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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for asking my partner not to interrupt me while I'm streaming?

Asking on here because she has Reddit and I don't want to upset her further while I ask for an outside consensus.

I stream video game content as a profession. Playthroughs, mods, tutorials, reviews, ect. I found streaming to be more profitable than pre-filmed video content. I'd say on average I can "work" for 10 - 30 hours a week.

She works on an alternating schedule where she does a week of full time hours then a week of part time hours. All in all, we work pretty reasonable hours between us, I feel, and we are agreeably not lacking in spending time together.

We routinely go on dates, we more often than not have dinner together, and I typically don't stream for more than 2-4 hours consecutively, so its not as if I'm locked up in my office for the majority of the time.

However over the last few months my partner has developed the habit of simply walking in whenever I'm streaming and starting up random conversations with me, playing her own games loudly in the background, constantly interrupting me to read out chat comments or ask questions about the game, ect.

Sometimes it isn't so bad, but generally its pretty disruptive. I wouldn't mind if it was just occasionally or if she just popped in now and then, but its grown to the point where its almost every single stream and I've noticed I've lost a handful of frequent viewers over it.

It came to an unpleasant confrontation over the weekend, when I was streaming a highly requested tutorial walkthrough for a recently released game and she decided to come in, try to sit on my lap and start a conversation about a client's dogs she met today.

I was trying to figure out a polite way to ask her to give me another 40 minutes so I could finish the quest line and shut it down for the day when two people in the chat began to make jokes about how she never leaves me alone and said it 'gave cam check vibes.'

I pretended not to notice, but she did, and clearly it hurt her feelings and she mumbled about having some things to do and left. I felt awful that her feelings were hurt so I closed the stream early and went to find her.

She was pretty upset about the comments and tried to get me to validate that she wasn't disruptive or unwelcome. I assured her that I don't mind the occasional visit or if she wants to play her own games in the background on mute/low volume/with earphones in, but that I have actually been meaning to ask her to give me a little more curtesy when I'm streaming because its hard to have dynamic engagement when I can't actually talk to anyone because she's talking non-stop or her own game volume is distorting the sound.

I tried to say it as gently as possible but it was clear that the more we discussed it, the more upsetting it was for her. She called time on the conversation by abruptly saying she'll just 'never so much as walk past the door' when I'm streaming, and that she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

She was only working a half-day today and I was streaming between mid-day and the early afternoon. When I said goodbye to her this morning she made sure to somewhat sarcastically assure me that she wouldn't dare interrupt my stream today, and she hoped it went well.

She refused to discuss it further when she came home, or over dinner, and since dinner she's shut herself in the conservatory and has been on the phone to a friend.

I'd like to discuss it further because I'm discontent with her being upset about it, but I'm also not particularly agreeable with me being in the wrong here. Streaming is my job. We pay equal expenses, so its not as if this is just a silly little fake job or hobby for me while she foots the bills. I rely on viewers to get paid, and when quite a few of them leave because I've had to stop playing for 20 minutes to listen to her chat, it could negatively impact my ability to bring home a reasonable contribution.

Ordinarily we can resolve any conflicts or disagreements quickly and fairly. We've never been the sort of couple to spend days being passive aggressive or refusing to talk.

With her being so resolute in being upset and not communicating, I'm at a loss for if I'm actually in the wrong or not for asking her to be more mindful of interrupting me and causing disruptions while I'm working.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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aliypop · 3 months

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Any Day Now: Chapter 3

Word Count: 3,867

Writers Note: Lost steam on the Tupelo fic,but this one seems to really be coming out better!

Warning: Language, mention of pills, depression

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

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NBC Studio's June 27

"Kinda tight, huh..."

"In all the right places..." she mumbled,

"I heard that," he smirked, looking back at her as she blushed a bright red on her tawny-colored skin. Elvis was most certainly back. And she'd remind him in all the right ways that he never left.

"Five minutes left for the first taping," Midge yelled from the top of her lungs.

