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daydreaming-in-daisies · 9 months

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Relief (Jack White x Reader) [Chapter 5]

Author's Note: I have no idea who's about to read this since I haven't updated this since in like 2 years and the Jack White tag has tremendously died down since lol. Seriously, it's like a fucking ghost town in there sometimes. But I got bored and have honestly been wanting to finish this, so if you're still reading this or happened upon it then thank you!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of oral sex, unprotected sex (kinda... you'll see), soft domination

Summary: You're a massage therapist at a high end spa in Nashville and wind up getting Jack White as a client. After having your hands on him for an extended period of time, you decide to take things a bit further.

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"Lie down on the table." Jack whispered in my ear, voice deep and husky with arousal.

I obliged. A cold shiver shot down my spine as soon as I realized he would be taking the reins from this point forward. There was something about his tone of voice when he instructed me to lie down that evoked a sudden sense of eagerness from me. I was almost sure what was about to happen next. I was not only sure, but more than ready for it.

I unclasped my bra before standing up and tossed it to the floor. My nipples were completely stiff after having Jack's cock in my mouth. I looked up at him while he grabbed my hand to help me up. His eyes had briefly travelled down towards my chest, obviously to see what had been hiding under my uniform this whole time. He looked into my eyes before smiling and leaning in to kiss me once more. In the midst of such a euphoric moment, he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. I instinctually wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. His skin was comfortably warm as my hands roamed the back of his neck and shoulders, still lingering with the scent of peppermint.

The feeling of his lips against mine was nothing short of enthralling. He traced my mouth with delicate kisses while placing his hands on the undersides of my thighs to hold me up. His kisses were slow with just a hint of impatience, each one more electrifying than the previous. I gently winded my fingers in those loose waves of his while our tongues glided in each other's mouths. The rush of sensations we felt while kissing were maddening. His desire manifested in the form of hushed hums and groans. My excitement increased as our lips brushed against each other. We hadn't even had actual sex yet, but I still felt the same blissful, head-spinning sensation that occurs when I do.

Jack's torso felt strong and solid against my body. In combination with his arms wrapped securely around me, I felt a faint sense of protection from him. There was something about the way he held me close that made me safe. Within this dimly-lit room, all that mattered was making sure I tended to his needs and made him feel good. As our time together progressed, that feeling gradually evolved into something mutual.

I let go of his lips and tossed my head back, uttering a trembled "oh god" out loud through gritted teeth. Jack nestled himself in the hollow my neck and placed those ticklish-feeling kisses of his all throughout, causing me to slightly part my mouth. I was still soaking wet, this time, ever so subtly grinding against him to give myself a bit of alleviation without completely eliminating all of my arousal. Just barely moaning while doing so, Jack noticed this and seconds later turned and delicately placed me on the table.

Jack took a step towards the massage table and straddled me, careful to land gently atop me. Our communication had become almost totally nonverbal at this point. Our eyes met once again and all I could do was release a shy giggle, trying to contain my excitement as he smiled back and leaned in to kiss my neck again, this time taking care to travel further down and give the rest of my body the same treatment. His open-mouthed caresses steadily made their way down to my breasts as he tenderly placed his hands on my sides. His hand placement kept me comfortably still while I reveled in this docile state. His tongue lightly flicked over my right nipple, clearly a sensitive spot as my chest began to heave and soft whines escaped my lips.

My hips started to buck against him. He had just started touching me and I was already beginning to break down. I craved him. I craved feeling his weight on top of me. His hips hurriedly thrusting against mine. His cock buried in me, fucking me until my body went limp and I was mindlessly begging for him. I so badly wanted all of that. But at the same time, I wanted to be patient. I relished in adoration he was giving my body. He wrapped his lips around my breast while his tongue grazed against my bud. He lightly bit down on it before lazily giving tiny licks along my nipple. He transitioned to the left side, leaving my right glinting with his saliva.

"Yeah, keep going." I breathed. I tried my best to control myself, but he could hear the eagerness in my voice. My hand affectionately stroked the back of his neck. My eyes were becoming hazy while his hands gently caressed my sides in an up and down fashion. Almost as if Jack was trying to calm me down and keep me from any sort of early release.

"Just relax, sweetheart." he coaxed in a whispered tone. The warmth of his hands against my body gave me such a sense of comfort. I loved hearing his brief sighs and grunts while his tongue worked along my body. Every inch of me was on fire. The anticipation of what all of this would lead to kept me shuddering as Jack's lips traced my torso with wispy licks and nibbles. Every kiss he gave to my body evoked some kind of physical reaction, whether it was a desperate moan, a sharp inhale, or me simply squirming with impatience. His lips were down to my stomach, seemingly taking his time to tease me by slowly covering every square inch of me.

I realized he was teasing me in a similar fashion that I was earlier. His hands coasted down to my hips and carefully slid my panties off. Once my final article of clothing had been removed, his hands moved over to my thighs and pried them open with a look of pure hunger on his face. I was slick and completely wet, I was throbbing all for him. He noticed how wet I had gotten and ran his thumb over my clit several times, a needy whine once again left me.

"Oh, fuck." I cried.

He pulled me forward and buried himself in between my legs and started with a slow, yet bold lick. His lips and tongue were hungrily delving into me as he held me down by my hips. The shaky panting that escaped my throat only encouraged him to further work his mouth on my cunt. My stomach began to slowly but surely knot up as sharp, nearly uncontrollable throbs overtook my core. I was in love with the feeling of this man on me: his hands pressing my hips into the massage table, his head in between my thighs, his dark waves brushing against the skin on my inner thighs, his tongue sensually lapping at the most sensitive bundle of nerves in my body, my eyes rolling at the back of my head, and my body periodically convulsing at this intense feeling. All of this supplied my body with an unbelievable adrenaline rush.

"Oh my fucking god," I whimpered. My eyes were still closed, heightening the whole experience. I had become so sensitive to even the slightest touch that being eaten out felt so jarring. My breath had hitched at that initial lick and I had gradually fallen apart from there.

Shuddering in enjoyment, I lazily opened my eyes to get another look at Jack. His eyes were dark and trained on me. He made sure our eyes met while he slipped his tongue in and out. My mind had seemingly stopped working, as all I could do was release wordless cries and moans. His hands gripped me tighter has he continued to bury his tongue into my clit. The pitch in my breathing had crescendoed to pained high-pitched whines. My head was fucking spinning as he ate me out. All of our previous contact combined the sudden waves of pleasure I was experiencing had reduced me to a writhing mess begging to get fucked by the man whom I was supposed to be giving pleasure.

He removed his mouth from my swollen clit and lifted his head, eyes still focused on my lower body while prying my thighs open just a little wider than before. He sighed in contentment. His oiled chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took.

"That's right, baby." he cooed. He stared at me once again with a subtle smirk growing on his face. He longingly stroked my thighs with his veined, pale fingers ghosting over my skin. "Let me make you feel good." I had become so fucking brainless that I could only react with a stuttered "uh huh" followed by a lazy nod in agreement. He was definitely taking amusement in my desperation. He loved that my once professional demeanor had little by little deteriorated into a much more submissive, uninhibited personality. "Only fair, right?" he cutely chuckled, revealing that charming smile of his again.

I focused on his lips, which had darkened to a strawberry-pink color, glistening from having his mouth buried in me. Fuck. That was an image I was never going to get out of my head.

"Yeah," I purred, finally uttering an actual word.

He dipped his head into me once again. This time sucking at my clit, just knowing how sensitive I was. My lips parted, yet no noise came out other than a few tiny hitched breaths. "Jack." I whimpered, trying to get his attention. The way his tongue felt in me made me lightheaded. My body quivered in shock with every suck he took. He was taking all the time he could to explore me with his mouth. His left hand lifted off of my thigh and he slowly slid his index finger in me. My heart dropped and I instantly let a shattered moan escape me, this one much louder than before. My heart rate sped up as he steadily pumped his finger into me. The combination of both his finger and his tongue fucking me made me impossibly wet. I had reached a level of sexual stimulation that felt unreal. He gradually increased the speed of his hand movements while his mouth and tongue remained to flick and suck in smooth, unhurried motions. There I was, totally spread out and panting on the massage table in a complete light-headed daze with a stream of whimpers, squeals, and "fucks" fanning from my lips. The juxtaposition between the two paces only added to my stimulation. I was surely on the brink of an orgasm. Jack looked up at me again, the satisfaction clearly displayed in his eyes.

I felt Jack's hand adjust itself again, this time adding his middle finger and ever-so-slightly opening me up. I jolted up and forward, I felt like I had lost complete control of my body in the best way possible. The satisfied grunts that came from him after acquiring better access practically reverberated throughout my body. His tongue was buried even deeper in me with now two fingers slipping in and out. "Oh fuck, yes, Jack." I cried. Jack lowly hummed in return. It was obvious that I was about to cum. I had tried my hardest to contain my orgasm, but all that did was produce pent up sexual frustration that had to be released. Jack could surely tell.

"You want more, baby?" he whispered in between licks.

I closed my eyes and exhaled "please" in relief. In one effortless motion, his two fingers curled upward and made a smooth, rocking movement. Jack briefly removed his face from me and his glistening lips curled into a closed mouth smile and snickered at my plea. He upped the pace of his fingers, which had never stopped working. "That what you want?" His tone of voice indicated carnal desire laced with just a hint of snarky playfulness. His right hand stroked my inner thigh. "Oh my god," I gasped. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Fuck me." I begged. "Please fuck me, I'm so fucking close." His tongue met my folds again with more bold laps and sucks, still with his fingers rocking back and forth inside of me.

He started doing small pulses with his fingers and no longer could I contain myself. This absolutely did it for me. My back immediately arched, mouth open, eyes shut, head cushioning into the table with the most lewd and impassioned moan I had released yet. It was drawn out while my orgasm hit me with what felt like a sudden wave. My entire body convulsed as I came all over his mouth and fingers, which had become undoubtedly drenched with my cum as he removed his lips from me. His lips and chin were even shinier than before after such an overflow.

I collapsed into the table with a massive exhale. I stared at the ceiling and took a few moments simply to zone out, breathe, and allow my senses to calm. Jack took this opportunity to take a breather as well. In the midst of my daze, I felt a familiar weight on top of my body break my concentration. My head was slightly off to my left side. I felt him give a few light pecks along my jawline and I closed my eyes again. My arms wrapped themselves around Jack's body, hands skimming his back and feeling the softness of his skin. The physical closeness we had in this moment had me swooning. It was pure skin-to-skin contact, no clothing, towels, or other physical barriers to keep us from feeling each other. He felt my fingers faintly running all over his back while I felt his chest rising and falling atop mine. While I savored every little kiss he gave to my jaw and neck, he embraced the feeling of our hips pressed together and his cock getting practically taunted by my folds against him.

"That felt so good, Jack." I cooed in his ear.

"Oh yeah?" he whispered. A few strands of his hair were tickling the right side of my face as I hummed and giggled in response. "Everything you've done has felt amazing, darling." he continued.

His praise made me weak. "I just wanted to give you what you needed." I responded innocently, my hand now fondling the back of his neck. Jack's cock was fully hard again, still pressed against my core and practically begging for me to let him enter.

"Fuck yeah, you did." he breathed.

His hips started to move against mine, "you gave me exactly what I needed, sweetheart"

My lips parted, vocalizing a tiny, sharp inhale in response. "Oh god." I murmured.

Jack exhaled and lifted his body, adjusting his head to look right at me. I spread my legs further in response, gazing back at him with wide eyes that begged for penetration. His breath was hot and heavy, he was definitely on the brink of giving in and completely taking over my body.

"Time for me to give you what you need, yeah?" he placed his hand on his cock and began teasing my folds by rubbing tiny circles in me. My breath hitched and Jack let out a low groan. "God, yes." I moaned. I gave him a brief but lustful kiss to his lips, I could faintly taste myself on him. "Please." I begged. I reached my hand over to stroke his hair. "Please, Jack." I was so fucking desperate. No words were spoken from him, just light panting. Jack looked at me up down, still just barely entered in me. I felt his hips move again, this time rocking forward.

Finally. Fucking finally. Here we go...

#reposting bc i fucked up the tags last time lol #jack white smut #jack white iii #jack white x reader #jack white fic #jack white #x reader #fem reader #bandom fic #Third man records #The raconteurs #The white stripes #iii #The dead weather

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mairablue · 8 months

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Hi(^3^)/ I was wondering if you could write a story where mc meets Tauxolouve during a royal ball? Please add a bitter sweet ending. Thank you 💗

SCM- Department of Wishes

Tauxolouve ♐ - Together For A Day

A/N: Thank you for requesting anon.💓 This is my first ever Tauxolouve fic, so please have mercy on my poor soul.🥺 I hope you enjoy reading this. ❤

You found yourself standing on the balcony. The moon shore brightly, illuminating the forest below. The cold wind brought shivers down your spine.

In this otherworldly atmosphere, your thoughts wandered through the meticulously tended gardens of the palace, before serenely descending into the captivating depths of the encompassing woodland. Nevertheless, the tranquility of your mind was abruptly disrupted by the delicate resonance of a refined yet resolute voice, gracefully guiding you back to the present moment.

" May I humbly inquire about the motive behind your isolation amidst these captivating surroundings?" The gentle articulation of this inquiry was directed towards you.

" I came here to get some fresh air." you answered.

" Then, i hope you do not mind me being here?"

A youthful gentleman gracefully approached, his presence exuding both strength and gentleness, as he stood beside you.

" I do not." you said. " What is your name? " you asked as your eyes wandered off into the forest.

" Tauxolouve." he answered. " ( Name)" you offered your name in return. " Why weren't you dancing? Do you not like to dance? " he asked; his voice laced with genuine curiosity.

" I do. I just don't know anyone around here." you replied in a quiet voice, not willing to spare any more details.

" I see "

" Will you dance with me? ", he asked, extending his hand towards you, " I can be your friend, if you want? " he added with a smile.

His eyes held neither arrogance nor malice.

After some consideration you placed your hand in his and entered the ball room.

