#{ v; Galaxy Roses. }

[mothernatureknows]

He could feel her gaze on him, without even having to open his eyes as lids weighed heavy from the hours spent into the night, and it brought a playful and almost mischievous curl to his lips. “You can take a picture if you’d like, Yeobo~” his voice came out more hoarse than usual before peeking at her through an opened eye. “I know I will.” (Minjae to Maddy after their first time)

"I really should," Maddy answers croakily herself, rubbing her eyes. "But I don't think the camera would do you justice."

After a very long, and quite adventurous, night, Madeline had the blissful pleasure of being the first to awaken. Immediately, she had felt the results of her and Minjae's nightly activities everywhere. One place definitely more than others, but really it just felt like one BIG, body ache. 

As slow as possible, she had sat up, quietly groaning at the effort. Just when she was going to assess the extent of what they'd done to each other last night, the sunlight had poured in from the window adjacent to their bed. It bathed her new husband in a soft glow, illuminating his body from the inside out. Maddy took a moment then to take in his soft skin, marveling at the moles dotting his skin and, somewhat prominent, her fingernail markings. 

She jumped slightly as she heard the rustlings of her new husband, haphazardly covering her lap with one of their wrinkled sheets. A prominent blush traveled down from her cheeks, all the way to her torso, her arms crossed over her chest. 

“...Did I hurt you?” she asks after a beat, tentative fingers coming forward to gently prod at the marks on his back. “You were wonderful to me last night, so I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt you...unless you liked it.”

#intergalacticxmisfits #c:Maddy;; #{ v; Galaxy Roses. } #{ LMAOOOO PLEASE MADDY AT THE END DFGH }

[littleeyesofpallas]

So, with the new legends there's a neat way we can take a guess at some of the time frame. Although it's largely aesthetic and hard to gauge the intended historical parallels of, the not-Eiffel Tower at the center of the city could presumably have been completed in the late 1880s like the real thing. Interestingly that places it pretty concurrent to the construction of the Hokkaido Government building in the 1870s that served as the basis of the Galaxy Team HQ in the first Legends game.

But with the keywords being "urban redevelopment" the setting could only possibly be Haussman's renovation of Paris that took place from the 1850s-1920s. So given that the tower is already standing, that places Legends Z-A between 1889 and 1927.

And I doubt it would play into the setting of a Pokemon game but I think it's neat that it would mean taking place firmly in the 3rd French Republic, as that's not typically the most romanticized period of French history. (Kind of shocking given just how much Japanese pop culture loves to fixate on the Ancien Regime and Rococco architecture.) It's right at the height of the French Colonial empire and their rivalry with the British... Even if they don't address the history directly, certainly not the darker bits, I wonder if we'll see an ancestor of Rose* and some mention of Kalos and Galar's relation as a hint at the Pokemon world's equivalent of India. (Elephant, what elephant...)

*put a pin in that... Well come back to Rose later...

Also I know a lot of the stupid "leaks" that were just running with any/every rumor they could find had been talking about Celebi, despite there being no signs of it in the direct, but it's possible that the Z-A title and the fadethru of the sort of sci-fi looking city diagram into a pencil and parchment one is indicating going back in time --backwards, from Z to A, end to start.

and just so long as I'm just picking at edges of things...

The unknown are an anagram of, "POKEMON PRESENTS"(oh and the SOEYUE one at the end is just "SEE YOU") and the ""confidential"" stamp on the documents likely reads "Gokuhi" as in gokuhi[極秘]: "Top Secret," but the rest of the text doesn't seem to match either Japanese, French, or English,

Hito to POKEMON no kyouzon o yumemite[人と ポケモンの共存を夢見て]: "Dreaming of people and Pokemon's coexistence" Toshisaikaibatsu hassou MIARE CITY[都市再開発発想ミアレシティ]: "Urban Redevelopment Concept Miare City"

The obvious exception being that redacted text is clearly the romanized MIARE from the Japanese MIARE[ミアレ] and the English CITY, which is the Japanese name for what was localized as "Lumiose."

Curiously the word "Pokemon" is very clearly missing from the passage, and also in both cases there are too few "Galarian" characters for how long the phrases are in any actual language.

and finally, given some of the existing examples of handwritten Galarian in SwSh, I'm guessing the text on the big logo is as i've transcribed into the more standard Galar font, although I'm really uncertain about that second one, and a bit iffy about the big "X"s, but the little cyclone O, the V with the underbar, and the E seem certain enough.

Also there's a logo I know I remember seeing that looks like this one but I can't remember where it is or what it's associated with.... It's the logo on the Macro Cosmos power plant. Not Rose's personal logo with the stylized rose, and not the Cosmos business logo with the big star system orbital ring Cs, but the power plant in Hammerlock where you go to fight Eternatus specifically.

It would be really neat if whatever this organization is was tied back to an ancestor of Rose and Peony and the origins of Macro Cosmos somehow.

#pokemon #kalos #pokemon legends #pokemon legends Z-A #pokemeta i guess #pokemon za #pokemon legends za

[i-love-ptv]

He Loves My Heart-Shaped Sunglasses

Felix Catton x Fem! Reader

You and Felix spend Valentine’s Day together. <3

Smut (lowk filthy) + Fluff

Wc: 2,550

An: Wanted to post this before v day, but i got sidetracked, thankfully pushed it out before the day ended :3

February 14th.

The day of love.

The day to show your special someone how much you care for them.

The day that’ll bring out the joy and excitement out of most, but will also bring out the bitter feelings of some.

Felix has never really favored Valentine’s day. He may be a soft romantic now; a year into your relationship, but before, he was used to hookups that led to his lonesome morning after. Hence why it was so hard for him to ask you out last year on this very day.

He spent hours in different shops; trying to find the perfect gifts for you. Obviously, this process would’ve gone by quicker if Venetia didn’t get distracted by the hundreds of soft stuffed animals every few minutes, and if Farleigh had even went.

“Please Farleigh! Surely you can help me! You know more about these things than I do!”

“No can do lover boy, besides, you have Vee going with you.” Farleigh had said with an amused smirk.

After a little more of groveling and begging on Felix’s end, Farleigh still didn’t budge. The fact that Felix had said that he wanted to “woo” you, hadn’t helped his case either.

The beaming lights of the shops reflecting off of the bright pinks and reds had Felix’s head starting to ache.

He had settled on getting you a bouquet of red roses, a basket of your favorite snacks, and some other little goodies.

That day when you saw one singular rose on your desk in your english class, the last person you expected to be nervously glancing in your direction was Felix.

After a long, panic-filled conversation with the blubbering boy, you two had finally become official, and Felix swears to this day, that it was the best day of his entire life.

Now, Felix has gotten a bit better at buying gifts for you. He knows you like the back of his tattooed hand. But he can’t help but feel nervous to see you this morning. After all, you only have one, one year anniversary with your love.

Felix observed as the other students of Oxford were handing out gifts to their significant others. Felix couldn’t help but think about how his presents for you were far more superior to everyone else’s.

He had been so distracted, that he hadn’t noticed you walking up.

You tapped on his shoulder and he had nearly leaped out of his skin.

He quickly realizes who is in front of him, and grips you up like you were light as a feather.

“Angel! Oh my goodness you startled me! Happy anniversary sweet girl!” Felix says grinning, like he was looking at the brightest star in the galaxy.

“Happy anniversary my love,” you return through your giggles.

“Here! Here! Open the gifts I bought for you honey!” Felix rushes out as he’s pushing the bags into your hands.

You jokingly chide him for nearly knocking your things out of your hands, but quickly start digging through one of the bags.

He had given you one of his sweaters, a pair of heels you had been eyeing in town, a few other items, and most importantly, a beautiful ring covered in diamonds.

“S’not an engagement ring, not yet anyways, but a promise ring, because I promise to love you always and forever. Tha’s a bit too cheesy, isn’t it? Sorry, I had this whole thing I was going to say but-“

You cut his rambling off with a deep kiss to his rosy lips.

“Thank you Felix, I love it with my whole heart, baby.”You say while pulling away breathlessly.

Felix’s face started to hurt from the constant smiling, but the thought of that flew out the window as he remembered that you had gotten him something.

Felix had practically ripped through the big box you gave him; feeling like he was about to burst at the seems. You smile softly, imagining him with a wagging tail and perked up puppy ears.

You had bought a few articles of clothing, more cologne, a new book that he said he had been interested in reading, and of course, a stunning bracelet, that matched the exact same on dangling on your wrist.

After many more kisses, hugs, and sugary sweet words exchanged between the two of you, you both head to class.

Felix was counting down the minutes until he could see your dazzling face in front of him again. His class felt as if it had been going on for hours, and the fact that he couldn’t focus on his lesson for even a few minutes while thinking about you, wasn’t helping. His mind was drifting to what he had planned for the two of you later tonight.

You, on the other hand, were on the same boat as Felix.

All that consumed your mind was Felix; you’re sweet, dashing Felix.

You’re suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by your professor, who had agitatedly started lecturing you on the importance of focusing on class.

And finally, after multiple grueling hours, and a heated make-out session in a storage closet, classes for today were over.

Felix suggested that you two go into town, and go on a date to the cafe you both loved. At this point, it was your guys’ cafe; your designated spot, where you both can run away from the world and just enjoy one another.

After spending hours, which seemed like minutes, in the cafe, and throughout town, the two of you settle on going back to your dorm.

Normally, the two of you just go to Felix’s dorm, but his was still somewhat airing out from the smoke session you two had the night prior.

Although, the idea of you two walking through town sounded romantic at the time, you hadn’t thought into how long you two would be walking.

“‘Lex?” You call out softly. Felix immediately turns to you.

“Can you carry me? M’feet hurt honey.” You say with a slight pout, to get your point across.

Felix, of course, being the amazing boyfriend he is, quickly picks you up, bridal-style and carries you back.

You ask him multiple times if he was alright carrying you for so long, but after his reassurance and light nip to your nose, your worries are put to rest.

The two of you eventually settle on your bed, and you curl against Felix’s warm body.

“Wait, darling, I forgot a few things at my dorm,” Felix rushes out.

“Mmm, no ‘Lex, stay with me”

“It’ll only be a minute angel, I promise.”

Felix nearly doesn’t have the heart to pull you off of him, but he can’t afford to keep you from your final gift for much longer.

He leaves with a quick kiss to your forehead and nose, and goes to retrieve the items from his dorm.

He comes back and spots you sitting up on the bed with what he thinks is nothing, but his shirt on, and strawberries. You had also opted for a can of whipped cream, instead of melted chocolate, because after last time, you didn’t want to endure the process of the chocolate staining your white sheets, and hardening as you two tried to use it.

“Wha’s this baby?” Felix says with a smirk as he inches towards you.

You feel his warm, hand on your calf as he reaches you.

“What? Did you really think we were going to go without some fun on our anniversary baby?” You say while looking up at him with longing.

“Unwrap your gift, Felix.”

The brunette boy wastes no time in stripping you from his your shirt.

There, he sees, the lacy brown lingerie covering your body; the brown being almost, if not fully, identical to the color of his dark brown irises.

Felix kisses your neck, leaving no area of skin unmarked with purple bruises.

“Mm, wait” He says as he leaves behind a slight strain on saliva on your flesh.

“Oh my god Felix, seriously?” You say with slight annoyance.

“Relax. I have something for you.” Felix chides.

Felix pulls out a box, containing a necklace; with his initials on it.

“D’you like it baby? I think it’ll be perfect, tha’way none of those other boys could even think they could have a chance with you.”

“Why boys, Felix?” You ask slyly, trying to push his buttons a bit.

“I say boys because, my angel..They could never fuck you like I do…Like a man.” He says lowly, showcasing the bass in his silky smooth voice.

You let out a whine at this; loving when he gets possessive over you, “put it on me Felix, claim me.” You purr.

He moves your hair out of his way, and puts the necklace around your neck, subtly grinding his hard, pulsing cock against the little fabric you had covering your cunt.

You let out a sigh, as Felix moans lowly in your love-bitten ear.

He then grabs a strawberry and stuffs it gently between your lips, making you bite down on it.

The juices trickle down your chin as he moves the fruit around inside of your mouth. He licks a stripe up from your throat to right below your lips.

He goes back and leaves a bite on your throat, making you tilt you head back with a sharp moan, giving him more access.

Felix kisses you roughly as he grabs the whipped cream. He squirts a line of the sweet cream onto your navel; watching it slowly glide down to your soaked core.

“God…’Lex don’t tease me,” you whimper meekly.

“But y’taste s’sweet, lovie.” Felix says, letting out a giggle that makes your pussy clench.

“Oh look at you, m’dirty little thing. Clenchin’ around nothin’,” Felix says smugly as he kisses down your warm body.

Abruptly, Felix dips down and licks a stripe up your achy cunt.

“Fuck ‘Lex!”

Felix grins at your shriek, as he presses sloppy kisses to your clit.

“…I thought I told you to stop teasing me baby,” you say, pushing his head down onto your cunt, prompting him to start licking and sucking where you want him to.

Your back arches off the bed as you squeal in ecstasy. You grab Felix’s hair with both hands roughly; he moans at this, which sends shockwaves through your body.

Felix fucks you with his tongue for what feels like hours, sticking his tongue in and out of your pulsing hole.

Felix feels your thighs trembling, making it clear that you’re close to reaching your climax.

Felix removes his mouth with a slick pop and a charming smile, making you cry out.

“Wait! Wait no. ‘Lex, why’d you stop? Baby. Baby please I need it. Put it back please-“

“Shhh, angel. M’gonna give you somethin’ better. Gonna give you this cock. Tha’s what you wanted, right?” Felix says pressing his lips to yours, again, and again.

Felix continues kissing you as he pulls down his pants and boxers, pulling out his stiff dick.

He rubs the tip against your folds, watching his precum drip against your wetness.

“Mmm, y’ready f’me sweetheart?”

“Please, please, please ‘Lex. I’ll be so good! So so good, I promise! Please give it to me! I need it!” You shout eagerly.

“God, you make me feel whole,” Felix says as he slowly pushes his cock into your heat.

“Thank you ‘Lex! Thank you! Oh fuck!”

Felix almost immediately starts thrusting in and out of you roughly, opening your legs wider as he plants his feet.

“Fuck babe! I swear y’made f’me. I thank any ‘n every god tha’ led us to each other, honey.” Felix says with a delicious groan.

“Shit! God that’s it baby. Don’t stop!” You say, reaching down to start toying with your clit.

Felix nips at your fingers; having noticed your dainty fingers rubbing circles. Silently ordering you to quit it.

You wrap your legs around his meaty torso tightly as he flicks at your puffy pussy.

“Oh! O’fuck! Right there! Mhm!” Felix feels as if he’s consuming your moans, picking up his already brutal pace to absolutely abuse your cunt. His main goal being to make you squirm in ways only he can.

“Uh huh? Yeah y’like that angel? Feels- oh f-fuck. Feels good doesn’it?”

Felix lets out more deep groans, with the occasional whine.

“‘Lex. ‘Lex, baby. M’cumming.” You rush out breathlessly.

“M’right there with y’baby, m’right here. Just, fuck, wait a second..Wanna come together, beautiful.” Felix says panting.

The only noises to be heard in the somewhat small dorm are the moans and gasps of two passionate lovers, and the squeaks and banging from the plush bed.

In any other scenario, you’d be pressing your hand around your mouth, stressing to Felix about the importance of staying quiet; not wanting to get more noise complaints. But right now, you could barely even think about where you are; focusing only on the circles being rubbed on your glistening cunt, and the feeling of Felix’s warm, almost candle-lit hot limbs touching yours.

Felix’s pace begins to falter, growing sloppier and sloppier with every thrust, showing signs of Felix nearing his blissful end.

“Yes! Fuck yes! Come f’me angel, please! Give it t’me! C’mon, y’know y’can, here hold m’hand.” Felix says, reaching his clammy hand to your already sweaty one.

“F-fuck! ‘Lex!”

In the span of seconds, the two of you are coming undone together, gripping each other’s hand so tightly.

You feel your climax shake through your entire body, making you jerk against Felix’s hold, as he tries to keep himself together.

Felix collapses softly next to you with a soft “holy shit,” making sure not to startle you in your hazy state.

He brushes the hair from your moist skin and peppers feather-like kisses onto your face, collarbone, and scalp; helping you calm down from your high.

You look at him bleary eyed, taking account of his wobbly smiles as he tries to catch his breath.

‘Does he ever stop smiling?’ You think to yourself.

“Hi honey,” Felix whispers.

“Hi baby,” you whisper back with a giggle.

“Y’so gorgeous, y’know that, angel?” He says, after softly pulling out and snuggling closer to you with a blanket.

“So i’ve been told,” you say, blinking sleepily.

“Wait, sweetheart. Y’can’t sleep yet! I gotta clean you up!” Felix says in a hurry, jumping out from underneath the blanket. He quickly walks over to his desk, which has a pack of wipes on it, and he finds a towel on his dresser.

You fight sleep, as Felix softly wipes you, making sure not to put too much pressure on your already sore cunt.

He sits you up a bit, putting on of his cozy sweatshirts on your frame and gently lays you back down.

He quickly puts a pair of boxers on once he hears your soft whines, begging for him to cuddle you.

He lays down and drapes your body on top of his.

The last thing you feel before drifting off is a sweet kiss being pressed onto your forehead.

“Happy Valentine’s Day lovie..and most importantly, happy one year anniversary.”

feedback always appreciated bb <3

#lee’s ted talks #felix catton #jacob elordi #saltburn #felix catton x reader #jacob elordi x reader #felix catton x you #felix catton imagine #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick #farleigh start x reader #farleigh start #venetia catton #valentines day #felix catton smut

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Valentines Day Special Fic ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‼️[ My friend silly giving me this idea i had no other V-day special then they reminded me I'm actually a writer so O7 to u bestie ]‼️

╰┈➤ ❝ [ And In Those Eyes I see Heaven; My Heaven] ¡! ❞

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Jinwoo muses as he watches your face light up with a soft giggle.

Here he was, in front of you. Sporting a tuxedo that oh-so fits him perfectly that he looks straight of a dream with a bouquet of delicately arranged pink roses he plans to give to you.

Jinwoo had even went so far as to brush his hair neatly and maybe even wax it, making you laugh all the more uncontrollably as he tries to process what is going on exactly.

Silly.

It's so silly, really.

Back then, he was a shy boy who would stutter when he gives you your annual valentines day gift.

Jinwoo really couldn't spend too much money since he needed to save some for later expenses and academic stuff.

So instead he would resort into horribly handmade gifts

He started with the sloppiest and most crudely made paper boquets.

Jinwoo is ashamed of himself, but he couldn't take the gifts back since you would horde them to yourself for safekeeping.

His gifts would range to horribly made papercrafts, to seashells he found by the shore, to necklaces he put together by trinkets.

He would take you out to innocent dates, walking you on quiet parks of seoul. If the parks are too noisy, Jinwoo would go out of his way to search for possible date places.

Maybe it would be you two passing by supposed haunted buildings, maybe you two would be in the bookstore skimming around on the book covers and debating which book would look more fanciful to read than the other, other times he would take you to isolated cafes where only the two of you and the barista would be making noise in the soundless place.

No matter how funny and cute your valentines were, you knew, for sure— That whatever Jinwoo does is from the bottom of his heart.

He would think his efforts are stupid, but secretly that was why you loved him.

It's not because it was expected of a boyfriend, it was because he did something even if he knows he wouldn't do the best.

Jinwoo would always be trying for you, he would always be thoughtful of you, so much so that it makes your heart just cry from his sincerity.

How could someone just be so full of love? How could someone just give their hearts out like that? How is he so sincere?

Even if he were struggling with his odd jobs, even if he was silently crying behind closed doors from the stress living is causing him— Jinwoo always thought of you, he thought of how he could make you happy the next time you meet.

He thought of how he would hide his wounds and gashes from hunts just for you.

He always, always, thought of you.

But little did you knew, he had done some stuff for your attention.

He made those crude gifts because he wanted to see you make fun of him, he wanted to see you burst out laughing and gush about the little thing he made.

He took you to different places because he wanted you to see the more beautiful things of this world, he wanted to show you just how worth it living here is even if the world seems so dark and horrible.

He took you to those quiet little corners so he could hear your voice better without the background noise of anything else.

He often hides his injuries, yes, but sometimes he would purposely let those bandages get lose because he knew you would wrap it up for him. Whether you do it silently or you do it while scolding him, all he cared about, was how beautiful you are right at that moment.

Jinwoo loves you, more than you will ever know, more than any words could ever describe.

The swelling of his heart that never ends, the butterflies in his stomach that keeps fluttering around, and the galaxy he sees in your eyes— Oh how he loved you.

Even if he didn't say 'I love you' 3000' times a day, even if he couldn't give you everything back then— He loved you with all of him just as he does right if not more.

He loves subtly touching your fingers, he loves grazing his fingers on your lovely face, he loves staring at you in a complete daze, he loves running his hands through your soft hair.

Overall, he ust loved touching you and admiring you up close or from afar.

Because so long as you are in front of him, he doesn't really need to think about anything but just....

'Ah,... I love you so much'

Just how can he not spoil you no matter how much he embarasses himself?

And that same flimsy, wimpy and shy little boy, is now a man.

Dressed so handsomely in his suit, upright posture, a proud smile on his face.

This Man...

No

Your Man.

Your Sung Jinwoo

Your Jinwoo.

Not the Shadow Monarch, not the Tenth S-ranker of South Korea, not the World's Strongest hunter.

Just Jinwoo.

Your lovely, lovely, Jinwoo.

Even if he had grown so much, even if he had become so drastically different.

He is still Jinwoo.

The Jinwoo who made you crude paper flowers

The Jinwoo who dragged you into silly places

The Jinwoo who never stops at loving you.

...

"You know..." Jinwoo sighs, chuckling as he ruffles his hair to mess it up a little. "I think this version of me is better than a super formal gentleman, right?"

Yeah.

That's right.

A gentleman Jinwoo is always welcome.

But the Jinwoo who is just him is much... Much more lovable.

"Happy Valentines Day, Love."

#∞ ₒ ˚ ° 📎— kyunnya speaks #sung jinwoo #solo leveling #sung jin woo #only i level up #solo leveling headcanons #sung jin woo headcanons #sung jin woo x reader #sung jinwoo x gn reader #solo leveling x reader #ore dake level up na ken

[lalacliffthorne]

💜 starshine pt. VI 💜

Rhys x Reader

part I part II part III part IV part V part VI

summary: when after more than a century, things finally begin falling into place.

notes: I can't believe how long this took - both writing this next part and the actual things happening *facepalms*. and these twoooo ����💕. I can't. they make me feel so mushy and happy and all giddy and warm. and all of you, loving this so much, make me feel even more mushy and happy and giddy, so thank you so much for staying with me on this!! if everything goes to plan, this is actually the second to last chapter, and we are, finally, getting somewhere ;)

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With a sharp inhale, my eyes snapped open, and my breath staggered.

The sheets were clinging to my skin, damp with cold sweat, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs as blood rushed through my ears and my gaze darted over a high, dark ceiling and for a second, panic and a dull pain rose in my chest, my body frozen still.

Then I realised that a weight was resting over my stomach and a scent was flooding my senses, so achingly familiar, my muscles melted.

Quickly, I turned my head, and my lungs squeezed.

In the silvery light of the moon shining through the windows, I could see Rhys' dark shape stretched out on the mattress next to me, the dips and planes of his muscular back rising and falling slowly with his even breaths. His head was resting on the pillow next to me, his face turned my way, brows smoothed over and eyes closed, his dark hair unruly and tousled, swirls of darkness stretching over his broad shoulders and down the arm that was loosely resting over my waist, his skin radiating warmth through my thin nightgown.

My heart soared before free falling, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, fighting against the echoes of screams and laughter in my ears, the feeling of cruel darkness and bound magic and hands slipping away into nothingness.

Suddenly, the air felt too stiffled, too stale, too reminiscent of the nightmare that had been reality.

Hastily, I slid out from under Rhys' arm, pushing the covers to the side and slipping off the mattress, my feet quick on the cool floorboards as I darted over to the huge windows soundlessly, tearing at them until they were open and a soft, cool breeze brushed over my skin.

My heart squeezed tightly, and I breathed in, quick and deep, the scent of sweet petals and night leaving an ache growing in my chest as my gaze darted over the garden below that was bathed in starlight, flowers glowing and faeries floating over the water reflecting the galaxies above.

My fingers curled around the window handle before loosening, and something in my chest quivered when I let my forehead sink against the cool wooden frame and squeezed my eyes shut.

I could still feel the heavyness on my chest, the ache pulsing under my ribs as images flashed before my eyes, and something closed around my throat.

Sliding my hand off the window, I looked over my shoulder towards the bed, and the ache in my chest soared at the dark shape still motionless on the mattress, breathing evenly.

Fighting against the sudden pressure in my throat, I moved, quickly slipping past the bed and out of the room.