"Thank you, five!" Cecelia shouted back, straightening out her black and white mod mini dress. Elvis couldn't help but stare at her figure in it. She was already voluptuous in the '50s, but God, did he love the gifts. That motherhood took to enhance her, even when sometimes Cecelia didn't like it, but that was neither here nor there to Elvis.

"El, you're shakin again..." Cecelia pointed out as she took his hands into her own,

"Just nerves, baby." he kissed her forehead,

"If you get nervous, look for me in the booth beside Binder." she smiled, "And if you can't find me, the twins will be in the audience," Cecelia mentioned as Elvis nodded. This would be the first time his kids ever saw him perform. Now, he was terrified with thoughts of doubt.

"Hey, Presley's, it's time!" Midge poked her head in as Elvis took Cecelia's hand and kissed it.

"Wish me luck," Elvis said,

"You don't need it." She winked, mumbling a prayer for him.

The first show hadn't gone so smoothly, and Cecelia could tell by his movements. Although Elvis was comfortable and trading jokes with Scotty and everyone, Cecelia could tell in some places he was rushing from nerves and the excitement of being back on a stage performing for a cheering crowd, but my God, was she enjoying the view of him sweating and dancing all over that stage. And the grunts and groans she heard escaped his lips. Elvis was having a grand time. Until something had crossed Cecelia's mind.

"Wait a minute..." Cecelia mumbled to herself. Either her ears and eyes were playing tricks on her, or the friction of the suit was taking its course on Elvis Presley. She knew that look from anywhere. And those sounds. But she figured she'd handle that later and meet him in his dressing room to help him prep for the second filming.

"Hey, C, We'll need to add matts for the next show."

"Got it, B." she gave him a nod.

"And we'll have to cut him out of the suit."

"Got it, B." Cecelia sighed,

"Oh. And, there's a meeting about the dancers for tomorrow."

"Got it, B." She stood up.

"Mind checking on our star."

"Don't mind at all." Cecelia left, walking towards his dressing room. She had passed Rosa, who was rekindling with Scotty, a man always after that woman's heart. Even when her heart had belonged to another. God. How she felt bad for Jerry, but she was on a mission. Walking towards his dressing room, Cecelia took another big breath and knocked.

"Mr. Presley, are ya decent?" Cecelia asked, switching up her accent to mess with him.

"Depends, who's askin?"

"Ms. Dubios." she kept going on with her bit. Sometimes Cecelia: Enjoyed bringing back past movie characters of hers.

"Ah..." he chuckled, knowing who it was. Opening the door, he had his brightest smile as he kissed Cecelia.

"You fooled me there, honey."

"How'd you know it was me..." he glanced at her, his eyebrow doing the thing she loved so much,

"Okay, okay, You got me there." she pulled him in for a kiss, "God, you're sweaty..."

"I was gonna warn ya." he laughed, pulling her into the room. Cecelia blushed, sitting on the couch, watching him get undressed and out of the black suit.

"I usually charge for a show, you know." he chuckled, watching his wife roll her eyes.

"Well then, I owe you quite a bit of money for the times you've undressed in front of me, huh?" handing him his engraved robe. "Yes, you do." He smirked, responding to his wife as she laughed,

"Speaking of shows, number two is at 8 pm," she mentioned as he kissed her hand and took the robe,

"So I have time to take a beautiful director. Out to lunch..."

"I can't," she sighed, "I have to make sure we get a good head count of audience members for the show, and then there's the schedule for tomorrow, and then I have to stay behind. And get any last minute papers done an-" Elvis pulled her close to him and kissed her, much like he'd do in the movies. Elvis could hear the stress in her voice, but he knew she was doing this all for him. because she loved him so much. Why? He'd never know.

"You're gonna work yourself to death if you don't take a break."

"You're one to talk." she stole another kiss from him.

"Well, at least let me help ya."