The talented musicians filled your heart with warmth and joy through their beautiful melodies, while numerous elegant couples gracefully glided across the dance floor, capturing your gaze. You exchanged a smile with Tauxolouve, who mirrored your gentle expression. Taking the lead, the two of you danced in perfect harmony with the rest of the couples, never separating from each other's presence.

The minutes flew by swiftly, without either of you realizing. He relished the time spent with you, and you also grew to appreciate his presence. The ordinary evening turned into a delightful one.

The melodies produced by the violins, harps, and pianos altered, resulting in the conclusion of that particular song.

The moon had risen high in the sky at midnight, and a sense of dread began to overwhelm you, compelling you to depart. Your face showed uneasiness, causing Tauxolouve, who had been closely studying your shifting expressions, to hesitate. He comprehended your feelings of despair.

" ( Name )", he said; his voice coming out as a wishper. " Will i ever see you again? " his eyes were solemn, there was a longing in his heart. " I don't know", you wishpered. You could no longer hold his gaze; those gentle brown eyes held a sadness which was unbearable to look upon.

Time was running out, you had to hurry. " Farewell my friend. " He held you hands one last time, softly placing a kiss on your knuckles. You put aside those forlone thoughts and met his gaze one last time. He put on his best smile, as if to say, he was grateful to have met you.

" Farewell." you said.

The door opened and you quickly slipped out.

#star crossed myth #scm tauxolouve #scm scorpio #scm aigonorus #scm dui #scm huedhaut #scm ichthys #scm karno #scm krioff #scm #scm teorus #scm leon #scm zyglavis #scm partheno #scm fanfic

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bywandandsword · 3 months

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🧭🌞🔥

🧭 - What led you to your practice?

It's a long story, so here's a much abridged version. I used to be Catholic and made it all the way through Confirmation, during which I took the name Brigid, because her stories just resonated with me for some reason. But when I was a junior in high school, I was trying desperately to feel represented as an afab person in my religion while at the same time delving heavily into witchcraft, which led be briefly to a sort of Catholic-Wicca syncretism, then just Wicca for a few months, then when I realized Wicca didn't make any gd sense to me, I switched over to polytheism proper. Some advice I found initially when I started looking was to look into the gods of your ancestors, so I started looking into Irish gods and Celtic Recon and I've been here ever since. For a few years I was syncretic with Norse Polytheism, but it feels like that chapter in my life is closed. Right now I'm focused on the Gaelic gods, but I also worship/work with local land spirits, Hades, Brythonic spirits, and will occasionally throw a petition to a saint on behalf of one of my Catholic family members

🌞 - Which deity(ies) are you closest to/do you worship the most often?

I'm devoted to Brighid 🥰🥰🥰 You'll note that I took her name even before I was pagan, so I like to think I've been her creature since the beginning

The second deity (I'm using that term because 'spirit' doesn't feel right) I devote a ton of mental space to is the Mississippi River. I tend to think of river spirits in terms of goddesses, just cause that's how they're normally depicted in the Celtic mythologies, and I haven't gotten the vibe that she objects with those terms. However, because I'm no where near the Mississippi River or her tributaries atm, I can't really work with her? It doesn't feel right, because my experience of her is so localized to back home. But in the spring when I can be outside for extended periods without turning into a popsicle, I'm going to start trying to develop a relationship with the Penobscot River in earnest. I cross her every day on the way to school. She has a lovely energy

The other deities I regularly devote space to are the Morrigan and Hades. They both got my attention during periods in my life related to death. They're not particularly vocal or active, but the crows make it clear they're still around

🔥 - Do you have a favorite myth or tale from your pantheon or others?

There's a few and I can't chose just one

The Tale of Oisín (Gaelic)

The Curse of Macha (Gaelic)

The Meeting and Marriage of Rhiannon and Pwyll (Welsh)

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight (Arthurian)

Raven Steals Fire (Tlingit)

The Tale of Wind Horse (Choctaw)

#Sword speaks

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voidendron · 8 months

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Ten Facts: Synnda V'ehsz

Tagged by @swtorpadawan - thank you! 💚💜

Open tag, tag me if u steal it so I can see >:D

Fact 1: Ood Bnar Connections

Synnda took strong interest in Master Ood Bnar from a young age. A scholar, as well as a Master who could study the dark side without ever falling to it, and highly respected by the Jedi of his time? Little youngling Synnda wanted to be like him.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise when he felt a pull to Ossus, and finally went there after dealing with Vivicar's plague - it was there that he was drawn to the location of none other than Ood Bnar's lightsaber crystal, though he hadn't known that'swhat he was seeking out until he found it. It resonated strongly with him, and he felt that his lightsaber was finally complete as he placed it within.

Fact 2: Dark Side Corruption

While he wouldn't fall to the dark side, dealing with the dark side plague left its mark on him. It marred his face in a way not unlike a Sith, leaving his irises too-bright and with a vivid orange creeping from his pupils, a slight glow in the dark, and the skin and veins around his eyes to darken. It caused him a great deal of anxiety when he first noticed it, as well as raised questions from the Jedi Council - but he proved time and again that he hadn't fallen, and it was just an unfortunate side effect of the shielding technique.

Even so, he took to wearing a mask over his lower face, as he found it seemed to soften his eyes and make him, in his own words, "less frightening."

Fact 3: Limited Expressions & Inflections

A contributor to his usage of masks, Synnda is well aware that his expressions and voice tend to be very flat and hard to read. At least with a mask hiding his mouth, others can read him a little easier with just his eyes, showing that he's not actually annoyed or indifferent.

He's trained himself some to fake a smile and more chipper voice for when he has to deal with particularly difficult people for negotiations and such, but he prefers to be more himself.

Fact 4: Prison on Zakuul

Shortly into Zakuul's invasion of the galaxy, Synnda acted as an escort for those fleeing to Ossus - however, as he lured Fleet ships away from the ship Nadia and some others were in, he was quickly surrounded. He and Felix were the only ones aboard the Serenity, and both were captured. They were separated shortly after, and Synnda would have no idea whee Felix ended up until they're reunited years later.

He spent four years in a Zakuulan prison, remaining by choice when he realized some of his guards had loose tongues and he could learn a lot from them. It was only when he learned the location of the "Outlander" that he broke himself out.

He'd lost a fair bit of weight due to Zakuulans not really being familiar with Zabrak diets, and his prosthetics were both in poor shape, but he escaped from right under the Knights' noses. There was only a single casualty: His guard for that day, a very young and inexperienced Knight who let his guard down. Synnda took no joy in killing him, but knew it was necessary.

Fact 5: One With the Shadows

He finds comfort in the feeling of a Force shroud, and is so adept with it that even an extremely skilled and powerful Force-user can have a hard time sensing him while he's shrouded.

He can also extend the shroud to another, though it weakens when he does this and both he and his companion have to step carefully.

Fact 6: Sacking of Coruscant

He witnessed the Sacking firsthand as a young Padawan. He and his first Master were on a speeder, attempting to reach an emergency medical tent so they could lend a hand, when their engine was shot.

They got into a bad crash when she lost control; Master Kila didn't survive, while Synnda was left needing his left arm, leg, and heart to be replaced with cybernetics. He wasn't expected to survive even after receiving the prosthetics, and didn't wake until a few days after the Treaty was signed.

Fact 7: The Barsen'thor's Students

After the Paladins of Odessen were founded, with Synnda becoming one of its heads of leadership, he began keeping an eye on Paladin recruits in an attempt to find some to take as his own students. He wanted some he could trust with the shielding technique, as he had a bad feeling it would eventually be needed again after he was gone, so he needed to pass on his knowledge.

The first to join him was an old acquaintance from Coruscant; he was surprised but not displeased to see Attros Finn among the wannabe Paladins. The two spoke for a while, caught up on the many years they hadn't seen each other, and Synnda extended the offer to personally train Attros to be a Paladin.

Next was Parrakh Djal, who the Alliance had taken in after he led a rebellion against his slave masters. Synnda noticed his interest in healing, and kept an eye on his trials before deciding to take him as a student.

Third was the far younger Hera, a young Pantorran girl Nox's team had discovered hiding out in a tomb. Synnda and Nox more or less ended up raising her, and she was eager to become one of his students.

The three of them, along with Nadia and Lina, learn his healing, shrouding, and shielding techniques so they may continue aiding the Alliance after he's gone. Albeit, Nadia and Lina more so help him with the training of his students, while also picking up on whatever training they didn't know before.

Fact 8: Dark Side Studies

As Ood Bnar before him, Synnda took interest in studying the Sith and dark side of the force. It was a concern of the Council's for a long time, and - as mentioned before - the visible corruption that the shielding technique caused made them worried, especially paired with his studies.

However, he's always carefully walked the line and never been at risk of even using the dark side, let alone falling to it. Instead, it serves as a point of knowledge that not even many Jedi had, allowing him to more accurately judge their enemy, enter Sith tombs without casualty, and even draw a number of Sith to the light.

He tapped into the dark only once: On the Alderaan Star Fortress. Darth Nox doesn't speak of what happened to Exarch Draya (watching someone get crushed half to death then dropped into a sun reactor was horrifying even by what he was used to seeing, after all), while Synnda tries to avoid the subject; his guilt for what happened aboard the Fortress still surfaces when Draya is brought up.

Fact 9: Commander AU Wardrobe Overhaul

In his Commander AU, he abandons his usual white robes and mask for something more practical of a military leader. His outfit takes more inspiration from a Jedi on the frontlines rather than one who focuses on diplomacy: Durable pants, protective armor, a flame-resistent robe.

He also knew white as a military leader....wasn't particularly optimal, so settled with darker colors despite his dislike for wearing them.

The goggles were an addition he settled on later; Valkorian's presense in his mind made his existing dark side corruption have a strong reaction, turning his eyes red-orange and significantly darkening the veins around them.

Fact 10: Role Reversal's Silent Assassin

In the Role Reversal AU, where Synnda swaps places with Qizulth to be the Sith Inquisitor, he begins his "career" as a Sith's personal slave and assassin.

He undergoes a number of "enhancements" as direct results of his aggressiveness toward his master, including the loss of both hands for attempting their murder, and later his tongue for speaking out of turn despite multiple warnings.

It's highly suspected he did eventually murder his former master so he could go to Korriban (as he did his best to hide Synnda's Force-sensitivity so he could keep him), though no proof could be found at the scene that he was involved.

Surprisingly, he mellows out considerably after the fact - though Harkun quickly finds himself on Synnda's short list of people who would lose their head when he got the chance.

#swtor #jedi consular #sith inquisitor #zabrak #tales from the void #voids ocs #oc: synnda v'ehsz #inquisitor!synnda #outlander synnda au #10 facts meme #long post #this was hard to do on mobile sorry it took so long lakskdkd

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flightfoot · 2 years

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It's okay if you can't answer this, but I got this fanfic idea that's having trouble taking off cause I'm not sure how to characterize Marinette for this. The concept is sort of a two-way Kuroneko extended edition jumping off an Ephemeral alternate ending. Time stayed unstable for a little while longer, warping people and things in and out of the present - including Chat Noir and now there's a new cat who got warped in his place. So basically, Marinette is stuck with this new cat like in Kuroneko, but without the twist of having the cat be also Adrien. It's only for like a week, as Bunnix has to iron out the time stream before she can send the cats back to their rightful timelines.

Calico is the Black Cat wielder from the future. She is completely different from Adrien - she's a little older than Marinette, a sly pragmatist, a consumate professional, used to taking the lead and having her bug follow, prideful, confident, a bit of a troll, outspoken and not afraid to rock the boat to fight for what she believes is right. She's got a softer side though, especially for people who takes superheroing seriously (always idolized heroes, lowkey admires her own bug partner). Also as a revelation, she'll turn out to be a descendant of Lila - a major blow to her pride, having an evil ancestor. Calico even has major Lila vibes, but with heroic intentions.

Calico's character is meant to cause friction with Marinette, like Calico's similarities to Lila can make Marinette biased against Calico or Calico's skill with the Black Cat Miraculous is a harsh reminder of Chat Noir's true potential Marinette is unintentionally hindering cause she won't let him in on her guardian stuff (as her new tricks were stuff Adrien will eventually iron out post-reveal).

Calico's arch around Marinette is meant to go from "OMG I'm actually meeting the living legend Ladybug!" to "Ah. So this is why they say 'never meet your heroes'.", only to eventually evolve into "She's been through a lot for a kid her age. Actually kinda inspiring. I can see how this klutz(affectionate) could grow up to be history's greatest Ladybug".

But I'm having trouble figuring out Marinette's side of things.

(Meanwhile, Adrien gets stuck in the future with Calico's bug. Their side is a little easier to picture not going too far with the salt cause Adrien doesn't tend to escalate situations as much as Marinette. Bugboy is a natural mom friend who can both be stern with Adrien but still be nice.)

I'm hesitant cause I'm not sure how to balance some of Marinette's nicer traits with some of her worse traits that Calico will surely point out or trigger. I don't wanna go too far into the salt but this oc of mine just seems destined to aggravate Marinette. How do you think Marinette would deal with a person like Calico?

A quick note about salt, first: it's not really the fact of "pointing out something negative about these characters" that's a problem, but more when it's blown out of proportion, or is out of character more generally. So long as you are fair to the characters, keeping in mind their mindset and reasoning for making decisions and giving those reasons due consideration, as well as identifying when one of their other traits will stop them going too far, you'll probably be okay.

Like for instance, after "Ephemeral" aired, I was really unhappy with Marinette, since well, she betrayed Chat Noir's trust on a pretty fundamental level in that episode, and that betrayal never really got addressed. So I wrote a fic to help deal with that, to work through it, and to help me feel more positively towards Marinette by using some her more generally positive character traits - her compassion for her friends, and willingness to own up to her mistakes and to fix them as best she knows how, once she realizes she's made them - to have her realize that she ended up hurting Adrien, even though he didn't know that she'd tricked him with the identity reveal, and have her resolve to make things right, by fully disclosing what she did, and what she was thinking when she did it, and allowing him to make his own judgement on what he wanted to do next, even if she didn't like it.

In a case like this, I tend to think of positive character traits - or ones that are positive in the particular context anyway - as limiting factors. Like yes, your main character can be unfair or petty or have biases, but there are lines they won't cross, things that will cause them to reverse course.

