that led him to Grogu. The poor kid had been wandering around with a soiled diaper hanging off of him. His cries rattled his chest and around his hollow belly. Once he'd calmed him Din placed him in his playpen to check the rest of the house. When he was sure it was clear, he called the cops and set to cleaning the boy up. He put water on the stove to warm while the oven warmed the room. While he waited for the water, he cleaned him as best he could with some wipes. The kid didn't say a word the whole time. He kept expecting the kid to call for his mother. Din slipped him into the warm water in the kitchen sink to clean him further. The boy giggled as Din poured water over his head. The water turned a muddy brown as weeks of dirt ran from it. Din's heart broke at how some could leave a child like this. From the looks of it, his mom had only been dead for less than a day. This neglect went a lot further back. Din thanked God that he'd chosen to come here first rather than the other lead that he had.

By the time the cops showed the boy was peacefully asleep in the back of Din's car, swamped in Din's sweatshirt, his stomach was full of the sandwich Din had bought for his lunch when he stopped for gas earlier. When CPS came for the kid Din lifted him out gently. His arms seemed to become heavy as carried the kid to their car. Then his whole body became heavier with each step. It became hard for him to push himself forward. Especially after two big, brown sleepy eyes blinked up at him. Even as he placed the boy in the car seat and was reassured they'd take care of him, he couldn't bring himself to let go of him completely. He kept a check on the boy until he could apply to adopt him. It took nearly two years all in all but Din got him, Grogu, back in the end. Things were good for the most part, until Grogu was upset. Then someday there was nothing Din could do to console him. Grogu would throw things, trash his room in anger. Din was at a loss as to how to help until you had stuck up a conversation with him in a parking lot.

Din paced next to his car with Grogu locked inside.

"Are you okay?" Din was startled by your voice in his panicked state.

"We're fine. He just doesn't want to get his hair cut so of course he locked himself in when I got out." Din tried to make light of it while part of him died inside. What type of father lets his kid lock themselves in their car?

"Smart kid." You commented with mirth in your voice. No judgement for him, just amusement. "Sorry. I work with kids. I have a lot of kids who have very creative ways to control their environment. It's a lot easier to deal with the issue once they feel safe." Reaching into the grocery bag on your shoulder you pulled out a bag of fresh baked cookies.

Din watched as you began to pop pieces of one in your mouth before offering him one.

"No. Thank you." When he declined you moved to the car.

"Cookie?" You offered the bag to the small angry child sitting in the front passenger seat.

"I'm not getting out!" He shouted.

"I didn't ask you to. I asked if you wanted a cookie. I can slide it through the window if you lower it a little. Here." Holding a cookie up to the top of the window you waited for him to lower it. When he did, you posted the cookie into his waiting hand.

"Double chocolate chip are the best." You hummed happily taking another bite.

"My dad's cookies are the best." A little voice came from the car. It was much calmer than the one that shouted at you a second ago.

"Oh, yeah? Why?" You asked.

"They have sino…simmer…" the boy looked to his dad.

"Cinnamon." Din supplied, cautiously stepping forward.

"They do sound good. Does your dad make them often?"

"When he's not busy. More now that Miss Mary won't look after me anymore." The kid looked forlornly at his cookie.

"Oh? Why doesn't Miss Mary look after you anymore?"

"I got mad. I broke her things but she hurt my head."

The man took a sharp intake of breath. The last part was clearly new to him.

"How, Sweetie?" You pressed.

"She brushed my hair and it got stuck. It hurt. I don't want my hair cut!" He shouted to his dad.

"I didn't know." He looked at you before talking to his son. "You don't have to get your haircut today, kid. We'll talk about it another day. Can you open the door for me?"

The lock popped open and the dad reached in to hold his son. Not wanting to intrude on their moment you backed away only for the man to call you back.

The kid was buckled safely in the back of the car as the man approached with his car keys firmly in his hand. "Thank you for that. He gets a little worked up sometimes. He's a good kid, he's just been through a lot. He's adopted and…you don't need to hear all this. I'm sorry…I don't even know your name."