"And give you more stress? uh-uh." Cecelia shook her head, "You just sit here, look pretty, and don't worry about me," she looked at the clock, knowing she had to report back to Binder. Elvis knew she had a job to do, but he was missing his best friend. He was missing his wife, "But you can take the twins out to lunch?" Cecelia mentioned as he nodded. Cecelia was halfway out the door until she thought of something else to mention.

"And another thing, sweetheart!"

"Hmm..."

"Try not to cream your pants during the next show..." She smirked as he looked at her with a shocked expression,

"How'd you even-"

"Elvis... I know those grunts and moans." she pulled him by the belt of his robe, "Very... Very well... And I kinda missed them," she whispered in his ear.

"I-I-I- doubt that Cece."She kissed his neck slowly. As a groan rolled from his lips,

" Damn it, Cece, you tease..."

"Am I teasing, or am I just missing my-"

"Daddy! Elaine and Jessie shouted as Midge cleared her throat. Cecelia pulled away as Elvis blushed,

"You were amazing daddy." Elaine grinned,

"Thank you, little biscuit."

"No, you were fantastic." Jessie smiled, "I wanna be like you when I get older!"

"Thank you, trouble! Elvis ruffled his son's dark brown hair as he laughed, "Say, how would you two like to have lunch with me?" The twins cheered, taking his hands and running him out of the dressing room. Cecelia watched in pain as she saw her family leave her behind. Lately, that was how she felt. And she didn't like it, of course, it wasn't Elvis's fault, it wasn't anyone's, she was a mother and a wife now, her days as the rock and roll star were fading, and she'd soon accept it.

Elaine was sitting next to her daddy in the NBC Cafe. She had seen a few of her favorite actresses pass. Elvis noticed how she'd get shy and wave while Jessie would have conversations between his burger and fries. He found it funny how they were similar to him in ways. But so much like their mother,

"So, Daddy." Jessie started, "I was thinking, since you are on TV, I could be on TV too, and I-I-I could sing!" Elaine cackled at her brother as she snorted,

"Whatcha gonna sing!" She teased,

"I'll sing one of Mommy's songs..." He stuck his tongue out as Elvis shot them both a glance that they knew. Oh, so well.

"Sorry, daddy..."

"You know. One day, you two will stop fighting and get along. Guess that'll be the day dogs and cats become friends," Elvis laughed.

"Daddy, can we watch the other show?" Jessie asked as Elvis thought about it. He did want his family in one place, but he also knew they'd fall asleep. Still, he wanted them to see what all it was that he did.

"Sure."

After the show, Cecelia was sitting on the stage, sighing. She was up deep in stress, swimming in it even. Cecelia now not only understood Binder's stress. But she understood everything her mother went through.

"You will make sure he sings; Here comes Santa Claus, correct..." Oh, how that man's voice made her skin crawl.

"It's his show, Parker..."

"But you are his wife... aren't you afraid that the... the.. money will run dry, and you'll be a nobody from North Carolina again."

"Nope..." she kept looking over the paperwork, "I was someone before Elvis, and I'm still someone with him. Now, what do you want."

" Him to listen to me..."

"Yeah... That's not gonna happen, but good luck!" she laughed,

"You listen here. He has a reputation to uphold-"

"Elvis Aaron Presley has a reputation that you managed to almost diminish... " she stood up,

"I- I don't know what you mean..."

"Maybe I can spell it out for you, 1958..." she grumbled, "The year his world turned upside down." Cecelia gritted her teeth, "Cutting his hair sending him away... His mama died, and my sugarplum was never the same..." she teared up,

"But he was an all-American boy that looked-"

"He was a crying, sobbing mess who couldn't get his mama back! H-He was different after the war, lost even. Elvis wouldn't barely eat. He didn't feel like singing anymore-"

"Cause he wanted to act Cecelia!" Tom laughed,

"Cause he barely wanted to live anymore!" tears in her eyes, "You weren't there trying to ease him slowly off his pills between takes. Or-or sleepless nights when the memories got hard to face!" Cecelia shouted, "You didn't have to be there for the nightmares! Between crying children and... And," She tried to walk away as the colonel opened his mouth again,

"But I was there to comfort him like a father... and like a mother... more than anything you could understand." Tom smiled,

"Then you'd understand that for once in his life... He wants to do things his way again." she looked at him,

"But Singer..."