From what you describe here, I think Marinette would immediately be biased against this new Black Cat, especially if she reminds her of Lila. Don't forget, Volpina pretended to be a superhero at first. It definitely wouldn't help that Marinette's already stressed and snappish and anxious about not having Chat Noir by her side, so a "replacement" that seems like Lila isn't going to help matters - she may well make the same assumption that Chat did in Hack-san, and believe that Calico is a villain of some sort, and it would probably take quite a bit to persuade her otherwise. Marinette can be pretty stubborn once she has a view of someone in her head.

What would be a limiting factor here, I think, that would stop her from going too far, is if she saw some sort of emotional vulnerability from Calico, saw Calico being hurt by her words. That's what got her to see that there was more to Chloe in Malediktator, after all, is Chloe opening up about her feelings and vulnerabilities. Marinette doesn't like seeing people hurt, even people she doesn't like, and she doesn't kick others when they're down.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #kuro neko #marinette dupain cheng #ml analysis

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cursedxartist · 1 year

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Unprompted | ACCEPTING

@guiltscorched said: "if, perhaps... you'd be willing to stay with me for a while?" the offer is extended rather less assuredly than usual: carrying with it a sense of uncertainty and the merest hint of fragility. yosano, clutching a warm mug of tea tightly between bare palms, watches scarlet as if debating whether her request will be a bother to them. "your presence would be a comfort, right now."

The end of the work day, silent if it weren’t for Kunikida sorting through the last of the paperwork just down the hall. A quiet restlessness BUZZED in the air as lingering members itched to go home - aside from these two. Scarlet was Yosano’s last patient for the evening. The artist had stayed long past their welcome, their appointment having ended ages ago, but as the day proved peaceful, the doctor needn’t tend to any other patients, and she always seemed to know how to TUG them into conversations which naturally stretched LONGER and LONGER without either even noticing just how much time had passed.

The last of the lights flicked off, aside from those within Yosano’s personal clinic, and the distant sound of a door shutting pulled Scarlet from their thoughts, It was only then did they realize how late it was - everyone else had gone home, the two were now ALONE. Just as they were about to make their polite exit, apologizing for occupying so much of her time, Yosano once again beckoned them to stay. The... almost meekness in her voice caught them off guard, immediately they practically dropped their bag and cloak where they stood, standing by the other’s side in an instant. They knelt on the floor by her chair, making themselves smaller in this hint of a vulnerable moment; while not the best at comforting, they did not want to come across as imposing.

❝ But of course, ❞ they murmured, voice so soft as though speaking too loudly would cause the woman’s ever unbreakable resolve to suddenly SHATTER. They stood slowly, brushing lithe fingers against the bare skin of her arms in an attempt at a comforting gesture, digits frigid as ever.

❝ How about... we have another cup of tea, ❞ Scarlet proposed, already brewing another pot of hot water, ❝ and then, if I may, I can walk you home. Hm? ❞

#[ 🌹 | this better be worth my while { ASK } ]#[ 🌹 | i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine { IC } ]#[ 🌹 | the things that make you special are what make you strange { V; BSD } ]#[ 🌹 | a love so pure you could call it violent { YOSANO | guiltscorched } ]#[ hnnnnn soft ]#guiltscorched

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geekyglimpses-nest · 22 days

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Hello fanfic community 👋🏽✨

I'll come clean, I might or might've not taken a few glasses of wine before I actually wrote this to gather some courage because finally doing this has been such a f*cking nerve wracking experience, that I couldn't actually make myself do it sober. So here I go...

First of all I'd like to introduce myself to you (you may also check my bio for a shorter intro, this one will be a bit more specific and extend) P.S, English is not my first language so if I make mistakes, be patient with me, I'm only human and I'm a very easy to break human.

My name is Eli (she/her) but on this platform my artistic name is geekyglimpses-nest (I'll explain more about this later on). Very early in my life I always found so much comfort and peace within the fanfic community because as a professional daydreamer (and also a girl with ADHD) I constantly catch myself creating fictional scenarios about my favorite movies, series, songs and books, because sometimes the content that is given to me isn't enough to feed the monster of imaginations in me, and also because I tend to overfixiate a lot over the things I love, like literally I can spend hours talking about the shit I love, so because of this I will always-till the day I die- defend and protect the fanfiction community, because it gave me so much when I was going through rough days and shit like that, and it still does, and I want other people to find that place and love they need in here, like I did.

Like a lot of fanfic readers, I started as a 13 year old Wattpad reader and something I can say about that period in my life as a reader is, I'm still scared about my library when I go back to look at what I used to read, not very proud of some of the content I read (contradictory? Maybe) but seriously some of those are actually scary for the 22 year old woman of today that is writing this, the content of some of those reads is concerning to feminism. Then, at 15 I moved here, to Tumblr, but I didn't felt I was finding what I was looking for so I went back to Wattpad again, not so shortly after I stopped reading fanfiction completely because, like a lot of you might understand, I got embarrassed because people continuously laughed about fanfic readers and writers, now looking back I think is so stupid. I think we all have the right to like what we like without feeling embarrassed or being bullied (that doesn't harm others of course)

I do acknowledge that most of the content in wattpad I use to read is not okay anymore to me because it's plagued with so much twisted shit about what being a woman in a man's gaze is, femininity, sex, our bodies, body shamming, slut shamming and so much more I could talk about that is so wrong, I can even say that some of those stories fucked me up so bad and it took a lot of therapy and healing for me to realize that those definitions were so wrong. But I can't forget that there were other stories, that I still go back to, that give so much comfort, peace and understanding.

So about three or four years ago I came back to the fanfiction community here on Tumblr, and through this community I also found AO3, which to me, is a completely different roller coaster, I feel like to be able to read stuff on that platform you have to have reached a whole other level of maturity to appreciate the delicate and exquisite taste of those writers (I'll also dwell on that later, cause this introduction is being longer that I'd like) On the time I spend away from the fanfiction community I was able to educate myself in other genres and styles of writing and literature, which one would think would push me away from this community, but it didn't It was actually one of the reasons I came back. I'd missed it so much, I missed the feeling I felt when reading a good fucking fanfiction story. And also I never stopped daydreaming and creating fake scenarios about my favorite visual, writing or sound stories, it actually just kept growing to a point where I needed somewhere to express all of the imagination and craziness that lives rent-free in my brain. So I just started writing for myself, to calm those impulses to see-in some way-what I daydreamed about all time, I thought: "Yes that'll do it, that'll fix all my problems and I'll be able to live a peaceful life" HAHAHA how wrong I was. And then I started reading about how other writers felt the same and how much it actually helped to put their work out there and so here we are now... Me trying to see if I can find a group of people/community that want to kick their feet and giggle with me about our fanfiction and also find a place where to store and keep my ideas and imagination (please be kind to me, if not I will cry)

Shit... It's been this long and I haven't even finished introducing myself... Sorry I tend to do that, I start wanting to talk about something and I end up in a completely different place.

Like I was saying, I'm a 22 year old mexican feminist woman, who's studying and working to be a film producer, writer and director. I'm also an artist who's really struggling to succeed and make a name for herself in an almost completely man dominated industry in a very misogynistic country (I'll also talk about that later on, please remind me) I love reading all types of genres, my favorite fanfictions are almost entirely marvel or star wars related, I just can't resist myself (I'll be more specific about this one too) I love movies, specially good 90's or early 2000's romcom's but my tastes are not limited to that, I love music from the 70's till the 90's. I'm a woman that likes to fight for what I stand for and my beliefs with sword and shield. I also struggle with depression, anxiety, POS and ADHD. I cry a lot and I can laugh a lot. I consider myself to be an extremely sensible and empathetic soul, which is why the current state of this world breaks me every day I pick up the phone. But I also try to make the best out of the worst and just live for what makes me happy and brings joy into my life. I'm also a firm believer of live your life and let others live their life, nobody asked for your incredibly homophobic, fatphobic, transphobic, capitalist, ignorant, white opinion, thank u, if you're that person please kindly see yourself out of my profile.

Anyway... I think I'll leave it at that for the moment, if I remember something important about me that should know I'll update this post.

With love, geekyglimpses-nest out.

See u in the next post.

#fanfiction #blog intro #be kind or I will cry #hello tumblr #fanfiction writer

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dearweirdme · 10 months

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Do you think that Taekook have ever broken up? I used to think that it was unlikely because some sort of dramatic change like that would be pretty hard to miss and mask, but I think my opinion has evolved a bit. I think it's likely they have broken up in the past, but it wasn't a traditional sort of break up, so a dramatic shift was never felt. Most of the time, when people break up, they usually cut contact not long after, but this would've been impossible for them. They had to see each other every day and they even lived together. So I think if they ever tried to break up, it never operated like most people would think of a break up, and the term break up was probably used pretty loosely. Obviously this is 100% speculation but I can totally picture them deciding to end things and trying to distance themselves but then realizing they still have to interact all the time (and probably just wanting to interact with each other tbh) and quickly going back to acting like a couple without even being aware of it. Just curious what your thoughts were!

Hi anon!

Well, I won’t dismiss the possibility… because we don’t see every moment of their lives and maybe a real short kinda breakup is possible to hide. There have been moments that Tae and Jk were awkward-ish maybe.. and could that be because of a possible breakup… I don’t know, I tend to think those moments are caused by the having to hide their relationship in general.

I don’t think they’ve ever seriously broken up with the intent to stay broken up. There’s nothing that points to that to me, and I do like to see a little bit of evidence for things. I think they had a really rocky start, with a lot of push and pull over a rather extended period of time. But I think once they became serious they really went for it and I think the way their relationship works and the way their characters fit pulled them through the tough times. I think BTS as a team is also protecting Tae and Jk a lot (with emotional support, but I also think by watching out for too intense moments). The way I see things, is that Tae and Jk have consistently been real close and comfortable around each other in every period of their career. A real break up would have (maybe only momentarily) shown some distance on a certain level i think. I also think it might have been visible in other members reactions. So maybe a spur of the moment kinda breakup of a few days (though, I also kinda doubt that.. but it is possible)… but not a serious one.

#taekook

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mentalhealthcounseling · 2 years

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Self Compassion in Mental Health Recovery

There are many challenges we face in our quest to recover for ourselves. Fear is a normal part of our past experiences. Fear can come in many forms. These fears can make it difficult to accept ourselves and our difficulties. These fears can make it difficult to accept the world as it is. These fears can make it hard to accept yourself in a loving way.

It is unlikely that we will make any progress in our recovery if we don't love ourselves. Being compassionate for yourself will help you see your illness clearly. It removes the barriers your ego puts in place before you can make changes. We can see the good in those who have hurt us by adopting a compassionate perspective. This helps us accept the fact that we have a condition. You will also be able to see the effects of your disease on others in a different way England Recovery Group.

My mental illness led me to realize that mental illness affects more than the mind. It can become a condition of the heart. Years of suffering can cause deep pain and even death. These hurts can be so deep that we cannot grow without compassion. suggests that emotional maturity is a mind that doesn't judge, that forgives and that loves oneself. It can be difficult sometimes to see ourselves in this light.

While researching, I looked at what other publications had to offer about self-compassion. And how one could empower themselves to accept and love themselves. A simple light switch can help you become self-compassionate instantly. Self-compassion takes a lifetime. This perspective can be clouded by pain. It is instructive to observe our pain and then learn from it. This is part of self-compassion. The ability to see the things that cause us suffering and to be able to let go of them can transform into the ability to conquer the death grip associated with our pain. It can help us to stop pitying for ourselves and free our mind, body, and spirit.

What does it mean to be self-compassionate? Complicity literally means "to suffer with". To have compassion for yourself, you must recognize your suffering. This suffering must be viewed in a loving and kind way. It is important to be open to seeing the disease as it really is. Our experience has shaped our egos. This experience often comes from the process of becoming a social being. We become accustomed to hearing the outside voice telling us what we are not good enough from another person's perspective. These voices can be convincing and we tend to take them as gospel. This will destroy our self-worth.

Self-compassion goes beyond self-esteem. Bullies can feel quite good about beating up someone else. One person might think highly of himself and not see beyond their own needs and wants. You must be able see yourself clearly in order to make good progress in your recovery. It is important to let go of all judgments and condemnations. You must see yourself as warm and accepting. Accept that there will be some bad days during this journey of healing. There will be some pain. Self-compassion allows us to accept what is and gives us perspective for how we can change the future.

Karen Neff PhD is an associate professor at The University of Texas at Austin. She says self-compassion has three components. Self-kindness is the first. Self-kindness helps us see our failures and suffer with a gentle perspective. It also helps us understand that bad things can happen to good people. Self-kindness allows us to overcome self-hatred, judgment and other emotions. Both the past and the present can be allowed to happen.

Self-compassion can be extended to the realization of our humanity. We all have experienced suffering, pain, and struggles. Realizing that we all experience these things helps us understand that not only is it okay for us to have them, but also that other people may be experiencing them. This helps you to forget that you are not the only one suffering from a problem. It makes us feel less isolated in our pain. It helps us to be less critical of ourselves and others.

To practice self-compassion, we must take a balanced view of our thoughts and emotions. This means that we need to cultivate a space within ourselves where we are aware of our thoughts, and how they affect our behavior. This balanced approach requires that we develop our minds. Mindfulness is a term that describes the development of our minds. Being aware of our thoughts, feelings and how they affect us can help us to deal with them more openly. This is a natural thing. We cannot deal with our deepest fears and judgments if we don't recognize them. They can control us, but not us. Acceptance will come eventually, even if you cannot control the thoughts and feelings.

#Mental Health Recovery Services

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dreamlegend · 3 years

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So turns out some of the disney movies on the finnish disney+ have the french dub as an option, which is amazing. I started studying french again after a break that was wayyy too long ( like 9 months oof) but I’m back at it now with new motivation

I’m not even close to that level yet where I can understand spoken french that well and the french subtitles don’t match word for word which is confusing, but it doesn’t really matter if I’ve watched that movie dozens of times and know what they’re saying anyway. I could use this to practice listening to french and try to discern different words from it while also studying on Duolingo

#I'm gonna try and study every day but not go overboard like last time so that I'd have to take another break #cause those tend to extend without me even realizing it #I mean what even is the passage of time #anyway it's study time #DL talks crap

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Malleus, Riddle: Party of One No Longer

To me, the most interesting part of Malleus’s birthday interview was when he marveled over the miracle that is online shopping 😂

Imagine this...

