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lunathebee · 2 years

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Pairing: Marc Spector x florist!fem!reader (with hints of Steven Grant x florist!fem!reader)

Warning: fluff (no I mean, me trying to write fluff for the first time), Steven loves his burrito, Layla doesn't exist just for the sake of this story

A/n: THIS IS PART 1, I repeat PART 1 😭😭😭 Istg I messed up some stuff and I have no choice but to write a bit more and call it a day, I am terribly sorry, part 2 will be post soon!

Summary: For the first time ever, Steven might be better at talking to a girl than Marc, but that doesn't mean Marc just gonna stand and watch him does so.

Steven is chewing down on a vegan burrito, talking to Gus about how his day at the museum went when suddenly Marc speaks up. "Steven, since when do you like flowers so much?"

It was a totally random and offset question for Steven, but not for Marc though, he is a man who knows what he wants and how to get it in the most subtle way.

"Oh whut? You mean those books? They're not mine, Y/n was kind enough to let me borrow it, nice to learn something besides just alien and Egyptian mythology init?" Steven smiles when mentioning your name, taking another big bite from the burrito while Marc is still starting at the big pile of books about floriography.

"And... who is Y/n?" Marc asked while trying his best to be clueless, of course he knows Y/n; she owns a small flower shop on the road where Steven takes the bus to work every day, always looking so perfect and flawless at 7 a.m.

Sometimes Marc feels a teeny tiny bit guilty about how he takes over the body whenever the bus gets near to Y/n's flower shop, and after a few seconds of staring, hoping to see you, he gave the body back to Steven, leaving the British man confused like a deer in front of a headlight.

"Oh Y/n is this absolutely wonderful florist that I met when I tried to find some flowers for my first date that... didn't go quite as well as you remember..." To be honest, Steven just wants to eat his burrito in peace and finish it quickly, but if the topic is about Y/n and not Khonsu then he would be glad to join in.

"Ah well then, I was wondering if you could introduce --- " Marc's voice starts to fade out because Steven is too into the burrito.

But wait, why is he eating this burrito so fast in the first place? Steven thinks to himself for a moment, and the memory of Donna talking to him floods into his mind, making him yell out. "OH BLOODY HELL, DONNA PUT ME ON INVENTORY TONIGHT, I gotta go now talktoyoulaterMarc!!" Steven bolted out the door, clutching his work bag, leaving Marc *behind* disappointed; perhaps he could continue this conversation with Steven over the weekend?

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"No way... Marc, are you serious? You have a crush on Y/n?!" Steven can't believe what Marc has told him, this is even more shocking than the discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun.

"That is a childish way to say how a man is interested in a woman Steven, and I swear if you laugh at me-"

"No no no, why would I? Wow, good for you mate. I thought you would stick to fighting forever! With that silly old birb Khonsu, am I right Gus? " Steven exclaimed while sprinkling some fish food into the tank and missed how annoyed Marc looked.

'Tch, gimme a break' Marc thinks to himself while thinking about what Steven has said. Did he really spend that much time being an avatar? To the point where he gets lovestruck and doesn't even know how to talk to a girl?

"The main point is are you gonna introduce me to her or not?"

Steven feels strange after hearing Marc say that, what now? A guy who is not afraid of fighting and blood is scared of this sweet florist girl? "Why don't you just... introduce YOURSELF to her? Besides, I wouldn't know how to explain to her that you and I are basically the same, but at the same time we are not, bit odd init?"

Steven has a point though, it would be harder and more confusing if he told you about Marc. It seems like the only option left is for Marc to say hi to you himself (even if he wants to or not). God, how Marc wishes Monday would just come soon so he can meet you.

#marvel moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight fluff #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #steven grant x y/n #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #moonkight #fluff #oscar isaac

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minty-bubblegum · 7 months

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MOOTS LIST!! 💞💞

i just realized i have so many of yall :0 LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU <33

@duskymrel - my first moot on here besides moon!! :D a lovely person 💘💓

@twistwonderlanddevotee - an absolute sweetheart!! go give sofia love she deserves it <3

@silvers-numberonefan - kei !! another sweetie <3

@angelhairpastawithherbs - ROSE!! he helps explain a lot of shit for me,, and shes also very patient w me and not afraid to lmk their boundaries and im really appreciative for that <3

@eynnwwyjth - we havent interacted much but you seem very sweet!! :D

@citrusitonit - a very mean shithead (affectionate) anyway THEY STEAL ALL MY JOKE UNFUNNY STAR COMDEIN!!!

@dove-da-birb - another wonderful person!! excellent writing and i like to learn things from them too :3

@vtoriacore - ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL WRITING MWAH MWAH!! very kind too, give them a follow !!

@red-viewe - DEMONIC CRITTER THAT NEEDS TO BE RESTRAINED. makws very pretty writing and viette is pretbby.........

@carmensdia - we've interacted a couple of times and they're fabulous :D

@h3apm3ch4n151m - BELOVED SOMEWHAT. :3 i like them i can smell the silliness through the screen

@xxoomiii - kind soul!! her posts somewhat introduced me to ikemen :3 also i was informed by her that floyd wouldve have never been known w/o me being silly 😍

@xptobie - AHHHHH MY LOVELY ADORABLE ENDEARING DIVINE DARLING 💞💞💞💘 MY CUTIE PIE WIFEY BOOBOO BEAR PENCIL

@leonistic - im still new moots with them but !! THEIR WRIITINB !??!/// HWO ARE WE EVEM MOOTS THEYRE ETHERLA

@krenenbaker - ancient guy idk who he is /j HENRY I ENJOY SEEING YOUR ANYTHING ON MY DASH OR WHATEVER !! VERY ATTENTIVE AND WOW

@haruhar-u - always sends in stuff whenever i do ask games!! i like his poetry its beautiful!!!!