"It's either his way or Singer can take the fucking highway! GOD DAMNIT!" she screamed as she ran out of the soundstage, " I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Cecelia shouted as she trailed off into the hallways.

Cecelia and Elvis had been through hell and back together, but there was nothing she wouldn't do for him, and he felt the same for her. She just wanted to see him smile again and love what he did again. Cecelia looked at her reflection as she saw the 19-year-old girl with her guitar in hand and her skin-tight dress on,

"Even when I'm married and have kids, I doubt I'll stop being me..."

How did that bright-eyed girl manage to slip away? When she looked back up, she saw the twenty-three-year-old woman. Comforting her fiance as he cried endless tears on her shoulder. And crying on his shoulder, scared she'd never see him again. But she was still herself, bold and proud. But now she was thirty-three and wondering when she stopped being so bold, so herself, if only she could get a comeback too.

"Hey, C You're more than welcome to stop for the

night," Steve said,

"I think I'll stay for a bit," she heard the music playing from the locker room, "But I'll see you all tomorrow for the big Bordello Scene, right?"

"You got it, C." He smiled,

Looking through the window, she could see Elvis playing his guitar with Scotty, Elaine, and Jessie, who was sleeping while his Memphis Mafia was sitting around listening. It was like Cecelia was back in 1954 on the road again, hoping from hotel to motel, playing guitar together.

"Hey, E the Mrs.'s is at the door!" Lamar pointed out,

Elvis looked over as he saw her warm smile. Cecelia waved as he ushered for her to come in and join them. She shook her head no until he gave her his infamous pout. Cecelia walked in. She rolled her eyes,

"Glad you could make it, Mrs. Carolina." Jerry joked,

"Figured I needed the break..." Cecelia sat next to Elvis as she kissed his cheek. Elvis could see her tear-stained cheeks, but he'd ask her about that later,

"You gone play us something?"Red asked

"Oh, I couldn't. Besides, my Gretsch is at the house and-" Scotty gave her his guitar as Rosa puffed out her cheeks.

"Well, if you insist..." She laughed, "Uh, you remember the chords to Hey Good Lookin?" she asked,

"Last I remember, you re-recorded that song." Elvis poked fun as he started the song.

Laughter filled that room at 3 in the morning, and she couldn't be happier to see her Elvis back in action. It made her proud of the sacrifices she made to keep him happy.

"Hey E, we'll take the kids home for ya," Red said as Elvis nodded. Everyone could tell he was worried about Cecelia. She wasn't her usual self, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

"So what's this? I hear about you and the colonel ..."

"It's nothing..."

"I could hear ya screamin... and you don't raise your voice unless somethin's really botherin you."

"I just wanted to defend you," she shrugged,

"Doll, you don't have to."

"No, I do... Look, I don't want you wearin yourself so thin," she held him by the face, "You don't have to be Elvis Presley when you don't want to." she smiled, "You don't have to be him for anyone, not even me." she said to him, tears pooling in those blue clouds of his that they called eyes.

"Cecelia..." he was lost for words.

"I just love you too much..." she cried in his chest, "I love you so much it hurts me seeing you not happy..." he held her near,

"I love you too much, too." he kissed her head, "I know... You worry about me as I worry about you," he took a deep breath, "But baby, you can't wear yourself thin either, not for me or anyone," he laughed, "You do so much for the kids, and you do so much for me, I need you to do something for yourself, baby." He said as if he were commanding her to do so. "You don't have to be Cecelia Presley around me. You can be the Cece I love and remember."

"Guess we just gotta enjoy the roses together..." Cecelia looked at him as he kissed her nose,

"Guess so,"

"Hows about I take you out to dinner."