Surviving alone on a deserted island was no challenge for him. In his eyes, every dorm was a kingdom waiting to be conquered. A young mage of frightening skill and strength, feared by all.

He was Malleus Draconia.

Riddle warily peered at his upperclassman from the top of his clipboard. Malleus had technically provided answers to each and every question, but... “... Were those truly adequate responses for the interview?”

The fairy, who loomed over Riddle’s tiny frame, frowned. “I believe I did as I was asked. Do you wish to redo it?”

“No,” Riddle said quickly. The last thing he wanted was to upset Malleus--he hadn’t come for a battle, but to fulfill a duty. “No, I suppose not. Please, do carry on as you were.”

Malleus held his gaze for perhaps a second or two too long. The corner of his mouth tugged up into a smirk. “You have no need to be quite so uptight, Rosehearts. This is a party, a celebration. Be at ease. I insist that you eat, drink, and be merry--”

He lifted a hand, and at once, a vacant chair from a nearby table rocketed to him. It slammed into Riddle’s back at an angle, causing him to lose his footing, drop his clipboard, and fall into the seat. With its new captive in tow, the chair magically maneuvered itself to a sweets-laden display.

Riddle blinked.

“--for you are my guest,” Malleus finished, reappearing at his side.

“This...” Riddle hesitated, choosing his every word with the utmost caution. “This is very generous of you. Such a sumptuous spread is like something out of a child’s fantasy.”

“Oh? Was I incorrect to assume that you would enjoy such a thing?”

“Wh-What...!!” Riddle’s face flared red. “Are you calling me a child?!”

“Fufu. I meant nothing of it.” Malleus leaned against his chair, the emeralds of his eyes half-lidded. “There is a bit of childishness in all of us. A piece of innocence we wish to cling to, no matter how dark and depraved the world may be to us.

“We hold responsibilities that we must tend to. People who look to us for guidance. The image of a strong, capable leader to maintain. Those few precious moments when we are allowed to set our inner child free... Is it so wrong to relish in them?”

“Malleus-senpai...”

He’s addressing me, but it sounds as though he is just as much speaking to himself.

Something in Riddle’s chest twinged when his eyes met his upperclassman’s. There was a darkness that had emerged from the green of his irises, something familiar and raw and melancholy. The same look that Riddle had worn all throughout his own childhood, on the inside looking out.

Loneliness.

“I think I understand how you feel,” Riddle said at last. “Time can steal away from us before we even realize it... but there is no rule prohibiting us from enjoying ourselves while we still can.”

“You catch on quickly.” The fairy prince chuckled, flicking his wrist.

Silverware danced, spoons and forks and knives gliding through the air. Blades sunk into cakes, tarts, and pies, cutting up slices and sliding them onto clean plates. The single servings of dessert closed in on Riddle, presenting themselves in a ring like potential suitors at a grand ball, each vying for his attention.

“Take your pick,” Malleus crooned, waving a hand over the options.

Riddle stared at him quizzically. “You are the birthday boy. It would be rather impudent of me to indulge myself at this celebration without your grace.”

“I have come to terms with the fact that I am not welcome at festivities,” Malleus replied bluntly. “I have said as much for my interview, yes? I am used to being by my lonesome. You have no need to take pity on me. Or does tradition obligate you to do so?”

“... I do not claim to know what goes through your head, but know this: it is not out of obligation or pity that I extend this offer to you.” Riddle stubbornly shook his head. “You are an individual worthy of great admiration. An excellent student, mage, and leader... I could ask for no better dining companion.

“Malleus-senpai.” Riddle paused to clear his throat. “Would you do me the honor of having a slice of cake with me? Not as a dorm leader, not as classmates, but as equals. As the children that we are, liberated from our everyday duties and demands.”

“Rosehearts...” The surprise on his face soon gave way to his usual composed attitude. “I would be delighted.”

“Just a moment.” Riddle stood from his seat, holding up a hand to stop Malleus from claiming the chair beside him. “There still remains the matter of the gift of good fortune.”

“Ah, of course. I’ve been looking forward to it all year.”

“Erm, yes.” The redhead quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve been eagerly anticipating this?”

“Indeed. It is not often when I am able to experience events such as this. Sebek would sooner offer to take a pie in my place than allow for my clothes to be sullied.”

“That... certainly sounds like Sebek.” Riddle sighed as he peeled off his gloves, carefully tucking them into a blazer pocket. “Right, then. We’d best get to it, lest he come charging over to block the hit.”

“Please, allow me.” Another wave of Malleus’s hand, and a whipped cream pie floated over and placed itself in his interviewer’s grasp.

“Thank you.” Once again, Riddle cleared his throat. “Malleus-senpai, I wish you a very happy birthday!!”

PLAPP!

Riddle didn’t throw the pie with much vigor--it landed squarely on the birthday boy’s right pectoral, the impact spraying globs of whipped cream over his neck, his face, and his hair. Malleus appeared dazed. Eyes wide as he slowly processed what had just occurred.

And, for one terrible, awful, horrifying moment, Riddle feared that his life would be cut short in a flash of blinding draconic rage.

But then he saw the smile.

A smile that reminded him of the fresh red roses in the Heartslabyul gardens. Set upon lips as full and ripe as the plush petals of a flower, lovely like droplets of dew at daybreak, muting the thorns and harsh angles of his face. Wholehearted and toothy, a smile spun from dreams and tender bedtime stories.

This was Malleus Draconia.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Riddle Rosehearts #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #Malleus birthday takeover #spoilers #something no one asked for #imagine this

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Here with You

Pairing: Echo x reader/ Hunter x reader

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares/ trauma, reliving a traumatic experience, Order 66 (because it’s a warning in itself)

Word count: 7,103

A/N: Well, I knew it, it hasn’t been a whole day since I saw the Bad Batch premiere, and I’ve already gotten my first writing idea (yes, this took me like two days to write because I kept getting interrupted). I just couldn’t get the image of my poor baby Echo in that med bay and seeing the trauma those damned Separatists caused him out of my head. All I want to do is hold him and never let go, he deserves the world. This was originally just going to be an Echo x reader, but it turned into a Hunter x reader as well, because I just couldn’t help myself, I love them both, and wanted both of them to get some lovins. Also, I get the sense that Omega is a smart kid, and that she’s pretty well spoken, so I tried to write her as such, while still keeping that childlike innocence, so hopefully it comes across that way.

So much had transpired within the last few days and you were still trying to wrap your head around all of it. The jedi had been almost entirely wiped out in a single day, and while you were certain their had to be other survivors besides yourself, you were unclear as to what that number was. Luckily for you, you had been amongst friends when Order 66 was given, and your men turned on you. If it weren’t for the Bad Batch, you were certain you wouldn’t be alive right now.

As you sat in the cockpit of the Marauder, the memories began to flood your brain, which caused involuntary tears to fill your eyes.

You and your men had been sent to Kaller to aid Master Billaba and her troops. However, upon your arrival, you were greeted with a pleasant surprise. It turned out, Clone Force 99 had been on planet already and had taken out a large amount of the droids before you even landed.

You had worked with this group before and had even enjoyed the experience. While your men thought their tactics and unprofessional antics were unnecessary and even a bit annoying, you found the group to be, for lack of a better term, fun. You had been around stuffy, uptight individuals for so long, it was nice to have a change of pace, and while your men were great, they tended to be sticklers for the rules and rarely wanted to take risks.

You also got along with this team rather well, enough to consider them good friends, but you were especially close with their newest recruit. You and Echo had known each other well before he joined the Bad Batch, even before his accident at the citadel, and had been friends for just as long, although as time went by and you found yourself encountering him more and more in your life, you slowly realized you might feel more for the trooper than you should, more than you’d ever admit aloud. So, when you’d heard of his survival and rescue, you had been elated, and that happiness resurfaced at the thought of seeing him again.

You exited the gunship and saw the rag-tag group of clones speaking with Master Billaba on the now quiet battlefield. They turned as you and your men made your approach. As you got closer to the group, you scanned the faces of its members before you found him, smiling brightly as your eyes connected, he did the same.

You came to stand before their leader, raising your gaze to meet the man’s unwavering stare.

“Sergeant”, you greeted him, extending a hand formally, which he took without hesitation, shaking it firmly.

“General, good to see you again”, he said with a smile.

“You too”, you responded.

You’d always liked Hunter, from the beginning he’d always struck you as a respectable man, and you admired the fact that he could allow his men to be their reckless selves while also keeping them in line, but only when necessary, it seemed. There was something else too, something you hadn’t noticed right away, but after a few more encounters with the man, you put it together, coming to an all to familiar realization, one that brought butterflies to your stomach, while also bringing about a slight anxiety. How could you let this happen, it was bad enough falling for one man you couldn’t have, but two, you were sure the universe was out to hurt you.

“General (L/N), I’m glad to see your trip was a safe one, and better late than never I suppose”, Depa said, drawing you from Hunter’s gaze to hers.

“Sorry Master Billaba, we were assisting Masters Luminara and Yoda on Kashyyyk when we got word of your need for reinforcements, we got here as soon as we could”, you said, then looking around at the desolated droids scattered across the landscape. “Although, from what I can tell, you seem to now have a handle on things.”

“Yeah, thanks to these guys”, Caleb, Depa’s padawan, exclaimed, gesturing to the group of men before you. “You should’ve seen it, they took all those droids out in a matter of minutes, it was incredible.”

You chuckled. “Yes, I’m well aware of the marvel that is Clone Force 99, and they do put on quite the show”, you said, shooting a quick glance Echo’s way. “Incredible indeed.”

Your words caused the trooper to smile shyly at you.

“Yes, well, we’re still glad you’re here, we just launched a counterattack, and the more assistance, the better”, Depa said.

You nodded. “You need us, we’ll stay”, you said before turning to your troops. “Men, a counterattack has been launched, I want you to rendezvous with Master Billaba’s troops and aid in the attack, Commander Roran, you’re with me. Let’s move!”

With that your troops dispersed, leaving you and your commander where you stood. You turned back to face everyone.

“So, how can we help”, you asked.

“Actually, I don’t think we’ll be needing your assistance after all, in fact, this war might soon be over”, Tech spoke up, causing you to give him a confused look.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, according to the encrypted comm chatter, Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi has found and engaged General Grievous on Utapau”, he responded.

“If he captures, or kills Grievous, the separatist command structure will collapse”, Echo chimed in.

“And most likely the droid armies along with them”, Tech finished.

“It can’t be that easy, can it”, you asked, looking to the jedi master.

“While it is an interesting theory, I would not bet our hopes on it, we should focus on the task at hand”, she replied.

“I agree, we should focus our energy on this attack, strike while we have the advantage”, you said.

Hunter nodded. “Any orders, or shall we do what we do”, he asked, directing his words at Depa.

“What do you think General, should we let them ‘do what they do’”, she asked you.

You chuckled and folded your arms over your chest. “Probably our best bet, what do you think Caleb”, you asked the padawan.

“I say we let them, but only if I can go with them”, he responded.

You looked to his master, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Very well”, she said, giving the boy permission.

“Ronan and I will tag along too”, you stated, then looking to Hunter. “Just in case you guys need a hand.”

“Hope that wasn’t a jab at me”, Echo said, coming to stand beside you while simultaneously lifting his cybernetic arm.

You immediately regretted your choice in words and stammered your defense.

“N- no, I didn’t mean, I would never.”

He let out an amused laugh. “I’m just messing with you General, sorry”, he said.

You then scowled at him before poking a finger at his chest plate.

“Not funny”, you said, but couldn’t keep the smile from forming on your face.

“I said I was sorry”, you heard him say as you began walking in the direction your troops had gone. He soon caught up and walked alongside you.

You chuckled. “Well, it’s nice to know you haven’t lost your sense of humor.”

“Nah, but I did lose a couple other things”, he said, face turning slightly serious.

You stopped walking and just stood for a moment, a sad expression now adorning your features. Noticing your actions, Echo ceased his movements as well and looked back to you.

“What is it”, he asked.

You went to stand in front of him before you spoke your next words. “Echo, I am sorry for your loss, truly I am, but honestly, I’d rather you be here and missing a few limbs, then for you to not be here at all. I’m just glad your alive, and that I get to see you again.”

He stared at you for a moment with an unreadable expression before smiling and nodding.

“I guess you’re right, and I’m glad our paths crossed again, I…”, he began, clearly wanting to say more, but stopping himself. You caught on though and decided to voice it for him.

“I missed you too”, you said, giving him a warm smile, prompting one of his own.

You both began walking once more to catch up with your comrades.

“You know, I was actually surprised you recognized me, what with the countless differences and all” he said with a chuckle.

You shook your head. “You can change all you want, I’ll still know it’s you”, you said.

“Yeah?”

“Yep, you might’ve changed a lot on the outside, but inside, you’re still the same Echo I’ve always known and loved”, you said, saying the words before they fully registered with your brain, but once they did you nearly froze in your stacks, your face instantly reddening with embarrassment. You quickly tried to back track before he could respond. “I mean, uh, well, y- you know what I mean.” Smooth.

He chuckled, amused at your obvious embarrassment of your less-than-ideal choice of words yet again.

“It’s okay, I know what you mean”, he said, giving you a reassuring smile before seemingly letting the subject drop, much to your relief.

You nodded as you carried on toward the others.

Suddenly, a wave of emotions flooded your mind, and it was as if hundreds of voices were crying out within the confines of your skull. You stopped, placing a hand to the side of your head in an attempt to stop the dizziness that accompanied the voices.

Echo noticed and came to your side, placing a steadying hand to your back.

“Are you okay”, he asked, clearly concerned.

“S- somethings wrong, I feel… death, so much death, I don’t know…”, you began through heavy breathes, but you were soon cut off by the sound of blaster fire.