Once you gave him your name he introduced them to you. "Well, thanks again." He turned to leave.

"Din. It's none of my business but if you think Grogu could do with some extra help I might be able to point you in the right direction. Here's my card." You held the card delicately between your two fingers.

His hand touched your briefly as he took it. The electricity of his touch lit a light bulb above your head. It illuminated how attractive he was. Genuinely, you had never seen a more beautiful man. His beauty was only accentuated by the gratitude in his expressive eyes.

Weeks went by without a call from Din. You'd almost given up on hearing from him until your phone rang one afternoon.

"It's Din. We met a while back and you told me to call if I needed help." His deep voice came down the phone.

The stress was clear in his voice. If he was calling you after this long it must be bad. Din explained how Grogu's behaviour had worsened, he was acting out at school, he'd hurt other kids, he'd threatened a teacher with scissors. They'd permanently excluded him after that. If he kept it up Din was worried he would lose him.

By the end of the call, you decided to pull some strings to get Grogu into your school. You'd informed Din that it would still cost quite a bit to have him there, even with any support you could give him.

His simple reply was "I'll get the money."

That was seven months ago. Grogu had settled in nicely after Din's reassurance that all the staff were there to help him. The school was set up to nurture children that were having a hard time. They came from all walks of life. Some had trauma. Some were dealing with a new diagnosis. It turned out Grogu was both. The trauma from his early years had had an effect on his brain development. With that as an excuse for his behaviour no one bothered to look closer at him for any neurodivergent traits. Din had no concerns at home until he started school. That seemed to be a trigger for a lot of his behaviour at home.

Din had been blaming himself at first as Grogu was only ever upset at home, his school thought he was a model student, until you explained to him. "We see it a lot. Kid's mask all day. They don't have the energy or feel the need to do it at home. That's a good thing, Grogu feels safe enough with you to take off his mask."

Din set the mask on the counter as he splashed some water on his face. The two women in his bed were keeping each other amused for now but he was going to have to go out there and finish his job.

The mask had been a gimmick at first. Mrs Lord had suggested it. Before the very successful practical part of his interview, they'd talked at length about his boundaries. Mrs Lord had such a forthright way about her that he had no trouble confessing to carrying a little guilt about the whole thing due to his religious upbringing.

Learning closer to him she'd asked. "Then, if you don't mind me asking, why are you considering this?"

Din explained all about his son and the private school that could help him. Mrs Lord decided there and then to throw any work she could his way, even if he couldn't be an escort. Odd jobs, security, whatever they had. Then he'd made her squirt all over him and she made sure Ezra added him to the motel menu straight away.

Din thought about going without the mask now that he was more comfortable about the work. The shame doesn't bubble under his skin like it used to. He's made peace that his God would forgive him for doing what he has to for his son. Then he decided to keep it. It made a distinction between him having sex for money and having it for pleasure. Not that he was doing that at the moment. There was only one woman he wanted and she was off limits while Grogu was at her school.

"Oh, fuck!" The woman's groans were lost against the pussy of the woman that rode his cock earlier.

She'd ask him to take her from behind while she ate the other woman out. Din had no problem with that. The position just made his job easier. He could zone out and think about you. Although that brought him more shame than the prostitution. He shouldn't be using his memories of your pretty face to get himself off. He shouldn't be thinking about the curve of your ass in your jeans and how it would look bare in front of him as he slipped his cock in deep. He shouldn't be ramming his cock into another woman to work out his frustration of it not being your pussy creaming around him. The pussy clenching and twitching around him does nothing for him compared to his thought of you. Then he really thinks about you as if you're the one he's touching. He slides his hands over your breast as he brings you close to him. His thumbs circle your nipples while he kisses your neck. His thrusts are steady and shallow throughout. Until his hands trail lower, one on your hip angling you away from him and the other on your sopping clit. His hips pick up speed as do his fingers. Soon he's shooting his load inside you. Finally staking his claim on you as you gush around him.

When he comes back to himself 'you' are trembling on the bed, while 'your' friend looks at him slack jawed. "I'll pay extra if you can get me to do that."