"Elvis, it's 3 am I've got a meeting in the morning..."

"Shit, it's dinner somewhere, ain't it," Elvis said as she remembered what he had said to her,

"Throw in a strawberry Milkshake, and I'll love you forever."

"So you mean I didn't have to buy you a ring?" she began to laugh as he smiled, "There's my beautiful girl."

The two were sitting in the diner, binge-eating on the most greasy foods they could find. They hadn't uttered a sentence towards one another, but they both knew that the other appreciated the time they were sharing together,

"You know, the other day. I was out where they shot Rebel without a cause where Jimmy Dean was, and I wondered..."

"Wondered what Star Shine," Cecelia asked

"How he had such an impact with such a short life." He sighed. Cecelia didn't have much of an answer, but she took his hands, "Because he did what he loved." She smiled at him, "You know I was thinking about doing music again, but..." Cecelia stopped in her tracks,

"Is it something you love..."

"Yeah..." Cecelia smiled

"Then what's stoppin you, honey?" Elvis asked as he saw tears in her eyes. This must have been something on her mind, "Everyone is saying I'm done." She laughed, "The press, the studios, Tom..."

"I haven't said it," Elvis mentioned as she shrugged,

"Face it, I'm a mother now," She laughed as Elvis looked angry, "You're Cecelia Shanel Presley and Damnig, you're beautiful, smart, and a hell of a singer and guitar player, shit better than me even."

"You flatter me, baby." Cecelia chuckled.

NBC Studio's June 28

"Alright, that's the schedule for the day." Midge smiled. The crew disbursed as they got to work turning the soundstage into a pink whorehouse wonderland. The dancers would then rehearse the number for the scene, and Cecelia and Steve would call action, and everything would be good to go for Elvis. Cecelia had watched the girls in their gorgeous pink outfits go over the dance to Let Yourself Go. She remembered when Elvis recorded, and listening to him sing it made her feel. Oh, how she missed those days, "Alright, girls. We'll try it with the music." The Choreographer said as Cecelia watched. She followed along with them out of habit. Walking out of the room, Cecelia went to her office and checked the schedule. Everything was going smoothly, or so she thought.

"CECELIA, ONE OF THE DANCERS, SPRANG HER ANKLE," Midge shouted as Cecelia ran back to the set. She was only gone for five minutes. When she came back. One of the lead dancers was limping,

"Hey, This is your chance, Cece," Midge smirked,

"This is Elvis's show," Cecelia smiled,

"But you know the dance," Steve added,

"And the song," Midge smirked,

"Oh, no, no!" Cecelia laughed, "My days are..."

"Here, put this on and go see makeup and hair," Midge said, handing her a short pink two-piece dress. Cecelia nodded as she tried on the dress. Pink rhinestones were trailing down the asymmetrical skirt. And the halter top that matched, going into the hair department. She had a teased ponytail with a pump. Her makeup was bold, with her iconic lipstick, and her jewelry was pieces that a highly paid working girl like her character would earn with her money. When Cecelia looked in the mirror, she was no longer lost. She could feel a piece of herself coming back to her,

"Cece, we're ready for... woah," Steve said, trying not to blush.

"Too much?" She asked as he shook his head,

"Perfect, actually." Steve smiled, "Alright, so Elvis will be in the chair, and then he stands. You're going to seduce him by singing and dancing." He explained to her as Midge smirked. The directions were simple and easy. It was just Cecelia wondering if she deserved to be up there with those bright-eyed twenty-somethings. When Elvis came on the set, he introduced himself to the girls and realized one was missing, but he shrugged it off.

"Hey, Pres, one of the girls sprung her ankle, but we did have a replacement," Midge informed Elvis,

"Is she late?"

"No, no, she's a little uh shy, if you will," Midge smirked, "But I know you'll love her," Midge shook her head with hope as she signaled for Binder to call out,

"ALRIGHT ACTION!'