You both looked to see Master Billaba’s men attempting to gun her down as she deflected their blasts with her lightsaber. Before you could fully process the sight in front of you, you heard Caleb yell for his master, seeing him rush past you, saber ignited and ready to jump to her aid.

“Caleb, no…”, you shouted, but before you could run after him a burning pain in your left arm stopped you.

You grabbed your now wounded arm and turned to see Roran facing you, blaster raised and aimed directly at you.

“Commander”, you said in confusion, but before you could get another word out, he was firing again. You were able to deflect the blasts with your saber, yelling at him as you did so. “Roran, why are you doing this?”

Suddenly, the blasts stopped as Echo came to your aid, wrestling the blaster out of the commander’s hands before knocking him out cold. He then rushed to your side once more, seeing you kneeling and clutching your head.

“General, (Y/N), (Y/N), can you hear me? Say something”, he urged, but try as you might, you couldn’t form the words to respond.

Your head was swimming in a sea of pain, death, and betrayal, most of which you were certain weren’t coming from you, more like from the force itself. You’d felt disturbances in the force before, but none like this, it was all encompassing and soon you found yourself slipping from consciousness from the intensity of it all.

***

When you finally came to, you found yourself laying in a bunk aboard the Havoc Marauder. When you tried to sit up a hand caught your shoulder and gently coaxed you back down.

“Easy (Y/N), you don’t want to push yourself, you sustained a pretty bad injury, you should rest”, a familiar voice said softly.

“Echo, what, what happened… they turned on us, why would they do that”, you asked, looking at him with confusion and sadness mixing in your expression.

“I don’t know, we’re still trying to figure that out ourselves, but you’re safe now, I won’t let them hurt you again, you have my word. Now rest”, he said, trying to comfort you, but knowing it wouldn’t help much given what you’d just been through.

“No”, you heard someone say, the volume of it startling you slightly, and you looked to see that it was Hunter, who had just entered.

“What do you mean ‘no’”, Echo asked him, confused.

“I mean, she can’t stay here, it’s not safe”, he explained, and when you both gave him a befuddled look, he continued, “It’s Crosshair, there’s… something wrong with him. I think whatever happened to those soldiers is happening to him too, but I can’t be sure.”

“What makes you think that”, you questioned, finally sitting up and turning to place your feet on the floor.

He looked behind him, making sure you three were the only ones in ear shot before bending down to your level.

“He tried to kill that padawan”, he said, so low it was almost a whisper.

“Caleb, is he alright”, you asked, fear and concern thick in your voice.

“He’s alive, but other than that, I’m not sure. He ran off after…”, he began, but the words died on his lips.

You nodded in understanding. “So, what should I do, where should I go?”

“Stay here, on Kaller, find somewhere to hide. We’ll go back to Kamino and sort this out, once it’s safe, we’ll come back for you”, he said.

You nodded, agreeing to do as he said, knowing you really had no other option at this point.

Shortly after this conversation you readied yourself to leave, Tech giving you some medical supplies in case you would need to re-bandage your arm before they returned.

Echo ended up accompanying you in your search for shelter, telling the others he wasn’t going anywhere until he knew you’d found somewhere safe to stay. You had resisted the gesture, wanting him to get as far away from danger as possible, but he insisted.

You found a cave a few miles from the ship’s current location and decided it was as good a place as any to crash for, what you were hoping would only be, a few days.

“You sure you’re going to be okay here”, Echo asked, looking into the cold, dark cave.

“I’ll be fine, I’ve stayed in worse places. Besides, it’s the safest place we’ll find in the wilderness, and it’s dark, perfect for hiding”, you said in a poor attempt to lighten the mood, you didn’t know why, force of habit you guessed. Although, all this earned you was a sad smile from the trooper.

“We’ll be back soon, just stay out of sight until then, okay?”

You gave a small smile, bringing your hand up to your forehead for a two fingered salute. “Yes sir”, you said. This actually earned you a small laugh, which at this moment was music to your ears. You lowered your hand and looked into his eyes, taking on a more serious expression. “Just… be safe.”

“I should be telling you that”, he said.

“Yeah, well, I beat you to it”, you said, half grinning.

“I will if you will.”

You nodded. “Then I will.”

Suddenly your body was moving without you telling it to, and you found yourself wrapping him in a tight hug, closing your eyes to keep from crying, and soon the gesture was returned, leaving the both of you in a long embrace.

“Don’t forget me, okay”, you said, the threat of tears evident in your voice.

He squeezed you a little tighter. “Never.”

***

Turns out, you didn’t have to hide out in that cave long at all, as they had returned to retrieve you within two days’ time, with a new crew member, but without Crosshair. You two hadn’t been the best of friends by any means, and the man’s standoffishness really irked you sometimes, but you’d always known that deep down, he wasn’t such a bad guy. So, when the boys had told you what had happened between their return to Kamino and their escape from the planet, it put a surprising strain on your heart. You wanted to be angry with Crosshair for his actions, for attempting to kill Caleb and other innocents, but you just couldn’t, especially after you were informed of the inhibitor chips planted within every clone trooper. You couldn’t be mad at him, you couldn’t hate him, because it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t any of their faults, they were being used just like the jedi had been, if not more so, and this knowledge extinguished any hatred that had grown in you since the day that order was given.

Thinking back on all of this had you shedding silent tears as you watched the streaks of light pass before your eyes, attempting to let yourself to be swept away in the beauty that was hyperspace. This always seemed to calm your mind, but it didn’t seem to be working this time, so you simply stared and let the tears run down your cheeks.

“Hey, you okay”, Hunter asked from the seat beside you, having temporarily taken over piloting the ship in order to allow the others to rest.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by his words and quickly wiped the tears from your face before answering.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, still just trying to figure all of this out”, you replied somberly.

He nodded. “I understand, we still don’t have it all figured out either and with every answer comes new questions”, he said.

You hummed in agreement. “I guess my biggest question is, why now, why did Palpatine wait so long to put this grand plan in action? I mean, he could’ve done it years ago, but no, he waited… waited for us to get close to those who would eventually become our executioners, and worse, he took away their free will to do it. Those troopers, they weren’t the men they used to be, it’s like they were brainwashed.”

“Tech said they were programmed and when the chips were activated, it basically took over their minds, so I guess, in a way, they are brainwashed”, Hunter said, looking back out at the blue glow of hyperspace.

“Those poor men”, you said after a moment of silence.

Hunter turned his head to look at you, an astonished expression over his features, he then let out an amused huff.

“You are truly a wonder, you know that?”

“What”, you asked him, confused by the comment.

“Even after everything you’ve been through, and after what they did to you and your kin, you still feel pity for them”, he explained. “You’ve always been able to see people for who they really are, and forgive them for their faults, it’s commendable, and it’s something I’ve always admired about you.”

“You admire me”, you asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning in amusement.

He gave you a single nod. “Always have”, he said, giving you a soft smile.

The way he was looking at you made your cheeks begin to heat as a light blush covered them, and you turned away in an attempt to hide it, but he noticed, and his smile widened a bit as he looked back out the view port.

“I think you’re right by the way, about Palpatine waiting so long to execute his plan. I think he wanted you all to build those relationships, that trust, with your men, so that, when the time came, he could not only take you all out, but destroy your conviction as well”, he said, his voice lower than before.

“That’s a bit ominous, given our current situation”, you said, only half joking.

He turned to you suddenly, eyebrows raised in mild shock.

“(Y/N), you don’t think we’d… we’d never hurt you, I’d never hurt you, we’re on your side, I promise”, he said, hurt in his eyes. Did you really not trust him?

Seeing his reaction made your heart squeeze, you hadn’t meant to hurt him, you were just confused and scared. You felt as if your whole world had come crumbling down around you, and you were still trying to resurface from the rubble. But you knew you were wrong for thinking, even for a second, that you couldn’t trust Hunter and his men.

“I know, I’m sorry. I do trust you, all of you”, you said, trying to sound reassuring, but it only came out as sadness.

It looked as if the sergeant was contemplating something, his hands reflexively grabbing at nothing as they opened and closed on his lap. You knew he wanted to do something, wanted to comfort you, but he also didn’t want to invade your space, worried that would be crossing a line. So, you took the initiative.

You reached over and took one of his hands from his lap, holding it softly before giving it a reassuring squeeze and sending a smile his way. This prompted him to smile back, and you both just sat like that for a minute.

Suddenly, you heard a commotion from the bunks, and your name being called out by a desperate voice.

Recognizing the voice, you jumped up from your seat. “Echo”, you said, concern in your tone, before looking back to Hunter.

He simply nodded. “Go”, he said softly.

You gave a confirming nod and let go of the hand you’d still been holding, before quickly making your way to the bunks.

When you entered the room, it took you a second to assess the situation before you. Echo was laying in his bunk, breathing heavy, head shaking from side to side, and body trembling, as if he were in a state of terror. All this while Omega stood by the bunk, watching with concern. She looked back to you when you entered, then ran to you.

“I tried to wake him, but it’s not working, he keeps calling for you, you’ve got to do something”, she said in a rush, voice and eyes full or worry for her new friend.

You bent down to her level and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, I know what to do, you go wait with Hunter, okay? Everything will be fine”, you told her, attempting to quell her worry.

You then stood and made your way to Echo, sitting on the edge of the bunk and looking over him with your own worried expression. You really didn’t know what to do, you’d never been faced with something like this before. He was clearly having a terrible nightmare, and you wanted to help, so you just acted on instinct.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and shook lightly, softly calling his name, trying to wake him as gradually as you could, as you figured startling him awake would be counterproductive. However, this didn’t seem to work, and hearing your voice only caused him to say your name more. Seeing him like this broke your heart, and for a moment you felt totally helpless, but then you had an idea. You moved your hand from his shoulder, bringing it to cup the side of his face, your thumb instinctually beginning to rub soothing circles on his cheek, and you bent down to speak quietly in his ear.

“Echo, it’s (Y/N). You don’t have to be scared, I’m here, I won’t let them hurt you anymore”, you said, gently grabbing his flesh hand with your free one and holding it to your chest. “I’m here for you, I’ll always be right here with you, it’s okay. Wake up Love. Come back to me.”

As you spoke you could see him slowly calm, and with your final request, his eyes fluttered open, finding yours instantly.

“There you are”, you said softly, a smile spreading over your face. You were just relieved that the nightmare was over, and he seemed to be calming more with each passing second.

As he took in your presence before him, he let out a relieved sigh, but then looked to you with a strained expression.

“(Y/N), I… I was back, back with them, back to that day, I… I didn’t know how or why, and I just…”, he said in a desperate rush.

You shushed him, and let your hand continue to stay where it was in an attempt to sooth the frightened man lying next to you.

“I know, it’s okay, you’re okay now, you’re here with me, you’re safe, I promise”, you reassured him.

This seemed to work, and he let out another sigh as he closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing once again, coming back to a steady pattern in no time. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed the position you both were in; you were sitting very close beside him, one hand resting on his cheek, while the other held his hand close to your heart, with his clutching yours in return, like you were his lifeline, which he had to admit, wasn’t far from the truth. You were the one he could trust without question, the one he could confide in, always had been.

You noticed this too and immediately went to pull away, slowly dropping his hand as you did, cheeks now burning. You didn’t get very far though, before he grabbed your wrist with his newly freed hand. “No”, he said, and pulled the hand back towards his head, coaxing you to return it to its previous spot. “Don’t stop… please.”

You stared at him for a moment with an unreadable expression, before finally giving him a tentative nod and continuing your earlier action of rubbing your thumb in circles on his cheek. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillow, relaxing easily under your touch, this causing you to smile, glad you could be of comfort to him. You stayed like this for a while before your curiosity got the best of you and you voiced the question that had been on your mind since you first heard him call your name.

“Echo”, you said in a questioning tone. He hummed in response, not opening his eyes. “Why, why me?”

He looked at you then, confused. “What do you mean?”

“When you were having your nightmare, you, you called out for me, I was just wondering, why me”, you explained.

“I did”, he asked.

“Yeah, quite a few times actually. Was I in your dream or something?”

He looked away, a bit embarrassed.

“Not exactly”, he said.

You used the hand that was still on him to lightly pull his head to face you, speaking once his eyes were fixed on yours once again.

“Echo, you know you can tell me anything. What is it”, you asked.

“You weren’t in the dream, technically, and it wasn’t really a dream, more like I was reliving a memory, the memory of the citadel, and…”, he explained, his words dying off as he found it hard to voice them.

You placed a reassuring hand on his chest and gave him a nod in understanding.

“So, you were reliving that day, I’m sorry, I know that can’t be easy. But I still don’t see what that has to do with me, I wasn’t there, if I had been, I would’ve taken that blow for you”, you said, suddenly feeling tears behind your eyes, but you fought them back internally.

His eyes widened and he quickly grabbed your hand from its spot on his chest, squeezing it firmly.

“No, don’t say that”, he said urgently, suddenly sitting up, causing your hand to slip from his face, instead falling to rest at the intersection of his shoulder and neck.

“But…”, you tried to say, but he cut you off.

“No (Y/N), I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, least of all on you”, he said, staring directly into your eyes. You could only nod sadly as you tried to keep your emotions in check, which was getting harder as this interaction continued. He then softened his gaze and let out a long breath. “You were there, in a way.”

You gave him a confused look, about to ask what he meant, until he continued.

“After the explosion, I just laid there for a long time, feeling everything and nothing all at the same time, I was basically just waiting to die”, he told you. Your heart squeezed at his words, as the tears threatened to rise. “But then, I heard someone’s voice calling out to me, your voice. You were telling me not to give up, not to leave you, to keep fighting, and so I did. I bared the pain and rejected the urge to just slip away, even after they took me, I fought through all of it, because I knew that if I survived, then there was a chance I’d make it back to you, and… I really wanted that.”

That’s all it took, his words hit you straight in the chest and flowed through you, causing the flood gates to release and the tears to fall. Echo looked worried then and released your hand, bringing his to cup your cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad”, he said, internally wishing he hadn’t said anything.