@saturnslastgoodbyes - silly goober!! im still getting to know them :3

@twst-om-lover - new moot!! cool guy :3

@theleechyskrunkly - literally the loml 🙄 we twinning w the silliness ong

@the-banana-0verlord - i havent interavyeed with them much but theu seem cool!!

@cheezy-moon - bitchless hoe love u

#its too late fot me rn #my eyes egtting eepy #my ears hurt bc i kept my headphones in pkaying music louldy #this took me 2 hours to make #i kpet getting distravted #also i kinda realized #i seem to be magneticallly attracted 2 tweel likers................#ill edit this in the morning #SORRY IF IT LOOJS LIKE I KINDA LOST ENERGY HALF WAY THROUGH THIS #I DIDNT THERE JUST SO MSNAY OF YALL!!!#long post #moots list #love yall pookies

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brigwife · 8 months

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Children of the Red King, Charlie Bone and the Red Knight: Part Six (FINAL!)

I've been putting off reading it because I didn't want it to be over - but all good things must come to an end...

Tbh, if there was a massive gong hanging up in my school, you can bet the kids would constantly have been daring each other to bang it so often that it would have been removed lmao. Manfred's teenage tantrum tho <3

my babygirl turning up in his silk jimjams and cracking jokes like he thinks he's at a slumber party with the girls 🥹🥹 (Slightly terrified by the thought of Ezekiel's "too short" nightshirt though. No crusty 100 yr old man balls, please 😥

Omg I LOVE it when the evil guys screw each other over and then get mad about it, as if any of them have any sense of moral decency asdhajfadj.

I love this I love this I love this. These crusty old Bloors really thought they could just hide up in their (ivory) tower and make other people fight their battles for them. WELL YOU THOUGHT WRONG, LADDIES.

Poor Dagbert is really having a time of it in these books, isn't he? It's just one shock after another <3

"Charlie Bone must NOT go back to school-"

I wonder how big the Vertigos' bathroom is that Emma can seriously get away with this without Olivia noticing lol. Considering we know they're very rich, presumably quite big. Also it's really lucky she didn't lock the door. Also surely that waistcoat must have been getting kinda gross after being worn 24/7 without being washed. Ew.

haha Olivia is literally the personification of that birb meme. Though it's likely she also knows about Emma's crush and is trying to be deliberately obtuse

A few seconds later? To me this suggests that Olivia must plan out her outfits the night before - because this girl probably has a FULL walk-in wardrobe, yet can always look fabulous at the drop of a hat

This is literally my only thought here

😂😂Mrs Kettle may a big ol' lesbian, but Paton Yewbeam is her exception. It was probably the sword that did it - let's be honest. And it's understandable, tbf.

Fido and Ben are so loyal and good hearted 💖💖

"What should we call him?"

I don't know, Charlie. Maybe his NAME?? 😭😭

LMAO Charlie doing a Bilbo Baggins and getting himself knocked out before the fight even begins

WHATTTTTT I DID NOT REMEMBER THIS!! 😭😭 I only remembered that he married Julia at the end so he must get better. But WHAT THE FUCKK??? Oh Charlie my poor lad. He's only 12 and he had to see that.

Lyell's been having the time of his life cosplaying as the Red King, and he would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling kids

So my understanding is, if Lyell had just hung around out in the open as normal after being unhypnotised, the Bloors would have done something horrible to him. So the big LARP-act was for his own safety as much as the safety of the kids he was protecting? It's quite a neat scheme, tbh.

MY BOY? MY BOY WAS ENDOWED ALL ALONG!!! 🥹 🥹 Does his pal PC Wood know?? Is he ALSO endowed?? Oh my god this just makes every interaction Paton had with the police so much funnier

Oh my goodness they are adorable. Adorable idiots. And the idea of Paton proposing from a hospital bed, probably with the nurses watching - I'd love so see it asddsfsdghh.

Also - I'm gonna file away Paton's advice to Charlie about getting injured to help your relationship away for if I ever write that Chabriel Merlin crossover that's living rent-free in my brain

Still the official organist after ten years awol?? Wow. I'd love to see the reaction of the cathedral staff when he just rocks up again like "ahh sorry, I had to take a temporary leave of absence, but I'm better now".

Old Ezekiel is a goner, but I refuse to believe Manfred died. Perhaps he was badly injured, maybe even permanantly - but he did not die. With the influence of Ezekiel gone, and humbled by the loss of their fortune, Manfred and Dr Bloor gradually become repentent. Dr Bloor gets a job in a regular school, and Manfred goes to uni to study interior design, and they scrape by. They even make-up with Bartholomew. Then when Julia gets pregnant, and the bookshop gets too small, Manfred offers to build the Ingledews a new home only at the cost of materials, as an apology for everything he's done. Emma helps him paint the nursery.

This little section where Billy got passed around the families like a spare part got me so sad :( I'm glad he finally gets officially adopted as Charlie's brother. Imagine if he had known that all that fortune was once almost his own... and tbh I kinda wish it was. I'm not a fan of the protagonist getting EVERYTHING in the end...