As the song started, the girls got to dancing, and Elvis walked in with his all-Jean outfit. They would then sing to him as he was sitting in the chair. Elvis felt like a kid in a candy store. There were girls on him everywhere, touching him and giggling, and on the sidelines watching for her que was Cecelia, who was siking herself out about it. She couldn't do this. Cecelia was past her prime. She was a mother, Cecelia was a wife, and she was on! Sauntering across the set she did her spin that led her into the lap of Elvis.

"Don't be afraid, just relax and take it real slow..." She sang as she brushed her nose to his, her hand on his thigh, the other on his chest as he leaned in to almost kiss her. The two then stood up as she pinned him against the wall, "Cool it, baby, you ain't go no place to go." The rest of the women following her lead, Elvis couldn't take his eyes off his wife. He was mesmerized by her, watching her do her dance solo. All he could do was smile. But also feel his jeans getting tight. But then Cecelia had done something he never knew she could do before. Taking him by the hand, he hand spun her as he had rehearsed with the girls, but there she was in a split,

"Kiss me nice and easy, but take your time!"She pushed herself against him as she felt him on her neck,

"Cause baby, I'm the only one here here in line." Elvis sang back to her, "All you gotta do is just," he grunted as she moaned, "Let yourself go," the outro repeated as she sat in his lap as the girls surrounded him, "You're the sexiest one you know." He whispered in her ear as she smirked,

"I know." She winked,

"CUT!" Steve smirked, "That was perfect! The raw passion, the seduction!" he laughed, "How'd you even manage to!"

"She's Cecelia Shanel Presley. She can do anything," Elvis said, carrying her bridal style.

"Where are they going," Steve asked,

"Somewhere that Singer sewing machine can't go," Midge smirked,

"Where has all that been hiding..." Elvis asked. They were both lying on his couch with only a blanket covering them, "I guess seven years of becoming just a wife and a mother hid me away." she mumbled. Elvis kissed her forehead as his hand was still on her thigh, and he was still buried deep inside her loving warmth. "Well, no more hiding, baby." He kissed her passionately as she moaned, "It's your turn to shine."

"In what..."

"Don't get mad at me, Cece... But..." Elvis trailed off,

"What did you do..."

"I may have told your mama it's time you get back out there on tour, new records, maybe even Vegas..." Cecelia playfully swatted at him, "What about the kids! What am I going to wear!"

"Cross that bridge when you get to it, honey." He kissed her again as she laughed, "I would offer you Bill, but, uh, he's mine," Elvis joked as she rolled her eyes.

"Elvis, can I be honest with you," Cecelia asked,

"Of course, honey, always."

"I haven't felt like myself lately... I felt invisible. I felt trapped in a box again and-" She sighed. Cecelia knew that what she was about to say would devastate Elvis. But he needed to know, "I felt like I wanted to die, so secretly, I've been taking these depression pills and..." Cecelia looked at Elvis as he hugged her,

"And have they helped?"

"Not really," Cecelia shook her head, "They made the thoughts worse."

"Why didn't you tell me!"

"Cause I had to be okay for you. And the kids, my mother, Dodger, the mob, your cousins, your father! My Father!" She began to breathe hard,

"Cecelia, you don't gotta be happy for all of us. If you're hurtin'. Honey, tell me, I can't lose you. It would break my heart." He held her tightly, "Understand? You're my best friend, my wife, my reason." Cecelia hugged him tighter.

"I love you, Pres." She cried,

"I love you more, Val," He kissed her forehead,

"Hey, Cece, the phones for you." Midge said,

"MIDGE GO!" Cecelia shooed her off,

"Alright I'll tell your mother you're too busy warming Elvis up!"

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Sleeping Bounty - Chapter 2

Growing Pains

din djarin x fem reader (no y/n)

summary: 21 years later, a peasant girl awaits her birthday and a Mandalorian begins another hunt while the evil Moff Gideon's frustrations grow over the whereabouts of the missing princess.

warnings: age gap (8 yrs)

words: 1.6k+

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Din Djarin had been having strange dreams lately.