You shook your head. “You have nothing to be sorry for, and I’m not sad that you told me, I’m glad you did”, you said, wiping the tears from the other side of your face. “Honestly, I’m just happy your alive, and that you did find your way back to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. When I heard what happened on Lola Sayu I couldn’t believe it at first, it didn’t feel real, but once I accepted it was… I had never felt true grief until that moment, and the sense of longing was almost unbearable. All I kept thinking was how I was angry with myself for wasting the time I had with you, lying. Lying to you, and to myself.”

“What are you talking about, lying about what”, he asked, sliding his hand down to hook a finger around your chin and turn your face back to face him after you’d turned it away during your confession.

You took a deep breath before speaking next. “I lied to you before, when I acted like that slip up was just a poor choice of words, I meant exactly what I said. See, the truth is, I was upset with myself because I never told you…”, you paused, finding this confession to be much harder than you had thought it would be to get out, “never told you that I…”

After another long pause, Echo decided to take the initiative, seeing as he knew exactly what you wanted to say, as it was the same thing he’d wanted to say to you all that time ago, still did. He used the hand that had a hold of your chin to pull you to him as he caught your lips in a kiss, one that while soft, was full of so much emotion it was almost palpable. You were surprised at first, but soon melted into the kiss, feeling completely content with staying there as long as possible.

Much too soon for your liking, Echo pulled away, but only to place his forehead against yours and let the long overdue words slip from his lips. “I love you too.”

Your smile reached your ears as his words filled you with untainted happiness, which prompted him to smile widely himself. Why had you both waited so long to do this, you didn’t know, but you were glad it was finally happening.

“Why did we spend all that time hiding, when we could’ve just done this”, you asked.

He chuckled. “Because we were both cowardly idiots”, he said.

You hummed in agreement. “I still can’t believe you did all that for me”, you said in a more serious tone.

He pulled back to look into your eyes. “Of course I did… I’d do anything for you (Y/N)”, he told you.

“Anything?”

He nodded in response and you smiled again.

“Kiss me again”, you said, it was more of a request than a demand.

He smiled and pulled you close so your face was mere inches from his.

“Yes Ma’am.”

***

It had been a good fifteen minutes since the cries had stopped and no noise could be heard from Echo’s bunk. Omega was no longer worried, knowing you had it handled, but her curiosity was starting to get the best of her.

“What do you think their talking about in there, it’s so quiet, maybe I should…”, she said as she got up from the co-pilot seat, moving in the direction of the bunks, but she was stopped by a hand grabbing her forearm, causing her to turn and stare at Hunter questioningly.

“Don’t, they’re fine, and it’s none of our business what their talking about, so just let them be, alright”, he said, giving her a warning look, one that wasn’t all that intimidating to the young girl, but she listened nonetheless and returned to her seat.

After a moment she spoke again, not being able to take the silence any longer.

“So, what’s the deal with those two, are they together, or is it some secret that everyone knows about except them”, she asked the sergeant.

Hunter laughed, this kid really was perceptive, not that anyone with eyes couldn’t see the attraction between you and Echo, it had always seemed so obvious to him, which is why he never spoke on his own feelings for you.

“Yeah, there seem to be… unspoken feelings between the two of them, but I’m sure they’ll get their acts together soon enough, especially now that they’ll be around each other more often”, he told her.

She thought on this for a moment before responding.

“I think so too… and what about you”, Omega asked him.

“What about me?”

“Are you going to get your act together as well”, she asked, raising her eyebrow and grinning at him.

“What are you talkin’ about kid”, Hunter asked, wondering if she’d somehow figured it out.

“Seriously, I’ve only just got here and I can see it”, she said.

“See what?”

“That Echo isn’t the only one who has feelings for the general.”

Hunter turned to the young clone, a look of surprise on his face. Very perceptive indeed.

“Why don’t you just tell her, at least one of you should pluck up the courage to do it”, she said.

He exhaled heavily as his features returned to a more neutral expression.

“It’s not that simple kid, there are just some things you’re not old enough to understand. Besides, it’s not reciprocated so there’s really no point, she’s made her choice, and I have to respect that”, he explained, hoping that would be that. However, he wasn’t going to be that lucky.

“Your wrong”, Omega said simply.

“What?”

“Your wrong, those feelings, they are reciprocated, yeah she likes Echo, but she likes you too.” She said it with such confidence that it made him wonder if the statement was true.

“Really, and how do you know that”, he asked, an almost sarcastic tone in his voice.

She shrugged. “Female intuition.”

He raised a suspicious brow at her but decided not to think too much on it.

“Hm, well, even if you are right, she’s still made her choice, and I won’t get in the way.”

“Won’t get in the way of what?”

Your voice made both of them jump a little. You had just made your way back to the cockpit and had clearly overheard the last bit of their conversation.

“Nothing”, Hunter said, watching you come to stand beside Omega, perching your arm on the headrest of the co-pilot chair and leaning on it.

“Really? Didn’t sound like nothing”, you said, raising your eyebrow in suspicion.

Omega suddenly perked up and turned in her chair to look up at you.

“Hey (Y/N), do you think it’s possibly for someone to love more than one person at a time”, she asked.

You were a bit taken aback by the question, but figured you’d answer, seeing as how you were being very honest today.

“Yes, I do, it actually happens a lot more often than you think”, you responded, purposefully avoiding Hunter’s gaze as you looked at the child.

“And what does that person do, you know, when they realize they have feelings for more than one person”, she then asked.

“Well, usually that person then has a decision to make, and they just hope they don’t break any hearts in the process. You see, love can be a tricky endeavor. However, I think if someone does fall for two individuals at once, then there are other options”, you said, rather matter-of-factly, given the topic at hand.

“Like what?”

“Those involved could always enter into a relationship all together, I suppose”, you said, wondering just how far she was going to take this conversation.

“And that would work”, she asked, seeming almost hopeful.

“It’s possible, yes, but only if all members involved are okay with it. They all need to know that’s what’s going on, and there can’t be any secrets”, you explained.

“Huh, I guess that makes sense”, Omega said, seeming content with your explanation. Then another thought seemed to hit her. “Hey (Y/N)?”

You hummed in response.

“Have you ever been in love”, she asked curiously.

“Omega”, Hunter said firmly, giving her another look of warning.

“No, no, it’s fine”, you informed him, not wanting him to reprimand the girl for just being curious. “To answer your question Omega, yes, yes I have.”

“With more than one person”, she continued.

You raised an eyebrow at her and crossed your arms over your chest.

“What’s with the twenty questions, am I being interrogated or something”, you asked, only half joking.

She shook her head. “No, just curious is all.”

“Uh huh, well why don’t you stow that curiosity away for later and go get some rest, it’s quiet now”, you told her.

“What did you do, I mean, how did you get him to stop”, she asked as she stood from her seat.

“I just let him know that he was safe, and that there was nothing to be afraid of”, you said, which wasn’t a complete lie.

“That’s it”, she asked.

You nodded. “That’s it.”

She gave you a look of suspicion but didn’t act on it.

“Okay”, she said, drawing out the word, and made her way to exit the cockpit.

“Sleep tight”, you called after her as she disappeared down the small corridor. You then turned back to the view port and took a seat in the now empty chair, sighing heavily before finally looking to Hunter. “Well, that was interesting, care to tell me what that was all about?”

“Not really”, he said, turning back to face forward.

You raised a brow. “Seriously?”

He shrugged and kept his gaze where it was.

You sighed again and leaned back in your chair. “Alright then, but I think it’s worth mentioning that the kid knows what she’s talking about, you might want to listen to her every now and then, she’s quite intuitive.”

He looked to you then, confusion on his brow.

“What do you mean”, he asked.

You laughed. “I mean, what she said about me is true”, you said.

His eyes widened a bit. “You, you heard that”, he asked, and you nodded in response. “How much of it?”

“Enough”, you said simply.

He looked away again as he spoke. “Then you know it doesn’t matter how I feel, you’ve made your choice, and I’m okay with that, I’ll have to be”, he said, trying to keep up this act of indifference.

You turned in your seat to face him. “You keep saying that, but, what if I don’t want to choose, because how you feel does matter, Hunter. At least, to me it does.”

He turned his head to meet your gaze. “What exactly are you proposing”, he asked.

“Nothing yet, just letting you know that, I know, and that the feelings are mutual.”

He smiled at this and nodded his understanding.

“What about Echo, have you told him yet”, he asked.

“We talked, and confessions were made… finally”, you said with a smile.

You both laughed then, happy to finally air things out a bit, all the pent-up emotions were wearing on all of you it seemed, and it felt nice to not have to hide it anymore.

“How do you think he’ll feel about your non-proposed proposal”, he asked with a grin.

“I don’t know, but we’re all adults, we can sit down and have a civilized conversation about this, and… we’ll figure this all out”, you told him.

He gave an amused huff. “You make it sound so formal.”

You nodded and gave a light chuckle. “At first, yeah, but I get the feeling that once this proposal is made, all persons involved will be… willing to give it a try”, you said, taking his hand and holding it in both of yours. “Then things will get more… informal.”

He smiled. “Yeah, how can you be so sure”, he asked, leaning toward you.

You smiled back and leaned in as well, your faces now only inches apart.

“Female intuition”, you whispered, your smile turning a bit smug.

He chuckled in amusement. “You’re ridiculous”, he said, before closing the gap between you.

The kiss was sweet and felt just as right as the ones you’d had with Echo, and just like those ones, this kiss ended all to quickly, but you were content to sit back and bask in the afterglow, you didn’t want to rush things after all.

You both sat there a moment, leaning back in your seats, staring out the view port, arms stretched as your hands sat, intertwined, between you. Maybe this really could work, only time would tell.

After what felt like hours, but in reality, had only been minutes, Hunter looked to you with a soft smile.

“I’m glad you’re here with us”, he said.

You smiled back and gave his hand a light squeeze.

“Me too”, you said, and you both stayed like that for a long while, enjoying a view you each thought was much better than the one outside the view port.

Little did you know, behind you Omega stood at the entrance of the cockpit, looking on silently and grinning from ear to ear, feeling quite pleased with herself.

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"Well, tell me more about yourself." Mono sits down with a small exhale, crossing his legs and leaning against the cement walls of the sewer. It's cold and hard against his back, but the rest is welcome.

"I don't know where to start," the apparition whispers, always quiet. Despite being one of the only ghosts that knows he's dead, he still speaks like he's constantly in danger. Maybe it's an instinctive thing, Mono thinks.

"Like...where did you come from? Why are you always hanging around Six?" All the questions that had been unanswered suddenly bubble up from Mono's chest. "Why are you the only ghosts that knows what's going on?"

"I don't," the ghost murmurs, blank white eyes blinking slowly. "I only know as much as you."

"Then tell me what you do know," Mono says, trying to push down the urgency in his tone. He doesn't want to be rude, but he's so curious. The ghost goes quiet and contemplative, hovering midair as shadowy tendrils wave around him. Mono stares. The ghost lifts his arms (or at least, an approximation of them) and starts fidgeting.

Mono blinks, and then the ghost blips across the sewer passageway, reappearing at the edge of the murky water. Mono has come to understand that ghosts tend to become less physically coherent the more emotional they are. He's nervous.

"I come from far away from here," the spirit explains, watching the water's currents. "We came from the same place."

"We?"

"Her." The ghost looks over his shoulder. "Six."

Excitement burns in Mono's mind. So he knows where she came from! "Were you friends?"

The question makes the ghost fizzle out for a moment. He manifests again, but his form is disjointed, flickering rapidly.

"N-No," he finally answers. It takes Mono aback. They weren't friends? Then why was he so fixated on helping her? "She never knew me."

"Why are you following her?" Mono presses. This ghost had led him to Six's location in the forest all that time ago. She seemed important to him, but now the ghost was telling him that she was a complete stranger. It didn't make sense.

"She helped me."

"What did she do?"

"I can't say," the ghost rasps. Mono feels the temperature plummet around him, and he wraps his arms around himself. The ghost's eyes flicker about, as though trying to avoid Mono's gaze. “I--I can’t.”

"Why?" Mono asks. His breath billows out, visible in the air. He doesn't know why he's so insistent, but he has his mind set on this. He wants to know. He needs to know.

"If I told you, you wouldn't--" the ghost forcibly cuts himself off, eyes widening. His form shakes and jitters, briefly becoming much smaller, pointier. It reminds Mono of the creature he'd seen scuttling around in the Hunter's attic. "Please," the ghost says, pleadingly. "Stop asking. I don't want to think about it. It--it hurts."

Hurts? Mono wasn't even aware that ghosts could still feel pain. What about Six is causing this much anguish for him? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know. Forcing himself to stop shivering from the cold, Mono relents.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, blinking past the frost gathering on his eyelashes. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just...there's so much I don't understand. About you, and about, well. Everything, I guess."

His voice seems to reach the ghost's plight. The tearing in his form gradually lessens; the shadowy tendrils coalescing from his body resume their journey upwards, like smoke. His voice returns to its normal soft quality. "It's okay," the ghost whispers. "It's--it's not your fault. I think I would be asking the same things if I were you." Those gentle white eyes peer at Mono; he gets the impression the ghost would be frowning if he had a mouth. "I'm sorry I can't tell you much. I wish I could help more."

"No, no no no, it's alright! You help plenty," Mono sits up hurriedly, waving his hands around. "Please don't be sorry. You're only doing what you can."

"If I wasn't like this, maybe I...no. No, it wouldn't matter." The ghost seems to droop. "Who I was before, and who I am now...I think I would be just as helpless."

It's such a sad statement that Mono, briefly, is at a loss for words. He realizes that he's spent so much time wondering where Six came from and what her story is, but he doesn't know a single thing about the very person who brought them together. He hesitates for a moment, then squares his shoulders determinedly.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Mono says, "but if there's anything at all you can say, even if it's just a little...who are you? What's your name?" He wants to at least put a name to the face that constantly is hovering at his side.

And the ghost...

The ghost just stares at him. Like the question he just asked was complete nonsense. Mono starts worrying if he said something terrible without realizing. What's wrong?

"I'm nobody,” the ghost states.

"Is that your name?" Mono asks. The ghost tilts his head.

"No. I mean, I really am nothing. I don't have a name like you and Six do."

"Surely you at least have something you call yourself?" Mono asks hopefully. This is the saddest thing he's ever heard, but he gets the impression that he's missing some sort of context here. That this is somehow normal. The ghost shrugs.