The house was silent as I hastened soundlessly down the stairs, my long sleek nightgown swishing around my ankles as I slipped past the table and opened one of the big windows leading out onto the terrace. The gentle night breeze whispered over my bare arms and shoulders, and I squeezed out into the night, the stone of the terrace cold under my feet as I moved down the steps before it was replaced by cool, soft grass.

Faeries were swishing through the glowing flowers, darting towards me and showering me in golden dust, tittering softly and curiously before whizzing away again.

Slowly, my steps calmed, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the fresh air, feeling flowers and high grass brush my hands, warmth slowly spreading through me that seemed to stem from the earth itself.

Next to the pond that reflected the galaxies twinkling over the mountains, I let myself plop down into the soft grass, stretching out and staring up into the sky. My palms pressed against the earth, and I closed my eyes, focusing on the soft hum of energy that slowly travelled through me, golden light lazily flooding through my veines until my chest squeezed and my breath shuddered.

My heart tipped over; I opened my eyes, and movement at the edge of my field of vision made me turn my head.

Something rose and pulsed gently under my ribs when I saw the dark figure standing on the terrace.

Even from a distance, I caught the moment violet eyes clocked me by the pond, bare shoulders sinking a little, swishes of darkness whispering into nothingness as Rhys' gaze pierced mine. Then he moved, beginning to slowly walk down the steps.

Resting my cheek on the grass, I watched as he came towards me, movements smooth and elegant, his tousled hair black like ink in the night, violet eyes reflecting the silver and purple above. His pants were sitting low on his hips, and something twisted in my stomach at the sight of shifting muscles disappearing into black fabric.

The silk of his pants swished against my skin when Rhys crouched down and let himself plop down onto the ground next to me. Then his shoulder brushed against mine and he stretched out on the grass, one of his hands sliding up to rest on his stomach. His body dwarfed mine even shoulder to shoulder, my feet barely level with his shins, and I stared at the side of his face as his gaze dragged slowly over the night sky above, something dipping and swerving, squeezing and fluttering in my chest as my eyes flickered over his nose and lips, the sharp line of his jaw and cheekbones, and suddenly, my breath hitched in my throat.

“What happened?”

Rhys' quiet voice, deep and a little raspy with sleep, tore me out of the pulsing feeling under my ribs, and when I blinked, he turned his head to look at me.

I tried to swallow against the flutter in my throat, the ache in my chest that staring at him had awakened. Rhys seemed to misinterpret my silence, one corner of his lips tipping up gently as his gaze slowly moved over my face.

“As far as I know, you don't usually wake up in the middle of the night to lay around on the cold ground.” There was a soft twinkle in his eyes, but it couldn't hide the barely there crease between his brows, and something dipped in my chest when my shoulder brushed his and I felt a clenching sensation in my chest that wasn´t mine.

I blinked again, and the soft ache under my ribs pulsed.

“I had a dream.”

Rhys' gaze moved over my face. Then his quiet voice vibrated through me, gentle and even.

“What kind of dream?”

Something closed around my throat like an iron fist, and I stared at him, feeling a weight settle on my chest and pressure rise in my throat and eyes.

“The mountain,”, I whispered.

Rhys blinked, and I could see the muscles in his shoulder shifting, growing still.

“It used to be worse.” I tried a lopsided smile, but it felt weak, and a little uneven. “But it still comes back, once in a while.”

Rhys stared at me. Then he mumbled softly: “What do you dream of?”

Something started skipping painfully under my ribs.

“I see the faeries.” My whispered words were barely audible as my gaze dragged over Rhys' face, trying to ingrain every angle into my memory as pressure began to rise in my throat. “Caught and chained, tortured and mutilated in the revel. And I can't help them. I'm caught in the crowd, and I try to move, but no matter how much I fight, it's like I'm watching from outside my own body. And their pain breaks me apart.” My voice was weak, the images rising in front of my eyes causing the ache in my chest to grow.

“And then I see you.” My whisper broke as the pressure in my throat became unbearable, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Rhys' face, even as my vision blurred and my lips quivered.

“And she's torturing you, and I can't move. I can't get to you. And I try to tell you, scream at you that I'll get you out, but I can't speak.” My breath trembled as the ache in my chest spread, taking over every inch of my body until my voice broke and I felt something hot run over my cheek.

“And then I wake up, and I'm alone. Seeing you, finding you, was all a dream. And I can't feel you.” I inhaled quickly, hotly, my chin trembling. “You're gone.”

Through blurry eyes, I saw Rhys stare at me, still, frozen. Then a muscle in his cheek shifted, and he rolled onto his side; his warm, calloused hand slipped up my neck to cradle the side of my face, and Rhys leaned down to press his forehead against mine.

“I'm here.” His deep, husky voice travelled through me, vibrating with sorrow yet so steady and firm, my breath shuddered.

My eyes squeezed shut as the ache in my chest rose and overwhelmed me, and I twisted, wrapping my arms around Rhys' shoulders, clinging to him as I buried my face in the crook of his neck and felt hot tears roll over my cheeks, the ache in my chest pulsing.

“Look at you,”, Rhys mumbled hoarsely, his hands sliding over my waist as he slipped his arms around me, pulling me tightly into his chest. “Really thinking it'd be that easy to get rid of me.”

A wet laugh bubbled in my chest.

“Wouldn't it?”

“No.” Rhys' mumble was steady, if only a little rough when he dropped his nose into the crook of my neck, causing a gentle shiver to travel over my spine. “You know I'm too much of a selfish bastard for that.”

I inhaled shudderingly, feeling my lips rise weakly as I whispered into his skin: “No, you're not.”

“I am.” A calloused hand slid up over my back, the arm around my waist pulling me in tighter as Rhys curled around me and buried his nose at my shoulder, his low voice vibrating through me as he mumbled steadily: “Even if my soul was dragged from this world, I would still claw my way back to you.”

Something rose in my chest, wild and violent, and my eyes opened, a curtain of tears leaving the world blurry as Rhys' quiet voice washed through me.

“No one will ever keep me from you, take me away from you again. Wherever I go, it'll only be with you.”

My heart soared before giving out, and I dug my fingers into his broad shoulders, feeling my leg slide over his waist as his tall body curved around mine.

“Sounds impractical,”, I whispered thickly, my breath hitching and causing my voice to break a little.

Rhys' lips curved against my skin.

“We'll make it work.” His quiet words vibrated through me, steady and soft. “I'll just have to follow you like I always have.”

My chest tightened harsly as warmth pulsed through me, and I whispered, soft and weak: “What if I go somewhere you can't follow?”

Rhys slid his arms closer around me, burying his nose against my skin as he mumbled back hoarsely: “There's no place in this world, or beyond, that you could go where I wouldn't follow.” I could feel him swallow, then he added softly: “I'll always find a way to you.”

My heart tightened as my breath caught in my throat, and I clung tighter to him, feeling his body shielding mine as I curled into his chest and turned my head to bury my face in his neck, squeezing my eyes shut, my body shuddering with my exhale and the weight of tears pressing on my throat.

“Why?” The whispered words were trembling, thick, spilling past my lips before I could stop them, fueled by the ache rising under my ribs. But Rhys just swallowed, his deep voice soft in a hoarse mumble.

“You know why.”

My heart twisted and rose, higher and higher. My breath caught in my throat, and my lips quivered as I hastily burrowed my face in his neck and tried to breathe against the ache pulsing under my ribs.

The breeze whispered through the trees, faeries floating over the pond as the stars twinkled in the sky. Rhys held me until my lids were heavy, tears dried on my cheeks, my heart thrumming steadily against my ribs. Then he gathered me in his arms and moved to stand.

Something rose under my ribs, and when I pulled back just a little, my arms still slung around his neck, Rhys dropped his forehead against mine, his breath fanning over my skin as he turned.

My heart swelled in a flutter, and I clung to him, his arms holding me steady as Rhys started to walk back towards the house. I curled my arms around his shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut, feeling warmth pulse through me, strong, steady, Rhys' nose brushing my cheek when he pressed his forehead against my temple, carrying me up the stairs.

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I woke with the gentle morning breeze brushing over my skin, the scent of daybreak dew and fresh air filling my lungs, and my body buried in a warm chest, with the heavy weight of arms slung around me tightly and a scent in my nose that, even in the haze of sleep, made something tumble under my ribs.

My breath hitched softly, and I opened my eyes. My gaze focused on sunkissed golden skin and dark twisting tattoos over strong collarbones, and a muscled arm cushioning my head.

My heart toppled, and something in my stomach dipped.

You know why.

Rhys' hoarse voice echoed through my head, and suddenly, the flutter in my chest grew until there was a soft ache pulsing under my ribs.

Feeling a weight on my throat, I turned, sliding out of Rhys' arms as carefully as possible. My heart was thrumming against my ribs when I slipped out of the room, and trying to fight against the chaotic whirlwind in my head and chest, I moved down the stairs.

Golden morning light filtered through the windows facing the front garden, painting patterns onto the carpet and the books filling the shelves. I dragged open the window doors leading out onto to the terrace, breathing in deeply as my gaze moved over the garden dipped in the first golden sunrays, fairies whizzing through the air, carrying dew drops, giggling and tittering, and my heart skipped softly against my ribs.

Filling the kettle and putting it onto the stove, I pulled a pot from the cabinet, and a cup. Then, my hands no longer busy, I slowly turned, leaning back against the counter as my fingers flew over the cold marble, up to the ends of my hair before settling for fiddling with the thin strap of my nightgown as I stared into the garden, my heart pounding in my chest.

You know why.

Something in my stomach tumbled.

I did.

I had for a while, had felt the thought looming, bright and powerful somewhere under the surface. The beginnings of a realization, a vague shape, like an unspoken thought, a distant knowledge that I refused to grasp.

Because acknowledging it, just thinking it out loud would mean something so big, so terrifying it made something squeeze in my chest.

An explanation as to why Rhys had kept coming back to me. For the way he stared at me, the twinkle in those violet eyes, for that rising feeling in my chest I couldn't place and that radiated from him, for the closeness, the touching, the blatant flirting and the things he said, casually, easily, so so sure.

It made something rise in my chest.

There was something, a reason, a realization, just under the surface. And it terrified me.

Because what if I was wrong?

What if what Rhys was supposedly feeling was just fleeting, or not at all what I made it out to be?

What if what I was seeing was what I wanted to see – and not what was really there?

Something closed tightly around my chest as the flutter in my chest rose, soared higher and higher.

It would mean a broken heart.

My breath shuddered, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Gods, I'd been an idiot. Not realising, maybe refusing to see how my soul reacted to the male with the stars in his eyes, how my whole being seemed to respond to him.

I had fallen. Maybe slowly over the span of a century, maybe with a crash the first time I'd met him and felt him behind those walls.

Something squeezed under my ribs. It twisted before rippling away soundlessly, and a trembling breath left me as I opened my eyes and stared out into the garden, wide-eyed and utterly terrified.

I loved him.

Maybe, it had always been there, lurking under the surface, in the way my breath seemed to hitch whenever I stared at him and he smiled.

I loved him. Was in love with him. So fiercely, so deeply, so all-consuming that it made my chest thrum, caused my heart to twist and soar, until the feeling filled my body. Slowly, creepingly, it had taken up every part of my soul and my being. Had made him a part of me, his pain, his anger, his sorrow, his happiness, all mine in a way nothing had ever been before. Had made him beginning and end and everything in between.

I loved Rhys.

“Shit,”, I whispered softly.

There was a low, deep chuckle behind me; and I jumped and whirled around.

Rhys crunched his brows against the light, purple eyes tired and twinkling, his voice, rough with sleep, vibrating through me when he mumbled with a smirk: “Ouch. Not usually the way I'm greeted.”

My fingers dug into the counter as I stared at him in shock, trying to breathe, my eyes wide and my heart pounding against my ribs. There was a pillow crease on his cheek, which I hadn´t thought physically possible, his hair was tousled and muscles were shifting under his bare skin as he moved past the table and rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly, heat was washing over me, and I tried to tear my gaze away, pull myself together. But my body refused to listen, stayed frozen in the spot as I stared at him wide-eyed, my breath hitching harshly, and Rhys slowed to a stop. His gaze flickered over my face, and a soft crease formed between his brows.

“Darling?”

Maybe my shields had never been any good, and he'd been able to sneak past them all this time. Or maybe, the feelings whirling in my chest, the chaos and panic in my mind, were simply too loud, too strong, bursting through me, echoing outwards at a volume that meant he didn't even need to be in my mind to hear them.

Either way, Rhys stilled. Became frozen in the spot as he stared at me. Then his eyes shifted.

Turned swirling and bright like the galaxies in the night sky as the crease between his brows melted away into nothingness and he exhaled like he'd been waiting for a century.

“All this time.” His soft voice was hoarse as his gaze dragged over my face, slightly feverish, drinking me in. “And you still didn't see.”

My heart dropped and I could feel my lips part – then something in my chest shifted, and soundlessly, a wall crumbled.

A barrier of the mind, built around the male a few feet away, slowly collapsing into itself.

My heart caught in my throat, and my eyes darted up and widened as something in my chest rose.

I could feel everything.

Emotions so strong, they took my breath. Twined together so firmly, they were barely discernable, desperation, adoration, want, need, twisting together into something hot and rising, growing into something all consuming.

I'd always felt Rhys, but never like this; had never felt his emotions, so deep and powerful and clear that they turned my doubts and fears to stardust, the ache in my chest blowing away into the sky, until my breath shuddered and my heart settled.

I inhaled softly, feeling my lips part as the emotions that weren't my own pulsed in my chest, steady, firm, unrestrained. Then I raised my head, and Rhys swallowed, his iris a night sky as his gaze dragged over mine, deep and feverish and swallowing me whole as he mumbled hoarsely: “There it is.”

A soft, breathy giggle bubbled in my throat as I stared at him, feeling pressure building in my throat and a flutter rising in my chest, growing with every second.

My fingers shook a little as I took a hesitant step forward, followed by another, and another, my eyes darting over Rhys' face, my heart swelling. He had grown completely still, like the smallest move could scare me away, like there wasn't something pounding against my ribs and swelling in my throat, causing tears to rise into my eyes as I lifted a hand and placed my palm on his chest.

The feeling of Rhys´ warm skin sent a shiver down my skin, just like the quick, racing beat of his heart as I stared up at him, feeling my bottom lip wobble a little even as I started to smile, slow and beaming. Then I opened myself and the whirlwind under my ribs.

Rhys' eyes widened.

A shuddering breath ran through him, and his hand flew up to cover mine, fingers curling around mine, holding on almost desperately, like he was afraid I'd pull away, break the thrum of emotion flooding through me into his body. Then a soft sound broke from his chest, and Rhys moved, forward and forward until my arm was trapped between us and the whole of his body pressed against mine, his free hand sliding up to cradle my face, and my heart caught in my throat when he dropped his head to press his forehead against mine.

The flutter in my chest rose, and I quickly squeezed my eyes shut and breathed out shakingly.

Rhys made a soft, hoarse sound deep in his throat, his hand slipping down the side of my neck, fingers sliding into my hair as he pressed closer, and my heart shuddered. I could feel his body towering over mine, the way the muscles in his biceps shifted when his fingers slid closer around my hand, his warm chest pressing against mine -

Heat twinged low in my stomach, and my fingers curled against his chest.

A gentle shudder ran over Rhys' warm skin, and my breath hitched when he dipped his head to the side, his nose brushing against mine.

My heart rose into my throat, and I swallowed, my hand uncurling slowly as I slid my palm down his chest. I could feel his muscles tensing under my touch as a shiver ran over his skin, his fingers twisting into my hair, and a tingle travelled down my spine when Rhys slowly nudged his nose against mine.

Something dropped very low in my stomach, heat rising up my body.

I swallowed, my free hand rising to cling to Rhys' side, and when I pulled my head back a little, just enough to look at him, his breath grazing my skin, my heart rose.

Rhys' eyes were glazed over with a heat that made something twist in my stomach. His iris was hazy and a few shades darker under heavy lids, a muscle in his jaw shifting and throat working, and his gaze was molten where it was glued to my lips.

My breath caught in my throat.

Even when Rhys had stared for too long before, something heated in his eyes, it had always been brimming under the surface, never quite so obvious.

Now, nothing was hidden. His breath was uneven, his lips parted and throat working, and his eyes, heavy lidded and dark, were swirling, feverish, wanting -

Rhys' fingers curled into my hair, and my body shuddered, something whirling and rising under my ribs as I dug my fingers into his skin and raised my chin without having control over it, Rhys' hot breath grazing over my skin when my nose nudged against his.

A deep sound rose in Rhys' chest, his eyes shifting into something even deeper and darker, and his hand slid into my hair when he dipped his head, his nose brushing against the side of mine, tantalizingly slow. Something clenched harshly in my stomach when I felt his hot breath grazing my lips, and a tingling shiver ran down my spine when I sank back down onto my heels and Rhys followed me, calloused hands pulling me closer and head dipping to -

"Hello?", a melodious, happy voice chirped from the terrace, and my heart jumped; my eyes flew open as I lightly pushed at Rhys' chest and whirled around, and Mor walked through the open window doors.

"Anyone he-", her gaze met mine, and she slowed to a stop, one corner of her lips quirking cheekily.

"Am I interrupting?"

My heart missed a beat, and I hastily looked back over my shoulder, only to find Rhys' eyes on me like maybe, they had never left. There was a twinkle slowly spreading through his iris, and my heart rose in a flutter, because something had changed, obviously, something in that thrum against my ribs, and yet -

I narrowed my eyes in a soft glower, and Rhys slowly started to smile, lazy and brilliant.

"What are you doing here, Morrigan?" His deep voice rumbled through me even with him a foot away, his twinkling eyes never leaving my face.

Mor crunched her brows, seemingly completely unbothered as she turned in a circle with a flourish.

"Well, you hadn't even told us this place existed until yesterday, and -", she looked over her shoulder, smiling brightly, "I was curious." Her twinkling amber eyes found mine, and her smile softened, though the light in her eyes seemed to brighten. "It's beautiful."

Something rose under my chest as my gaze flickered towards the garden without me being able to help it, my breath catching in my throat. "It is."

I could feel the weight of eyes on me, a tingle travelling over the side of my face, and I blinked, clearing my throat and grinning sheepishly at Mor. "Sorry, didn't really expect anyone -"

"Obviously." Mor's lips twitched into a smirk as her eyes moved from Rhys, lounging against the counter in only pyjama pants and staring at me, towards my long nightgown, and I winced and quickly crossed my bare arms in front of my chest, feeling heat rising in my cheeks as I crunched my nose.

"You want some tea?"

"You know, actually,", Mor turned fully towards me and raised her brows, "I also came here because I thought it could be fun if I showed you the city today?" Her lips twitched, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Have some one on one time, if Rhys isn't too bothered by that." She winked at me.

"Why would I be bothered?" Rhys' eyes stayed on my face, one corner of his lips curving upwards.

"Well, you did keep her from us for more than a century, without telling us about her even once; which, by the way, is ridiculous." Mor's lips curved. "It's almost like you were afraid we'd steal her away from you or something -"

"Can we get breakfast?", I quickly interrupted, because Rhys' eyes had started to twinkle in a way that made shivers dance down my spine and something twitch in my stomach.

Mor turned her gaze away from Rhys, her knowing smirk bleeding into a genuine, beaming smile when she widened her eyes.

"Obviously! I'll show you all the good places, and more; do you have your dress yet?"

I blinked, then I turned my head towards her and crunched my brows.

"What dress?"

Mor parted her lips. Then she sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes, turning towards her cousin with an exasperated look.

"Rhys, you prat; you haven't told her?"

Rhys stared at me, his violet eyes twinkling when he said, deep voice absentminded: "Was busy."

Mor huffed, her lips quirking. "I bet you were."

Rhys just lightly rolled his eyes, and I quickly mouthed prat?, causing him to glare softly at me.

Don´t you dare.

Feeling a slow, beaming smile take over my face, I widened my eyes and mouthed prat, and Rhys huffed, his lips curving until a wide grin made his cheeks crease.

Mor cleared her throat, and I quickly tore my eyes away from Rhys' face, feeling heat bleed into my cheeks when my gaze met Morrigan's, her eyes twinkling knowingly.

"Haven't told me what?", I said quickly, bouncing on the balls of my feet lightly and fighting against the blush growing on my face.

Mor sighed, but her lips curved as she raised her brows. "Summer Solstice."

My heart rose in a flutter, and my gaze darted towards Rhys as my lips parted.

"You - you celebrate that here?"

"Well, not on a huge scale like Summer and Day,", Mor waved her hand dismissingly, "but Rhys has started throwing a party every year still, because, well -", she smirked, "any excuse for a party is a good one."

Rhys' lips curved softly as his eyes pierced mine, a twinkle in their violet depths that made my breath hitch.

"Anyway, he holds it at the River House -"

I blinked before raising my brows.

"Another house?" I felt my eyes widen slightly as my head whipped around and I stared at Mor before quickly looking back at Rhys in disbelief, but he just shrugged, his smirk feline.

"Anyway, when we started doing the celebration, we decided to hold it there because the garden is just beautiful this time of year, though,", Mor turned to look over her shoulder, her eyes almost wistful, "definitely not as beautiful as this one."

My breath hitched as my gaze followed hers, and something fluttered against my ribs.

"The longest day of the year."

Rhys' voice made my heart dip, quiet like only I was meant to hear, and I blinked before tearing my eyes away from the garden, something rising in my chest when I found his twinkling eyes on my face.

"I know." I felt my lips curve softly even as I suppressed the urge to swallow, my eyes moving over his face. "The fairies dance through it, all night long."

Rhys' gaze pierced mine, deep, twinkling, like maybe, he could see the memories of midsummer nights in a wild garden and a dress whirling around my ankles.

"Maybe they'll dance with us if you're there."

I stared at him, and my heart began to slowly flutter against my ribs, more wildly with every second as I started to smile slowly.

"Is that your way of asking if I'll come?"

Rhys stared at me, something swirling in his eyes when he mumbled, slow, deep, steady: "Will you come?"

My breath caught in my throat, and I blinked. Then I widened my eyes and whispered cheekily: "I don't think I have a dress."

Rhys' gaze heated. But before he could open his mouth, Mor chimed in, beaming happily.

"We can get you one! Today; I mean, it is in two days, but I'll take you to the best dressmaker of the city, you'll love it; and she'll have it done in time!"

I felt my lips part quickly, but before I could even make a sound, there was a soft huff; a familiar scent washed over me, and fingers slipped under my chin, closing my mouth again.

"Don't even think about it."

My heart jumped and eyes darted up, and Rhys' lips curved.

I huffed and twisted my neck to get a better look at him, feeling my brows crunch in protest, but Rhys just sent me a wink. "You know arguing is pointless. I´ll get you a dress one way or the other."

Glowering up at him even as something jumped high in my chest, I narrowed my eyes even further when he smirked and dipped his head to mumble: "Just say thank you."

His warm breath brushed over my nose, and my heart dipped.

Staring up at him, I scowled gently. Then I turned my head and sent Mor a brilliant, cheeky smile. "Thank you, Mor."

Rhys huffed, sending me a glare, and Mor smirked and winked.

"My pleasure." She raised her brows and clapped her hands. "Alright, let´s go! Though you,", her lips quirked, "might want to change first."

When I moved back down the stairs a few minutes later, dressed and tying off my braid, Mor was crouched in the middle of the garden, watching the faeries that seemed a little weary but curious when she beamed at them.

"You know she's going to put you through trying on dozens of dresses?"

My heart skipped, and my gaze darted towards where Rhys was leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of tea in his hand and one corner of his lips curving as his eyes raked over my face.

"So?" I felt my lips quirk.

Rhys' iris twinkled.

"A lot of it will be Night Court fashion." His gaze dragged slowly over my body, one corner of his lips curving into a slow, lazy smirk. "It usually means little fabric."

I stared at him as heat pooled low in my stomach, and suddenly, something started fluttering against my ribs violently.

Slowly, I began to walk backwards towards the terrace, sending him a growing, mischievous smile.

"If you want to see me scantily clad, you just have to ask."

Rhys' gaze darted up, his gaze narrowing in and growing dark and heated, and feeling my heart catch in my throat, I smiled beamingly and turned around with a breathed laugh, hopping out onto the terrace to meet Mor at the foot of the steps.

☆

Feeling a breeze brush some hair into my face, I breathed out softly, the warmth of sunlight dappled over my face making my lips curve without my doing.

"So..."

I blinked before opening my eyes and lowering my head, and Mor crunched her nose, looking at me curiously. "What's so special about Summer Solstice?"

We were sitting on the steps of a fountain, the water splashing and bubbling in our backs, a thin paper bag between us on the grey cobblestone, smelling of the buttery pastry I had bought in a shop in one of the countless alleys.

Mor had kept her promise, taking me for breakfast in a small café right at the Sidra. Then she had pulled me into the maze of alleys, streets and squares.