Is anyone else getting end-of-Matilda vibes from this? I love it so much - kids getting adopted, nasty headteacher getting booted out and new management taking over - everything ties up in a neat little bow. It's so sweet 💖💖

It just gets more sickeningly cute! And finally, Charlie acquires a great Yewbeam aunt who isn't a piece of shit! I headcanon that he calls her great aunt actually, just to wind her up 😆 But tbh, I stand by my headcanon that Paton takes the name Ingledew after they marry, to finally rid himself of all conncetion to his fucked up family 💖

And I just love the last paragragh. Emma and Tanc are cute, and it's a satisfying conclusion to the last 4 books of them dancing awkardly around each other

Welp. It's over. I guess now I just have to read and write fanfic...

#cotrk re read #children of the red king #charlie bone #IT IS FINISHED #this one was long and hard to condense into the 30 image limit lol but i managed it #the red knight

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amuseoffyre · 8 months

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For the emoji ask thing 🛒🦅🤗

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Hooboy. Only a few years ago I would have been absolutely adamant that no, I definitely didn't have any specific things. But I do. In spades. This goes for both original and fanfic work.

My top favourite spices to play with:

queer found family vibes

class differences and how that impacts on things

fish out of water finding somewhere they fit

NEURODIVERSITY FTW

people who don't generally get a mention in historical fiction

Hindsight is a thing and a half when you look back at the stuff you wrote as a teenager and think "wow, if a therapist saw this they would read me like a frigging book" XD

Feelings, scenes and the like, I'm much more scattergun with. I love trying different styles and genres. My original writing includes a 5-book series. Book 1 was futuristic sci-fi with historical drama, book 2 was police procedural where the crime makes no sense (unless you know about time travel), book 3 was the most romance-centric of the 5 but also extremely tense lost-in-time shenanigans, book 4 turned into unexpected corporate espionage and book 5 was... everything from the past 4 woven together :D Because who needs one genre? Make them market them all!!!! (and there's a reason they didn't do well 🤣)

The birb, I have answered (rather intensively XD)

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Have fun! You can't do it wrong. It's making stuff up! Go forth and make stuff up :D And if you do post and people are twits, you just need to remember you didn't write it for them. You made something you wanted and that's pretty frigging spiffy :D

#fanfic ho!#writing

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nextinline-if · 2 years

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omg congrats on 1k followers ur celeb now 😭😭🌹 i rll love what u do keep writing pls 💪💖💖anywhoozies here u go fanart + memes + mc reveal but i cant draw for my own sake😿 #NIL1KEntry

Wow 😍 these are incredible in every possible way! So amazing 😁 the Vivian bit = 💀 Ahhhhh! Honestly, your art is very lovely. Your MC, Constantinople, and Birb will be very happy together, I'm sure of it <3

Thank you so much for submitting this magnificence and also, don't worry, I got all your entries counted 😊

#NIL1KEntry #1k celebration #constantine dimas #goose lover #memes #thank you again :)

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fluffbeast7 · 1 year

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My perspective on my routine recently, but putting emphasis on my perspective on getting home. Because iii... want to! (All of this are real experiences, it gets more detailed as it progresses, i just really wanted to write this, for some reason)

-Wake up early

-Prepare for school

-oh god oh no backpack heavy uugh hungry aaarg

- bye bye kappa (my turtle)

-family car time go go go

-iz in school, this sucks. But its my last year so we push through. Adhd got me jingling my pencil with a bell on it, jingle jingle jingle!!

-school ends, now goin home

- first bus stop, hard to get to because i live in a city with so many hills- ouch my back. But we ignore that because songs be bangin

- plus, great time to look at every corner and up to the skies while i walk my way to the bus stop, maybe we see cool bug, there is a spider i always spy on to see how they are doing- rats, and birbs. But sometimes cars almost run over me, because i am distracted, oops.

- now wait for the bus, doesn't take that long, so i watch the pigeons and, i watch every person that walks by, everyone that i see is different, with different features, different moods, sometimes i see people laughing, sometimes i see people cry. not a single one is the same. Sometimes i see the same people, mostly because they work there or take that bus frequently

- i watch as the old man who seems to be blind walk around with cultural clothes from where i live, playing songs very loud. I watch as a kid passes by me with clothing with what it looks like to be japonese writing. I hear people speak in different languages, sometimes i cant recognize what language. different kinds of hairstyles.. some are playing games on their phone, some looking at me and-

-oop! Bus arrived, i prepare and take my card and bring my backpack with my hand, because it just feels better this way

- i see many people entering, i have 2 spots i always take, avoiding sitting down, too many people, kids, older ones, i never know who might need a chair better than me, i am happy to stand, because if i find my spot, everything will be fine

- i choose a song without lyrics and now i am reading a fanfic, the one i have been reading recently is "i see you, sundrop!" And i smile in the bus every time the scene delights me, and i frown when something suprises me, but only a little.

- i still see the activity on the bus, people who work at the mall, young adults talking about their first job, teenagers talking about their grades, couples flirting,, a person asking for money, a guy who happily hops and sings out loud a love song, and everyone looks at him. Teenagers in front of me look at each other and giggle, saying "i wish i was as happy as that guy!"

- now i arrived at the bus station, where i wait for my other bus to arrive. The bus station is where i try to avoid sleeping the most, i go there everyday but you never know the people you encounter (i will never forget the drunk person screaming at everyone, he even got hit by another guy)

- i walk to my spot and i see the same people selling the same things, this guy comes up to me, and tries to sell me a snack, i tell him no, i don't have money.