They weren’t about killing, or death, or violence. For a man who had been a bounty hunter for nearly 10 years, those sorts of dreams and subconscious guilt had been tamed and suppressed. At this point, there was no guilt to be had. No, his dreams were far softer than that.

He dreamt that he was in a forest. In front of him was a woman, beautiful and smiling. They were spinning, trees and bushes blurring together in his vision. She was the center of it all, the only thing holding him together. She leads him to a tree, pressing her back against its trunk and placing her hands on his chest plate, and he can hear her singing to him, and right before Din can stroke her cheek, he wakes up.

He hates admitting that he dreads waking up from that dream. He only recently started to accept his feelings about that.

Din was 29, he had no time for this shit.

And yet.

She haunted him while he slept, her beauty and her voice whisking him away, putting him under her spell. Her plush lips and her gorgeous eyes drawing him in, her smile keeping him in her grasp. To be honest, sometimes, after a hard hunt, Din would fall asleep hoping to dream of her. When his wish was granted, he woke up selfishly hoping for more.

Instead, he found himself back on that forest moon with its backwards kingdom, handing over his bounties to Karga, forcing himself to forget her and to remain undistracted. He focused on his attainable dream: saving enough credits to add some much-needed mods to his reliable ship, the Razor Crest, and salvaging enough beskar for the Armorer to forge him some replacement ammo and supplies for the covert’s foundlings. So far, he had found enough to replace all his armor, and now he needed to collect more only for practical purposes.

“There, Mando. That should be all of it.”

He tilted his helmet. The Mandalorian had been watching intently. “You’re one hundred short, Karga.”

The man sighed and tossed over another credit pack. “Here. Happy?”

“Now that I’m paid? Yes.”

“Ever the businessman.” Karga shook his head and leaned back in his chair. “I only tolerate it because you’re my best hunter.”

“I’m your best one? Compared to some of these others, I’m still an amateur.”

“Ah, but you’re a Mandalorian! Your lineage alone puts half of my hunters to shame.”

Din placed his credits in a pouch on his utility belt and rose from his chair. A few jealous eyes watched him, but at this point, he could give a shit. He held out his hand, waiting for Karga to place a couple more pucks in his open palm.

“All business,” Karga mumbled. He placed two pucks in the hunter’s hand. “I only have one that’s worth your time, and before you complain, I have other hunters I need to satisfy. This one isn’t easy—he’s already caused trouble for a few other Guild members, so the bounty went up.”

The Mandalorian nodded, turning and leaving the greasy cantina that the Guild gathered in.

He sighed when he sat back in his pilot’s seat, tapping the holopuck to see the bounty’s face, name, and last known coordinates. To his surprise, the bounty was in a nearby village, so he set out to chart his way to the village as soon as he could.

Meanwhile, deep in the forest, you woke up from a deep sleep, trying to grasp your dream.

It was the same one you’d been having for months: a man with dark brown hair and amber eyes taking your hand, leading you around the forest, and right before you could kiss him, you wake up.

“Cruel,” you mumble, rolling over onto your side.

Sunlight was streaming through the cracks in your windows, prompting you to rise from your bed and stretch, greeting the morning. You quickly slipped out of your nightdress, throwing on one of your plainer brown dresses with relaxed and flowing petticoat. Its long bishop sleeves offered you a little more freedom of movement for doing household or outdoor chores, and the square neckline gave it a modest, but feminine appearance, one you weren’t opposed to.

Yawning, you opened the wooden shutters of your window, leaning on your elbows and looking around. The early morning in the woods brought a sense of tranquility and calm, but this morning felt especially bright. Maybe it was because your birthday; maybe nature knew it was a special day.

Your Aunt Peli had always made sure your birthdays were relaxed, and that you had a present or two waiting for you. This morning, when you walked down to the main living area of the cottage, you noticed her scramble to close a book.

“Oh, Rose! I didn’t expect you to be up so early!” she said, turning around and smiling.