First, she'd taken me to the workshop of her favorite dressmaker, located in a beautiful townhouse in the Rainbow, the artist's district. It belonged to tall, slim High Fae who was clearly familiar with Morrigan, and who had, very happily, pulled all the stops when Mor had winked at her.

Mor had made me try different silhouettes, and I had wandered the aisles and aisles with fabrics, my breath catching at the colors and stitchings. We'd agreed after a while, and when we left the shop, there was a rough sketch and fabric sitting on the dressmaker's desk and my heart was beating against my throat.

Now, the afternoon sun was shining in the sky over the small park that stretched over a little hill surrounded by tall sandstone buildings, their roofs glittering in the light. Trees rose into the sky, offering shade, sunlight was dappled in swaying patterns onto the grass and cool stone of the fountain where we had decided to take a little break, and my feet were aching and my heart was full.

I needed a second to tear my eyes away from the sight of the city stretched out before the mountains. Then I blinked and crunched my brows, looking over at her.

"What do you mean?"

One corner of Mor's lips curved gently. "You just... you looked so surprised."

I felt my heart rise in a soft flutter against my ribs, and I hesitated for a second, then I turned my head and gently narrowed my eyes at her curiously.

"How long have you been... celebrating it like this?"

Mor furrowed her brows, shrugging softly as she plucked a piece off her pastry.

"Not long actually. I think Rhys decided to make it a new tradition not quite a century ago, fairly out of,", she blinked, her words slowing as her eyes suddenly began to twinkle softly, "thin air..."

I stared at her, a quick flutter beginning to build in my chest.

"What does it mean to you again?" Mor stared at me, her lips curving.

"It's..." I swallowed softly. "It's a celebration. Held by the fairies, every Summer Solstice. They gather and dance, from evening until deep into the night. All of them, sprites, pixies, nymphs, wraiths, all coming together, celebrating light and life and -" My breath hitched. "Magic."

Mor's warm eyes were glittering.

"You think he -" My voice broke off, my breath catching in my throat.

"Started celebrating it here because of you?" Mor's lips tipped upwards, and she blinked and raised an eyebrow, her eyes twinkling in the light. "That does sound awfully like him."

Feeling my heart pounding against my ribs, I stared at her, something suddenly tingling in my stomach.

Mor's smile widened a little. Then she blinked.

"You know, he never told us about you." She raised a brow, her iris sparkling. "Not once."

I huffed gently.

"I know." Shaking my head softly, I turned my head, crunching my brows gently as I blinked into the sunlight. "He told me about that, after I got mad because he turned up, winnowing in even though he was badly wounded and exhausted,", a breath left me, "idiot."

Mor giggled, and I felt my lips curve.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Mor´s gaze flicker over my face, warm and bright. Her throat worked. Then she whispered softly: "Thank you."

I blinked. Something in my chest rose and tightened as my gaze darted towards her, and Mor breathed out, her smile a little uneven when she stared back at me.

"I've known Rhys practically my whole life." She furrowed her brows gently, her eyes swimming with emotion. "He's always carried - a lot of weight on his shoulders, and it just got more when he became High Lord. He always took on everything, had to be strong, for everyone. He lets us know when things are heavy, but - he never fully lets us in." She huffed. "He doesn't want to burden us." Shaking her head gently, she hesitated before looking over at me, one corner of her lips rising gently.

"But then he started disappearing, just for a few hours, sometimes more, sometimes less. He never told us where he was going;", she raised her brows, "I always assumed he was just - taking a breather somewhere, taking some time by himself. But whenever he got back, he had that light in his eyes." Her iris started to twinkle as she stared at me.

"That was you." She blinked, her voice a little hoarse when she whispered: "You saved him. Because you saw something in him he lost the ability to see. And because when you showed him that, he believed you. Because he saw something in you too. That same thing that makes him stare at you like you put the stars into the sky." She swallowed gently, and her eyes flickered over my face. "It's like with you, he can just be."

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her, something suddenly tight in my chest.

"He told you all of that?", I whispered.

Mor's lips quirked gently.

"Not everything. But enough." Her gaze flickered over my face. "He told us about you only after he came back from -" She broke off, her eyes welling with grief. Then she looked back up at me, her iris shimmering as she raised a corner of her lips.

"He was - a wreck, when he got here. But you - you kept him afloat. He was waiting for you. It felt like he was holding his breath. And then you turned up and..." She breathed a brilliant smile. "I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you."

My heart rose against my ribs, and Mor sniffled and beamed. "It's like he's come back to life, in a way he's never been before. Like something has - settled, fallen into place."

Something welled over in my chest, and I turned my gaze ahead, fighting to swallow against the pressure in my throat as I stared down the hill and over the roofs of the city, glittering in the sun, trees swaying gently in the breeze.

"Yeah,", I whispered.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Mor's gaze move over my face, bright and warm. Then she turned back ahead as well, and together, we stared over the city.

"It's beautiful,", I mumbled softly.

Mor´s lips curved upwards, her voice a little hoarse when she mumbled back: "It's the Court of Dreams."

☆

The sun was disappearing beyond the mountains, painting the skies pink and violet, the first stars twinkling high above when I slipped through the gate and breathed in the scent of flowers and grass and warm evening air.

Mor had dropped me off at the winding street before winnowing away, pulling me into a hug so tight, my ribs cracked, but I had just squeezed her back, feeling the scent of her perfume rising into my nose and her hair tickling my skin.

Slowly making my way around the house, I inhaled deeply, feeling warmth spread through my chest when I saw fairies whizzing through the air over the pond, giggling and chasing each other.

"You took your time."

My heart rose against my ribs, and Rhys, lounging on the steps leading up to the terrace, watched me, his violet eyes reflecting the stars blinking in the sky when he lightly raised a brow. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me, leaving me here all by myself -"

A soft snorted laugh built in my chest, and I sent him a cheeky grin. "I'm sure you were perfectly fine entertaining yourself for once."

"I wasn't. I got so bored I actually went to do some work."

Giggling softly, I gently kicked his leg before plopping down next to him, breathing in deeply. His scent rose into my lungs, and my heart missed a beat.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Rhys' twinkling iris flicker over my face. "Did Mor drag you from shop to shop until you fainted from exhaustion?"

I crunched my brows and looked over at him. "Why, do you think I look the part?"

Rhys' lips curved.

"Did you find a dress?" His gaze drank me in as a crease formed in his cheek, and I stared back, my breath catching and my heart thrumming against my ribs.

"Yeah." My voice was a little soft, a little breathless as I tried not to stare at the curve of Rhys' lips and the small dip in his cheek, his skin glowing in the sunset.

"And?" His voice trickled over me, slow, deep, matching the volume of mine as his gaze dragged over my face, heated, swirling.

I felt my lips tick up as I shrugged one shoulder gently, innocently. "What?"

Rhys stared at me, his arm brushing against my back, sending tingling shivers down my body, and slowly, one corner of his lips curved. "Where is it?"

I huffed softly. "Not yet made."

"Shame." Rhys' eyes were twinkling. "You could let me take a peak."

I widened my eyes and whispered with a bright, cheeky smile: "Where's the fun in that?"

Rhys slowly started to smile brilliantly, his eyes crinkling, and my breath caught in my throat.

For a second, we stared at each other, something trumming in my chest and twisting in my stomach, then Rhys blinked, his eyes never leaving mine as he mumbled: "I think I might have to take the couch tonight."

I could feel my brows crunch in confusion. "Why?"

A deep crease formed in Rhys' cheek, his iris twinkling as his gaze dragged over my face. "Because I'm not sure I would be able to control myself if I saw you in that flimsy nightgown again."

My heart dipped, and suddenly, something hot trickled down my spine.

"I could leave it off."

Rhys' iris hazed over, a rough sound breaking from his throat, and I hastily bit onto the inside of my cheek as a laugh bubbled in my chest, mixing with a rising, fluttering feeling.

"Beast,", Rhys mumbled, his husky voice leaving something twisting down in my stomach.

I shrugged, feeling my lips curve as I turned my gaze back towards the garden. "I mean, if you can't handle it -"

Rhys' gaze narrowed in on my face, became deep and twinkling, and something toppled in my chest as I nearly bit down onto my lip, wondering what on earth I had been thinking.

Swallowing it down, I looked over my shoulder, and Rhys stared at me, gaze molten and dark as slowly, a slight smirk made his lips curve, playful and mischievous.

"Is that a challenge, darling?"

My breath caught in my throat, and my heart swerved sharply.

I blinked, then I shrugged softly, smiling back cheekily. "I don't know, is it?"

Rhys breathed a deep chuckle and leaned forward, and I felt myself freeze when his warm breath brushed over my lips. Then he gently nudged his nose against the side of mine and mumbled, his lips almost brushing my cheek: "Careful." He pulled back just enough to stare at me, his violet iris reflecting the sky as they dragged over mine, twinkling. "I don't lose."

"First time for everything,", I whispered back breathily, feeling my heart rise into my throat, and Rhys slowly started to smile.

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[fairytale-poll]

SEMIFINAL ROUND, MATCH 2 OUT OF 2!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Miss Piggy:

In the movie, she pretends to be Lady Holiday and when her identity is revealed is leaves on of her shoes there cinderella style.

Cinders:

She spent decades searching every moon and planet trying to find her wife (Rose), who was kidnapped on their wedding day. Eventually, she found Rose, and they embraced, only for Rose to die in Cinder’s arms. And so Cinder killed the king who had kidnapped Rose by punching through his chest and into his heart.

And then Cinder got a somewhat happy ending, in which she met Rose’s clone who had Rose’s memories.

What if Cinderella was a Sci-Fi lesbian? Well here she is. She has a whole love song about searching the stars for her girlfriend after their wedding was interrupted and she was taken away. She spends years searching only to when she finally finds and embraces her watch her be shot. Cinders is so devastated by this that she plunges her wedding ring into the heart of the man who shot her love killing him.

Lesbian space princess who elopes with the terrifying soldier who was previously conquering her planet and spends decades searching for her when they’re separated. Listen to her song https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6w9V-gMgBF4

I think the way she punches the evil king through the heart as revenge for her wife is pretty neat.

She’s a revolutionary married to a woman, what’s not to love? From Cinders’ Song: “ When I was a little girl, my mother always told me / “Someday your prince will come, my love” / But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me”.

her girlfriend got cloned and most of said clones were brutally slaughtered in war and she searched for her girlfriend all throughout the galaxy and when they were finally reunited on the battlefield her girlfriend died. and a clone of her girlfriend who due to technical errors retained her memories, so does that count as the same girlfriend? theseus’s girlfriend? anyway vote for cinders she’s been through hell

Lesbian!! Has to search for her lost love Rose with her glass wedding ring that changes color when its near its partner!! Gets to embrace Rose once again for one final moment before the villain kills Rose right in front of her!! So Cinders kills him in return!! And she’s left as (almost) the only surviving main character from her own album but!! She is eventually reunited with a clone of Rose, and while they cannot have a truly ‘happy ever after’ together they are the ones graced with the closest thing to it

SPACE LESBIANS (she’s in love with Rose Red, who gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders searches the galaxy to find her, waiting for her white ring to turn crimson, indicating that its twin was near) She took her name from the ashes of her burning planet <3 She also killed Old King Cole >:)

shes a tragic lesbian and killed a violent dictator shes literally the best

shes gay shes traumatized she dates both rose red and sleeping beauty. badass space wanderer looking for her wife

Her wife Rose gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders spend the next thirty years looking for her. She finds her (:D) and then Rose dies (D:) and then Cinders kills the guy who killed Rose (girlboss).

shes a lesbian. she lost her wife, Rose (yes, as in sleeping beauty) the day they got married bc she was kidnapped. she spent 20 YEARS looking for her. as soon as she found her wife, Rose DIED IN HER ARMS. Cinders has gone through Too Much to lose this poll

(Her info from the wiki) the Princess of a planet burnt by King Cole’s army, after it is ceded by her stepmother. She is imprisoned, meets Rose and plans to marry her. She is released by her godmother for the wedding, then flees when the attack happens, spending thirty years looking for Rose. Her half of the wedding ring will light up when she finds Rose.

“When I was a little girl, my mother always told me 'Someday your prince will come, my love’ But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me I looked to the stars for you, my love” She’s lesbian Cinderella IN SPACE. She fell in love with her wife in prison and they ran away to have a secret marriage but the empire kidnapped Rose on their wedding night and Cinders had to leave her behind. She searches for Rose for decades with the glass ring that guides her to its twin on her wife’s finger. She finally reunites with her love after Rose rips three supersoldiers to pieces with her bare hands (hot) but then then the evil king kills Rose so Cinders fucking punches through his heart. And then a clone of Rose (who is also lesbian Sleeping Beauty IN SPACE) finds her cradling her wife’s body and they have a happy reunion(?) and maybe they didn’t have a happy ending BUT WHAT IF THEY HAD EACH OTHER? HUH? AAAAAH

she’s everything. she’s a princess from a long since conquered planet. she was imprisoned to make a statement of the brutal reign of old king cole. she met her wife while she was in prison, a beautiful brutal soldier covered in scars from battles. cinders and rose fell in love, so cinders’ godmother in white broke her out of jail so rose and cinders could be together. they were going to be married, except that OLD KING COLE intervened and kidnapped rose to make her the genetic base of his unholy army. so cinders spends THIRTY YEARS searching the galaxies for her love (and sings a really cool song about it called “Cinders’ Song”) until finally she arrives during the final battle just in time to see old king cole SHOOT ROSE DEAD. so cinders punches the king so hard (with her wedding ring) that he just Crumples Into Dust. the end! (no we do not talk about the fiction.)

lesbian, for one, and for two i don’t really care i just think it’d be cool if she got in/if she made it past the first round

no one seems to have linked cinder’s song yet, so here [Link]

better yet, listen to the whole album too, for context and also what comes after. it slaps and also tragedy it’s such a good album suhc a good band too

Someone already sent the song as propaganda, so I will provide SPOILER propaganda. [Click link to see spoilers.]

[Link]

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[rise-my-angel]

Shadows of Mandalore Prequel

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader

Length: 22.5k

Warnings: a/b/o (alpha beta omega dynamics), omega reader, traumatic flashbacks, mentions of slavery and kidnapping, smut, handjobs, oral (f receiving), p in v, heat/ruts, knotting

Notes: Prequel to the original Shadows of Mandalore, Takes place over the span of episodes 6, 7, and 8 of The Mandalorian season 2

Stories about your kind could feel so safe and otherworldly as a child. Your home was cold and dark most of the time and with little access anywhere off world. Tales of what used to be, and the vast numbers of your kind that reached one edge of the system to the other. Gripping words painting the scenes in your mind of great battles of a space you never saw, and the technology that seemed but a myth.

Your father had told you much of those tales. Your people in small numbers spread amongst tiny pockets on the blazing cold planet saw him as a nuisance however. Nights gathered by the brightest of fires, he told you that you used to be of great importance. A birthright that bounded you with only the strongest and honourable of people, a treasure of sorts that held such people in high regards to be protected.

The others in your tiny home scolded him for filling your head with fantasies. Your grandmother on many occasions tried to scare you out of believing them. Claims that the entire system is just as much of a wasteland as your home now, that this was the only place your kind existed now. A great technological purge destroyed the worlds and wiped out much of your kind. Forcing the remains to scatter across the galaxy.

Your home was the only land that saw the truth, and it’s why what was left of cities now sat decayed and abolished. “Their technology brought about the end of our kind, it was no place here.” You once asked your father why if other alphas spread to other worlds, why didn’t they come back for the rest of your kind.

Leaned across the table, he peeked out to the outside to the others still cooking by the fire. “They don’t know we’re here, bug. Omegas are so rare now that people like your grandmother believe that keeping you away from the galaxy is the only way to keep you safe. If no one knows where we are, then nothing bad can happen to us again.”

Cold wind blew through the open seal of the door frame, sending a shiver down your spine that made your yearn for the warmth of the fire. Hands tapping against each other, your brow deepened with a frown. “If the galaxy is so bad, why did elder Gorma say only Imperial medicine could save mama?”

Your fathers eyes sunk with a deep sadness that your child mind didn’t quite see, but his brows narrowed much like yours. “Where did you hear that?”

Wide eyes, you slunk your head down into the thick fabric of your coat. “I was spying on him after we set mama sail.”

You didn’t get an answer, not then at least. The group had come inside finally, sealing the growing storm outside for the night and both you and your father shared a silent agreement to speak of this only when alone once more. An instance that never came.

They came in the middle of the night. Awakening to the sounds of booms and cracks of ice led you outside in the calming storm that caught everyone elses attention. A ship rose over the mountain cliff by the edge of your home felt like it rose tall as a giant.

It’s mechanics whirled and lights flashed so bright you had to shield your eyes from it’s shine in the pitch black. A door must have opened, because then the men followed.

They yelled in a language you did not speak, but you could hear your grandmother say something about there being no omegas here. You could see the storm had settled, but now the air was filled with some kind of weapon that shot deadly light from their hands. Running and screams filled the night air and in the chaos you were grabbed.

It was a painful whiplash, seeing the true nature of the off world. Ships and planets all around and filled with people. The advancements your home was so hateful towards just existed in daily life and your tiny mind had been greatly confused to learn droids were not a species, but just a fancy collection of technology that spoke and thought.

For a long time, you were passed place to place, being poked and stabbed at in by those who barley looked at you like a person. As you grew older, you given medicine under strict order to take it exactly when dictated.

In the present, you understood they were suppressants and blockers. Your home was right about one thing, and it was that your kind was rare. Owners not wanting to advertise they owned an Omega and with few Alphas around, allowing you to experience any kind of a heat would just be a nuisance.

As it turned out, being passed from money hungry owner to owner, no one quite knew what to do with an Omega other then sell you for money. The only alphas around were rare and never allowed near you for fear of “damaging property”, so eventually you became almost like any other slave. Choiceless work for another until you found yourself in Navarro.

“Do they all need to be custom made?”

Your voice drew back Din out of whatever thought you watched him get lost in. You both currently sat on the floor with the array of his weapons sat out in a semi circle around you. Each one he had you pick up, explain what made it different from the other nearly identical ones and then guided your grip before moving on.

Dins legs crossed and his hands rested on his knees, nodding at each weapon to inspect next before he had trailed off somewhere. The slight turn of his head just putting you out of the centre of is vision telling you his silence was accidental. Looking back, he watched you put it back into place.

“No, but weapons should be personal to it’s owner. The better tailored to you it is,” A gloved hand gently picking up one of the smaller blasters you’d already looked at. “The more it will work with you, instead of against you. Here,”

Passing it over, you watched as he tilted down to your hand specifically. Reaching to you and stretching your fingers around the base as much as you could until he knew you felt the strain. “This intensity of this one would more be suited for you, but the base isn’t. You should be able to hold it steady without straining your grip.”

Flexing them in the air you pulled your arm back to your lap. “Which means I’d throw my aim off more trying to compensate?”

Chest filling with a guilty pride at Din’s nod yes. He had been insistent you understand every weapon he owns and make sure you know how to use them for any reason. A good teacher, patient, quiet, and only guiding your touch or grip when he needed to step in. Spending the better part of multiple hours in this position, something both of you weren’t acknowledging was dreadfully quiet.

There had been a growing tension between you and Din but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. A call to him from deep within your omega which threatened to consume you. No other alphas had ever drawn you to them like a magnet.

You had been too young when you were taken, whatever plans your father had to discuss how mates amongst your kind worked never occurred. Your passing slavers didn’t know much either, but Din? He knows something but he isn’t telling you and he isn’t the only one. Twice now you had encountered Dins people, or ones like him.

The Armourer picked you out right away. Calling to you by your presentation and asking where you were born. There was a silence when you answered, “Werda.” Both she and Din looked at one another for a long beat.

Nodding she finally spoke, calmly as ever, “On the outer rim of the Mandalore system. A place not many go anymore.” You could feel Din circling passed you but the woman held both an air of authority and likely, the calling respect of an alpha. “They have effectively cut themselves off from the galaxy have they not?”

Another nod, and the Armourer begun moving to finish crafting an object too small to see from where you stood. “The elders thought that technology is what destroyed our kind. Where better to hide what’s left then an ice planet that rarely experiences daylight. Can’t kill what they can’t find.” You didn’t really sound confident in your voice. Many stories of what you thought omegas and alphas were felt far more complicated in the world outside your blizzard ridden home world.

But she just looked at you. The cold stare of black that was a Mandalorian visor did nothing to intimidate you anymore, and though you would never know it, it typically surprised their people that you consistently found their eyeline on the first try.

“This is the way.”

She had given Din something that day, but they kept it secret. It wasn’t your business, not really. A stolen omega from a barren planet of snow and darkness. One that lied to you about how important they were. Your home was not the last true beacon of hope for your kind, and you didn’t come from a great people. These people did.

Now you three travelled to what Ahsoka Tano called the seeing stone, and if you knew little about omegas and alphas, or Mandalorians, you knew even less about the Jedi. You thought their kind had been wiped out, but then again many thought the same of Omegas. You’re only save this time being that Din knew little about them as well.

There was however, one problem. There was little in the way of suppressants around and you knew the amount you had left would not supply you through a heat. A heat you’ve never experienced before without them.

Din had longer, but your heat would come soon and you had never been through one without suppression. It would hit hard, and no doubt even on suppressants the strength of it would send Din into an early rut. A scenario neither of you were brave enough to broach, even before it became a possibility. You got as far as coming off the blockers.

Something Din wanted from the beginning. “People like that didn’t put you on these for your own good, cyra’ika. It’s just hurting you.”

You had stammered, not used to the fierceness of an alpha and the overwhelming scent that arose with his emotions. “I just figured you wouldn’t want me stinking up the ship.”

His gloved hand holding the container you had could have squeezed it into pieces were he to let himself out of control. His shoulders sagged, letting his arm fall to his side and taking steps closer. Forcing your head to tilt up to match his more imposing height. “What I want, is to not lose you in a crowd because you smell like every other beta. I can’t have that, and your omega wouldn’t either.”

Omera had to be the one to talk it out with you more. Din was worked up and angry at how much of your life your owners shoved blockers onto you, keeping your rich and addictive scent dull and muted to the world. That you thought he’d ever want to get rid of such a sweet scent.

She was the first Omega outside of your home you’d ever met. She was kind and recognized you right away. Not like the way the Mandalorians all did though, no she pulled you away with her as if lost siblings. Telling you that omegas were rare, that she was an anomaly, likely why none else here were omegas. Born from two betas and could only sit and wait to know if her daughter Winta would too.

“They don’t just mute the world to you, it keeps you locked away as well. Did you know your Mandalorian was even an alpha until you travelled with him?” You shook your head no, and she sighed softly. “He’s angry because none of us deserve to be treated like an inconvenience. Being an Omega isn’t a condition that needs managing. It’s who we are. Some of us are just better at showing that feeling the others.” Nodding out of her home where you knew he was.

“Alphas are very protective of omegas, and when they find the right one? Mistreatment can just make them angry.” You didn’t know what she meant by the right one, but you suspected others did. He was his own person but they all called him your Mandalorian, or to him you were ‘his omega’.

You had more to learn from her, but the kid’s life was more important and so you left only understanding your kind a tiny bit better.

It was easier now. So much time spent with Din and Grogu that he was much more at ease with you or doing things for you. Taking quiet moments at night, listening to your innocent requests that he talk about himself. Learning that he was not born a Mandalorian, but was a foundling.

Foundlings were of the upmost importance to his kind, and that many of them who presented as alphas swore the creed. Using their presentation as part of their honour, just as he did. Watching those they care for with the honour and respect that an alpha should uphold. A sentiment not many in the galaxy quite agreed with.

Some could see it in Din, a watchful eye on you and Grogu that would pull you just slightly more into his side on a busy planet, or gentle praise that he’d never bother for anyone else. All you did was ask him a simple question about his armoury, and now two hours later he had unloaded his entire arsenal to show you.

“We should sleep.” Eyes darting up to him, Din was leaned closer to you as his arm slowly grabbed the blaster from your lap. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when we get to there tomorrow, so we should rest while we can.”

He also started doing that recently. Say we instead of you, all three of you as a unit instead of keeping apart. Without realizing, you started to bite the inside of your cheek. Eyes trained on Din methodically putting everything back into place before outstretching his hand to help you up onto your feet. You bit down harder at the jump in your heart, you stood now so close to Din but he was as still as stone. You dropped is hand quickly and nodded. Turning away from him before he could pick up on the strangeness in your pulse.

Only bothering to take off your boots, your eyes ended up glancing to watch Din take off the beskar covering him. Your head popping up at a coo above, only to see Grogu lean over his hammock, watching Din and then reaching out to you. Your finger gripped in his tiny hand he made a deep purr like noise. Only letting go when Din approached, looking up to him now just in helmet and flight suit with those wide black eyes.

Heart beating faster, Din finally pulling his gloves off, stroking gently along Grogu’s ear before you blinked and turned away suddenly. Little room was in the bunk and that small space grew even more cramped each passing day.