"I never needed one. There was no point. I barely existed to anyone else. I was just a runaway, nothing more and nothing less."

"But that's not true," Mono protests, balling his fists up. "You were a person. You still are, even if you aren't alive anymore. And you've managed to get this far, even after death."

"I don't think--"

"You were the one who lead me to Six," Mono interrupts him, continuing. "Somehow you found me all the way out here, and you knew I could help. That takes dedication. You're determined. You're not just a nobody. You're someone to me." Mono feels a tug in his chest. "You're my friend."

The ghost seems speechless. He hovers there wordlessly; unlike how Mono can usually tell how he's feeling from how he appears, the ghost now reveals nothing of what he's thinking. Mono swallows uneasily.

"Did you ever want a name?" Mono pauses, then offers a counterpoint. "Would you want one now?"

"A name..." The ghost sounds whispery, unsure. Mono nods.

"It doesn't have to be anything super complicated. It could just be your favorite color, or a letter, or something." An idea pops into his head. Mono perks up. "What about Seven?"

"Seven?"

"Yeah!" Mono taps his fingers together. "Y'know, since I'm Mono and Six is Six, we could all be number buddies or something. Um, if you want. You don't have to," he adds hastily. There's a long silence between the two of them. Mono fidgets, feeling more and more embarrassed at the lack of a response. I'm overstepping a boundary, aren't I? Why do I--

"Okay."

--huh?

"What?" Mono says out loud, smartly.

"I said okay. I can go by that. Seven...that doesn't seem bad at all." The ghost--Seven, now--extends his arms, staring at the deformed digits. "If it's okay."

"Of course it's okay!" Mono bursts out, all the tension draining out of him. "It's more than okay! I was the one who suggested it!" Puffing out his chest, Mono extends his forearm, sticking his hand out. "Well then, Seven, it's nice to officially meet you!"

Seven laughs a little, and it sounds like a warble; it sends a little thrill of happiness through Mono. He reaches out for his hand. "It's nice to meet you, too, Mono." Before Mono realizes what's happening, Seven's fingers brush against his own.

And he feels it.

It's like touching ice, but Mono distinctly feels Seven take his hand in his own. It's so foreign and out of place that Mono jolts back like he's been burned. Seven recoils, his arm instantly disappearing back into the black shadowy void of his body. Both kids stare at each other owlishly. Did Seven feel it too?

"Woah," Seven says. Mono shares the awed sentiment.

"Did I do that?" Mono breathes, staring at his hands. He doesn't feel any different, but he's never been able to physically interact with a ghost. "I didn't know I could do that!"

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whosscruffylooking · 3 years

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The Purest Things-A New Home

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

a/n: this is a repost considering it didn’t show up in any of the tags yesterday. have i mentioned how much i despise tumblr sometimes :) again, i want to give a special shoutout to @avengersbau for giving me a second set of eyes on this one.

word count: 2k

warnings: canon-typical violence and descriptions of injury.

The Purest Things Masterlist

gif is not mine! credit goes to @hqtchner

au! october 2007

Bookend: “It’s never too late to become who you want to be. I hope you live a life that you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald

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"I am SSA Hotchner. Welcome to the team Agent Y/L/N," his voice reminds you of the transatlantic accents of Hollywood stars of old. The kind you used to hear in the old black and white movies you would watch as a child.

"It's an honor to be here sir," you stare directly into his brown, soulfully deep eyes.

"J.J., get us started, please," SSA Hotchner suggests.

Sitting down, you look to the screen that displays the frightful footage of bombs detonating in various locations.

"Yesterday, an 81-year-old woman was severely injured when a bomb exploded in the toilet of a women's restroom," J.J. informs.

"Interesting spot to hide a bomb," Agent Prentiss sneers.

Jennifer flips through the slides and shows another bombsight located in a subway station, "Last year a similar bomb that had been attached to a phone box detonated. No outstanding injuries were reported. However, the bombs' similar makeup alerted detectives to dig into other bombings throughout the years. They have positively identified attacks over the past twelve years as perpetrated by the same bomber."

Spencer adds, "His M.O. is similar to George Peter Metesky, better known as the Mad Bomber. He terrorized New York City over a period of 16 years. He planted bombs in theaters, subway stations, libraries, and offices. They were left in phone booths, storage lockers and restrooms."

"Do you think we are looking at a copycat?" Derek questions.

"If we are, we need to stop him soon," declared David.

"He's escalating-becoming bolder and more vicious," you say, scanning the report.

"Tell Boston we can be there by 9:30," Hotch notifies J.J...

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"It seems like he's a textbook paranoid schizophrenic. People suffering from this disorder may think that other people are regulating them or plotting against them. They tend to be reclusive, antisocial, and obsessed Hwith hatred for their presumed enemies," you twist a loose string from your shirt around your finger, unwind it, then repeat the process.

It's a nervous tick you developed over the years that has worn down numerous tops before achieving their intended lifespan. You glance at Agent Hotchner, seeking a sign of approval. His eyes meet yours, and he poignantly nods.

Did I say too much? No. Don’t overthink this. They can probably smell fear.

"In his letters left at the bombsights, he uses words like 'broad' and 'chick' to signify women," Dr. Reid chimes in.

"Do you think the unsub is motivated by hostility towards women? "

"It's possible," he continues, "These speech patterns age him significantly, however. Phrases such as these were mainly used in the 30's, 40's, and 50's."

Agent Hotchner begins to delegate tasks before the jet lands, "Morgan and Reid, I want you to head to the bombsights and see if you can't work out the motive. J.J. and Prentiss talk to the victim's families, determine our victimology. Y/L/N, Rossi, and I will head to the precinct and familiarize ourselves with the lay of the land and see if we can't formulate a geographical profile."

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At the precinct, you observe Agent Hotchner's ability to singlehandedly transition an entire police force's obligation to under his jurisdiction.

"Captain Moreno, this is SSA David Rossi and SSA Y/F/N Y/L/N," the Unit Chief introduces you.

The captain tilts his head at you, "Aren't you a little young to be in the FBI? How old are you anyway?"

You nail him with a you're-full-of-crap look.

Everyone gets to be young once; your turn is over, old man.

Choosing to take the high road, you say, "I'd like to get my hands on the bombers handwritten notes. There has to be something in those letters that can give us a clue into the who, what, when, and where of this case."

Skeptical of your request, he narrows his eyes and looks to David and Agent Hotchner.

"You hear her," Dave exclaims, "Lead the way!"

Your enigmatic smirk no doubt gives away the great pleasure Dave's gibe brings you.

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"Agent Hotchner," you hand him your preliminary geographical profile. With his arms crossed, he intimidatingly peers into your research.

Don't burn a hole in my paperwork; I worked hard on that.

He is impressed by your work, taking in your comprehensive outline of proof that details the unsubs point of origin. For someone so young, your attention to detail puts even his most observant profilers to shame. "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"My family is from Chicago. When I was little, I used to read through my grandfather's old newspapers that he collected throughout the 1950's. On the jet, I knew some of the phrasings that Dr. Reid was using sounded familiar, so I cross-referenced it with some of the particular articles I remember from my childhood and found his wording to be exact iterations of the Chicago Crier."

Without taking his eyes off of the paperwork, he commends you, "Impressive use of your prior knowledge. Often, the information drilled into us through education is lackluster compared to that of real-world experience."

You turn to walk back to your makeshift desk when he calls out to you, "And Y/L/N, call me Hotch."

Your shoulders relax from the tension you hadn't even realized you'd been clinging onto, "Alright. Hotch."

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You immediately regretted your decision. In pursuit of the unsub, you had wandered off down an abandoned subway tunnel and cornered him.

"Harold Watts, FBI. Gently place the remote detonator on the ground," You shout. Grappling to keep your gun from slipping between your clammy palms, you grip the weapon tighter.

Ordinary people's first days of work are uneventful; they're given a series of mundane tasks at most. Me? Of course, my first day involves being secluded in a subway tunnel facing down a man decked from head to toe in explosives and wires.

"D-don't come any closer. I have my finger on the trigger! I'm not afraid to die, and I will not hesitate to take you up in flames with me," he stammers.

The stampede of footsteps, no doubt from your colleagues and half of the Boston police force, resonate through the echo chamber you're standing in. Watts spooks and loses his balance. You begin shouting for the people behind you to stand down.

"The tracks are live, one wrong step, and we all blow up. I repeat, stand down!"

Turning your attention back to Watts, you attempt to soothe his irrationality. You slowly return your gun to its holster, raising your hands up in surrender. Hotch yells something unintelligible from behind you, but your focus is on the unsub and trying to prevent any more casualties.

"Harold, let's just talk this through for a couple of minutes. My men behind me will leave us alone. It's you and me now. Before this, you never wanted to hurt yourself. You wanted to be heard. All of your life you felt like you were forced into the shadows, and you began to fester there in your pain and rage."

He tenses up; you have his attention now.

"Those girls who teased you and ripped your masculinity from you needed to be taught a lesson. But you didn't just stop there; you decided to do all women a favor and demonstrate to them the kind of pain they could cause, hoping to prevent them from making the same mistakes. In fact, you helped me to see what I can do better. I never want to make someone feel the way you did."

"Y-you learned that...f-from me?" Harold quietly sobs.

You nod, "Yes! Yes, Harold. And you can still be heard, but not if you die today. I could be your greatest advocate. If we walk out of here right now, think of how famous you could be. Harold, you will never be stuck in the shadows again."

It is crucial to your survival and your teams that you are brave just long enough to analyze the situation and keep your self-control. Panic won't do anyone any good right now.

Your mouth dries as you await Harold's next move. Suddenly, he hunches over, extending the hand gripping the detonator. Pausing for a moment to be sure he isn't making any drastic moves, you promptly hurry to his side and gently pull it from his clutch.

As the police officers and your colleagues rush to your aid, Harold looks up at you with hopeful eyes.

"Make me famous," he murmurs with a grin that churns your stomach.

Hotch ushers you away from the unsub, backing you up against the wall of the tunnel, "You actively defied my orders."

Searching every inch of his face for an accurate reading of his emotions, you are unsure of how to respond.

"I'd like to think it won't happen again," his eyes studying you just as intently.

You swallow hard, aware of the lump in your throat and take a deep breath, "You have my word, Agent Hotchner."

"Good," he affirms, eventually freeing his hold on your arm.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief and relax your spinning head against the wall.

Opening your eyes, you observe your new team tieing up all loose ends. They're safe. You are safe. Despite this first day not being as mundane as others, you wouldn't have it any other way. This feeling is what you signed up for, and it's already fulfilling you in ways you couldn't fathom before stepping inside the BAU office this morning.

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Aboard the jet, you tuck your legs underneath you and open up a book to read.

A cup of steaming hot coffee appears on the table in front of you.

Hotch sits across from you with a similar cup and offers you a subtle smile, "Impressive work out there today. I'm sorry your first day of work couldn't be more eventful."

A joke? I didn't take him as the joking kind.

Rolling your eyes, you put on a disappointed tone, "God...if you guys drag your feet like this every day, I might have to consider a transfer."

In a more serious nature, he asks, "How are you feeling?"

"Alright, I guess. You were right, you know, no amount of studying or lectures can truly prepare you for what it's like when you're staring into the eyes of a killer. I've learned the negotiation techniques and memorized the textbook 'put the gun down' speech, but all of that flies out the window when you're in the moment."

"You will find that improvisation at times is the key to success in this job. Just know that this team is a family. You will never face this alone or be at a loss for anything. Your career is in its infancy, but I can tell you have a long and triumphant journey ahead of you. We will do whatever we can to ensure that you are at home here and can use this team as an opportunity to refine your abilities. All I ask in return is that you work with us, not against us. You have nothing to prove. They see your resourcefulness. So do I. You are one of us now."

Some gazes are the promise of protection; his is all that and more. The words "at home" resonate in your mind. You've spent your whole life searching for a home, and here it is, its doors being opened to you. After a lifetime of running from place to place, perhaps this is where you can finally settle down.

"Get some rest," Hotch whispers to you. And with that, you lean your head against the chilled window and shut your eyes.

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I Want You - A Din Djarin Story

Author’s Note: Hey there, internet friends. So I had an ask from my friend @hdlynnslibrary that I can’ find to save my life. Luckily, I wrote it down! “Hi Kat! My darling! I must admit to feeling #horny okay? Soooo what about a prompt for my fav space man Din? Like maybe with an #inexperienced reader?” Oh Heather, my love, ask and you shall receive! What started out as a little somethin became 14 pages, double spaced, 12 point Times New Roman font. So my darling, I hope you enjoy this Din x reader fic, it was made with LOTS of love <3

Warnings: SMUT, there is definately sexy times going on over here, all aboard the horny train, leaving the station as we speak. Choo-fuckin-choo! Also, language because I am me and since I was born and raised in Boston and I have been swearing like a goddamn sailor since, well, ever lol. Oh, and there’s a slight breeding kink, just an FYI. I’m sorry, it just all came out and I couldn’t help it and Din Djarin wants his clan to expand, okay?

Thank you to all who read, like, comment, reblog, etc. It warms my heart that you all are enjoying my work. Please let me know what you think of this one :-)

You had been traveling with Din on the Razor Crest for the past year or so. He found you on Arvala-7, working alongside Kuiil. You were good with your hands, fast with a blaster, and most importantly, you connected with the Child. From the second that kid saw you, he decided that you were his. He was the largest reason that you were here right now. How anyone could resist those big eyes, his floppy ears, and that cute baby smile. He turned your heart to putty.

Your days were spent mostly on the Crest, keeping an eye on the little one and tending to the ship the best you could. The baby required a fair bit of effort, but you didn’t mind; he had become like your own child without you even realizing it.

Somewhere along the way, you had become closer with the Mandalorian that you traveled with. Clipped sentences became more extended conversations as you gently urged him out of his shell. Soon, he became curious about you, asking all sorts of unimportant questions, ranging from where you grew up to what your favorite color was. Dinners alone with the kid turned into Mando joining you, lifting his helmet ever so slightly so that he could take a sip of the broth you made or a bite of the ration pack you heated up. Every time he did this, you made sure to keep your eyes on your plate, never wanting to disrespect his Creed in any way.