- i open up the fic on my phone, i am very aware a woman is looking at what i am reading, and i continue reading, even if she might read English. Because i wonder what she will think if she picks up that im reading about robots

- i see a person with multiple LGBTQ pins on their purse, good for them! I see someone reading a book, i see people asking what's the best bus to pick.

- i am invested on my reading, gosh darn this chapter is good-

- bus arrived, i take it, this time not many people take it, so i can sit down without a worry

-the bus has trash on the ground, i ignore it. I continue reading

- i look at the window, hey look! What animal is that? Looks like a reptile, that big, In the city? Wow, unfortunately, i didn't take a picture of that

- i wait till i can press the button, me and a lady come out, i almost fall in a hole, but i continue walking. i can't read while walking, so i change my music to something upbeat, i will be walking for a little bit so i jam to maybe 2 songs.

-i am already very tired, so i don't observe things just as easily- i finally reach my appartment, walking those long stairs and- shit its there that i realize how much my back is hurting

- i get home, change my uniform and pass out in my bed. Oof.

-the rest of the day is always different, but i eat, i giv kappa food, and thats it :)

#rambles #i like looking at things #i guess

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goldenpeng · 1 year

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@xianshen said: Your portrayal is the bestest Xiao, okay? I love how deeply you dig into his character, and do not shy away from the painful themes sorrounding him and is part of his lore. But you also let him have some good moments too, especially in our modern verse where he is a gloomy teenager ashshf. Also your writing is phenomenal and I love all pur interactions ❤️ 10/10 very good, much quality-wow. Best birb.

Don't make me come over there and hug you. Thank you so much Jen, your comments make me really happy. Xiao is so much fun because he has that A+ angst and cuteness potential, even more so with a lovely dragon dad like your Zhong <33 I adore your writing too btw, yes yes. I look forward to further shanenigans and tears. Never enough of those hehe.

#xianshen #––– ❛ call my name 【 asks. 】#-picks you up and does a little twirl-

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eviestevie-nametaken · 2 years

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Hi! I'm sending this on anon cus I'm shy lol. Anyway I recently finished what's been completed so far of Lucky to be Charmed and I just wanted to lyk that I love it!

The way Qrow and Clover's relationship develops, the way the traitor is foreshadowed and eventually revealed, all of that was rly well done! I thought the fight scenes were great as well. Also I'm weirdly happy about Clover also becoming a birb (ok but srsly kingfishers are such pretty birds I love them sm)!

Things seem to rly be building up to the climax, and I for one am super excited to see where it goes (absolutely no rush tho [genuine])!

Oh wow thank you so much! Don’t worry about being shy I understand ^-^ LtbC has been one of my absolute favourites to write and my first ever multi chapter story, so I’m really, really glad it’s been received positively!

#rwby #asks #anonymous #fairgame #fair game #thank you for the ask!#it is definitely reaching its finale and I wish I was able to confirm when this will be uploaded but at the same time this erratic schedule #has taught me to plan ahead for future projects!

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annabellemahnzahari · 2 years

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Tell me about your OCs!

I want to know:

Favourite food

Day job

Shoe size

Deepest fear

Preferred genre of music

Full name and all titles

Most embarrassing ship-related moment (if any)

Best friend's name

Bra size (if applicable)

Leisurely pasttime

Preferred mount, including name and any headcanons

All the scars they have (if applicable)

Favourite flower

Place of residence

Where they consider "home"

Skill level with regards to juggling (if any)

And one fact that you always want to talk about that is too obscure to come up in normal questions

- Signed, someone who wants to know about your OCs

WOW UHHH… okay lets do this!

FISH! Salmon, tuna, carp, etc makes Ann’s mouth water.

Shoe size 8

Performing idol career

Biggest despised is being ignored. She had nightmares of being boo’d off stage when she first started singing.

Ironically, Ann has no favorite genre of music! She enjoys all types depending on her mood.

Full name: Ann’abelle Mahnzahari, The Belle of the Shroud. Also goes by Ann or Ann’a.

Unshipped

Best friend is a shapeshifter fox named Rina Sune (no tumblr link unfortunately)

Booby size is 34 C ;) she wishes they were bigger

Always a workaholic, Ann enjoys writing, rehearsing, and singing to herself when she isn’t performing for others.

Ann gets around on her private Chocobo carriage mount but replace the default yellow birb with her own personal dark blue chocobo, stupidly named Chocoblu.

She once had several accidents and scorch marks aplenty in her youth as an aspiring thaumaturge but fortunately Rina saved her and helped her move on to better things. Nowadays, she’s very particular about maintaining appearances and removing any and all blemishes.

Chrysanthemums!

Lives in the Lavender Beds in Gridania, born in Ul’dah. Considers the Mih Khetto Amphitheater as her home.

Probably a decent juggler. There’s a sick ball joke in here somewhere I’m sure…

A fact I would love to share? How about a slight bit of irl flexing? I consider myself a decent performer in game because… i wanted to be cool RP bard… despite HAVING NO ACCESS TO ANY BARD CHEATS AND PLAYING ON PS4 CONTROLLER. I memorized quite a lot of in game music and can play em pretty fast now!

*inhale* holy crap that was a lot of words… THANK YOU!!!