The routine now was standard. You lay down first, turned to face the closest wall as your limbs curled in as much as you could. Grogu above would shuffle around until a tiny huff was heard and he’d be asleep in an instant after. The door was shut, tucking the light away from your eyes and Din’s warmth would curl against your back.

You had considered offering to cover your eyes with something before so he could sleep unobstructed since you were at the most risk to seeing him in this space but you were never sure if he would take it as an insult. That he’d even want to take it off even if you were completely blind. So you just felt the coolness of his helmet rest gently against the back of your head as the final stage set in.

Din ignoring the rising emotions pouring off of you as he pulls you into his chest with no shame. One hand resting over your hip that it would eventually drift more to pull you in my your stomach almost greedily some point in the night.

Tonight was like every other, no words exchanged, just a slumbering baby above and the rise and fall of your chests in tandem. A thought desperate to be heard singing how you and him felt like you fit together kept getting shoved away. He was an alpha, raised as a true Mandalorian and you were just an omega born to nobodies tucked away on an isolated rock of snow.

It worked out so horrifically for you and so perfectly for them, that it almost seemed like some kind of trap or set up. The three of you at this seeing stone in the middle of nowhere, and just when you thought it was am ambush, the true one snuck up behind you.

The glowing lights surrounding Grogu may as well have been magic. Not knowing if it was the kid who summoned the lights or whomever had found him brought lights to him something had clearly happened. If part of you were to be brutally honest, you wondered if really was someone else who found Grogu themselves.

Din had to gently coax Grogu into it, and even with that? Standing beside one another you could feel the anxieties of regret. This was his mission, this was the right thing to do. So why did every time you come close to handing the kid over to a Jedi, did a heavy weight sit in the pits of your hearts? Whatever the force was, it took too much from the kid’s tiny body.

A ship appeared in the sky, almost like it had been summoned from the lights but there were no Jedi following suit. No, it was much more likely these were people who followed you for very different reasons. One person put it best though, it was far more like you and Din had seen ghosts not people.

The figure stood cloaked in black, a presence that no doubt intimidated many and an essence that you could not misinterpret as anything other then an alpha. His voice was deep like Dins, but husky like it had been scratched at by something fierce that left it all the more commanding. “I don't want your armour. I want my armour that you got from Cobb Vanth back on Tatooine. It belongs to me.”

You weren’t as sharp or keen as Din beside you, his aim far more poignant then the likelihood of your own outstretched aim missing. But what you lacked in skill, you did however hold in curiosity. “Are you Mandalorian?”

The strangers answer satisfied neither of you. “I’m a simple man making his way through the galaxy. Like my father before me.”

“Did you take the creed?” Briefly you thought of the other Mandalorians that ultimately are the reason you wound up in this place. They held no honour, only backing Din into a corner until he had no choice but to do more for them then they would offer him. The man before you didn’t exude the same prideful condescension, but did have you yearning to be threatening like they were.

“I give my allegiance to no one.”

Din held the same distrust. Listening to this unknown claim ownership of what Din had rightfully reclaimed what was looted and sold around the sandy plains of Tatooine. “What's to stop me from dropping you right where you stand?”

“Because I have a sharpshooter up on that ridge with a locked scope that will unload by the time my body hits the ground.” Maybe these people figured they could threaten just anyone, but you’ve watched Din with far more odds stacked against him.

“I'm the one wearing beskar. As soon as I see that muzzle flash, you're both dead.”

The stranger was calm, almost casual in his words yet it sent you into a spiral, and your heart could feel something far too similar flowing out from Din’s. “I didn't mean she was going to shoot you. My friend's locked onto that little companion of yours up on the hinge.”

Your first ghost was also Din’s. “And if you remember, I don’t miss.”

Toro Calican left Fennec Shand for dead in the Dune Sea. Shooting her only so he could double cross his so called partners, and rack up a shiny profit for a hunted child instead. Yet there was no mistake in her voice and only confirmed to Din’s own shock.

“You point that gun away from the kid or I'll drop you both where you stand.” They went back and forth, anger threats escalating from Din until you all relented. His hand reaching over to your forearm, lowing it just slightly and followed with it’s touch as you put it away on your person.

His touch didn’t leave you as she dead rose in front of your eyes. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” His grip on your arm was tight as the waves radiating from within him spoke of shock. Din gripped you as if something about your touch kept him rooted in place. Or maybe that is simply what you wished.

“The armour was given to my father, Jango, by your forebears. In exchange, I guarantee the safety of the Child, as well as your own. The bounty on your little friend has risen significantly. You can buy ten suits of armour for the price on its head.” It truly felt as if fate doomed your little trio to repeat it’s misfortunes again and again.

Those unlike the Mandalorians Din belonged too forcing his hand into complying with little reward but the promise of living. Or Grogu’s life in this case, a deal with felt that much more ill. Din has risked almost everything to protect him, and yet the world kept slamming it back in your faces that a baby’s life meant as much as any other nobodies of the galaxy.

“I'd say we're offering a fair deal under the circumstances.” For a moment, the man glanced to you. His eyes narrowing as a minuscule wave of something poked at the blood in your veins. As if seeking your presentation by calling out to it, unable to sense your omega from so far away by sight or smell.

Whatever ambush you and Din thought this was, truly, meant nothing. This was a place that was nowhere, followed by mercenaries who sought out what you couldn’t trust belonged to them. It wasn’t them that felt like a trap, but the ships that approached and the blaster fire that followed.

It didn’t matter to Din though, what had just transpired. He still offered Fennec the chance to escape under his cove. No malice for her actions nor a grudge to the bounty Din seeked her out for as she didn’t leave.

Two skilled fighters surrounded by storm troopers mindlessly following the orders of the man who told them to kidnap a baby. Yet what use did you provide? A shot or two. One collapsing to the ground and the other shot down enough that a better shot finished him. But you were not the third party to help them, just a choking fear of a life you should be used to by now.

The man however, was a force to be reckoned with that no one suspected. His name not cluing in until you could see him there dressed in his armour. The second ghost. But unlike Fennec, Boba Fett had been dead for much longer.

Internal mind begging and angry that you were of no help, you didn’t have the abilities they did and you couldn’t protect the child like an omega should be duty bound for. Instead, you watched them take him from both of you, and the hope of following blown to pieces before your own eyes as well. Nothing but ash and scraps left of the Crest.

The only thing that mattered, a small metal ball held tenderly in Din’s hand. Did Grogu actually perish here in the black ashes of what became his home? Because looking at the only image left of him in Din’s hand amongst the rubble certainly made the terror feel like grief.

Your arm brushed his as you stood next to him. Words nor shared, looks not passed, but for the first true time you reached for the other. Entangling omega and alpha in a bond that locked together. It was something you’d never experienced. Your heart’s felt one another, and the bile in your throat burned in his too.

His feet dragged yours. Wanting to be a pace behind wasn’t granted, Din reaching for your lower back and pushing you just in front of him. The threat of malice in Fett’s eyes beforehand was nowhere to be seen this time. “I want you to look at something.”

Arm raising, an orange glow flashed up, strings of symbols that looked to be words in a different language. “My chain code has been encoded in this armour for years. You see, this is me. Boba Fett.”

Pointing to another, “This is my father, Jango Fett.”

It was a name that dinged a bell of familiarity but not forming an image of clarity in your memory that it did for Din. “Your father was a foundling.”

“Yes. He even fought in the Mandalorian Civil Wars.”

Voices almost muffled, head sinking underwater as a ringing took their places. Grogu’s face in your eyes but pulled away. Leaving splashes of mockery at how you did nothing. A true omega protected their child. If Grogu felt so much like your own as he and Din were to each other, why did you fail him? It wasn’t a wonder why other Mandalorians you’ve met barley spoke to you.

The omegas of their people were brave, defending foundlings above all else and giving their life to such a duty. You were a nobody from a frozen backwater planet that spun you tales of greatness that never applied to you. You were like these people. But not their kind. Someone of Dins kind wouldn’t have let it happen.

Din protected you, and protected even a woman who once was hunted by him and all for what? For the omega he travelled with to stand beside him and not his child. Useless.

Your name pulled you out of the water. Looking up Din now stood in front of you, visor looking right into your eyes as you blinked away the ringing as well. His voice was deep, tough and restrained. “We’re going to get him back.”

Something tried tugging at your omega but you pushed it away from you just as forcefully. Din didn’t accept your nod, and trying to reach out to only be shoved away forced him to nudge your chin up with his hand to look at him proper. “We are getting him back, okay? We are not losing him.”

Grip on your chin tightened a tinge until you nodded. The world didn’t need blockers to mute around you, but you wondered if Din was wrong. That maybe you’d just be better off shutting out your omega entirely. She was around three alphas, and did nothing to help or prove yourself their worth.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself on Fett’s ship. You didn’t know the layout and you didn’t want to touch anything not knowing if you shouldn’t or not. Group on it’s way to pick up Mayfield, most of the plan put on pause until he gave what you needed to know. Needing Moff Gideions cruiser coordinates wouldn’t come easy and you struggled to see how you fit in here.

With just Din and Grogu it was different. Silent backup, keeping the kid out of the worst of it and much to Peli’s annoyance, learning how internal ship repair works. Or as she put it, “You’re doing for free what I getting paid a nice bargain for.” But you felt useful.

Slowly learning how to stand on you own two feet off the back of Din. But it felt different in this crowd now. Your back to a wall with your knees bent so you could rest your forearms over them you on your best day didn’t match one percent of how dangerous or proficient they were.

A dream of belonging when you walked beside their clan of two, but add more skilled and important people to the mix? Well your shortcomings didn’t exactly make much sense.

In your sorrow you heard the distinct clinking of metal, your mind able to match each click with how fast his steps were. You glanced to the side to see his bottom half approaching you, but diverted attention away. Trained on your fidgeting fingers and a jaw clenching enough you’d no doubt feel it later.

Din joined you on the floor, copying your position and no doubt also that dark visor trained directly on you. “You can’t lie to me.”

Eyebrow raising, you turned your head slightly. Enough that more silver glinted in your eyes but not brave enough to face him. Unsure of yourself, your voice dragged out the words in hesitation. “Okay..”

Flickering up to the rest of the room, no one appeared to be around at least. “I’m going to ask you something, and you can’t lie to me about it.” Something uncomfortable itched in your throat, clinging to your oesophagus after swallowing. A single nod was enough. “Why are you blaming yourself?”

Now that got you to move, head whipping to fully look at him but he still sat casual. Visor trained on you unmoving but closer then you wanted. Din knew whatever was about to come out of your mouth was a lie and beat you to the punch. “What did I just say?”

Your eyes widened a bit, a flash of shame filling the void only to refuse his gaze. Looking back at your twisting fingers once more. The shame spilt from your eyes back down into the rest of your body, feeling heavier then ever. Shrugging one shoulder, your voice was quiet and rusty from silence. “I didn’t do anything back there. I’m an omega, I’m supposed to protect him like a real omega would protect her child and I did nothing. I’m still doing that.”

Din sighed deeply beside you, his hand hovered over your back, but pulled away at how rigid you sat and he wasn’t even sure by now if you knew you were pushing his alpha away. You let him in so much and now it felt worse then when you two had first met. “Mesh’la-”

Were he a beta, you might have yelled at him honestly. But the raise of your tone barley tipped past upset. “Where do I even fit in with this plan, Mando?” If you could look into his mind in that second, you would have seen a burst of bright colours and need for you at the sheer fact of how easily you switched. You two were alone and you knew he wanted you to use his real name, but you’d never even consider breaching that trust on a ship of other people. Not even in this room alone.

But you couldn’t see into his mind, just the things you didn’t do. “Fennec, Cara, Fett, hell even Mayfield is more useful than I am. I can’t fight, I can barley shoot a blaster. I couldn’t even protect the one thing we both swore to protect. I’m just a liability.”

Din wanted to pull you into his chest, keep your back against him until you relaxed and remembered how much you fit together. How were as much a part of his clan as Grogu is, and his alpha was angry that he couldn’t do more than that. But you were shoving all of it out. Keeping your omega locked away and were you on the Crest he’d be tempted to go searching to make sure you didn’t hide any blockers.

But it wasn’t that, which means you pushed him out but still felt all the pain. You weren’t numb and Din’s hands flexed in tension at the thought that you might be distressed enough to go back. He hated them, but he hated seeing you like this too.

“If I didn’t think you were a liability before, I’m not going to start thinking it now after everything you’ve learned.” He kept pushing, even if you turned his alpha away that didn’t mean Din didn’t have his words to get through to you. “You alone aren’t the difference between our clan being together and ships of storm troopers outnumbering four of us. They were going to take him no matter what and if that’s on you it’s double on me.”

Mouth slightly open with your teeth gritted you didn’t have the energy to just let the words slip off your tongue. You should ream him out for even suggesting he’s to blame at all. But he had other ideas it seemed. “Besides, not sure I’d call two perfect shots, one a killing shot, not being able to fire a blaster.”

Alright maybe you could admit you cracked half a tiny smirk. Over your shoulder his warmth inched a bit closer, not enough to feel pressure but were your sleeves bare, you’d feel the cool press of his beskar. “Still doesn’t mean I have anything to offer here. Between Mandalorians, mercenaries, whatever Cara’s up to these days, I’d just get in the way.” Back straightening as you breathed deeply your hands dropped down into your lap. “We’re all here to recuse Grogu, I just can’t see myself having any way of helping that.”

The air between you both was quiet for a moment, leaving your mind just stagnant enough to jump at the gentle press of Din’s hand on your lower back. Just his fingertips as they tapped their way up your spine. Din reached your shoulder blades with hesitation before moving down again. Pattern repeating.

“I didn’t ask you to come with me that night because I thought you’d be useful.” Your heart jumped but was caught in his gloved hands. “I wanted you to leave Navarro with me, because I just wanted you with me, with us in general. I just wanted you around and you being useful was just a bonus.”

Your eyes flickered to a meaningless spot on the floor when shivers spun under your skin with a silent stuttered gasp. Din’s hand finally breached your shoulder blades before his large hand smoothed up and firmly held the back of your neck. Not squeezing, not guiding, not anything. Just keeping it there as you're presentation screamed at you to do whatever he wanted.

He used his grip to guide you to look up at him properly. Sometimes making you wonder if you should wish you could see his face, knowing he had features under his visor that you could feel calling to your heart. But you never did. His helmet was apart of him, like never seeing his face was accepted even if he gave you everything else. Din got to look as much as he wanted at you, and oh did he ever take advantage of the fact that you wouldn’t be able to tell he was staring.

His touch was a cheat. A shortcut to slashing through the put up walls and gently graze over your heart like a bond. For the moment, you think you were okay with that. “Better hope you’re right. Going to take a lot of odd jobs to afford a new Razor Crest.”

Just one more bit to add to Din’s collection of evidence. Didn’t even question what kind of ship he’d consider looking into. You never judged the Crest either, it was home to you as much as it was to him and Grogu. Din’s thumb started stroking over the back of your neck gently, not thinking about it. “It’s fine. I can always guilt Peli into finding me one for cheap.”

You smiled at that, head dropping back into the wall without sacrificing his touch. “Likely. You’re good at that.” It was easy to feel Din raising his eyebrows at you. “At getting people to do things for you. In a good way, I mean.”

Steps suddenly descended the room, but Din didn’t bother pulling away as quickly as you tried to jump back. Only turning to see the approaching Fett did he stand up, offering the same hand to you. “We all set?”

Fett nodded, his own helmet’s modulator warbling his own voice made you wonder if Din’s sounded as smooth if you heard him totally bare. “Dune’s heading out now. Shouldn’t take her long, droid security systems aren’t exactly top notch.”

Din turned to you, “Head out there first, he probably won’t recognize you from far away.”

Fett’s head tilted in question slightly, his gaze turning to you as you explained. “Last time he saw Mando might have left an impression.” Which was putting it lightly. The cockiness of Mayfield’s attitude last time was almost as unbearable as Xi’an herself, but if he was your best shot then at least dragging him over before he spots Din lessens the chance he runs.

Heading out, you weren’t quite aware of it nor did you think twice about the small encounter but something deep was brewing in Din’s alpha instincts. Fett had gestured for you to head out first, but you had stopped to look at him for a moment.

A genuine look on your face as your eyes glanced innocently over his armour. “Something on your mind?” His voice almost in a bit of mocking, but you either didn’t notice or ignored him because you never bothered to wait for his response once you spoke.

“Sorry, no just,” Your chin jutted out to the armour before making eye contact once more. “It looks good like this. Your armour.” You had no clue of the thoughts flying in Dins mind trying to recall how you reacted to his new armour that day. If you were just as impressed, or in what Din knew was a very alpha presenting possessive feeling, hoping your omega was more then impressed.

Fett watched you for a moment, “Thank you.” Hard to tell, knowing the man for so little time but you wondered if the tone he sounded like was surprise. Like he didn’t get innocent compliments on things like his armour that way.

Joining Fennec you finally formed a little smirk with a shrug. “No insult to the Marshal, but it looks far better on you then it did on Vanth.” He chuckled deep beside you as you three walked out. The camp tossed with junk and scrap but you could only figure at least it had open sky and air unlike what you knew their cells looked like.

“Beskar belongs to Mandalorians for a reason, we simply wear it better.” That got a chuckle from both you and Fennec. The three of you now watching Dune approach with the man himself. You were not to say you were intimidating in the slightest, but it did feel far better on the other side of a threat then when he had been near you last.

It felt even better when for a brief second, Mayfield saw you beside a Mandalorian and almost flinched back, but relax. Laughing off the mistaken identity to only pale at the sight of tall silver walking down the ramp.

You had to give it to Mayfield, he cooperated pretty easily and without being as insufferable as he was the last time around. He and Din had little to nothing to say to each other initially, both of them too on the air of stubborn for pleasantries.

The two of you had shared more then one uncomfortable stare downs, first of which occurred when explaining the problem. Cara gestured over to where you and Din stood together, “They have their kid.”

You were completely unsure if the wave of tingling warmth, flooding your throat with some overwhelming emotion you couldn’t place was you or not. Objectively, it was from both of you, hearing someone so casually refer to Grogu as both of yours, and Mayfield’s instant response like he didn’t have to take a minute to figure out who. “The little green guy?”

For a second he caught your eye considering there was little chance he would attempt that with a black visor, he defaulted to you. Only you were far less unsure of yourself. Arms crossed over your chest wit eyes wide and sharp gauging how much you trusted him.

You could remember clear as day, the condescending tone of his voice calling Grogu a pet and the quick second he pretended to drop the baby to the ground. All to just get a rise out of Mando. He held more genuinity this time but it was a task to determine if it was real or just because this was better then labour.

Possibly getting your answer as you all landed down on Morak, sneaking an overhead look of the Imps mining hub. He kept peeking over at you and it just snapped at your already increasing anxiety. “What, Mayfield?”

Almost taken back at your tone, his head flinched back and shook like nothing was wrong. “Just, you know, you seem different then last time.”

A push at something inside you, not the time. How you felt wasn’t important you wanted Din to focus on any and everything but you. “Maybe because I’m not working with a bunch of backstabbing scugholes.”

Din’s head turned just the slightest from his place just ahead of you, not enough to make any kind of eye contact but yours flickered up to him just enough that both of your chests fluttered in reach. His old crew wasn’t kind to you and standing up for yourself was far more of a new thing. A new thing build off the confidence he’s guided you too.

Also, possibly having a blaster at your side might be a contributing factor.

Kneeling on one of the rocks, you couldn’t shake off the inevitable that Din was going to tell you that you weren’t going in with him. Someone had to scan themselves into an ISB terminal and having your face both in and around Imps and showing up in a New Republic register likely was low on the list of things Din wanted to put you into.

“We don't have time. Fennec will go.” Just as you predicted, last time you had no choice but to be left alone with his crew and yet now that the backup was people he trusted? After already opening up about your insecurities, he still was going to side line you.

“No, I'm wanted by the ISB. I'll trip the alarm, too.”

“Fett?”

“Let’s just say they might recognize my face.”

Oh isn’t he the comedian all the sudden. You turned around to look up at Din and for the first time you felt truly compelled to obey some silent order. Your omega bound by duty turning back in silence as they discussed behind you. You’re not even sure what they said, you couldn’t move past it.

Din just used his presentation to compel you to obey his alpha. He knew you were ready to turn to him and volunteer, your reputation clean and unknown but he denied you of your own kind. You don’t think he’s ever done it before, not to you at least.

You stood behind, looking at Din going back and forth quietly with Mayfield unable to move. You weren’t just accidentally useless right now, he didn’t want you to make yourself of use here, but maybe, it had to be him. Grogu is his, his son, and regardless if you were here or not, Din would do all of it and more to recuse his own.

It was hard to figure out, neither of you had time to speak before they both had to leave. It was now or never to get those coordinates, but now it left you with the company behind. Your mind spinning with the same thoughts and more as your trek back to the ship was silent.

Fennec and Cara it seemed found endless things to talk about, two very different kinds of ideology with one on the side of the law and the other working outside it’s boundaries. Fennec was happy to sling as much back at the woman as Cara gave her grief for.

You hadn’t even considered how lost you looked until just outside the ramp of his ship did Fett stop to seriously consider you. His built entirely different then Din’s yet it stood just as tall and imposing as your own Mandalorian.

Something about his gaze unnerved you though, like he saw right through you without needing to dig his way into your mind first. You tried nodding and moving past him, but he had other ideas. “It’s been a long time since I’ve met an omega.”

Feet stopping in place as did, for a second, your heart. Skipping a beat and your mouth ran dry you turned your head just enough to show you were listening.

Fett was much closer now, his presence behind you felt overwhelmingly powerful compared to your own presentation. Something you only had fleeting brushes with, on another. A gloved hand trailed over the back of your neck and fluttered down to the faintest mark on your jaw.

Something no one else saw anymore but two others. Chills brushed down your spine as he traced over the remnants. “How about we talk in private? I have more than a few questions about an omega trying to hide a slave brand on her own neck.”

Fett nudged you forward with a hand on your lower back. It felt different then when Din did it. It wasn’t fear or worry that you felt beside him, but something about such a familiar touch only tore at your omega’s heart. An open wound which wanted to be healed from by the same touch that so soothingly grasped the back of your neck just hours before.

Watching him was almost fascinating. Din’s covert was much like him. Abided by the same creed and beliefs but firm in their extremism. Never occurring to you that it may stand out to others negatively until you met others who disagreed. On one end there was Din people and on the other there were those like Bo Katan who you couldn’t say left a good taste in your mouth.

Boba Fett was an odd one though. You knew of him by name as a bounty hunter but little else until days ago. Already striking you as different. Bo Katan and her crew only wore their helmets in use of battle and little else, but while Fett had taken it off a few times in the confines of his own ship you still had seen him wear it more often then not.

Leaned up against a wall, you crossed your arms around your stomach as he fussed with some controls to the side. “Were you born into it?” Your brows narrowed in question as he pointed to your neck, moving quickly you covered it with your hand instinctively. “The mark. You’ve done a good job at hiding it but I’ve been around the galaxy more then enough time to recognize that kind of brand.”

Your heart going just a tad bit faster, your hand dropped again to cross your other arm. Shaking your head slightly as a no, a faint hum passed just loud enough through his modulator. Luckily enough he seemed fine with running what felt like this interrogation.

“I assume Mando knows.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyways. Fett still wasn’t looking right at you. Still occupying himself at the console. “He the one who freed you from it?”

Head shook no, but somewhere in the back of your throat you found a voice. “No it was- he met me just after. I was working for the man who did when we met.”

Deep chuckling filled the space between you as he finally turned to face you. “Mandalorians aren’t known for showing mercy to those who harm their omegas.”

Flickering over to the empty room, it gave no distraction. “I’m not-”

“You’re from Werda aren’t you?” You wanted Din here. Coaxing what he wanted to know quietly and gently whereas Fett is blunt and to the point with no chance to breathe in between. “You’re also part of his clan. I wager a man like him would leave a substantial trail of bodies to get you out of that world.”

What did- your hands dropped to your thighs, running your palms flat up and down their sides before creeping back up to cross once more. “He didn’t- it wasn’t like that. Isn’t like that.”

This must how Din’s bounties feel. That cold penetrative stare as you run down your ever failing list of escape options. Once again, he jumped around to an earlier question almost knocking you off finding your balance. “You don’t behave like someone from Werda.” Your eyes narrowed at him but he waved his arm to gesture to your blaster and the ship you stood in.

Slow steps pacing around the room as he spoke. “You run with a bounty hunter, you use a blaster, and you travel galaxies and star systems with the knowledge of how to fly and fix them.” A thud hit the inside of your head at the idea of Din telling him you knew how to fly a ship. Correction, you knew how to fly the Razor Crest and only in emergency situations. Not quite the skills of a pilot. But Fett continued.