He doesn't in the end. Some women just can't. But he gives her his cock, his fingers, his tongue. He eats her pussy and her ass. He chokes her a little. He spanks her. Cums on her face. He fulfils every request she has until she is completely worn out. She doesn't get to squirt but she does pay him extra for every act he performs. So much so, in fact that he's able to quit.

Mrs Lord greets Din with a hug, this past year she'd clearly had a soft spot for him beyond him being the only one to make her squirt. "Wow, I can't believe Joel did all this!" She slowly twirled in the hallway.

Din felt the pride for his modest home swell in his chest. "Not just Joel. They all helped. Even your husband from time to time."

"Max doing manual labour and I missed it?! I'll have to get him to role play that." Her laugh told him she wasn't really joking.

"We wouldn't have this without the two of you so thank you again." Din knew Mrs Lord wasn't big on taking gratitude.

Exactly how Din expected, she brushed it off. "We just gave you the land, same as Jack. You made it a home. Speaking of which.."

"Mrs Lord!" Grogu flew out from the living room to give her a crushing hug.

"Hi, Sweetheart!" She dropped down to her knees to return the hug just as fiercely. "Your dad tells me you love your new school. Do you want to tell me all about it while your dad is out?"

Grogu hummed a yes as he dragged her into the living room. Din mouthed a thank you and called a goodbye to Grogu.

Sitting at the wheel of his car, Din took a moment to be thankful. He looked at the cabin built by him and his friends. Din had been a little lost since his army days but now he had a new team at his side. They built a home for his son. His son, who was back with him now in more ways than one. At one point, when Grogu's rage got so bad Din thought he had lost him. Now, after those months away at school, he had his sweet, considerate little boy back. Between the intensive therapies and his teachers giving him the tools he needed to manage his emotions the boy was so much happier. The biggest change came when you had sat with him and Din to explain why Grogu felt the way he did. Grogu was smart and articulate, just giving him an answer as to why his emotions were so big and powerful sometimes gave him a whole new outlook.

Din had to hold back the tears when Grogu had asked "So I'm not a naughty boy?"

Din kept his voice even when he pulled the child onto his knee to hug him. "You were never and could never be a naughty boy. You just had a big battle to fight with your feelings but that's over now. Okay? You won. You know what to do with those big feelings now. Right?"

"Right." Came Grogu's muffled reply from Din's chest. "Daddy? A little too tight."

"Sorry, kid." Din laughed, releasing him.

Grogu was able to transfer to a local school who understood his needs. He was happy and thriving. Din was near tears when someone knocked on his window.

Din must have really been absorbed by his thoughts if Jack could sneak up on him on his prize winning filly.

"Evenin' partner." Jack made a show of tipping his hat. "So, tonight is the night?"

It seemed stupid for a man who used to sell sex to get bashful about it but Din flushed as he nodded.

"Well, I'm sure your little lady will have a wonderful time." Jack winked before urging his horse away.

Din immediately regretted discussing his love life with Jack. The cowboy wasn't exactly the best person to get romantic advice from since he was clearly in love with one of his regulars, not that either one would admit it. Din had confided in him because he was really good at keeping secrets. Even in the motel where everyone knew each other's business, except the exact nature of Oberyn and Dieter's relationship. Brushing off his embarrassment Din headed out to your place.

"Are you sure…you want…?" Din asks between kisses and pants.

"Yes." The word is pushed into his mouth as your tongue returns to it.

Din's never been kissed like this before. There's lust in it, he's felt that hundreds of times, but it's the passion that has his toes curling. You don't just want his body or the fantasy of him. It's not his uniform that turns you on or his job. You want him. Just him. He feels it as you tug him closer. As your fingers edge under his clothes silently asking his boundaries. He shows that with you, he has none as he pulls off his shirt. More clothes fall away as you lead him to your bedroom. The dinner plates are left half eaten at the table. A simple thank you kiss had quickly caused your desires to overflow. Din had wanted to keep sex off of the table for a while. Him withholding it almost led to you having sex on the table.