“I’m up a little later than usual, actually,” you commented, smirking. You raised onto your tiptoes, trying to catch a glimpse of the book. “What are you reading, Aunt Peli?”

“Th-that book? I-it’s really nothing. Something about space.” She shrugged.

“Space?”

“You wouldn’t like it,” she said, turning and pushing it down the wooden table it rested on. She faced you again, wrapping her arms around you. “Happy birthday, my Rose!”

You rolled your eyes—you knew your aunt was up to something. You hugged her back and decided to let your aunt think she had gotten away with her blatant lie.

“What do you have planned for me today?”

“Right now? Hm, let’s see…”

Peli looked around the small area and ran over to grab your woven basket and black shawl.

“Berries! I need you to go pick some more berries for me.”

She was shoving you out of the door, wrapping the shawl over your head and placing the basket in your hand.

“I just picked berries yesterday,” you protested as she opened the cottage door.

“Well, I need more.”

“For what?”

“A…berry…pie. A berry pie!” She exclaimed, pushing you outside. “Remember, don’t go too far, and don’t talk to any strangers!”

You blew a kiss to her, watched her close the door, and you began your walk into the woods surrounding the cottage.

Peli sighed when she saw her Rose disappear into the forest, out of sight and occupied with her pointless errand. Usually, Peli was prepared for Rose’s birthdays, but this year was different due to its significance.

The princess was finally turning 21, and she needed to prepare something suitable for her to wear to meet her parents and her betrothed, Prince Phillip. The book she’d been flipping through was full of sewing patterns, but Peli was anything but talented with a needle and thread. Normally, she would run errands to the nearest village, grab a few pieces of clothing, and patch things up if they tore or ripped. There was no way she’d be able to sew an entire dress for her Rose.

Not only that, but she also wanted to bake a little cake for them to enjoy before leaving for the castle, and she had to clean up the cottage a bit.

Peli looked at the hidden doorknob on one of the tree trunks that ran upwards through the cottage acting as a support pillar. Her wand had been sitting inside that little secret compartment for the past 21 years, and now, it might be safe enough for her to use it. She’d close all the doors and windows, fill all the cracks, and make sure nothing escaped the cottage. She’d give Rose the gown and cake she deserved without incident.

“It’s harmless,” she said, shaking her head and scoffing. “Absolutely harmless.”

Upon the sunrise, the entire kingdom began to gather in anticipation of the princess’s return. King Stefan and Queen Leah awoke with smiles on their faces, knowing that the day had finally arrived, and they’d be meeting their daughter once again, 21 years after they had given her up.

King Stefan had already been alerted that King Hubert had made himself comfortable in the dining hall, and so he readied himself to go spend some time with his lifelong friend, and his daughter's soon-to-be father-in-law.

Far in the distance, Moff Gideon’s domain, the Forbidden Mountain, was thundering with a dark cloud of rage. Throughout the years, the kingdom had come to realize that if it remained, he had failed at finding the princess.

Inside that forbidden castle, the Moff banged his staff and sent his henchmen running in fear.

“Fools!” He yelled, banging it on the ground again. “Idiots!”

He groaned, sinking back into his throne. His raven familiar flew and landed on the arm of it, cawing and staring up at his master.

“They’re a disgrace to the forces of evil,” he sighed in disappointment.

21 years had passed, and he had not managed to find the princess. She had somehow miraculously disappeared. He blamed himself for not keeping a closer eye on her the rest of that day, but he hadn’t anticipated the King and Queen taking any sort of action against him. Stefan’s army was useless against his dark magic, and they both knew that waging a war would only decimate Stefan’s resources and economy.

He ran a finger down his familiar’s back, encouraging it hop onto his hand so he could speak to it.

“You are my last hope, Poe. Circle fair and wide, and search for a maid of 21.” He stood and walked to the edge of the throne’s platform, helping Poe launch into the air. “Go, and do not disappoint me.”

Poe flew out of one of the throne room's arched windows, starting his search over the vast forest in the distance.

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