“Little is known of what’s left on Werda, but I can say one thing. Your people are paranoid, isolated and violently opposed to technology thinking that could ever protect an omega alone. But here you are, on the other side of the galaxy searching for a foundling with two alphas who also happen to be Mandalorians.”

His stare was blank and despite being a few feet from you, stood still and unmoving. “I-” Head dropping your eyes shut briefly as you sighed out. “I was taken as a child, they just showed up one night and..I don’t know, that was that.”

“Who is they.”

Finding the strength to open your eyes, but not the will power to look at him. Eyes fixating on a meaningless glow of a light on the wall opposite to you. “I don’t know. Pirates probably, a few of the elders were taken but they separated us until we got planet side and I got sold off. Maybe one sniffed out an omega and realized I’d be worth a few extra credits. And so did everyone else apparently.”

Whirs of the ship surrounded both of you, plucking at your nails mindlessly you contemplated why it was that every Mandalorian you’d met had such a keen interest in your status as an omega. It didn’t make sense to you. “Why does this matter?”

Fett barley giving you an indicator he heard other then a slight tilt of his head, but you had enough experience from another quiet of his kind to know that was a request you elaborate. “All of you want to know about it. Like, I’m from some barley populated planet that doesn’t care about outsiders. Maker, the only person who even told me anything was my dad but that only because I would ask about our star system. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t even know about Mandalore or alphas, or anything.”

You both stared at one another for an uncomfortable amount of time, and much like Din, with no hint of what was brewing behind the mind in front of you. “People of Werda blame Mandalore for the extinction of our kind. Alphas spread across the galaxy to flee and omegas died without them.”

Crossing the small space between you both, Fett was slow and his voice was uniquely concise. “If you’re home was the last of the omegas, hidden away from the galaxy to protect them from the Mandalorians they see as responsible for a genocide.” Air between you charged with a strange buzz as he found himself now face to face. Leaning just slightly down over you as his large figure took up your senses inside. “Why would they hide on a planet that sits at the very edge of the Mandalore system if it’s people were to blame?”

Unsure if he even expected an answer, approaching footsteps saved the situation. Fennec and a slightly disgruntled Cara approached. Fennec and Fett immediately making way to the other, going over things like picking up where a conversation just left off.

Both of them turned slightly to the side enough to make sure you could follow it properly, but looking over at Cara poked something in your chest. Something that you couldn’t be sure even Din would agree with upon his return. Her eyes narrowed in question at you while you bit the inside of your cheek, arms crossed. “What?”

Deep breath, your shoulders squared as you found the courage to just voice your doubt. “You really just going to send him back like nothing happened?”

Cara, much like most of the people in the group was taller and larger then you. Save for Fennec, but she more then made up for height in impressive skill. Looking up at Cara though, you felt smaller then normal as she already looked annoyed. “He’s a prisoner, it’s where he belongs-”

“But he’s not in prison is he?” It wasn’t just her that was taken back. Fett had turned to look at you with a hidden away expression, whereas Fennec raised an eyebrow that sat above an interested but amused look in her eye. “You lied to get him out.”

Your jaw clenched but you didn’t back away as she took a step too much into your space. “I broke the law to help Mando, and you, to find your kid. Something I thought you’d be grateful for. And when he and Mando gets back, he’s going right back where he belongs, maybe a few extra privileges for doing what he’s told.”

“But he didn’t just do what he was told.” The last memory of Mayfield was someone who had nothing good to provide but threats and disrespect even towards someone he used to work with. But there remained something inside your chest that wondered how much punishment is worthy of the crime. A funny thing to wonder for someone who travels with a bounty hunter.

Cara opened her mouth to speak, but closed it. Matching your stance and crossing her arms she waited for you to get it all out. “Look, he didn’t have to help. He very well could have just turned the other way and serve out his sentence. But he didn’t. Before he couldn’t care less about Grogu but for whatever reason, he looked like he actually cared in some way.”

You could see a tick in her jaw, “What are you asking me?” When you didn’t answer right away, she got louder. “I have a duty to uphold the law now and you think, what? I should just let a criminal walk?”

She could get loud, but you didn’t knowing she’d hear you either way. “Weren’t you considered the criminal five years ago?” A growing tension in the air couldn’t be broken, and neither of the other two intervened.

Cara’s eyes were darker, much angrier that made your heart speed much faster. “I think maybe you’re letting your omega make decisions for you a little too much.”

Strikes at your heart, bravery and confrontation weren’t the life you chose, even with Din. “And I think maybe risking his own life just to help two people he has full right to hate should mean something.”

It was hard to pin down where this came from, but you were stuck at the genuine look on his face at being told Grogu was taken by the Imps. The glance he gave you and Din and a surprise in his voice that felt different.

Mayfield was still the same arrogant man, but he didn’t direct it to either of you this time around even though anyone else on that crew would have, tenfold. Getting Din to those coordinates isn’t a nothing job. Cara might not see it that way, but you did, and you hoped you knew Din in your heart enough to think he would agree.

The pair had trouble getting out though, interrupting your strange defence in an escape going wrong vert quick. Both women in place, and you finding yourself in a copilots seat of Fett’s ship as Din and Mayfield needed out fast as possible.

It wouldn’t occur to you personally that Fett had given orders to you that you didn’t even think about being able to do. His control console was very different, but functioned not unlike the Razor Crest in many ways. An old ship that was made for fire power and bulk that you, in emergency, seemed to grasp the basics of. Which wasn’t exactly the first time.

It was after Sorgan. The three of you found yourself being tracked by someone looking for Grogu and it like now, escalated quickly. You sat in the copilots seat, and despite their shots blasting the ship and the panic racing in your heart and throat? You just seemed to know what Din was doing, and what on the controls did what. He had begun not long after that, teaching you more of how the Crest worked directly.

Later Fett would mention it to him, and there was little mistaking the raging pride in Din’s chest at the comment. Pride that fought against the grumpy annoyance he also felt at how quick Fett was to point it out. Din grappled enough with how he wanted to treat you versus the possessive alpha within him towards you. He didn’t need another alpha pointing it out.

Seeing Din in their uniform felt uncomfortable, but something else was charged in the air. None of the irritated or combative words between he and Mayfield existed once they both got back. Just a quiet Mayfield giving a silent nod to him, and Din back as they both separated to get the hell out of Imperial armour.

Whatever that difference was, Din wanted to keep you inside of it. Calling you to him despite the very privacy being provided. In a silent room, you turned away completely without question. Listening to the slow sounds of Din tossing one aside to put on his proper helmet before saying your name.

The deep soothing nature of his voice flooding you with a reassured warmth once more. Turning he was just in his flight suit and helmet, slowly putting on some of his beskar already as he tilted his head up to look at you. “Want to give me a hand?”

The speed in which you perked up should have been embarrassing. You nodded yes and very delicately knelt down to start from the bottom up for him. For someone who was usually quiet, Din was now naturally so. Muscles tense and stiff each time you gently grasped at him to secure part of his armour in place with slow careful movements.

Gently grabbing his chest plate, you looked up at him from your knelt position. A push through your walls gently brushed against your omega that flooded you. Yearning to treat him with care and do this just for him. Slowly standing up, Din’s hand hovered over your waist. Gloved hand flexing as he then dropped it back down with a sigh so deep it seeped through the modulator.

Your head looked up to him, wide eyes and worried in your veins at what happened. He had gotten Moff Gideon's coordinates, but something else entirely was eating at him. You swallowed hard, trying to keep down the urge to ask what he wasn’t ready to tell. Both your hands holding his chest plate you raised an eyebrow.

Din nodded once and watched once more in silence as you treated his armour with the same care only he or the armourer had given it. He kept quiet as he let you finish. Your eyes sharp and focused to make sure it was all in place and properly set. Thumbs running over his shoulders you smiled lightly at him.

His fingers reaching out to finally hold your waist, you couldn’t even dream of hiding how much your heart jumped. Glancing up you didn’t feel quite as brave to return his touch. Question on your tongue, Din beat you to your words.

“He’s seen my face.” Mouth dropping slightly, you felt cold all of the sudden. “The only way to get the coordinates was to remove my helmet and Mayfield saw. Along with everyone else in that room.”

What could you possibly say, this wasn’t your world but it was his. Something that meant so deeply to him and that’s how it happened? You reached out, hands pressing against the chest plate you just put on him, with Din’s other hand resting on your hip as you stepped an inch forward. You wanted to reach up, stroke the side of his helmet like it was him underneath, but no. Why dare touching it for any need now of all times. “Your-”

This sigh was lighter, but still audible in your closeness. “There wasn’t anything I could do without risking losing everything.” His voice weaker, “I was just sitting there,” Din’s voice broke in away you never heard.

A crack that wavered and his hands on you tightened. Heart breaking you didn’t even try to stop this time. Your hand sliding up his chest, gently tracing the cowl on his neck before your fingertips reaching up onto his helmet. He didn’t tense though, not with you, not at your touch. Standing more on your toes, you finally curved around as if to rake your hand through his hair and pulled him down.

His hands impossibly tight as the coolness of his beskar rested against your forehead. You think he said something in Mando’a, but it was so under his breath you likely only heard it due to how close you were to him. “Din,”

Oh the way his heart reached out and wrapped around yours at the sound of his name on your lips. Like a lifeline that he still refused to let slip away. “Can you tell me what happened?” Moments ticked by while he collected whatever stormed inside of him all as his alpha held you to him both in your heart and by his touch.

Nodding, he quietly talked you through it. The conversation with Mayfield, standing in front of the terminal with Grogu’s life in his hands and the terror that overtook him at the prospect of losing him overriding the fear of someone seeing his face. “It shouldn’t be about me, if Gideon gets away I’d never be able to find him, I’d never see him again. It was the only thing I could do.”

Not once did he let you leave him, going as much as to pull you closer when your body wavered back unconsciously. He never let go of you, and you kept his forehead against yours. The other hand still resting halfway on his chest plate, the other toying with the material underneath. “Mayfield’s why they went on alert.”

No doubt Din could see your face twist in confusion. “He,” A sigh left him while the sensation of pulling grazed your waist. “He shot the officer, which started a firefight in the whole room until it was just the two of us left.” Your shirt pulled up the perfect space for Din’s hand to slip underneath. His grip much tighter now that he could hold the plush skin he found. “Everyone who saw me.”

Questions danced, but were kept behind the fence. Let Din get there in his own way. Telling you how he gave back the helmet he had removed, eyes kept off of him until it was back in place. Mayfield trying to assure him that he never saw his face.

His thumb rubbed back and forth over you. “It doesn’t work that way, but..he didn’t have to do any of that.” Hand on your hip curled to your back to pull you into his chest more. Making your hand slide elsewhere, cupping where the skin of his neck would be were it not hidden away. “Could have let us walk out quietly, but he didn’t. Everyone in the room who saw me, except for him.”

“But he tried to respect your creed the only way he knew.” Your whispers hit his visor but your eyes slipped shut. Allowing his touch to overtake you, leaning fully into him as there wasn’t a restrained distance anymore. Just a warm comfort of the others arms.

More quiet passed between you until he spoke once more. “I’m sorry.”

Your brows narrowed and tried pulling away, his beskar leaving your forehead but his hands refusing with much more pressure to keep you pressed to him. “For what?”

“For all of it. First we lose Grogu then I don’t even let you try to help.” Vaugley you could feel his other hand also slipping under the bottom of your shirt. “I removed my helmet, and the person who lived to remember it wasn’t Grogu or even you.”

Heart swirling in your chest, you looked at the darkness behind his visor with emotions akin of anger without fully committing to such an intensity. “Okay first of all, please don’t apologize to me for Mayfield being the one to see your face and not me. That is not why I’m here Din.”

Both of your hands cupped the sides of his helmet where his cheeks would be. “This is as much you as whats underneath. Sure sometimes in the dead of night I’m curious, but it’s not who got to see it that matters. It’s that anyone seeing it at all matters to you.”

Your chest compressed tightly, was it your own pain or that of Din’s begging for support before he crumbles under the weight of his greatest fears. “Din, if he told you what might happen why didn’t you just let me go for you?”

Suddenly that support transformed itself into something threatening to spark ablaze. “I was not about to let you walk into an Imperial base and have them, or the new republic, know what you look like.” It wasn’t just that though, both of you knew so much more sat behind his reasoning.

“And it needed to be me. Grogu- he’s done enough for me. So if that’s what needed to be sacrificed to rescue him, fine.” One of his hands lifted up, making your hands drop down to his waist as he cupped your cheek the way you mimicked for his sake. “Putting you in danger so we can save him isn’t right, Cyra’ika. Being a Mandalorian isn’t just about identity. Grogu’s my foundling, and we put foundlings above all else.”

Each time to tried to give him space, he rejected it. Keeping you against him as his thumb ran over your cheek, down to your chin and tracing over the fainted mark that had earlier been the source of your interrogation. “So what happens now. With your creed? There’s a way to fix it right?”

From what you understood of his people, the creed wasn’t just a word or bond it was their belief, their livelihood. As much of a religion as their culture was. “There are. Mandalorians are stronger together, but I’ll need to be honest. At some point, she’ll ask, and I’ll have to answer to it.”

She being The Armourer. “But there is a way to prevent you from being kicked out?”

Din nodded as the painful waver begun to settle in his voice., “Yes. But it won’t be easy, Cyra’ika. Do you remember what I told you about Mandalore?” Nodding once, your lungs tightened at what might be to come. “Then you know how dangerous it will be. But not until we get Grogu back.”

Hear reaching out to him, you looked hopeful. “We get him back, and then we do this together. All three of us.” It was Din’s turn to nod at you. Leaning in to your face as if wanting to see past whatever his helmet displayed and look into your eyes.

It felt odd rolling so quietly off your tongue, but the need rushing through your veins spoke of hope that it didn’t sound as stupid to Din. Understanding exactly what he was telling you. “This is the way.”

“This is the way.”

Landing down to pick up Fennec and Cara, you felt somewhat annoyed while seeing the calm understanding between Din and Mayfield. It wasn’t your place to speak on it in front of them, but as the three of you stepped off the ramp it hung in front of your face.

“Well, looks like it’s back to the scrap heap.”

You watched Cara and she watched you back. The offended standoff she felt earlier seemed to have melted down somewhat. You could hear Din thanking Mayfield for helping, but you and her looked at each other the entire duration until he spoke.

“All right, Officer. Take me back.”

Cara managed to tear her eyes away from you, face softer then before as she looked at him. An expression that reminded you of your time on Sorgan. The version of her more carefree and having forgotten the world is harsh enough. “That was some nice shooting back there.”

Standing adjacent to Din, you felt both of your hearts once again wrap around each other. What it meant for both of you in the future could be nothing, but even feet apart in silence? You loved being able to let yourself feel him, and let your omega fantasize of what the warmth of an alpha could be.

“You know, it’s too bad Mayfield didn’t make it out alive back there.”

Eyes set and narrowed, you met a glance from Cara before she turned to Din. “Yeah, too bad.” So maybe it wasn’t just the weakness of an omega wanting to give sympathy. Din may have not agreed before, but he did now, and you know why.

“Looked to me like prisoner number three-four-six-six-seven died in the refinery explosion on Morak.”

Biting you cheek, you could have laughed at the confused look on the mans face that switched almost instantly to a shocked glee. “Does that mean I can go? ‘Cause I will.” Between the pair of them, he got the message you hoped Cara had previously gotten.

“Alright..okay.” Mayfield moving to leave, looked at you first.

Perhaps it was the thankful shine behind your eyes that said something or maybe, he just understood it was different this time. He had done enough, and you too, were eternally thankful. Mayfield could be a condescending loud mouth, but maybe something inside his soul had humbled.

Neither of you three felt like a goodbye was in order, but left with a respect which wouldn’t be forgotten.

Once again on your own, the next question was where and what to do next. Jumping right to Moff Gideon could be a mistake as you were now. It could be done, but just maybe there was another kind of help that would benefit from taking over his light cruiser.

It wasn’t going to be easy though. Not for you, not for anyone. She was a Mandalorian, she knew Moff Gideon and had reason to go after him. But if Mayfield had become a strange sort of ally to your group, Bo Katan was far more an adversarial participant. You didn’t like her and neither did Din.

The first words that came out of her mouth was to call Din’s people a cult, act like they were the crazy ones for how they followed the way of the Mandalore. On top of that, all you and Din had asked of her is to help them find a Jedi. Give you a name or a path and go your separate ways. But she didn’t even have that much honour.

Forcing Din into helping their own cause, changing the terms of the deal on a whim and having no respect for how little honour she showed him. You also didn’t like the way she looked at you.

“You’re an omega,” she had made to step towards you only to have your body pulled more behind Din as he leaned threateningly over her. He had no patience for her at that point and kept asking questions no matter how often you both turned it down.

“Where did you come from” or “Who was your family?” As if she knew anything or cared about it. The asking made you uncomfortable in a way not even Fett’s later vague ones made you, but they just angered Din.

One point telling her, “She’s not part of the deal, got it? No more questions.”

The look the woman had given you was smug, and it turned every part of your omega onto a skin crawling alert. Like she knew something you didn’t, but unlike what that felt like with The Armourer, Bo Katan had joy in your unknowing.

It was only the three of you who sought her out. Din, Fett and yourself tracking her down to some planet where she sat in a cantina with the other Mandalorian you met back then. Koska. She didn’t ring an alarm in your head the way her leader had, but there was some level of animosity that bloomed from the existing one above her.

Her sitting there, both of them without their helmets as you walked beside two others who kept theirs on. Even though Fett didn’t seem to adhere to the same code of Mandalorians that Din does, he wore his more often then he didn’t even now.

Bo Katan bragged that her armour had been in her family for generations, stating her name and clan like it should mean the reverence she expected. You heard no such bragging from either men you travelled with now. Too much spun in your mind to make way of what you even had been trying to tell yourself but it sat uncomfortably in your stomach.

She didn’t start well either. Managing to only tell her they need her help and she already looked smug dismissive. Pretending she yielded such a higher then you demeanour that you suspected she demanded from the likes of Koska and others who followed her. “Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters. Some of us serve a higher purpose.”

You felt Din’s alpha reaching for you, trying to put out what flame erupted no doubt the moment the woman came into sight. He spoke before you had the chance to lose patience with her. “They took the child.”

Only for a second did she look sympathetic to his plight. “Who?” Only for it to dash the moment Din told her Moff Gideon. Her face slithered into something darker, twisting her eyes into a hate that ran through her blood as she turned away from you. “You’ll never find him.”

Did Din grab your wrist to stop you from reacting or for himself?

Fett was also, not a fan of her. Leaving his history more vague without leaving out his disdain for her and the kind of superiority he said was pathetic. “We don’t need these two. Let’s get out of here.”

So keen on having the last word, Bo Katan turned in her seat. Disgust all over her face like the sound of his voice triggered something gross and hateful inside. “You are not a Mandalorian.”

You had to give it to the man, he just looked back at her with the tone of a parent lecturing a child of the obvious. “Never said I was.”

Koska was the instigator this time, unlike Bo Katan. Who was perfectly content to sit and talk down to a man who had already done far more to help your plight then her and let someone else defend her. “I didn’t know sidekicks were allowed to talk.”

He turned fully to her this time. His deep chuckle vibrating in your bones as he slowly moved towards Koska rising to her own feet. “Well, if that isn't the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.” Koskas own face narrow and threatening as she stood tall somehow did nothing compared to the calmness in which Fett stood in front of her.

Difficult to say if it was an alpha thing, or just a trait both him and Din just so happened to share. A feeling still had yet to leave you though, this superiority that you hated just as much last time permeated now as you stood here asking them to help you both rescue Grogu. Instead both of the women were content with insults and mid slinging.

Din’s hold on you had his thumb pressing against your pulse with more force. His presentation trying to pull yours with him. Your emotions and senses were becoming harder and harder to contain, and it wasn’t Din alone who was feeling your omega more and more. Your muscles were tense watching the three of them.

In the same instance, Din’s thumb pressed down harder on your pulse, filling you with the same feeling that had been given when he has holding the back of your neck as Fett turned to you slightly. Enough to the side you could find his attention as another similar sense blew into you like a wind, “Easy there, little one.”

Din’s thumb rubbed back and forth over your wrist now, like an obey of calm you were unable to fight between the both of them. Keeping you on two feet once more you looked to Bo Katan, already watching you. Finding the strength to respond to her own dismissal seconds before. “We already have. We have his coordinates.”

She didn’t care about Grogu, she perked up at only that. “You can bring me to Moff Gideon?”

Let him speak for you this time. Din was calmer in situations like this. No one’s life was at stake in this very moment, so his voice of negotiation could pander to the subject cleaner. “The Moff has a light cruiser. It could be helpful in your effort to reclaim Mandalore.”

Your mouth upturned in a slight smirk the same instance Fett turned to him in question. “You got to be kidding me. The Empire turned that planet to glass.”

And just like that, the goodwill being worked up to was dashed at Fett simply speaking or existing in front of her it seemed. “You are a disgrace to your armour.”

His voice was much more threatening, Bo Katan having struck a cord which held no shame of being exploited. “This armour belonged to my father.”

“Don’t you mean your donor?” If her voice was disgusted, then her face was moreso. Not having the knowledge these people all did, certain dots didn’t connect on details right away but there was a hate in her soul that sat heavy inside your chest. “You are a clone, I’ve heard your voice thousands of times.”

Fett stayed calm, but just like Din was more threatening the more low and still he spoke. “Mine might be the last one you hear.”

The fight that broke out was in Bo Katan’s name it seemed. Koska attacked not her. Brief seconds did she have the upper hand only to be taken away. Months with Din beside you made you anything but a fool. Fett was holding back, and you had already seen the man himself in action to show this hardly even quantified as trying.

Din pulled you into him with a yank. Turning his body to face the two as his hand held you halfway behind him with a tight grip. It didn’t last long as the mighty leader came to her senses. “Enough, both of you. If we had shown half that spine to the Empire we would've never lost our planet.”

However, you found Din unwilling to move you out from his protection. You turned with him as she finally took a stance. “We will help you. In exchange, we will keep that ship to retake Mandalore. If you should manage to finish your quest, I would have you reconsider joining our efforts. Mandalorians have been in exile from our home world for far too long.”

“Fair enough.”

Not done yet, she had even more of a request which didn’t just mean nothing to you, but do Din this time as well. “One more thing,”

If you could only have one word to describe what swam in her eyes, it would be greed. The virtue of altruism fading away for the facade that it was and wanting only for herself. “Gideon has a weapon that once belonged to me. It is an ancient weapon that can cut through anything, almost anything. It cannot cut through pure beskar. I will kill the Moff and retake what is rightfully mine. With the Darksaber restored to me, Mandalore will finally be within reach.”

As if thoughts could be shared between two people, both you and Din felt within the other that essentially none of that made any sense to you, nor did either of you are. Her problems weren’t shared with the two of you. “Help me rescue the Child and you can have whatever you want. He is my only priority.”

The first time you ever shot anyone was for Din. Navarro was chaos, guild members and Mandalorians were all over the place and it all was for two people. One of which you had barley even met mind you.

He had shown up with a child. A small thing, only a baby with large green ears and bright black eyes that looked around the streets in awe. You didn’t speak to them at that point, but you knew both saw you.

Rumours that Mando took on a dangerous job that paid handsomely for how lucrative it was, but you had assumed this little creature had been either left behind or found not the target itself. Less so that he initially was to be brought in dead. You finally spoke to Din once he came inside properly.

Dented red now replaced with shining silver that had your breathe caught in your throat. His gaze more then once seemed to find yours as you were filled with a contrast. Something about him always stood out to you, but the intimidating confidence in which he walked in with from the spoils of his talent had your blood rushing and gaze trapped.

Called away for someone and then working your sights right back on him until you knew for sure he was returning it. Swallowing hard your heart sped up as you looked up to him leaning over for a better look at you. Stammering over your words as much as your hands trembled around the glass you held. “Mando, you..” You swallowed again at his unmoving watchful gaze only for a compliment far less planned to slip past your lips. “The armour, it’s beautiful.”

Head tilting to the side, he hesitated clearly not expecting it either. “Thank you.” Without even thinking, he had reached over the bar, fingers grazing the mark on your neck much more red than it was in the present. “Looks like it’s healing well. The bacta help?”

Nodding you felt small in his touch, but not scared or humiliated like so many others wanted to do when so close. “It did. Thank you, I know you didn’t have much at the time. I can-”

His gloved hands still brushing your neck before your pause had him pulling away quickly. You didn’t know if he meant it, but a tad bit of humiliation set in regardless at the speed of his touches retreat. “I can repay you, not uh, not now I mean. Or right now, but I’ll pay you back next time your on world.”

Shaking his head no, he leaned away slightly. “No need, I bought them for you to use.”

Your goodbyes weren’t exceptional or anything, not knowing your talk could have been the last time you spoke in a long time. You called out to him, your eyes looking around either side as if looking for something. But you didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Something felt odd about it, but you didn’t know.