The passion simmers down once you're both in your underwear on your soft sheets. The warm, low lighting of your room creates a cosy atmosphere as Din takes his time to study your face. You're glowing with anticipation. His attention makes you giggle self consciously.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Din says it with such honesty in his eyes that you actually believe him.

Not about you being the most beautiful woman in the world, but that he believes it. It makes you feel like a goddess.

When Din had first been open about his second job, part of you found it very hot that a man people lusted after enough to pay for his company wanted you.

In this moment that isn't what makes you feel special, that is something purely Din. The man is so earnest and expressive with those eyes. From getting to know him all these months you know there isn't an insincere bone in his body. He's careful with his words, he doesn't speak unless it's necessary. He doesn't say things just for effect. He's proven himself to be deeply kind and thoughtful. It shows in his relationship with Grogu and how respectful he's been of you so far.

There was clearly something between you for a while now but he never pushed it, never made you feel uncomfortable or unprofessional. He'd asked you out for coffee the week after he arranged for Grogu to transfer schools. Everyone was so sad to see the little boy go. It was hard not to spend time with the kid and not love him a little. He was so full of life and curiosity. He was sweet and helpful. The only solace in him leaving was that they had genuinely done all that they could for him. With their help, he was healing from his past and handling the rough hand he was dealt. They thought that best thing they could do for him in the end was send him back to his father. From the update she had from his new school, they were right.

"You're beautiful, too. I always found it so hard not to stare when you visited." The confession makes you feel like a love sick schoolgirl.

"Maybe I should have worn my mask." The light hearted joke makes your pussy twitch. Din had told you all about the mask he wore at work. Noticing your reaction he added. "Maybe I should wear it next time."

With that the romance in the air shifts to lust once more.

Din positions himself between your legs. "Is this okay?"

Swallowing at the sight of him you nod.

"I'd like you to say it." He speaks against your cheek as he starts to kiss there.

"It's okay, Din. I want you." His lips trail lower as you speak.

"How do you want me?" His lips hover over the swell of your breasts, teasingly close. His warm breath flows over them.

"Anyway you'll take me, Din. I need you. And...you are the expect."

Din smiles against your skin as he finally lowers his lips to kiss your cleavage. "That was different. That was business. This will be pure pleasure. Do you want me to please you?"

"God, yes. Please, Din." You begging shoots straight to his cock. He's imagined you wanting him so many times.

"Good." He grins. His lips push at the lace at your chest as his fingers trace the lace at your hips. "I wanted to make you come for so long. I bet you look even more beautiful when you do." The finger at your hip runs along your waistband. Slowly it begins to dip into your panties as he mouths at your nipples through the light fabric.

His light touch is driving you insane. When you lift your lips, his free hand spreads against your lower stomach. "You can be patient a little while longer, can't you? The way I want to give you my cock, I need you nice and wet for me."

"I am Din. Feel." At your instance the finger finally runs through your folds right the way down to your opening before pressing in just a touch. Even the tiniest intrusion of him makes you gasp. "Oh, Din. Please."

There you go again with your pleas. It's taking all of Din's practised discipline not to flip you over and fuck you like he's been itching to. Or maybe he'll wrap your legs around his neck and near bend you in two so he can ram himself into that spot that will make you scream for him. He longs to hear you call his name in ecstasy.

"You don't have to beg, pretty girl. Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Make us both feel good." Lifting up off of you he pulls you up to kneel with him on the bed. Taking your hand, he lays it over the bulge in his boxer briefs. The first thing you noticed is the heat, his body runs warm but his cock is like a furnace. The second thing, which is odd because it really is an attention grabber, is the size. He is huge. Thick, long. Just huge. "Fuck." You near whimper.

"You still want this right now?" He speaks against your lips as he guides you hand up and down his length.

In answer you slip your hand inside the fabric to jerk him slowly. Your hand smears pre-cum in its wake. Din's breathing picks up and it highlights the muscles in his torso with every breath. You long to run your tongue over every ridge. That will have to wait for another day. It's getting to the point where you feel like you need his cock more than the air you breathe. Which is fortunate as when he bends you over a moment later and pushes the head of his impressive cock inside it steals your breath.