#ffxiv rp #annabellemahnzahari #ff14 #bard #ask me things

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whirlybirbs · 2 years

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[ 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ] with our husband, our lovely husband, din djarin

✶ ——— REUNION ; d.d.

summary: din comes back to tatooine, and you both have tender confessions to share after nearly a year apart

pairing: din djarin x gn!reader, friends-to-lovers

warnings: bro i made myself emotional with this, fluff and comfort, a little angst, and a rlly fun make-out with din

a/n: it's like 2019, i am back writing for din again like a starved woman — enjoy some mechanic!reader content that i've alluded to in the past, but with a dash of OH HI YOU'RE BACK. the beautiful gif is by @hayden-christensen from this stunning set that made me sit at my desk and like the lisa simpson meme. you know the one.

"There's someone you'll probably want to see."

Fennec looks cunning when she says it, and she goes so far as to toss him a smirk over her shoulder as she saunters down towards the lower level of the Palace.

Din's footfalls falter momentarily.

Before he can even twist his frown away and grit out a follow-up question, he hears your voice.

Your voice.

Fennec can't see Din Djarin's eyes, but she can interpret the look. The well-kept expression behind the mask of beskar? That's surprise. The tension in his shoulders tells her enough. It's apprehensiveness that slows his steps. It's yearning that twitches in his fingers.

"I thought you said you were the best mechanic in the Rebellion—" comes a voice, far off in the deep cistern of a hangar.

"One," comes your voice, anointed with a grunt of disproval, "I never said that. Two, that's a hell of a lot of mouth coming from the kid who asked for my help—"

At your jest, there's a quiet clamor of laughter.

Fennec watches Din as the two hunters circle around the Slave I; her warm eyes are crinkled at the corners. It's a sense of satisfaction that's settled across her face. The soft, tender promise of this reunion... A non-promise in a swirling void of chaos. Fennec's gloved hand skims the bow in the ship's hull as she follows — and she waits in the wings when Din finally lays his eyes on you.

It's been months.

Nearly a year.

And you're here.

In truth, you'd never left.

You're under a... scooter? A colorful little speeder sits neatly on jacks, and you're on your back — rag and wrench in hand. He can see the bare skin of your arms, smeared with grease, and thick gloves that crawl up your wrist. Your boots scuffle a bit as you roll father back and let you a little curse.

"Seriously, what did you think would happen?" you huff haughtily, "The propulsion vents on this model aren't built for finer grit dune sand—"

You're lecturing a gaggle of teens. Scrappy, amused teens that are hanging on your every word — even when you raise a hand and waggle your wrench in frustration. They laugh a little, and Din feels gutted with a deep pang of longing. The same sort he's been wrestling with for the last year. But, this time, you're right here.

He's hardly put together that he's been standing there, a few meters from you, for a few seconds. Not until one of the teens, one with warm skin and a cyberized orbital implant, coughs.

"We have a guest," Fennec projects, spurring you to pause.

Easily, you wheel yourself out.

Sitting up is the easy part. Wrangling your goggles off your face, and smearing the sweat from your cheek isn't as easy, but it's habit by now. Days and days spent doing just this — not that you can complain. Fixing helps. Keeps you busy. Has you feeling useful. Hell, even that is an easy realization to come to.

All that is certainly easier than the jarring actualization that Din Djarin is standing right in front of you.

Din.

It's been months.

Nearly a year.

And he's here.

Like he never left.

In the same glittering, beautiful beskar — and you can see your breath robbed from your lungs in the reflection. Your wrench meets the pavement of the hangar, and you forget about any attempt at grace.

Scrambling up, his name is like a petal on your tongue. Its springtime in his heart and Din is moving before he can remind himself to slow down. Din is half-ready for the planetary impact brought about by your orbit colliding with his — in a dizzying spell of limbs and gravity. The collision is as gentle as a year of longing can be — not nearly as brutal as the nights spent alone, not nearly as hollow as the ache of forgetting the sound of someone's voice.

"Din."

He knows — deep in his heart — he's never heard his name said sweeter. Maybe it's the horrible, lonely circumstance. Or, maybe it's the fact you've wound your arms around his neck and you're proving him wrong, that he hadn't lost you when he left this planet on the promise of duty-owed. When he left you.

You can feel his gloves wind themselves tightly into the back of your mechanic's jumpsuit. You nearly trip as you push yourself up onto the tips of your boots and cling — hardly the reaction you'd rehearse in your head a thousand times. No, no you promised yourself you'd be tangibly cool, perfectly calm.

Truth be told, you're far from it.

You pull back, gloved finding the curved sides of his helm as you settle back down and look him over. An inspection, a breathless one, that's halted with the deliberate press of his helmet to your forehead. It's cool. Smooth. And his hands, you realize, have moved to hold your shoulders steady. To follow the curve of your arms, and to settle along your jaw.

It's a quiet reunion.

One that's watched by an audience, you remember, when Skad pointedly clears his throat and delivers a good-natured jab.

"I take it you two 'ave met, then?"

Din wishes you wouldn't pull away — not until he's finished the thankful prayer on his tongue. His hands fall to yours, and you squeeze them tightly when you turn your cheek. The entire time, he's watching you. Assessing the change. You've started wearing your hair in a new way. There's a wrinkle, between your brow, he doesn't remember being there before. He notes a new scar along the curve of your clavicle.