A world on blockers didn’t lend itself to intuition. You had wanted to ask about the child not being there, but you couldn’t figure out why. At that moment, he was happy you didn’t. Because the entire time on Navarro, he wasn’t sure if he made the right choice all the way up until he flew out of the Razor Crests pilot chair and took off to get him.

It was likely your omega who recognized the feeling. The pull of an alpha that resounded stronger as it begged for a bond unable to be provided by just anyone. But you didn’t realize he was an alpha yet, nor were you even aware of your omega begging to be listened to until she broke through the barrier enough to move.

Mando had taken the child back. The child was the bounty and he rescued him, or at least that's how you were looking at it. No one in the guild agreed, not even Karga the man who helped you find freedom. They hunted him, surrounded him and you stood helpless to watch until a sea of Mandalorians in numbers flew into the site. Gave him the time to get to his ship where you, for reasons hard to understand, went after him.

The child cradled in a blanket in his arms, he barley got to the ramp of his ship when someone came up behind him. He turned to the sound of footsteps but found a blaster shooting a hole into the man’s chest. Collapsing onto the ground, the view of you behind leaning against a surface as you looked wide eyed at not what you had done, but them.

He had risked everything to save the child then, and now was no different. The odds were stacked against him on Navarro but he had the numbers on his side from the beginning this time around. What they wanted with Grogu neither of you cared, he went to get him and as long as he was alive that was all that mattered.

Bo Katan stood quite proud of herself at the controls of the light cruiser. The once again smugness all over her very being as she revealed in the riches of something she didn’t gain on her own accord. You currently had been stood with your knees bent back, hands pressed against a bar facing the middle of the room sparing glances with Fennec.

You were better with a blaster then you gave yourself credit for according to her. Giving Din the promise to keep you at her side, but you didn’t hold her back. She was more skilled then you, all of them were but it wasn’t a hindrance. “Your aim was good, you took cover when it wasn’t and you backed us up.” A smirk formed when you both had stood by the doors. “You don’t have to be like me or Mando to be impressive. You’re doing just fine. For an omega.”

Passing by her with a flat expression you lightly nudged her shoulder with yours. Your eye roll held a playfulness as did her chuckle. Quite a life you went from. Trapped by the bonds of the slavers trade to standing beside mercenaries and Mandalorians unafraid of their danger.

You could only stand and wait. Din went to face Gideon alone, it was his quest. When the doors finally opened however, it should have been a time for celebration, but it only kept getting worse in ways neither you or Din knew.

In one arm, much like that day on Navarro, was Grogu. Tucked away in Din’s arms in one with the other holding what looked like a sword, but it buzzed and glowed a black colour menacingly. Holding it out he walked a now cuffed Moff Gideon who looked rather annoyed. An interesting emotion for just being captured.

He must be exhausted, Grogu. You saw him catch your gaze and only a small noise came out of his mouth before a little mumble of noises purred out of him. Stepping over to them as Din moved Gideon into Cara's hold, he pulled the blade back as if it were some strange morphed version of a lightsaber.

Bo Katan had turned to see them come in, only to have her prideful resolve shatter within an instant and now with the smugness transferred over to Moff Gideon now sat out on the steps. “What happened?”

You think Cara said something, but you didn’t even hear it. Your body now on the other side of Grogu you felt Din reaching out to you like before. Your hand grazed Grogu’s ears, rubbing back and forth as a little purr came out. Snuggling more into Din’s hold but his little hand reached out to you.

Grasping your finger as it came close, you stepped further into them and moved your touch to stroke gently over his head. Only it was Moff Gideon’s voice that pulled you back.

“That’s not what she’s talking about.” He looked from Din to Bo Katan, his look towards her less like the genuine one before and now taking a great glee in the sudden stiff and unreadable expression on her face. “Why don’t you kill him now and take it? It’s yours.”

He kept switching attention from Din to Bo Katan, but you had a feeling it had little to do with him and more to do with taunting her. Din asking beside you, “What is?”

“The Darksaber. It belongs to you.”

The weapon she mentioned wanting that Gideon had. You looked up to Din for a moment before he relented whatever this battle of wits was trying to brew. Holding it out to her, “Now it belongs to her.”

She couldn’t even look at him. Her head barley able to look at what he was offering as the Gideon’s enjoyment of whatever suffering this was to her grew. “She can’t take it. It must be won in battle.”

Neither you or Din wanted to play this game of power she kept insisting on then, and he certainly didn’t care now. He had what he came here to do in his arms. “I yield, it’s yours.”

Gideon though, chuckled and the hold between you and Din tightened at your matching and mounting frustrations. “Oh no, it doesn't work that way. The Darksaber doesn't have power. The story does. Without that blade, she's a pretender to the throne.”

Not all of what occurred clued in for a while. But in the quiet silence of the night days later did the pieces move into their spots. The Darksaber signified who held the power to rule Mandalore, but it could only be truly won in battle.

Gideon had it, Din fought and defeated him and now its his. Bo Katan wouldn’t just take it, the thing she wanted more than Mandalore itself waved in her face that the trade of owners wasn’t to her. In all likelihood, the man planned it.

Din mentioned he attacked him without provocation. Ensuring Gideon he only wanted the child, and even after letting him do so, still attacked. If he knew Bo Katan was on the ship, what was the chance he knew escaping without being apprehended was impossible? That he’d be captured and that he provoked Din knowing he couldn’t overpower such a fighter ensuring it would go into the hands of anyone but her.

Just another pull of this ongoing game that neither Din or you cared to be involved in.

If you were being honest with yourself in this quiet night, you didn’t want to think or talk about it. What happened next. It was a loss that slammed both you and Din with a painful loneliness despite still having the other.

You and Din left that cruiser that day without a home, without Grogu, and left only a relic of power status that Din neither wanted or cared for. What did happen though, was what led you to right now.

When Grogu had first been taken, you and Din were both aware that you were running out of suppressants and a heat would follow. One that a life on those very suppressants and blockers had never allowed for before.

Emotion however, when strong could kick start an omegas heat in the presence of a trusted or bonded alpha. You and Din never discussed what to do if that were to happen before, it just occurred and Din had to be the one to take the reigns and figure out what to do.

You were travelling with Fett, Fennec and Din when your insides felt like they were twisting. In the back of your mind this had been brewing for days but the more you discussed where you and Din would go the stronger it became until it felt like it was in your throat.

The ship plunging into a fire drenched ocean as you begun to sweat, lungs burned from the hot air that only existed to you. You think somewhere Din called for you, but could barley hear past the overwhelming scent that invaded your senses as he turned attention to you.

Legs failing, you found yourself crouched down to the floor breathing heavier and heavier as the burning started to feel like a need. Begging to never cool down less you perish from such a freezing agony.

“Mesh’la?” You weren’t even aware that you made a sound, but it came out like a mix of a cry and a whimper turned down to almost mute. The scent grew so strong until Din’s broad frame knelt down to your level.

A hand hovered wanting to sooth you, but Fett warned “Gentle, Mando. She’s overwhelmed, even a light touch could set her off more.”

Din nodded once as you looked up to him. Hidden behind beskar, you felt just as soothed as anyone would seeing his face. Finally he reached out taking your chin into his gloved hand as you shook in his touch. His hand burning hotter, but now it was craved.

Like his touch wasn’t anywhere close to enough, your omega begging you for more but unable to lose control through you. Breathing scattered, you tried looking him in the eye as he spoke. “Mesh’la I need you to tell me what you need.”

You shook your head as much as you could in his hold, trying to say you didn’t know but he was clear with you. “Fett will take us somewhere safe, but I need you to tell me if you want my help.” You looked as confused as you felt. “I’ll watch over you, make sure you’re okay and let you ride this on your own if that’s what you decide, but if you want me to help you I need you to tell me-”

“Yes, please. Please help, please don’t go-” You think you started babbling because a rush of command flew through you enough to catch your words mid sound.

“Omega. Look at me.” The hand on your chin slid up to brush this thumb over your cheek. “Say it clearly for me. If you want me to take care of you, omega you need to say it.”

It felt like a marathon trying to catch your breath enough, but you nodded. Looking at him, and a shaky hand gently holding onto the wrist near your face. “I want you with me.”

Din said something in the back of his throat you couldn’t catch. Either because the need in your head grew too loud or it was in Mando’a but he twisted his upper half to speak to Fett. At that point Fennec offered to handle the piloting.

Telling Fett that you might feel more comfortable with less alphas around her, and to her own amusement, claiming that maybe a female alpha was too much for her first heat.

Fett approached Din, who now was just keeping a hand on you, stroking your cheek or the back of your hair with gentle words. His own amusement on his face, knowing the man could read it through both of their helmets. “Not too late to take up my offer.”

Din grunted at him, and Fett chuckled deeply. Two low toned sounds that reverberated through your veins down into your core and had you clenching your thighs so much you could feel the tension in your stomach muscles. Fett didn’t touch you, but the tone taken was just like Dins.

Quiet and low, echoing the commands of an alpha to keep you calm. “Deep breaths, little one. The first is always the scariest.”

“For her or for me?”

It wasn’t easy for Din either. His alpha calling out to you, watching you first in pain and then in a desperate need that you’d been deprived of for a lifetime and now? Now you trusted him with your well being and it started to burn on his own inside in a different way.

He was more in control though. He’d been through ruts many times over, and now he had you to take care of. His alpha would know what to do, but consciously Din was terrified of doing you harm. “If you were going to hurt her you would have done so already.”

Din’s head turning to him slightly, “I know what I’m like during a rut. She doesn’t.”

“She’s an omega, Mando. Consciously she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into, sure. But her presentation knows what to expect, and she’s going to need it too.”

His touch was a little less frighteningly warm now, but you couldn’t handle having Din leave your side. A little digging would later help you understand that a first heat Omega would sometimes reach out to a specific alpha to take care of them. One with a connection that they trusted with their lives, and it would often send that Alpha into a rut. The specific scent coming off you unknowingly designed for Din specifically, luring him in with it’s sweetness. The main reason why Din was struggling to keep himself under control, whereas Fett could push it down more.

That and neither men were vile animals who used their presentation as excuses.

You actually weren’t sure how aware of everything you were for a while. Whatever the location it was they were headed either was quite close, or you’re sense of time was a bit warped because it felt like you arrived there in minutes.

At some point, Din had gotten you to sit properly on the floor, back leaned up against something as your knees pulled into your chest. “Stay right here for me.” You had no energy to call him back despite the panic of losing his warmth encasing your chest. Your head lulled to the side to watch, Din and Fett standing in front of the other exchanging something in their hands.

Din tucking whatever it was away before shaking hands. Another wave of need flushing your system had your head dropping into your arms draped across your knees. His voice was quiet and soothing as he spoke almost directly into your ear. “Time to stand up, Omega.”

Looking up at him, your heart softened at the same time as your thighs clenched. His broad frame intimidating and alluring but it was as if you could see him beyond the helmet. His soft tone was so easy to imagine the gentle face behind it. Nodding, you tried pushing yourself up with a palm on the ground only to be swept up in Din’s hands.

Keeping you steady and tucked almost in front of him with one of his arms wrapped around and pressing his gloved palm into your front. If you were honest you had no idea what your surroundings looked like as you leaned back into Din entering what looked like a fortified kind of safe house but without any attempt at making it look homey or approachable.

Two main buildings, the smaller of which attached to the side that you later would find out housed a speeder bike. Then just thick grey and black material that had no windows. Apparently it wasn’t uncommon for places like this to be scattered around the galaxy, safe places for your kind. Typically now only used by alpha’s to run out their rut alone but worked perfectly for what you needed.

The insides were mostly rudimentary. A distinct lack of advanced amenities likely to help in keeping it easy to sustain. The light inside was soft and low throughout. Just one big room, and a small room for the refresher tucked away in the corner. Sitting you down on the bed, Din immediately knelt in front of you.

Gently pulling your hair away from your face, sticking to it from sweat. Reaching up, you took hold of his hand and just kept it in yours. Your small hands both barley able to fully encompass one of his own, but the quiet closeness now buzzed pleasurably in your veins with less panic.

Letting you keep one in your lap, he once again used the other to cup the side of your neck, tilting you to properly look at him. “If at any point you don’t want my help anymore, just tell me.” Shaking your head no, Din tightened his hold on you. “No, mesh’la look at me. Promise me you’ll say something if you change your mind.”

You think you nodded slightly yes, but you pouted looking up at him. His voice was far more tense then before, and his body stiff. No doubt being totally alone was cracking his gentle resolve. “Your rut-”

Trailing his thumb down, he brushed it over your bottom lip knowing you were unaware of how much he was staring at it. “This isn’t my first rut, but it’s your first heat. Doesn’t matter how far along we are, I’ll still be in control understand?”

Your eyes narrowed but you nodded. “I understand, alpha.” The gloves prevented you from really feeling the shiver travelling through his bones.

“There's one more thing. I can keep it on, but this will be a lot easier for you if I take the helmet off.” An idea clearly wrapping his brain but you had the idea.

Looking over to one of the wall lights, you kept your eyes on them while your hold on his hand grew tighter. “So, we do this...in the dark?”

“No.” The ferocity and volume should have scared you, but all it did was fill you with more need which in turn did the very same to Din. “No, I want- I need to see you. The lights stay on. “

The longer you sat there the warmer you felt, and the more uncomfortable your layers stuck to your skin. “So what do we do?” Your voice was basically a raspy whisper, but Din didn’t reply. Just lifted his hand up your face until his palm covered your eyes. Mouthing an ‘oh’, your breathing grew heavier at the idea.

“Tell me it’s okay.” You didn’t answer right away, so Din took his hand out of yours and trailed it to dance underneath the edge of your shirt. “Yes or no, omega. You going to let me blind fold you?”

“Yes, yes, anything.” His hand dropped instantly, and pulled away completely. A smug pride filling his chest at how desperately you reached out to him as he stood up.

“First thing’s first. Undress me, omega.”

Slinking off the bed you sat on your knees before him. Taking great care even in your state to slowly and respectfully take off each piece of his armour, setting it aside and moving up. Left only in his flight suit, gloves, and helmet, you let your fingers hover over the bottom of your own shirt. Din however didn’t have the same idea.

Grabbing your hands sitting them either side of his waist. “What did I say?” Moving to trace his hand over your jaw once more he brushed this thumb over your bottom lip only this time pulled it down. Just enough to have you gasp faintly in surprise, letting him slid just the top of this thumb inside your mouth waiting for your answer.

Muffed slightly against the leather you only felt more uncomfortable in how much you had on. “You first, alpha.”

He tilted his head down to you and you felt another shiver at what he wanted you to do. Gently biting down he pulled his hand free of the glove, and impatiently throwing off the other. His hands were just as large with them off.

The sliver of skin you’d seen before looked now just how you remembered, slightly dark almost like a bronze that were rough and calloused from a lifetime of harshness. How they would feel on your own skin consumed you and how much you just wanted him to get to it.

Din yanked the other glove from your mouth and tossed it aside as well. Filling in the space between you, it was his turn to hesitate. Hovering over you, he settled them smoothly on your shoulders as if not ready to feel your touch on his own bare hands in this sensitive of a state.

Heart pounding your fingers unconsciously tightened in your hold of his waist as he finally slid up. His fingertips only brushing the sides of your neck making you both lean closer to the other before finally he cupped both of your cheeks. Pulling you to look up at him, he strokes his thumbs over your skin as he muttered lowly. “I want to see you unobstructed, mesh’la. You going to be good for me while I blindfold you?”

Nodding, you didn’t trust yourself with words. The heat between your legs only would dominate your begging to not take his time with you, but you knew Din would never listen to that here. Sliding your eyes shut your hands slipped away as he moved around you to grab something.

You felt something soft covering your eyes as Din tied it behind your head snug. Maybe he should have asked something to ensure you couldn’t see anything, but he trusted you. You were being good for him, if you could see you’d tell him right away.

Fingers tensing at your side you couldn’t quite tell where he was until the coolness of his beskar gently met your forehead. He whispered something in Mando’a you couldn’t quite pick up before he pulled away. The hiss of his helmet the only sound until the light plunk of it joining the rest.

Inside you felt each other, but without any idea of what Din was doing until you gasped. Feeling hands grab the ends of your shirt as you felt what seemed like facial hair scratch against your cheek. Soft lips brushed your ear and Din’s free voice, so much more smooth and full of bass. “Arms up.”

You think he pulled your chest band off with it, the force of the tug to get them off in one swoop letting them bounce and the cold air making your nipples stand out. Your pants and underwear were next, also pulled down at once but this time he stayed near your bottom half for longer.

His breath warm on your mound and unable to tell that his eyes were dark and greedily staring at how you were so wet he could see it on your thighs and underwear. You whimpered when he didn’t come right back to you, but by the sounds of more fabric he was taking the rest of himself.

You tensed up, his hand on your hip followed by the other gently caressing your neck as he pulled you into him. His nose traced your cheek and your hands instinctively grabbed at his chest. Din let out a restrained moan and if you weren’t aware of his cock between his thighs before, the way it twitched and pressed even more against you did it now.

Running his nose down the length of yours finally you felt what you always thought of what he was this close. You could feel his breath hitting your skin as he was just centimetres from your lips. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Din sounded needy, not like a prideful alpha staking claim, but more the man you know. Desperate to know this isn’t your omega asking for him, but you. Just you and Din. So you nodded. “I’m yours. For how long you want me.”

Din grumbled in his chest before losing his calm will power. Pressing his lips against yours, you were almost thrown back into the bed by the force. His lips were soft but treated you so roughly. Always pushing and pulling, deepening the kiss and refusing to let either of you pull away. Harsh breaths only panting on one another as he allowed regardless if you felt lightheaded in his kiss.

It was as if the fire inside of you found it’s way into the open air and now burned bright between both of your hearts. Your hands ran up and down his chest, feeling out the scars and marks on them. Trying to map in your head which one it was or if you even knew about it. His shoulders were just as broad without the beskar, strong and large leading down to a softer stomach that twitched under your fingertips.

Din’s hands were far more greedy, running up and down your body as he wished and grabbing large handfuls of the softest skin you could give him. One of his hands grabbed your jaw, turning it away pulling your mouth from his. Not wasting time Din immediately pressed his lips to your neck.

Back arching with a gasp, you grabbed his shoulders with your nails digging in at the wet kiss he would cutter you up with only to drag his teeth up and down your neck as his facial hair burned to finish. You wondered if it was just a beard, or perhaps a moustache too but he blindfolded you for a reason.

He wanted you to feel him, not pretend as if you could see him. Trailing your hands up behind his neck and felt such soft thick hair at the ends of it. One slid up, running through what felt like curls but just as you scratched your nails into his scalp, Din bit down hard onto your neck moaning into the imprint he left.

If you could hear the things Din’s alpha was screaming at him, to just sink a little deeper and keep you all to himself for the rest of time. But he couldn’t, nor did his waking mind want too. You trusted him and he refused to take advantage of that. Doing or telling you certain things would only make Din feel as if he’s manipulated you into it.

Your heart raced so much it could have scared you if your need to be taken by him wasn’t the stronger feeling. Din grabbed the other side of your neck, leaving harsh kisses against it as he made his way to your ear. “I said I’d take care of you, mesh’la. Lay out on the bed for me.”

Reaching back you felt the cool sheets just behind your knees, carefully pulling away to kneel back on the bed. You weren’t sure which way was which after climbing up, so you sat obediently, knees tucked under you with your hands in your lap as your chest heaved in need.

The bed to the side of you dipped as Din joined, after a second grabbing your body and turning to make you lay down head relaxed against the pillows. There wasn’t much for two people, after all typically lone alphas would come to places like this but Din grabbed what food was stored. He couldn’t remember the last time you ate, and he wasn’t about to fuck you more than once without food in your system.

One hand held your outer thigh and pushed it just enough to let one of his legs slide up and press against your soaked core. Din’s nostrils flared at how wet you already were, the other hand of his fisting the sheets beside your head just long enough to control himself.

Your hands ran over his back as he ran his nose over your neck. “Din, please. Why won’t you just do it, please?”

A hum vibrated against you as he slid his body down, his hands grasping at your chest and groping with little shame. Kissing down the middle of your breasts he looked up to look at you. Mouth slightly parted and hair already damp with swear as you both ran hot. “Omegas are precious to Mandalorians, and I’m not making your first heat all about me.” His lips found one of your nipples, sucking enough to make it hard and then biting down on it. Your chest just arching into his mouth more before he dragged off.

The saliva between his mouth and your nipple made his cock throb that much harder. “Let me open you up first.” Looking down the string broke as he pushed both your legs wider. “Gonna take a lot more to fit my knot, omega.”

Din could be unpredictable at the best of times, and now was dialed up to eleven. Your legs burned not from the stretch of how far he held them, but from an aching need to either press them together to alleviate the fire inside or from how long he kept you on the edge. You jumped when you felt him press his lips to your mound slowly kissing a path down.

Pleasure clawed at your neck once Din’s lips pressed against your clit. So wet he didn’t even need to do anything to build up, Din sucked and licked at you with more vigour then he did your nipple. As if that was just a warm up. Your hands rose above your head and dug into the pillow as you moaned.

Din however, was not pleased. Pulling away Din hauled himself up your body to grab at one of your hands and sunk it into his hair, and slunk back down to pick up where he left off. The feeling of your nails scratching against his scalp making him groan into your pussy and cock grind into the sheets.

Licking inside you had him realizing just how much he could live there. It didn’t matter that he physically had never done it before, that would require him to trust any kind of physical partner to keep their eyes covered. A trust he only ever found with you. But he had thought and dreamt of you just like this for months. A scene that consumed him at night back on the Razor Crest, your back tucked into his chest he would close his eyes and dream of what this taste could be like.

But his cock throbbed more, and he had to control himself. He wasn’t going to waste this anywhere but deep inside you, not right now. Sitting up more, Din rubbed two fingers against your clit before sliding down inside you. You moaned his name out, and Din groaned at how soaking wet you were that he was met with no resistance.

You think Din was speaking to you in some mix of Basic and Mando’a. Sliding a third finger right inside as well he hissed at how tight you were around him. Not even four would truly prepare you but he couldn’t hold out for so long.

Your orgasm came to you fast, overwhelming your body and heating you up until the flame flashed outward and spread across your every nerve. “Please, fuck, I need you inside, please Din,”

There was no hiding the smirk in dripping in his voice as he kept thrusting his fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing over your clit making you jump with sparks of pleasure. “I am inside you, cyra’ika.”

Your hands flew up, covering your face in a whine as he chuckled. Pulling one back to rest it beside your head wrapping his fingers with yours. “One more, okay? One more than we’ll fuck.”

Despite the filth, he gently leaned down to kiss you. Barley a peck and a brush of his tongue against yours before kissing your nose and cheek. Faster he thrusted them into you despite somehow keeping a slow pace rubbing your clit. The sounds around you were embarrassing you could hear your wetness just in his fingers.

Was this orgasm sooner then the last or longer? All you could feel was Din’s touch and your hand round the back of his neck under the flames of how overstimulated you felt. Just he had felt you clench around his fingers, Din slipped a fourth in just to push you over the edge.

You cried out only to have his lips and tongue keep it all to himself. Letting go of your hand to pull you up into his chest by your lower back as he fucked you through it until you shook around him. Pulling them out was just as cruel as it was necessary.

He didn’t bother to even try and keep you or himself clean, his soaked hand reaching behind your head and gripping your hair just enough to pull you up into his kiss as he sat back. On his knees with you in his lap his cock leaked precum and his own body running far too hot. He needed it, but he also needed you to be okay with it.

Keeping you on his lap your hands roamed the other as he barley let you go. Trying to pull back you weakly called his name, “Can I feel you? Please?” He nodded against you, unsure if his silence was purposeful or not. His large hand took yours and placed it on his chest.

Dragging down until you felt the coarse hair surrounding the base of his cock. You gently tip toed your fingers along the length that already was slick with his own precum but it felt like it kept going. He was long, longer than you you would have thought and your chest started to heave as your breathing and heart raced.

Trying to wrap your hand around it just mocked you, was your hand that small or his cock that thick? It felt warm in your hand, warmer so as his large hand covered yours. Tightening your grip and his own hand covering what you couldn’t reach. “Fuck, Din. Will it-”

“It’ll fit.”

Your body shivered, as your head dropped into his shoulder. He guided your hand up and down, feeling like your hand was just stretched out and it went on forever. Another aspect you didn’t know if it was an alpha trait, or if Din was just designed to drive you out of your mind.

If it were possible for his cock to get harder you think it did so right under your touch. His hand suddenly grasping the back of your neck like before in the ship. Pulling you to so he could see your face and kept his hold there. “Have you done this before, cyra’ika?”

You didn’t know what answer he expected, or if this response was the possessiveness of an alpha but as you shyly nodded your head yes Din practically growled. Pulled your hand off him and turning you in his arms. Pressing your back against his chest. “I- alpha I’m sorry,”

His teeth gritted and breathing heavily through his nostrils as he looked over your shoulder down the length of your body. His mouth next to your ear his voice was rasping and harsh shushing your apology away, “It’s alright, omega. Just means I need to fuck them out of your head for good.”