He only gives you an inch before he stills. "Can you take it?"

"Yes." You moan as you sink back onto him.

Din grits his teeth behind you. "Oh, yes, you can. Take it all." He pushed forward meeting you.

When he bottoms out you grip the headboard for dear life. No man has ever filled you like this. The feeling is indescribable. Nothing else permeates your consciousness as Din begins to thrust. He takes it slow at first. Shallow and deep. Then he realises that you take him like you were made for him. He speeds up, his thrusts become longer, even deeper. Then there is literally nothing you can do but take it. The pleasure is just too much. Your continual moans are your only contribution to what is going on. Din is purposefully working your slick opening with his girth and slamming the head into that spot that's hard to reach on your own. The pleasure is overwhelming yet it still keeps growing.

"Sorry." Din pulls out suddenly. His hands are on you urgering you to move. "I need to see your face."

With you on your back he fills you again. He lifts your hips higher on his and finds that spot again. His hands find your ass. They grip you so tight that he holds your cheeks open. The tension stimulates your hole to the point where you think about all the things you could explore with this gorgeous man. Din is truly a work of art above you. Honed muscles glistening with sweat. Those full lips parted as he pants and groans. Even his cock perpetually slipping inside you is fave prettier than it has a right to be. For a second, you wonder if he thinks the same of your pussy. He certainly seems happy to stare at it as it takes his length.

"Fuck. So perfect around me. I don't think I can last." His voice is even deeper now. It rumbles from his breathless chest.

"Then don't. Fill me up Din. Come for me." You feel his cock twitch.

"Not without you." One of his hands leaves your ass to find your clit.

A few strokes of his thumb is all it takes to push your already sensitive nerves to that sweet breaking point.

For all your moans, not one sound passes your lips as you come for him. You want to scream his name but your breath is lost as your whole body tenses.

For a change Din does enough taking for the both of you. "Ugh. Yes. Grip me so tight, Baby. Uh." His breathing becomes erratic and his moans louder. "Yes. You want my cum, don't you? This needy little hole is asking for it. You want me to shoot my hot load in your perfect little cunt." A whine that sends shivers though you cuts through the air. "Ah. Take it. Take it. Take it."

A copious amount of cum burst from Din's cock, you feel it deep then it gushes around his still pulsing cock as he thrusts and spreads it over your fucked out pussy. A pussy that Din stares at after he pulls out. You look so good covered in his cum. Mouth watering even. Finally finding your voice, you squeal as Din's mouth engulfs your pussy. He licks, kisses and slurps his way over it eagerly.

When he comes to your clit he sucks hard and you are gone again. "Oh, fuck. Din! Din!" Your whole body shakes underneath him.

That self satisfied grin that you have begun to recognise when he runs his smart mouth presses against your folds as you try to remember your own name. The only word in your head is 'Din'.

"Did I please you?" He moves up the bed to mouth at your breast.

All you can do is give a pleased huff. His lazy attention on your tits becomes more focused. His soft lips wrap around each nipple in turn, sucking and sending shock waves to your pussy causing the last of Din's cum to drip out. His fingers glide through it as he finds your clit to make you come for him one more time.

As if the three orgasms weren't enough to solidify Din's position as the best lover you'd ever had, his aftercare game was on point.

He pulls you up to guide you to the bathroom. "You go get cleaned up."

When you return to the bedroom, there's a glass of water on your nightstand and Din has salvaged the rest of dinner. Once dinner is done, his strong hands find your calves to massage them. "You really tensed up back there."

"Do you want me to stay the night or let you sleep?" He asks gently.

"Will I not sleep if you stay?" A sly grin tugs at your lips.

"That's up to you. I just meant you might sleep easier without me."

"I think I'd sleep much better with you."

You were right. You slept deeply filled with hope for the new relationship that was flourishing between you.

Din did too. When he woke with your curled up form soft with sleep pressed into him and a text from Mrs Lord to say that Grogu had slept well and was spending the day with Jack on the farm, he felt like all his days of roaming were done. He'd finally found the home that he thought was lost long ago.

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