The entire time he's welcomed by the great Daimyo and his enclave of collected followers, his attention remains on the one person he's been unable to push from his thoughts. Fennec supposes there's something rather romantic about that — and even though she can't be sure that T-visor is trained on you the entire time, she knows well enough.

Din notes a litter of new scars along your knuckles.

During dinner, you try to keep your tender-mouthed yearning quiet. You have a hundred questions for him — but bide your time picking out the best parts of the prepared meal to bring to his quarters after. You plate fruit and meat and little bits of love carved right from your rib. You sit there, flicking up your gaze to find his attending look each time. It makes your heart feel heavy, and so you pile on more sweetsalt berries to his plate.

Laughter comes and goes as do the questions about his armor, conversations about the current politics, and full-bellied lull of a Tatooine evening. Somewhere, a balcony curtain billows — and the three moons hang warm and pink in the sky.

"I trust you can show our guest his living arrangements."

Boba's eyes are kind.

When you stand, gathered plate in hand, there are few questions — just heavy, tender looks from the Daimyo and his Master Assassin. Just a strong hand planted warmly on Din's shoulder in passing. A smile, even, from Fennec to you.

Din is quiet as he follows. The quiet tinker of beskar and the cool breeze of the evening air is all there is — even when you nudge open the door to his quarters. It's one of larger rooms, with a balcony and a rotunda and a bed big enough for a Hutt. It's not entirely dissimilar from your own arrangements.

As you set Din's dinner down on the table near the balcony, he speaks. The door slides shut with a hiss, and you steal a berry to tide over your yearning.

"I thought you'd be angry with me."

You flick your eyes to him. He's stopped in the center of the room. The sunset has settled into the glimmering curves of his armor, and you can't help but feel your heart tighten at the words.

"I was."

Din inhales.

Your expression is solid — but not cruel.

"For a while," you continue, "But, I'm not anymore."

"Why?" he asks in a quiet breath. It sounds far away through the helmet's vocalizer. Like a glacial rift tearing itself apart.

You frown — and almost immediately Din wishes he could take the question back. He watches you reach for another berry, and then you drift away from the balcony. Back to the center of the room, back towards him. You step around him for a second, like a star in orbit. Somehow, you find his eyes beneath the visor. He's always been struck dumb by your uncanny ability to do it. He's not sure if you know, but you've done it. The eye contact he so dreads, until it's you.

And then he feels home.

Like he never left.

You push the berry past your lips and shrug. You drop his gaze, and you turn your cheek towards the rising moons.

"Did you find them?"

"Yes," you're deflecting — and Din can play the game just as well, "I thought you said you were going to go home."

Suddenly, you look panicked.

How do you tell him he was home all along?

Your mouth goes dry, and you shrug away the burn of anxiousness.

You promised yourself you'd be honest with him if you ever saw him again — you promised yourself you'd ask him to never leave again, to let you stay by his side no matter the risk. No matter the circumstance. You promised yourself night after night that someday you'd see Din Djarin again and tell him exactly how you felt.

Your eyes are wide. The wrinkle he noticed before is back. He realizes it's one born out of worry.

"I..." your words slip away. You blink, then shake your head, "I was going to. Then, I realized some things."

Din wishes someone would take the dark saber and carve his heart out. It's the tension, the fear of admitting what you both know — and the edge of fear that perhaps it's not shared.

His voice is raspy. He takes a leap.

Quietly, he steps forward with his confession. "I should have never left."

You shake your head. "We both know you had to."

"They exiled me," he says, then, as he stands over you in the moonlight; Din's words are heavy and they sink into your heart, "And I had no one. All I did was think of you, every night I was gone."

"Exile," you breathe; you don't like the sound. You try to distract yourself with it, and not the crushing cosmos of feelings swirling in your chest at his pretty admittances.

"And then, I thought I'd come back here," Din says with an edge of fear, "And you'd be gone. And I'd never see you again."

You can feel the lump in your throat. You wish you had more of the spotcha at dinner. It would have given you enough of an edge to compose yourself, and not bow into Din the moment he touched you. Your cheek meets the smooth plate of his chest piece when he touches your hand, and you bend into an embrace that surmises a year's worth of unspoken feelings.

"I missed you," he says as his arms wrap themselves tightly around your shoulders, "I'm sorry I ever left you."

"I'm sorry I agreed to it, to part ways," you laugh shakily as you settle your chin on the lip of the beskar, "It was the worst mistake I ever made—"

His gloves hands are cool against your cheeks.

Again, with fluttering lashes, you find his eyes beneath the visor.

There are a lot of things being said between the words, and Din feels himself settling into them. You've relaxed — gone nearly pliable in his hands as you touch his knuckles with your own calloused fingers.

"Exile?" you ask mournfully after a moment of content quiet as you rub the curve of his thumb.

Din's gaze falters. "For showing my face."

Hurt flicks across your face. You know he could have lied. He could have told the Clan that no, he hadn't. But, Din Djarin is a good man — and in his truth, he'd bore the brunt of his punishment.

"But," he says after a moment, "I find myself... bargaining."

"Bargaining?" you ask with a wry look, one half-etched with confusion and half with amusement.

"I'd bear the weight of a thousand exiles if it meant I could kiss you."

Oh.

There he goes again, robbing you of breath — this time with words so soft and honest that you can hardly find the right reaction; and it worsens, when a gloved hand moves to tip the lip of his helmet back and the beskar bends the light. Blues and pinks and orange flicker along the rotunda, and you watch greedily as the warm skin of throat, of chin, of lips appear.