Moving you around you felt his cock slip between your thighs. Dragging it along your soaked entrance you clung your nails into the arm wrapped about your stomach. “Make me yours. Please,”

Were he not in a rut, Din perhaps would have been more gentle, but in one go he thrusted his cock deep inside of you. Dragged along the sensitive spots inside of you, you leaned back into him with a crying moan. He once again gently shushed you in your ear, keeping you calm if just to not cum inside you right away. His knot would be locked into you for a while and he was not doing that until he’s properly fucked you.

“Fuck, don’t-don’t clench around me like that, sweet girl. You feel so fucking good, give me a minute, okay?” What would you even say otherwise you were at his mercy. Your senses felt like they were underwater and the only thing keeping you alive was Din’s touch.

You didn’t even try not to clench around him, there was no such focus left within you. Your cunt full and stretched so wide around him it made you want to cry. Behind the blindfold it was entirely possible you already were. All you could do was wait for him, let Din pant into your neck and bruise your skin with how tight his grip was.

Muffled against you, Din all but growled. “You’re fucking killing me, sweet girl. Gonna fuck you dumb, bounce this tight cunt on my cock, fill you up until it takes,” You gasped out as he bit down on your neck the same instance he thrusted properly into you.

Barley letting himself get halfway out before you cried out his name like leaving anymore would end you. Your other hand reached the back of his neck as he fucked you. His cock dragging along your walls with little to no room.

His cock so thick it was made to only fill you. The arms round your waist moved to roughly grab one of your breasts, the sensitivity sparking you like electricity as his cock never gave you a second to catch your breathe. Each time he pulled out you gasped for air and it all left once more the second he pushed back in.

Rough, not quick but far faster then he intended for your first heat but you pleaded Din’s name like a prayer and it just made him pound you harder. The slickness between your legs was far more obscene then when it only surrounded his fingers. Each hard thrust had you just soak him even more as his own precum made the mess worse.

You couldn’t see, but Din could. That each time he pulled his cock out he was wet and already stained white and he hadn’t even cum yet. Each time he pushed back in you whined higher and higher and he could feel your entire body straining and tense.

Two hand suddenly took hold of your hips, and just as Din would pull out, he lifted you up, and slammed you down onto his cock as he trusted up. The slap of your thighs against his as well as the soaking wet sound as he fucks into you? No one knows which one of you lost your minds more to such a melody of sounds.

You felt your tits bouncing as Din himself bounced you up and down his thick cock. Your hands both clawing at the other as he left burns from his facial hair along your neck and jaw never settling a place to bite and kiss. “Feel that, mesh’la? How you were made just for me?”

You whined and nodded but he kept going. “My sweet, perfect, tight little omega. Exists just for me to fuck, don’t you? You’d be lost without your alpha here to fill you over and over again.” Your skin slapping together had Din gritting his teeth, once again looking down to watch your tits bounce and his cock slip inside you like nothing.

One of his hands suddenly slapped down against your clit. Jumping in his arms with a cry, he did it again. Each slap he pressed hard into your clit for a moment before repeating the process just one more time and keeping his hand there.

While you had your words stolen from you, Din had nothing but endless things to spit out. You could get him to admit anything with you on his cock if only you knew you held such a power over him. “I feel you, sweet girl. Want to come on my cock this time? Like my good, little omega?”

Nodding furiously you felt the tears push past your blindfold this time and the pleasure mounting inside of you. You were so close, but maybe you never even truly left. The coil inside of you burned white hot and the second you felt Din’s hand move from your clit to your throat it snapped.

Your entire body filling with pleasure and everywhere his hand touch burned so good. You clenched so much around him Din had to pound harder just to fill you to the brim each time. Your limbs felt like they tingled and your lungs tightened to nothing as you came around him still.

But there was something you wanted more then what he already gave you, “Din, cum in me. Please, please, cum in me. I’ll be good, alpha, I promise.”

Maker you wanted this man dead. The hand on your throat tightened as he tilted up and pressed his lips against you. No longer bouncing you on his cock, Din just pounded up into you with no rhythm or mean except rough and fast.

Your kiss was messy, saliva and tongue all mixing together as if needing as much of him inside you as possible. Memories of how often he had stood in the shower, palm against the tile and hand on his cock stroking rough and fast just like this thinking it was your mouth.

Only now that he had you, painting your throat with his cum was a dream to Din, but a waste to the alpha inside. Instead his tongue brushing inside your mouth had to do, and far too many times in this very room, also inside your pussy he couldn’t get enough taste of.

You moaned in short stutters into his mouth as Din’s orgasm snuck up and slammed him in the face out of nowhere. The burn inside you radiated as he stretched you further, his knot growing to keep himself tucked as deep as he could inside of you and just as a wave of pleasure swarmed you from it?

Din finally tipped over that edge. A hand slamming into your lower pelvis and pushing you back into his hips more as he came inside you. His cum warm and thick as it filled you, making you spark more like a zap. Barley given a chance to come down before he locked inside of you.

You leaned back into him and Din hid his face in your neck moaning loud both your name and babbles of Mando’a. Whatever you expected it wasn’t this but your omega was on cloud nine. His cum never ending it felt, like it spilled in you until you had nothing left but him.

You don’t know at what point he stopped, but your head was in the sky the more your thighs and cunt burned from the stretch. Din never let go of you or loosened his grip the entire time and you may have cried if he tried otherwise.

It was a while later your position was similar but far more intimate. Now tucked into the sheets, you lay back against Din. Your hand gently following his wrist as he fed you. Grumbling when you tried to convince him to eat more then a quarter of what was there.

His hands roamed you much more gentle. The bruises and marks on you stood out from how rough he was but it was far too noisy in his possessive mind to feel bad quite yet. The sweat coating both your bodies now cooling you just right before it inevitably burned bright once more.

“Din?” He hummed into your hair as answer. “What...what about after this? I mean is this just, only for your ruts?”

Large hands gripped yours. Unable to see the narrow bowed fallen expression that filled him with a hurt. He considered many options, but truly he was a man that didn’t beat around the bush. “I’ve wanted you just like this long before I even thought about my rut or your heats.”

Your chest filled with hope that felt almost childish considering how covered you were in his cum by that point. “So this- you want this more then just for ruts?” Din not that you could see, smiled at you.

Tipping your chin back slightly he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I told you, cyra’ika. Mandalorians treasure their omegas for life. Especially ones like you.”

You both had much more to discuss, but it wouldn’t happen for another two days. Where to go, how to get there, what any plan was until you both agreed seeking the covert was the smartest move. Din knew things that to come out in the open at some point and no matter what the road to atonement ahead looked like it started with his people.

Din knew he had you, but what was too painful to talk about was how much he wished Grogu could be apart of this as well. But for now, there was plenty to get used to with each other in a whole new light.

The man couldn’t help but think that it spoke rather negatively of the palace’s former rulers, with what some of these people thought they could get away with. Boba Fett could admit he knew far less regarding the details of Bib Fortuna’s reign but from appearance it functioned much like the previous but without the influence or hold of substantial power.

The Elomin before him seemed to think they would be able to sway him first through bargaining only to resort to threats of violence when he had nothing of substance to offer in return of trade. Asking for protection and in return he would provide Fett with the promise of riches. “We offer a fair trade, and you turn your back on our history?”

There was little in the way of people around, making the modulator on his helmet sound like his voice echoed across the walls. His body turned halfway up the stairs to face the now irate looking visitor. “We don’t have a history. Whatever arrangement you had with Fortuna, ended with him.”

If it were possible for the creature’s red scale like skin to get even more red from fury, it would have. “I made a deal with Jabba, not him. But at least he had the honour to uphold that deal unlike you.”

Turning away, Boba Fett contemplated either just killing the man himself to spare from this complete waste of his time or have him thrown into the sand by force just for the humiliation. He had enough on his plate with the growing escalation with the Pykes. Petty greivences were on the bottom of his priorities.

“If I were anything like my predecessors, you would have been in the stomach of a rancor already for this disrespect.” The lack of reaction he was giving, likely only added fuel to the Elomin’s anger but he wasn’t one to fold. “If you want to be treated with the same respect, earn it. Otherwise you stay at the bottom like all the others who’ve tried me.”

For an empty space, there was a distinct lack of noise being made in the approach. Footsteps quiet and careful as they navigated to the source of the voice being sought out. The only ones passed paying them no mind, to them nothing stuck out about the individual. They typically never did to betas.

The Elomin had almost made it out of the room, a few paces up the stairs before he turned on the spot to look at the armoured back of the man. “Maybe this little war of yours will teach you what happens when you turn your back on your allies, Fett. Or I could just do it for them.”

Despite the hand on his blaster, Boba Fett seemed to move a second too slowly. A blaster shot fired out along with a staggered groan that muted into nothing. His body turning in an instant, weapon drawn, he saw the shocked bulging eyes of the Elomin.

His own blaster in his hand dropping as the life drained and a burning hole in his chest that quickly put the flame out inside them. Clearly intending to shoot him as if to prove some point. Slumping over onto the stairs and part of the wall, Fett could see Fennec come in from a hallway her own weapon drawn.

Lowering his blaster slightly, the Elomin suddenly pushed forward and flopped down onto the bottom of the ground. Following up from his body was a boot knocking it out of their path as they descended down the bottom few steps.

You had little on you but an over the shoulder bag and a blaster in your dominant hand. All three of you putting your weapons away, it was always hard to tell what Fett was thinking. Though judging by the knowing yet proud smirk slinking onto Fennec’s face you not only did them a favour.

But whatever the opposite of violent and unwelcome is, your presence was far beyond that for both.

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[kandyrezi]

—galaxy;

PROMPT: Angels of Fumus with a human lover.

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i. Taffy does not want to deal with inevitable heartbreak that comes with having a mortal lover. literally and figuratively, you are worlds apart and so, he keeps his heart closed. he's committed countless atrocities and sins and he wonders how he's still (un)mercifully living and breathing only because his god allows it. you find a confidant in him and he likes listening to you, in return he finds a friend in you and you console his grief to best of your ability, but that's as far as that'll go. it's for the best if he wants to keep you safe and out of reach from lord fumus.

ii. Yuu strays from romantic relationships generally, the chance of happiness is tempting but he resists the temptation for his own sake that would end up being ephemeral in any case. bringing you with him to his world is not an option, so he'll end up asking for advice from taffy – his closest friend and comrade – on the matter, though he has a feeling he already knows what kind of answer he will receive. he doesn't want you to cry over a caged bird like him, he leaves as many kisses on your face as needed until your tears have finally dried. "for... good luck," he'll tell you, not realizing it's the last you'll be seeing of his gentle, red eyes.

iii. Lei Hitotose cannot get enough of the wonder and awe you praise him with, asking how he manages moving around with those three huge wings ("wow, they're even soft like cotton!" you'll tell him) and trying to poke at his halo by standing on your tippy-toes. his sin is that he is self-indulgent to a fault, but he cares very little about it. he'll allow you to touch and pat him wherever you please, so long as he can return the favor with a 'curiosity' of his own by getting to fondle you – you can trust either way that this pervy seraph won't be keeping his hands to himself.

iv. Zero Hitotose reasons to himself he should focus on duty and mission above all else, but he's a fool in love and his mind drifts back to you, inevitably. he can live just fine without you, but he certainly doesn't want to. he's impulsive and not graceful in the slightest and always comes crash-landing out of the blue somewhere near your current location. you'll find him sprawled in a rose bush, and he's embarrassed out of his wits, but when you say you're laughing not at him, but because you're happy to see him, any regrets or second-guessed he had previously fade away in instant.

v. Engetsu may enjoy a little self-indulgent fling of his own, not at all shy to go after something that catches his eye. it's certainly fun for him too, to pretend to just be a normal boyfriend (who just enjoys crossdressing) that you have, to your family or friends, instead of an ethereal being from an entirely another world. he thinks some of them can probably sense something odd about him, those who are more susceptible to the otherworldly. yet at the end of it, he is still a realist through and thorough, knowing you won't be with him forever, as much as he does like you – amongst other complications and it's perhaps best to end it, but trust he'll give you something to remember him by; with long, passionate hours into the night in your room and clothes discarded on the floor.

vi. Fiore enjoys long conversations with you, how you see the world around you is so fundamentally different from his own, and your differing viewpoints keep his interest and attention. it's highly likely he can understand the language you speak, but you can't understand the writings and scripture that's written in the books in his world, so he would enjoy teaching you how to read it. it's undeniable by the feelings of deep affections he holds that it's more than friendship on his side. he doesn't visit often, but he writes letters. some of them are never sent. things he thinks should be said out loud, but won't (or can't) bring himself to do it.

vii. Inga never tells you of the violent conflicts and punishments he endures, but he doesn't always clean the blood and nurse the wounds effectively enough for you not to notice it anyway. he rarely talks about himself, preferring for you to do it instead. being in love with you is just being in another war with himself, and it's an easy victory (or defeat) to accept the hardship of loving someone so pure and worlds away from the source of all his pain. your presence to him is really the epitome of the phrase, "you gave me peace in a lifetime of war".

viii. realistically, Tsurugigozen has no interest in mingling with anyone that much of a lower status than himself. your unrequited yearning fuels his ego, but he keeps you at arms' length, not believing you to be worthy of him. yet he gets pissy when you lose interest due to his 'apathy' and he doesn't get the attention he expects from you, so he'll subtly degrade and make you feel small, but you won't let him get away with it, ("i thought god's angels were creatures of enlightenment, but now i see you're just some phoneys wearing stupid costumes!") and he's deserving of every nasty word – but one has to wonder why has he not just left if he really thinks of you as that insignificant. maybe he isn't as complex as he likes to think of himself as.

ix. Youran is a romantic in every sense of the word, it's possible he'll look at his surroundings with rose-tinted glasses and live in fantasy constructed of false ideals, ignoring all the macabre and the ugly. and you believe him too, with his kisses sweet as honey dew and words of romance like something from your collection of poetry books – but it is him who becomes lost in his own grandeur delusions and wringing you along, one of his comrades will likely have to remind him of the gravity of the situation and who it is he keeps sneaking off for not-so secret trysts under the moonlight and clear skies of stars. it is possible he'll be out of your life as abrupt as he came once the realization finally sinks in for him, making his presence feel like nothing more than a dream due to a fever. but it's certainly enough to leave a lasting ache and a hollow feeling because of it.

x. Aes doesn't remember the last time he really fell in love with someone – it could've been centuries or even eons ago because he's never really been the type to form romantic connections with anyone, but once he actually realizes it, it's an indescribable feeling of being at peace. the sweet blond angel, if only he could, would grant you immortality, but he would never want to subject you to the violence and bloodshed he's surrounded with daily, no matter if it's the devil's or his own god's world he's residing at said moment of time. he wonders of the possibility – if erasing your memories of him would ease his and your pain, knowing there isn't a reality out there where you could be together without a war in between, but he really doesn't want you to forget about him. in and outside the battlefield, his heart remains weak as always, and he himself can't deny it.

#funamusea #mogeko #deep-sea prisoner #okegom #dsp #angel x reader #taffy (mogeko) #the gray garden #angels of death #ficlets

[rinbowaman]

S E 7 E N : L E V I A T H A N P A R T 2 W O

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), reptilian features during oral sex, intimidation, use of force, mentions of torture, death, rape, and cannibalism, murder, insulting religion, characters going against God…I think that’s it.

You awoke in what seemed like an hour or two afterwards. You were no longer in your bath tub as you were beforehand, instead, you were dried and nicely wrapped up in your bed, still nude. 

You propped yourself up looking around. That’s when he entered, fully clothed in all black, just like his brothers before him. 

“Heeeeeey…princessssss.” He walks over as he leans in and kisses your forehead. 

Cradling your face, he looks at you lovingly, despite his snake eyes looking deadly as ever. 

“You had a good nap?” He leans in once more and kisses your cheek. He was so very affectionate, possibly a tad bit more than Jay, Jungwon, and Sunoo. 

“Y-yes….I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep…” you responded with as he takes in the formality of your polite attitude. 

“And she’s so polite…” he smirks out teasingly. 

“You’re his through and through. So strange…it’s almost as if you were made for him.” 

You slightly raise your eyes to meet his gaze.

“You’re talking about Helel?” You asked. 

Chucking with a smirk as he bites down his bottom lip, he responds. 

“Heh…yeah…I’m talking about Helel.” 

You were just a tad bit shocked, it was the first time you heard any one of his brothers refer to him using his real name. Something in your gut feeling told you that Helel shared a close bond with all his brothers, but the bond he shared with Jake might have been just a bit closer or stronger as you noted Jake's lack of formality and causal comfortability in regards to the eldest sibling.

“You and Helel are pretty close?” you asked.

“Yeah. Heheheh. He’s a good brother to all of us, and for some reason…he always confided in me whenever he needed to…” 

His mind replays a flashback to a moment nearly seven thousands years ago as the conversation between Heeseung and himself occurred…

…………….

“Heeseung…how are you feeling?”

“………….”

Sighing, Jake walks up to his elder brother, noting how he merely stood with his arms crossed, gazing out into the wide open. Jake notes the new growth of red roses that was beginning to cover the vast lands all around Heeseung’s region, a completely different setting from the flesh and bloodstains that decorated it beforehand. 

Not a single piece of structure, mountain or stone stood to obstruct the beauty of the vivid red coating that was carpeting the entire ground. An ocean of red.

The glow of the red blooms bounced off the black sky. Afar up in the galactic view, Heeseung stares at the Earth, silently. 

Coming up, shoulder to shoulder, Jake stands as he rests a hand atop the taller sibling. 

“What was it?…that you saw?….must have been important for you to have a change of heart.” Jake inquired. 

Heeseung remained silent as his gaze never breaks from the view of the planetary sphere up in the high sky, contrasting from the pitch darkness that surrounded it, marked with a series of star systems, galaxies, and meteorite showers that coated the entire sky above his territory.

Further over to the side, glowing against the roses, was the full moon with its brightening essence, appearing at full magnitude as it looked so much closer, rising up from the horizon of the red fields. It looked as if you could walk right up to it, no where near as high up like it was from the earth. 

Dressed all in black, with a light and lengthy coat that reached his mid thighs, he resembled the fine image of his many titles, one of which he was notorious for, the Prince of Darkness. 

His hair, much like always, was at his natural state, all black. It remained rather lengthy and wispy as it slightly grazed passed the helix of his ears and narrowed in greater length towards the nape of his neck. The center of his forehead was always slightly exposed as the parting of the strands peered away from each other at the center. 

Yet, unbeknownst to his brothers, he would opt to wear it differently whenever he went to visit the mortal realms of earth, which didn’t happen frequently, but when it did, he’d adorn a silver ash color paired with a suave side combover, the length was not as grown out and it was presented a much neater, clean cut style. 

Yet, despite alternating in between hair colors, one thing remained unchanged, and that was the lace mask he had started to wear shortly after his behavior began to change. 

Noting how he wore the mask over his eyes without ever taking it off, Jake addressed the question. 

“What’s with the mask?”

“…..it helps me sleep….”

Jake looked someone confused as he smiled out. “Sleep?” He chuckles slightly. “We don’t need sleep…”

“……we do…..if we want to dream…”

Jake’s smile slowly disappears as he expresses a look of concern for the elder. What exactly happened to him, to where he had transition within seconds? 

One moment he was the raging demon that waged war against God…the next he was a tamed beast….so melancholy and pensive. 

“So that’s why you’ve been sleeping…you’ve been living in a dream…I’ve never seen you bother with it but all it seems that you do is sleep.” Jake remarks. 

It was true, even while sitting on his throne, his leg casually and loosely crossed as he rested an elbow on the arm of the seat, leaning his face against it, resting his chin as the mask remained on his face at all times, no one could tell if the King was asleep or awake. The lace mask hovering his black eyes made it hard to tell. 

Still, despite the ruthless nature of the Master of Hell, all had seemingly changed as he no longer walked around with the sadistic and sinister grin, chuckling lowly. 

He would carry out his traditional habit of dragging chopped limbs, or appearing graceful and gliding his way around, yet would slash, rip, or burn anything that breached his direction as he migrated through the plains of his region. 

But now….

He hardly roamed…when he did, he was not at all violent and eager to slaughter anyone, he was quiet, the sadistic grins and chuckles also disappeared. While on his throne, if appeared to be asleep, no one dared to grow careless when displaying their sign of respect to the fallen archangel turned Prince of Hell, given his history for brutally destroying flesh.

and yet.....

He no longer dawned a twisted expression that nightmares were made of. The twisted and killer smile, accompanied by the blood that dripped down from his lip, all from the bite of his evil grin that he permanently displayed as he ordered and watched  his army of demons take and ravish each other at his order. Taking delight as he watched them devour each other, amongst other horrid offenses such as rape and tearing each other limb from limb. It was all blood and carnage due to their instant obedience to his authority. 

The screams of their high pitch roars and begs for mercy echo out as they beseech him. 

As he sit atop his throne, his legs widely spread apart, he’d carry out the usual position of propping his chin up with his hand, looking ever sincerely bored, even as the chaos would ensue before him.

He would stroke his chin as he come up with anything to do to take him away from the stagnant state he was feeling. 

No one would have been able to tell, but the Prince was empty inside, yet at the same note, he was filled with rage, anger, and a darkness that not even God could fathom as he no longer sent his captains to try and reason with him, considering not one of his guardians would be able to return upon meeting a brutal demise at Heeseung’s hand each time they went to deliver their Lord's message.

No one graced his presence. It was widely known that unless you were one of his own brothers, it was best that you refrained from disturbing the dark king. 

The remaining six princes, fearful of the ferocity of the elder’s cruelty, would often keep to themselves in their own region and cloud their ears to cover the eternal screams of torture as each Angel sent to deliver God's endearing message to Heeseung, the very same Angels that all seven princes had previously served with, under God's holy rule... all before the younger siblings followed Heeseung to his dark kingdom of Hell, as fallen archangels.

The younger princes winced in pain as the screams of their former companions could be heard echoing throughout Hell. Heeseung murdered each one, to a high degree of chaos and carnage that he could think of, all the while his roar would be heard in the background, amongst the dying cries of each messenger before fully succumbing to his ill torment. Finishing them off, he'd burn their carcasses to dust and ash, had it collected and placed in wooden engraved boxes, and had it delivered to the gates of Heaven.

As for his younger siblings, while they did share his vision and opinion in regards to humanity, ultimately choosing to follow him with the utmost loyalty, it was safe to say that neither one of them had shared an amusement for the tearing of flesh and bone as their elder brother had displayed. Yet then again, they hadn't suffered the way he did...falling out with God as the favorited archangel, and expelled to become a lord of his own kingdom....placed second as God chose humanity over him.

Clearly, the man was hurting and angry for being expelled from the holy kingdom. The archangel who was once a faithful servant to his holy majesty, was now a king of his own world, one that was filled with blood and severed flesh. 

Who could ever believe that he, was once the proud and favorited holy Archangel of God, the first son and most devoted in spreading the will of his holy father….was sent away for his hatred of Gods most noble and upcoming creation, Man. 

Indeed, the lord and master of the grueling lands of shredded flesh and burnt bones, would find himself entirely too bored and yearned for more…he wanted revenge in the worst way possible. 

Jake would never forget the moment he witnessed Heeseung's level of violence and ferocity when he visited the elder sibling.

He watched as Heeseung's favored harem of succubus’s, all loyal and devoted to his pleasure, ignited by his chaotic nature, displayed their demonic affection.

They crawled up his lengthy legs as he sat in his throne, their hands roam and travel upwards, undoing his trousers yet keeping him fully clothed as he would refrain from moving even an inch from his seated position, and glared with an aloof expression towards the tenacious demonesses as they performed to show the capability’s of their oral fixation on his length. 

Yet the moment they were done, some of which wouldn’t even have the chance to finish, his followers stood by as they watched the Prince rip each demon maiden to pieces, beginning with their limbs, their wings, and heads last. All so he could hear the painful screams before he finished them off, carelessly tossing the bits of torn flesh to whatever direction as the hungry demons scatter and devour the remains. Even after all that, the Prince would remain unimpressed and the bored expression remained as blood coated his hands.

He wouldn’t be satisfied until the day comes forth, when God introduces his newest creation into the world. That will be the day, where the itch will be appeased as Heeseung declared war against his former master, and vowed to destroy humanity once his former master births them into Eden.

Vowing to tear their flesh, and send them back to his holy kingdom piece by piece, Heeseung promised that so long as he breathed, no creation of God would thrive. That, was the very thing he was looking forward to, the only thing that would appease him from seeking out deathly screams within his own realm. 

It wasn't until one day…so suddenly, he changed in an instant. It had all stemmed from the sudden visit of a familiar face that he’d thought he’d never see again. 