He's slow — tentative. The gap is closed with steady hesitancy that meets in an exceedingly gentle press of the lips. Your nose slots next to his, chin tilting, and you can't help the way you slip into bliss at the dreamed touch.

You hardly notice that the beskar falls to the floor when he really kisses you — you hardly hear the bell-like sound that rings in a year worth of want. Can anyone blame you? When a Mandalorian bends his creed to kiss you, soften his war-hardened hands to cradle you? You swear you'll never be able to love again, at this moment, and the Mand'alor holds not only the dark saber in his hand but your heart.

When he draws himself, slowly, away from your kiss, you keep your eyes shut firmly. The sort of thing you'd always negotiated when you'd first started feeling these things for him, back when you'd only been an impromptu live-in mechanic for the Razor Crest.

You can feel his smile tickle your cheek after a moment of quiet. Your own smile is big. Din, sans his helmet, huffs a little laugh from his nose. It's a nasally sound, a warm one. You know he's smiling now.

"I can save you exile," your lashes kiss your cheeks as you keep your eyes firmly shut, "I promise, I'm good at not looking."

You had, after all, spent nearly a year and a half aboard that small freighter playing this exact game — in tight living quarters with a Mandalorian meant snapping eyes shut at a moment's notice.

Then, a gloved hand cradles your face as he presses a series of kisses to your cheek. Over and over. Each is punctuated with a little bit more force than the next. And on the last, he keeps his nose to your cheek as he muffles a laugh. His voice is warm against your ear.

"Just open your eyes," he says lowly, "Before I offer marriage as an alternative."

You laugh and swat at his chest. But, it has you cracking one eye open.

And there's Din Djarin.

It's been months.

Nearly a year.

And he's here.

Like he never left.

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riotbrrrd · 3 years

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if you're still open to xv prompts, prompto and noctis with the word star ?

“That’s what I missed most, I think,” Prompto says, voice filled with sighs. His skin covered in goosebumps, visible even in the moonlight. It’s not the season for balconies and tank tops, not that it has ever stopped him. Still doesn’t, apparently.

Noctis smiles, grabs his closest hand.

“Wow. I’m gonna resent that.”

Prompto rolls his eyes.

“And you, obviously. Can’t believe you’re making me say it.”

For a moment, the smirk lingers at the corner of his lips, and Noctis is struck again by how much he’s still the same. Dark circles around his eyes, sure, and the few stubborn hair on his chin. A few scars he didn’t have before. But he’s seen how Ignis has changed, imbued with his new responsibilities. Gladio, too, had to adapt to being his own person, without a prince to protect. Iris is a whole different person, an adult and a fighter. Prompto, on the other hand, is just Prompto.

“I just mean. Yeah, the dawn is great. The sun is great. Really missed that asshole. But like… we called it eternal night but it wasn’t really night, you know? More like… fog. Smoke. And, even at the end, sometimes you could still tell if it was supposed to be day or night, but you’d look at the sky, and… nothing.”

Prompto, slightly taller, slightly bigger than Noctis remembers. Long neck offered to the moonlight as he stares at the sky, leaning back against the railing. Collarbones poking out. Gods, how has Noctis missed looking at him.

Above them, millions of shining dots, colouring the night.

“I was just so afraid, that night would fall again and it would feel like… but, look at that.”

Prompto, smiling, in awe of the normal course of the world. It was all worth doing just for that, Noctis thinks.

“I’m seeing,” he says, even though he’s not looking at the stars at all.

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janellion · 4 years

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“Man!” Bo tosses himself onto the bed, quickly rolling to pin you down in the sheets. “Too bad I didn’t get to race tonight; I was really looking forward to some zoom-zooms.” He nuzzles the nape of your neck. “Can’t have some random trying to steal my girl right? Maybe I should start hanging by the shop more?”

BIRB tysm for sending this in and for proofreading and talking a bunch of ideas out with me. you inspire me every day and i’m so happy to know you 🖤✨

glow in the dark stars

pairing(s): akaashi keiji x f!reader | bokuto koutarou x f!reader

genre: angst, pining

wc: ~1.3k

song recommendations: all i want - dawn golden x | i loved you first - joan x

a/n: this is a drabble written in first person POV. i’m thinking of making it into a series written in normal reader insert. i’d love any thoughts or comments or criticism on it!!

summary: can you love two people at once?

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My breath hitches in my throat and I feel my chest tighten and ache at his words. His face hovers above mine, having pulled away to shoot me a cheeky grin to round off his question. Our breaths mix between us, time stopped as this moment carries on for just a few seconds longer than it should, his golden eyes searching my face and showing, for the briefest second, that maybe there’s something more to his question.

Just as I’m about to respond, I feel a buzz at the small of my back, pressed into the blankets beneath me. I give Bo’s chest a shove with my knee trying to push his larger figure off me, “I’m not your anything. And besides, wouldn’t your girlfriend hate it if you started hanging out around the shop more?”

At my words, his eyes darken for a moment as he yields to my shoving and rolls onto his back next to me on the bed. “We broke up, actually,” he says after a moment of silence. “It was mutual and everything. It just,” he trails off, “wasn’t meant to be.”

Even though he’s trying to hide it, the sadness in his voice is unmistakable. My face softens and I roll onto my stomach, pressing the side of my arm against his as I take in the way his goldenrod eyes are trained on the ceiling and the clenched muscles in his jaw. “I’m sorry, Bo. She was a really nice girl. I always liked her,” I say gently, sitting up and peering into his face, trying to get him to open up and talk about it.

But, the darkness in his eyes fades with a small shake of his head as he swings his gaze from the ceiling to me. “You just liked her because she’s just like you,” he replies with a grin, his smile only widening as he sees my eyes widen and face flush.

“I— that’s not— she—,“ I splutter out, suddenly uneasy under his piercing golden gaze. Luckily, another buzz from underneath the blankets on the bed saves me from embarrassing myself further. I reach for my phone, flipping it over to see a message from Akaashi.

“I’m going to call Keiji,” I say to Bo, slipping my phone in my pocket as I climb off the bed. I feel Bo’s eyes following my every move and try not to think about the length of my shorts or the low cut of my shirt. It’s just Bo, I think to myself, you’ve been over him for years. It doesn’t mean anything that he’s single now. You’re not.

Making my way into the hallway, I hit #1 on my speed dial. It only takes two rings before a familiar voice, deep and measured and calm, rings through the speaker. “[Name], how are you? I wanted to call and say goodnight. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it over there tonight, things have been crazy at work.”

The sound of his voice sends a wave of relief through my body. “Keiji, babe, it’s OK, I promise. I’m excited to see you tomorrow,” I say, unable to keep the smile from creeping onto my face.

Akaashi chuckles softly over the phone. “I love you,” he says softly, the words so simple but loaded with emotion and weight from the years we’ve spent together.

“I love you too,” I reply, trying to convey the same level of depth and feeling that he does, but somehow feeling like I come up short.

“Is Bo there?,” he asks, after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, he just told me he and his girlfriend broke up. Did you know that?”

I hear Akaashi sigh on the other end of the line. “He told me this morning,” he finally says, voice heavy and laden with something I can’t distinguish. “Just —“ he hesitates, and I swear I can see his jaw clenching and his eyes squeezing shut through the silence, “Do you remember what I said when I first asked you out?”

My breath hitches in my throat, and I find myself nodding even though I know he can’t see me. He must be able to visualize me as well as I can picture him, because he continues after a brief pause, “My feelings haven’t changed,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “But I’ve been dreading this moment since that first day.”

My stomach drops, remembering his words from that day four long years ago: “I know you like Bo, but give me a chance to change your mind. I’ll put in the work that he never has.”

“Keiji,” I start, eyes squeezing shut as I try to shake the the sight of that piercing golden gaze from my mind, thinking instead of blue eyes, steady and deep, “I promise you’re enough.”

A deep sigh of relief rings through the receiver as Akaashi speaks again. “I trust you, [Name]. And I’ve always loved you. Be there for him if he needs it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With a soft, “Goodnight, Keiji” I bring my phone down to my side, gripping it tightly in my hand before relaxing, and letting my head lean back to hit the wall behind me. After a couple deep breaths to slow the pounding of my heart in my chest, I open the door to my room again, finding Bo curled up in the blankets, reading the book I’d left on the bed.

“How’s Akaashi?,” he asks, eyes lifting from the pages to find mine.

“He’s good, he says hi and hopes you feel better soon,” I say, perching on the edge of the bed before raising my eyes up to meet his, “Do you want to stay over? Like when we were kids? We can make another blanket fort, you always loved those,” I grin at him, the heavy ache in my chest that I hadn’t noticed until now starting to feel just a little lighter.

“That sounds perfect, [Name],” Bo grins back.

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After a night of blanket forts and hot chocolate, we find ourselves laying shoulder to shoulder on the bed staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars shining from my ceiling, the only light besides the moon in the soft darkness covering us.

“You brought those to uni, too?” Bo asks, softly, hand reaching up as though he was going to touch one, fingers lingering outstretched for a moment before he tightens his fist and brings it back to the space between us.

“Yeah, it was Keiji’s idea, actually,” I say softly to the quiet darkness of the room.

Bo doesn’t respond, only hums quietly in response as he goes to tuck his hands under his head.

The silence stretches on between us, and I want to say something, the urge coming from somewhere deep in my chest, but I’m not sure what. So I bite back the words that feel like they’re on the tip of my tongue, and it seems like Bo is doing the same.

Just as I start to think that he’s fallen asleep, his steady breathing is interrupted by a pause and a long slightly shaky exhale.

“I’m happy for you guys,” hangs in the air, the words seeming to echo off the walls and into the imitation night sky above us.

“Thanks, Bo,” I say, unable to turn to face him but wanting more than anything to see the gold of his eyes and the slope of his smile. “He’s really good to me. He makes me really happy,” I whisper softly into the space between us.

Bo lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his hands over his face for a moment before bringing his arms to his side, one hand reaching across the expanse between us to grip mine.

I feel the dry callused skin of his palm as he intertwines our fingers together, squeezing my hand before relaxing.

“That’s all that matters.”

☽

some folks who might be interested in this: @strawbirb @kuronekomama @sakusakxyoomi @anianimol @oyakags

i have so many ideas (ty birb!!) for this au, so it will likely become a series of drabbles/one shots. this is a bit of a sneak peak into what i’m imagining is the 3rd or 4th drabble in the series.

#goddess birb ✨💗💫#tysm for sending this in!!#wow this was a DOOZY #i was not expecting this to be the result when i saw this ask #but im rly happy w the direction it took #i rly want to write more for this au #birb prompted this by asking me: would you ever do fwb bokay?#heres the preface to that

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