Since then, the Prince was seen with the lace mask, rarely spoke, and never displayed that sinister smile of gore as he remained a delicate and calmed expression. 

He cleared his lands of fire and gore, killed off his raging demons, no longer caring to watch them maul each other, and created the vast open landscape which was now covered with those blood red roses he grew himself, using the essence out of his own blood drops as he would sporadically roam his territory, all the while staring at the world that humanity would soon belong to as he waited for the birth of Adam and Eve, their offspring, watched as humans waged wars and made peace, expanded their advancement with knowledge, studies, and technology. He watched and waited...for all those years.

Demons that lurked in the fires of Hell no longer felt timid as the Prince would roam here and there, yet lacked any urge or sense to slaughter ruthlessly as he did merely a weeks time past. Instead, he was seen atop his high throne....asleep.

'The Prince of Darkness....he spends his time...sleeping.'

………………..

As he reflects back to his recollected thoughts, Jake, along with the rest of his brothers, never knew what turned their elder brother…for thousands of years they remained clueless…it wasn’t until four days ago…when it all came into clear sense as he elaborated and issued them the commands to assist…in his preparations.

Looking as you gazed a somewhat curious expression, you lay partially covered by the cotton sheets as your otherworldly form and silhouette is made out by the thinness of the material, you sweetly yet nervously smiled. 

“Is everything okay?” You ask. 

“Yeah…everything is….perfect.” He responds as he returns the smile. 

…….

‘It was you…y/n…a mortal woman….the one who unknowingly…yet singlehandedly saved mankind….by changing him…..you, who by the light and dark appeal of your face, your eyes, your sensuality, your heart and your soul….you captured his blackened heart…you have no idea just what you had caused him to feel within…but you did it…and he won’t rest….. until he has you all to himself.’ 

……….

P A R T T H R 3 E

Taglist: @deobitifull; @solstramaii; @vampiregirl215; @nshmrarki; @enhypen14; @iamliacamila; @lisaaannna; @nikstrange; @jaehaki; @luv-enhy-skz33; @silcry @honeysjae; @crackedcameraa; @stinkmonkey ; @baekxo07 @raishaii @@yangjungwon33

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[gravitasmalfunction]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

Thank you for tagging me @yletylyf!

3 ships you like: I'm going to go general rather than specific here - competent by nature, codependent by choice x (n>=2) - obviously we're not in love this is just an arranged marriage I just happen to refuse to abandon no matter what - a: oh no, b is hot. i must keep this realisation a secret and take it to my grave

First ship ever: Eowyn/Faramir (from the books! I still haven't seen the movies! Miranda Otto and David Wenham are unbearably hot and I love them but I am very committed to the balcony scene I reenacted in my head hundreds of times as a young teen)

Last song you heard: Scenes from a Separation, Darren Hanlon, because it was an earworm and then because I found it on YT for you https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zY3M9fetmao

Favourite childhood book: (only one? no no no. books plural, a curated selection, in roughly chronological order) The Hobbit A Year and a Day by Monica Furlong The Magician's Nephew by CS Lewis The Emperor Mage by Tamora Pierce The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (a trilogy in five parts) Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins

Currently reading: Just finished Still Life With Woodpecker, and before that Faro's Daughter. Haven't picked up another book yet (currently studying: the HSK1 word list)

Currently watching: Rising Feather (dubcon! abs! revenge!) The Romance of Tiger and Rose (the plot workshopping is coming from inside the narrative!)

Currently consuming: Decaf instant coffee, fruit bread and butter with cherry jam

Current craving: roof insulation

Hmm drama enjoyers to tag, let's see: @golgafrincham @heyyo-heyyo @stayg6ld @planb-is-in-effect @cairthe-deactivated @invisiblerhythmcat @tockamybeloved @dannysbian @shan190811 and you, the tumblr user who is looking at this right now and in the mood to do a meme, yes you, do the meme. tell 'em I tagged you xxoo

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[star-sys-gender-coining]

viewcatnyxian

(pronounced v-ew-cat-n-icks-ee-an)

[Image descriptions-

image one- a pale purple flag with a dark purple band horizontal in the middle, with a brighter purple band on the top and bottom of it. there is a silhouette of a cat in the middle of the flag, and a dark purple crescent moon to the upper left of the cat. six dark purple stars are scatters to the upper right and directly above the cat. the entire flag has a purple/pink galaxy overtop

image two- same image without the galaxy

image three- same image, but the galaxy is only on the top half of the flag

image four- same image, but the cat, moon, and stars are all above the galaxy and clearly defined.

end description]

a gender that feels like a cat stargazing, a cat seeing stars outside it’s window, a black cat in a moonlit field, a sleepy cat cozy under the stars, or some other starry cat related gender!

this gender may also related to the colour purple, windows, dark roses, catkin, catgirls/boys/people, the feeling of being pet, purring, and being cozy!

is not inherently masc femme or neu, but a user can interpret it that way!

#mogai blog #gender coining #mogai term #mogai label #mogai coining #mogai flag #liom #liom coining #liom term #gender blog #xenogender coining #xenogender #xenogender term #cat genders #night genders

[maninthemiroh]

INTRO

Hi, I'm Kittithorn! I go by he/they/it pronouns and I'm a kemetic, asexual, homoflexible, and afab Thai-American boy of color (about everything but white; my ancestors weren't fucking with Europeans). Anyway, I'm a shifter, K-Pop stan, anime fan, and V-Kei enjoyer.

Before you follow: I have Dissociative Identity Disorder as well as autism, Tourettes, and a bunch of other bullshit I dislike about myself. Additionally, I might curse quite a bit and vent post, maybe. Please, soft-block me to unfollow, inform me if I make you uncomfortable, and tell me if you need trigger/spoiler warnings for anything.

Don't interact if: You fit the dfi basis, are NCT ot22 or less, anti reality shifting, Seunghan, eaJ, my groups or J-Rock/K-Pop/etc. as a whole, pro-Isreal, an akgae/regular solo stan/sasaeng, RCTA, InSomnia, a proshipper, support the Dream SMP, Nicki Minaj, Doja Cat, Hyuna, enable MiA (Mejibray)'s recent behaviours, interact with SHblr, go by an ethnic name that you don't biologically identify with, and such.

More specifics below the cut :]

DR masterlist

My ult stan list: Block B, Cravity, E'Last, Exo, JustB, NCT, P1Harmony, Seventeen, SHINee, StayC, SuperM, and The Boyz.

My regular stan list: ATBO, Ateez, Bae173, BoyNextDoor, BLITZERS, BtoB, BTS, DKB, DKZ, eaJ, Enhypen, Epex, Everglow, (G)I-dle, Kard, Kingdom, Luminous, Monsta X, nine.i, OneUs, OnlyOneOf, Omega X, RIIZE, SB19, SF9, Stray Kids, Tempest, TFN, The Rose, TRENDZ, XIKERS, TxT, TVXQ, WEi, and ZeroBaseOne.

Groups I'm learning about: &TEAM, CIX, BOY STORY, Kep1er, NTX, ONE PACT, ONF, TNX, XODIAC, Vanner, VeriVery, and YOUNITE.

Bands I listen to: Ashmaze., Beyond, Black Panther, Bomb at Track, BUCK-TICK, CNBLUE, Daylotus, DazzlingBad, Deadmans Espirit, DEVILOOF, DEXCORE, DEZERT, Dir En Grey, 魚條, Flesh Juicer, Galaxy Express, Guckkasten, gulu gulu, 刺猬Hedgehog, Jiluka, kluaythai, L'Arc-en-Ciel, Lucy, Madmans Espirit, Malice Mizer, Miserable Faith, Moi dix Mois, New Pants, Ninth in Pluto, No Party For Cao Dong, OneWe, Plastic Tree, Retrospect, Royz, Sorry Youth, Sweet Mullet, 董事長樂團, The Darkest Romance, the GazettE, VAMPS, Versailles, XAAXAA, XANVALA, Xdinary Heroes, etc.

Other media I like: Alice in Borderland, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Boku No Hero Academia, Black Clover, DC in general, Brooklyn 99, Carmen Sandiego, Cookie Run, Criminal Minds, Danganronpa, Dead by Daylight, Death Note, Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba, Descendants, Dungeons & Dragons, Elementary, Ever After High, Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them (fuck JKR, tho), Genshin Impact, Girl from Nowhere, Gravity Falls, Haikyū!!, Harry Potter (see previous parenthesis), iZombie, Jujutsu Kaisen, Little Nightmares, Maze Runner, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir, Monster High, My Little Pony, NCIS, Peanuts, Pokémon, Resident Evil, Riverdale, Saiki K, Scooby-Doo in general, Scream, Soul Eater, Spiderverse, Tales of Arcadia, The Amazing World of Gumball, The Dark Pictures Anthology, The Umbrella Academy, The Quarry, Total Drama, Until Dawn, and Vox Machina, etc.

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[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 2D, MATCH 1 OUT OF 8

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Once Upon a Time (in Space):

She spent decades searching every moon and planet trying to find her wife (Rose), who was kidnapped on their wedding day. Eventually, she found Rose, and they embraced, only for Rose to die in Cinder's arms. And so Cinder killed the king who had kidnapped Rose by punching through his chest and into his heart.

And then Cinder got a somewhat happy ending, in which she met Rose's clone who had Rose's memories.

What if Cinderella was a Sci-Fi lesbian? Well here she is. She has a whole love song about searching the stars for her girlfriend after their wedding was interrupted and she was taken away. She spends years searching only to when she finally finds and embraces her watch her be shot. Cinders is so devastated by this that she plunges her wedding ring into the heart of the man who shot her love killing him.

Lesbian space princess who elopes with the terrifying soldier who was previously conquering her planet and spends decades searching for her when they're separated. Listen to her song https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6w9V-gMgBF4

I think the way she punches the evil king through the heart as revenge for her wife is pretty neat.

She’s a revolutionary married to a woman, what’s not to love? From Cinders’ Song: “ When I was a little girl, my mother always told me / "Someday your prince will come, my love" / But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me”.

her girlfriend got cloned and most of said clones were brutally slaughtered in war and she searched for her girlfriend all throughout the galaxy and when they were finally reunited on the battlefield her girlfriend died. and a clone of her girlfriend who due to technical errors retained her memories, so does that count as the same girlfriend? theseus's girlfriend? anyway vote for cinders she's been through hell

Lesbian!! Has to search for her lost love Rose with her glass wedding ring that changes color when its near its partner!! Gets to embrace Rose once again for one final moment before the villain kills Rose right in front of her!! So Cinders kills him in return!! And she's left as (almost) the only surviving main character from her own album but!! She is eventually reunited with a clone of Rose, and while they cannot have a truly 'happy ever after' together they are the ones graced with the closest thing to it

SPACE LESBIANS (she's in love with Rose Red, who gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders searches the galaxy to find her, waiting for her white ring to turn crimson, indicating that its twin was near) She took her name from the ashes of her burning planet <3 She also killed Old King Cole >:)

shes a tragic lesbian and killed a violent dictator shes literally the best

shes gay shes traumatized she dates both rose red and sleeping beauty. badass space wanderer looking for her wife

Her wife Rose gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders spend the next thirty years looking for her. She finds her (:D) and then Rose dies (D:) and then Cinders kills the guy who killed Rose (girlboss).

shes a lesbian. she lost her wife, Rose (yes, as in sleeping beauty) the day they got married bc she was kidnapped. she spent 20 YEARS looking for her. as soon as she found her wife, Rose DIED IN HER ARMS. Cinders has gone through Too Much to lose this poll

(Her info from the wiki) the Princess of a planet burnt by King Cole's army, after it is ceded by her stepmother. She is imprisoned, meets Rose and plans to marry her. She is released by her godmother for the wedding, then flees when the attack happens, spending thirty years looking for Rose. Her half of the wedding ring will light up when she finds Rose.

"When I was a little girl, my mother always told me 'Someday your prince will come, my love' But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me I looked to the stars for you, my love" She's lesbian Cinderella IN SPACE. She fell in love with her wife in prison and they ran away to have a secret marriage but the empire kidnapped Rose on their wedding night and Cinders had to leave her behind. She searches for Rose for decades with the glass ring that guides her to its twin on her wife's finger. She finally reunites with her love after Rose rips three supersoldiers to pieces with her bare hands (hot) but then then the evil king kills Rose so Cinders fucking punches through his heart. And then a clone of Rose (who is also lesbian Sleeping Beauty IN SPACE) finds her cradling her wife's body and they have a happy reunion(?) and maybe they didn't have a happy ending BUT WHAT IF THEY HAD EACH OTHER? HUH? AAAAAH

she’s everything. she’s a princess from a long since conquered planet. she was imprisoned to make a statement of the brutal reign of old king cole. she met her wife while she was in prison, a beautiful brutal soldier covered in scars from battles. cinders and rose fell in love, so cinders’ godmother in white broke her out of jail so rose and cinders could be together. they were going to be married, except that OLD KING COLE intervened and kidnapped rose to make her the genetic base of his unholy army. so cinders spends THIRTY YEARS searching the galaxies for her love (and sings a really cool song about it called “Cinders’ Song”) until finally she arrives during the final battle just in time to see old king cole SHOOT ROSE DEAD. so cinders punches the king so hard (with her wedding ring) that he just Crumples Into Dust. the end! (no we do not talk about the fiction.)

lesbian, for one, and for two i don't really care i just think it'd be cool if she got in/if she made it past the first round

no one seems to have linked cinder’s song yet, so here [Link]

better yet, listen to the whole album too, for context and also what comes after. it slaps and also tragedy it's such a good album suhc a good band too

Someone already sent the song as propaganda, so I will provide SPOILER propaganda. [Click link to see spoilers.]

The Lunar Chronicles:

Linh Cinder:

Her glass slipper is her prosthetic foot. She's a cool badass mechanic queen. She's named Cinder because her aunt set her on fire as a toddler but she survived. She's a a cool cyborg with psychic powers, and she's also a really good mechanic.

She's a cyborg and she's from the Moon

She is a badass mechanic who is also a cyborg and did not intend to get dragged into this mess. She becomes a fugitive of the law, running from the prince who is also her romantic interest and is just objectively the best.

I love a sarcastic character and I love a good confrontation scene and she's great with both

she's a cyborg she's a mechanic she's a princess she's a fugitive she's the best.

She's a mechanic she's the lunar princess she has two prosthetic limbs she's supposed to be dead. Her best friend is an android who's a fangirl of her boyfriend (Kai, the emperor). Her ball was actually her showing up to keep Kai from getting seduced by her aunt (who's queen of the moon) and then killed. Instead of losing her slipper she just lost her entire foot. (That's all just in the first book.)

look man, if you've read tlc you know why but if not: cinder here goes through a lot, from living in a shitty household to leading a rebellion and witnessing what's practically a massacre (TWICE), getting stabbed in the mc'freaking heart and surviving, being a wanted fugitive, Oh, and also, she loses her goddamn FOOT instead of a glass slipper lol (albeit the foot is a prosthetic, which i might've forgotten to add, her left arm and (i think) leg are metal due to getting BURNED as a toddler by her somewhat power hungry aunt)

She's SO cool she's a mechanic and really clever and also an amputee and her prosthetics are very cool and she has fun space adventures with her little gang of found family and is also the heir to the crown on the moon and is trying to get control of it from her aunt (who's a dictator) so she can help the moon people be less oppressed! tl;dr she's a girlboss

She literally got set on fire. Shes a cyborg. Shes such a girl boss that her love interest kept her severed prosthetic foot as a memento. She is a revolutionary [against her will] and a politician [also against her will]. Shes a skilled mechanic, and called the queen of a super-powerful alien race with the ability to manipulate people’s perceptions of reality ugly TO HER FACE. Queen does not give a shit and just wants to hang out with her robot bestie and her dork ass boyfriend who is also the leader of an entire country. Shes iconic, she is the moment.

she's a teenage cyborg who works as a mechanic and is secretly royalty - a badass and i love her!!

Kickbutt cyborg Cinderella princess

Cyborg and mechanic is a fun new twist on classic Cinderella! (At least when I read it and it was new). Plus she’s got her Prince/Emperor all wrapped around her fingers before the ball!

she's cool as fuck that's why!! cyborg cinderella in a cool-ass future sci-fi world, she doesn't have glass slippers so she loses her ill-fitted cybernetic foot, she has a gun in her cyborg hand (mostly uses nonlethal projectiles), she has cool sci-fi magic mind powers, she's from the moon, she's a mechanic & she's smart as hell, she literally forms a ragtag team of other fairytale inspired characters & dethrones the evil queen of the lunar monarchy. also her prince charming is cool & funny & they're so sickeningly in love their feelings could power the sun. anyway vote Cinder ✨️

cinder is a mixed cyborg mechanic who has acquired beef with both her stepmother (adopted) and her bio aunt (tyrant queen levanna) and manages to escape their attempts to keep her down (including arson when she was like. 3 years old) and ultimately overthrows her aunt in a revolution lead by her and the other fairytale retellings (red riding hood and wolf, rapunzel and her ‘prince’, and her cousin snow white and her prince) and establishes a democracy! i enjoyed the series growing up and i personally think that cinder is very cool :]

The first book in The Lunar Chronicles is a retelling of cinderella, and my gosh it’s amazing. Cinder is a cyborg and faces a lot of prejudice, and it’s interesting to see that even in the future, where the book is set, there’s still so much discrimination, and Cinder faces it so well. She’s smart and snarky, and has such character growth and cares so much and akhjfqwthbj

shes cinderella if cinderella was a cyborg and also secretly an alien moon princess. fucking amazing series everyone should read it. It's very common for Cinderella retelling that "girlboss" her end up sending the weird message that victims of abuse should simply stand up for themselves <3 I really like Cinder because she's spunky and snaps at her stepmother, but it doesn't. do her any good? It just makes her stepmother worse. Also one of her stepsisters is nice, I love Peony.

Cyborg Cinderella, long-lost princess of the moon, revolutionary against the evil queen.

she’s a cyborg! instead of losing her shoe on the steps of the palace her entire foot comes off 👍 thats hard as fuck she’s so cool

I have to say this now, because I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to share this story for ages now, because it’s so amazing. Not only did Marissa Meyer, author of the Lunar Chronicles and creator of Linh Cinder, start off her writing journey as a Sailor Moon fanfiction author, but I have a second-account story of how amazing and nice she is... [Click link to read the rest of it]

#cinderpoll #round 2 #round 2d #cinders #once upon a time in space #the mechanisms #linh cinder #the lunar chronicles #lunar chronicles #marissa meyer #cinderella #fairytale #poll tournament #poll bracket #character polls #polls

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go rush episode 55 spoilers

crap the stuff i got here is trash. well time to make do with it ig

the abysskite girls are actually human and part of mik. phaser is hosting the galaxy cup(either that or he's sponsoring). uhhh asaka and yuuna are there?

yuuhi smiles in the opening now. his depression hath been cured. phaser has poseidra instead of kraken, yuuna has her celeb roses(and is not sad anymore), road of galactica's there now

dudi has to choose for somethign? was unclear. manabubu works for boiled bagel requiem now

they do the relic research and most of the smart people and ishida(BALANCE rock guy) for some reason decide to do some relic lore. shewbahha is still eating the phaser-dragon scale scrolls

the box, box girl and kamijou gear company are here and discord decides to go batshit so i cant make out anything uhhhhh some of em think that box girl has tiger's va

something something velgear rap something feet?? apparently the box girl is epoch and veryy bratty and yuudias gets denied rush duel

okaaaaay idk whats happened afterwards but like. something abt a, b, and c, cheating, universe box, and questions??(idk maybe like a quiz show or something)

uhhhhhhh luke's grandpappy is there, they boxed luge, sent him to kamijou gear company and turned him into a massage chair???????? wow seatbastian reference much?

new outro pics. i thiiiink it was epoch v yuudias but idk

#yugioh go rush #go rush spoilers

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Dreamcore au lore post when?

TLDR; an au where irkens are these little friendly guys, that don’t feel the pull of gravity; so they float, that help you sleep. They’re soft, and feel like stuffed animals— They’re non violent creatures that live in giant hidden and communal villages, where they grow their own food. Their diet consists of mainly sugar; and they ALL wear pjs + have black tails. Red helps with insomnia and Purple soothes nightmares— Zim actually causes nightmares and insomnia, so that’s how he’s defective in this au. Red smells like roses, Purple smells like lavender and Zim smells like baby powder (scents that you can get put into real stuff animals).

H O W E V E R. If they consume caffeine they become like their canon counterparts. Miyuki and Spork are the “tallest” in this au, and they’re scary. They both smell like rotting corpses and sadness. They’re soft and squishy too, but like, they feel like skinned leather and they bleed black sand instead of the usual stuffing, and their button eyes remained buttons because they weren’t brought to life with love. The Control brains created all the irkens; It’s a company in this au. Miyuki and Spork were the forgotten prototypes, the failures. Zim was their third attempt, and became their official model/prototype for creating irkens! Irkens in this au don’t really have genders, but they do have genitalia.

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TALLEST PURPLE (SHE/HE/THEY)

Purple wears a pair of dark maroon overalls with a star pattern, and a lilac shirt with pastel stripes. His black tail is long, and fluffy at the end. He’s a little anxious, always positive and usually an oblivious cuddle-bug that doesn’t like to be alone. He’s very sweet and huggable, yet also a bit of a crybaby that loves to socialize. Purple often finds himself seeking out the company of Red. The irkens of this timeline do not do well in harsh lighting, and prefer to stroll around in dusk-light. Because of this, Purple is always bumping into this during the day and accidentally hurting himself— this leads to him wearing a lot of bandaids and crying frequently.

When Purple consumes caffeinated drinks (or food), he becomes sassy and sharp tongued; often making crude or just plain cruel remarks about others that are entirely unnecessary. He quickly becomes sick of physical affection, and gets easily overstimulated, putting distance between himself + the ones he loves.

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TALLEST RED (HE/IT)

Red wears a long pastel sleeved shirt, with a heart in the middle as well as a pair of crimson and plaid pants. His black tail resembles that of a wolf’s. He’s a bit of a cocky, grumpy and introverted little trickster that loves to hide items (that aren’t vital to a person’s survival). He can be rather cheeky and he tends to dislike new people at first but he’s an absolute sweetheart once he opens up. Red often finds himself seeking out the company of Purple. Red has also taken it upon himself to comfort Purple when he cries, and tries his best to keep him cheered up, though he can’t *always* keep Purple from crying.

When Red consumes caffeinated drinks (or food), he becomes mean-spirited and hotheaded. Preferring to play humiliating and vulgar ‘pranks’ on unsuspecting humans or fellow irkens. His temper quickly shortens, and he no longer holds patience as a virtue.

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INVADER ZIM (HE/HIM)

Zim wears a pastel pink, footed onesie with galaxy patterns on it. His black tail is long, and thin, it has little to no fur at the end. Similarly to his canon counterpart, he’s a smug, ambitious and bratty jackass that’s very full of himself and expects others to acknowledge just how important + incredible he is. He’s very loud and obnoxious. Zim finds himself wanting to cause chaos rather than help humans— Zim carries around a stuffed green dog plushie that he’s dubbed “Gir.”

When Zim consumes caffeinated drinks (or food), he becomes sweeter, and easier to love. No longer wanting to cause chaos; he settles down pretty quickly, and often seeks out the affection + ressaurance of others.

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DIB MEMBRANE (HE/THEY)

Dib is a 12 year old human with brown hair and glasses. Similarly to his canon counterpart he’s a manipulative bastard that prefers not to get his hands dirty, and would rather have others do his dirty work. He is very cruel and considers himself a lone outcast. Dib suffers from consistent bullying in his home and school life, but he is an asshole nonetheless and never goes out of his way to show basic kindness or decency to others; he often bullies his classmates back.

Dib has a habit of catching and experimenting on live animals (he claims this is practice should he ever capture an Irken, alien, or cryptid), usually adding the carcuses to his “collection” when finished. He finds joy in hurting others, preferring to torture small animals because they are the least defenceless.

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INVADER TAK (SHE/IT)

Tak wears a thick pair of dark violet sweatpants with black cat patterns, and a lighter shirt with one big black cat in the center. Her black tail resembles that of a three week old kitten’s. She is often shy and soft spoken; she rarely draws attention to herself. She is terrified of the big wide world and prefers to keep herself hidden; she follows Tenn around like glue. Tak carries around a stuffed blue navy cat plushie that she’s dubbed “Mimi.”

When Tak consumes caffeinated drinks (or food), she becomes spiteful and easily jealous. She looks for any reason to dislike or talk down to someone, and disregards her morals fast. She’s bold, and has no filter— she will tell someone EXACTLY how she feels about them, sparing no details.

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GAZ MEMBRANE (SHE/THEY)

Gaz is a timid 9 year old human with dark red hair. Unlike her brother, she isn’t obsessed with dissecting the irkens, and is rather indifferent about their origin. She finds her brother’s crude obsession with wanting to tear them apart to be annoying.

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