As the months progressed, your feelings for one stoic Mandalorian grew. You caught yourself lingering in the cockpit more when after you put the little one down at night. You also caught yourself staring on more than one occasion, and you knew for a fact that Mando saw you, too. How could you not stare at that imposing figure that you shared a home with? The duality of the man was awe-inspiring, to be sure. He was a fearsome warrior, and you had witnessed his prowess first hand many a time. He brought bounties in nonstop, always jetting off to the next one before the last quarry had been frozen away in carbonite for a day. And then there was the gentleness that he had with the baby. You could tell that this was his first time taking care of another person by himself. Sometimes he was a bit rough around the edges, but he did try his best. He was learning how to be the best parent he could for the kid, and watching that play out warmed your heart.

Often times, when he took the kid up to the cockpit so that you could use the refresher and wash the day away, you could hear him up there talking to the kid gently. Sometimes he speaks in Basic; other times, he speaks in what you assume is Mando’a. Every once in a while, you hear him sing the baby a lullaby on those restless nights where nothing seems to calm that sweet baby down. The first time you heard him sing softly to the kid, you knew that you loved him.

You never felt right acting on your feelings; you didn’t know how he thought about you. Also, you were terrified of making a fool of yourself. Truth be told, you have never been in a man’s bed before. The life of a refugee of the Empire didn’t leave much time for amorous encounters. By the time you found Kuiil, all you wanted was to keep your head down and do your work. If you happened to meet someone along the way, fantastic, but you had more pressing matters to attend to, like surviving in the desert.

That all changed one night when you least expected it. Mando had taken the kid to soothe him and put him to sleep, so you took the opportunity to use the fresher. You had been working hard that day, repairing areas of the Crest that needed maintenance while juggling an inquisitive little one. You took your time, relishing the way that the water felt against your bare skin, the warmth seeping into your muscles and soothing your bones. You wouldn’t tell anyone, but you viewed water as a gift from the Maker itself. For the first time in your life, you didn’t have to scrounge and save every last drop. You’d never had the luxury of using actual water the bathe daily; you’d never been in the financial position to have such a thing. For the Galaxy working class, a sonic was the best you could hope for most of the time. It cleansed the body of dirt and grime just fine, but it wasn’t pleasant like water was.

In all honesty, your idea of a luxuriously long shower was well under ten minutes, but it was a dream come true for you. After you were clean and smelling of the fresh soap that you used, it was time for you to get out. You grabbed the small towel, drying your body, and then reached for your clothes. Your hands floundered around a bit until you realized that you had inadvertently forgotten to bring a new pair of clothes or your sleep shirt in with you. You had been in too much of a rush to hand off the baby and get just a few moments to yourself.

You groaned at your flightiness. Kriff, that only left you with two options: you could either put your dirty clothes back on, or you could try to make your way back to your sleeping quarters wrapped in this tiny ass towel. Neither option particularly appealed to you, but your desire for cleanliness finally won out.

You gathered up your belongings and quietly opened the refresher door, careful not to be too loud. It usually took a bit of time to calm the baby down enough for him to go to sleep, and you didn’t want to interrupt that process. The lights in the hold were dimmed, leaving you with the ability only to see a few steps in front of you.

Unfortunately, your quest to be stealthy was in vain. You had forgotten that you had moved a particular toolbox during your work project this morning. Said toolbox ended up being placed right where you could smack your little toe on it. You yelped in pain, dropping everything in your arms in favor of hopping up and down on one foot and clutching the other in your hands. This caused the towel to also fall to the ground, leaving you bare. A noise drew your attention up, and your eyes met a helmet, staring right back. Mando was standing right in front of you, apparently drawn by the noise.

You dropped your foot, standing up straight, eyes wide in shock. You didn’t move; you barely breathed. Your mind was short-circuiting, and you didn’t even have the sense to pick up your towel off the ground. Your body was overflowing with embarrassment, horror, and- was that arousal? Stars, you were standing here, completely bare, across from the Mandalorian who has every inch of himself covered.

Ever so slowly, he reached down and grabbed the towel you had dropped, carefully wrapping it back around you. His hand accidentally brushed your breast, causing you to suck in a breath of surprise. He murmured his apologies, beginning to withdraw his hands, but you were faster. You reached out, stilling his retreating hands and placing them back on your body. You wanted this, you wanted him, and you wanted to make sure that he knew it.

He tilted his helmet curiously, waiting for you to give him a prompt. He took in your labored breathing, your increased heart rate, the way you bit your lip. Your eyes met his visor, and he could barely even see your eye color because your pupils were so blown with lust and desire. He groaned a deep, low sound in his chest at your obvious reaction to his presence.

“What do you want, sweet girl?” he ground out, trying to keep himself in check.

You moved your hands, gently cradling his helmet where his cheeks would be, breathing in his scent swirling so close to you. You could smell the blaster residue, the leather, the metal of his beskar, the soap you both used in the shower, and that smell that was uniquely his. You’d never get tired of it, not in this life or the next.

“I want you,” was your reply. “Touch me, Mando, please.”

“Din,” came his reply, almost in a whisper, as if it was something sacred.

You frowned, your nose scrunched up in confusion. You studied this helmet, eyes searching for answers.

“My name, it’s Din. Din Djarin.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, eyes wide with confusion. You knew the sacredness of a name in this Galaxy. Stars, you hadn’t even told him your own name for a solid three months. The only reason he had found out was because he overheard you talking to the kid one day. A name was even more sacred to a Mandalorian. It was precious, something to be guarded with the utmost care. You’d never even wagered that he’d give it to you, ever.

“You can use it, but with just me and the kid around. No one else gets to know it, no one but you.”

You nodded, understanding just how much it had taken for him to tell you. His name was a gift, something that you would keep close and cherish.

“Din,” you spoke the Mandalorian’s name for the first time, testing it on your tongue, relishing the taste of it in your mouth. It was a good name, a solid name, a name fitting for the warrior before you. “Din Djarin, a beautiful name.”

Hearing his name in your mouth set Din’s soul on fire. The way you spoke it, the way you had considered it and acknowledged the importance of what he had just given you, it made him want to hear it again and again. He wanted to listen to you moan his name in ecstasy, begging him for more, begging him for pleasure. He wanted to hear you yell it, mutter it, say it in everyday conversation. He wanted to hear his name drip from your lips for the rest of his life.

That night was the first time he took you and gave you pleasure. You had come on his tongue and fingers three times before you were strung out and exhausted. You fell asleep in his bunk wrapped tightly in his arms. That was two months ago.

You still had yet to take him fully, to allow him to be inside of you. You had admitted that you were nervous, that you had no experience to work off of. Din had been nothing but patient and kind, never pressuring you into anything that you weren’t comfortable with. He had told you that, “We have all the time in the world, sweet girl. There’s no need to rush.” You believed him wholeheartedly, but in the past weeks, you had found yourself wanting more. Sure, you were still frightened, you didn’t know what you were doing, but that burn and ache inside of you kept getting more intense as the days went by. You know that Din would take care of you.

It’s been a rough day, and that’s an understatement. You helped with the bounty this time because the information you were given indicated that this quarry was heavily guarded. Mando couldn’t say no to an extra blaster covering his ass. Thankfully, this mission was on Tatooine, meaning that you could leave the little one with Peli. Maker knows that woman loves your little green bean; how could she not? Green bean loves her right back and seems to be particularly fond of the pit droids. You think it has something to do with the fact that he can bonk their noses to make them spring to life, but you can’t be sure.

Unfortunately, it turns out that this asshole was much more protected than you had been led to believe. You would have some choice words for Greef Karga to pass along to whoever had commissioned this kriffing bounty. You both had more or less emerged unscathed, but there would most certainly be bruises covering you two from head to toe.

Once the bounty was frozen away in carbonite, you could breathe a little better. He wouldn’t be giving you any trouble now. When Peli saw that state you were in, she insisted that she keep the little one for the night, which was a relief. As much as you loved that sweet little boy, you needed a breather. Hopefully, you’d be able to spend some much needed time with just you and your Mandalorian.

You found yourself on Din’s lap with a blindfold covering your eyes so he could kiss you. You would rather not see anything at all and have his lips on yours than have your sight with his helmet on. You both were in your underclothes, your legs straddling him.

That’s when the kisses began. There was something about kissing Din Djarin that was otherworldly. The way he poured all his love and care into a kiss never ceases to blow you away. He always started so gently, building you up and setting you on fire. How could anything be that good, that pleasurable? He licked into your mouth, moaning at your taste. Your Mandalorian loved to kiss you. He nipped at your bottom lip, causing you to gasp, pleasure shooting straight down to your core.

He moved his kisses to your jaw and down the column of your neck, leaving bruising in his wake. Din whispered in your ear, telling you how beautiful you were, how good you tasted, how you were just for him. The thought that you were his, that this fearsome warrior had opened himself up enough to let you in, it urged you forward.

You began to rock back and forth on his thigh, chasing that feeling of bliss. He stopped you for a moment, helping you wiggle out of your panties, before urging you to start once more. This felt even better, your slick dripping out onto his thigh, helping you create beautiful friction. By the sounds he was making, Din was enjoying it, too. The feeling of his muscles hard beneath you, your clit rubbing deliciously against him, was heavenly. You could feel the sparks in your tummy, the clench of your cunt around nothing; you were so close.

Din urged you on, his hands at your hips, moving you. He muttered about how gorgeous you were as you took your pleasure on his thigh, how he wanted to see you cum on him, how he wanted to taste your sweet pussy after you came. His words were what finally did you in, the dam bursting and your orgasm hitting you full force. Your hips began to stutter, but your Mandalorian kept you moving, riding the waves of pleasure, extending your bliss. Finally, your whines led him to stop; you were far too sensitive to continue. You panted, trying to catch your breath.

As you sat there, your head on Din’s shoulder, centering yourself once more, you realized what exactly was pressing against your thigh. You could feel his rock hard, dripping cock, just within reach. The thought of it made your pussy clench and your mouth water. You wanted Din Djarin, all of him, in every way possible. You wanted to feel him inside of you, wrecking you and making you see stars.

“Din,” you murmured, “I want you.”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, breathing you in. “You have me, Mesh’la, any way you want me.”

You sat up straight on his lap, facing him. If you didn’t have a blindfold on, you’re sure you’d be looking him directly in the eye. “No, I want you. I want you inside of me; I want your cock, Din.”

Your Mandalorian groaned at your admission. There was nothing he wanted more. He took in the earnest expression on your face, looking for any sign of hesitance or anxiety. He never wanted you to feel pressured into doing anything that you didn’t want to do. He didn’t want you to feel as if you needed to do something to please him. He wanted you to explore sex at your own pace, never another’s.

“Cyare, are you sure? There is no rush for us. My satisfaction comes from the fact that I can satisfy you and that you trust me enough to allow me to be the first to touch you in this way. There is no timetable besides your wants, needs, and desires, mesh’la. I don’t want you to pressure yourself.”

You smiled at his words, his voice so soft and sweet for you. He was always so considerate, never rushing you or telling you that you were going too slowly. The kindness and care this great warrior continuously showed you reminded you of this complicated man’s duality. You felt safe with him, and you wanted all of him.

“Din, baby, no, I don’t feel pressured. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks now. I want to feel you inside of me; I want you to make love to me, please.”

He cradled your face in his palms for a moment, his thumbs gliding over your cheeks. Then, he kissed you. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was full of passion, sinking you deeper into arousal. He kissed you like you were the only thing in the world that he loved, and maybe he did. Perhaps you and the kid were his whole heart. His tongue expertly explored your mouth, causing you to mewl and moan. He knew just what would get you going.

He pulled away, sucking in precious oxygen as you did the same. Carefully, he turned the both of you around and laid you down on his cot. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the galaxy, not by a long shot. It was designed more for efficiency than comfort. The thing was, though, you didn’t care. It was Din’s, and he was willing to share it with you. You could feel him hovering over you, his breath warm against your face.

“Let me taste you, sweet girl. Let me get you ready to take my cock.”

You gasped, feeling his cock rock back and forth, covering himself in your slick. You were at a loss for words, so many sensations happening all at once. All you could manage was a nod, and a whimpered, “Please, Din.”

Your Mandalorian kissed his way down your body, leaving behind bite marks and bruises where he wanted to cause heightened sensations. Before he even made it to your pussy, you were already painfully wet for him. You could feel his breath ghosting over the place where you wanted him the most. You lifted your hips in an attempt to spur him on, but all it got you was a muscular arm forcing your hips back down to the cot.

“Patience, cyar’ika, I want you to feel every ounce of pleasure that I can wring out of you. Enjoy the moment, feel the suspense, don’t simply rush to the finish line, little one.”

You yelped as you felt him bite into the juncture of your hip and thigh, sucking in hard to leave a mark. He soothed the skin with his tongue, so close to where you needed him, but not close enough. He repeated the process on the other side, marking you in a place only the two of you would ever see, like a secret that you both would share.

Unexpectedly, his tongue licked a broad stripe from the bottom of your slit to your clit. You sighed; that was the feeling you so desperately wanted. He lapped at your cunt like a man starved, and you were the best thing on the menu. He knew how to work you into a frenzy, and quickly, he played your body like an instrument that he had been practicing on for a lifetime. You quaked and shook as your second orgasm of the night took hold, bursting and pulling you ever forward into the bliss you so desperately craved.

Even after you had ridden out your orgasm, Din didn’t stop. He worked you over, inserting one finger and then another inside of you, hitting that one spot inside you that made you see stars over and over. His mouth never stopped, his tongue lazily drawing loose circles around your clit, never slowing down, but keeping a steady pace. Your hips fought to lift off the cot, simultaneously fighting and chasing that feeling of ecstasy. When he scissored his fingers inside of you and twisted his wrist just so, you lost it once more. A scream that sounded something like his name tore out of your throat as the stars exploded behind your eyes.

You felt like you were floating in space, freely and without a care in the world. You reached a new height of pleasure that you’d never even imagined before. You could touch the sky and would never ever come down. You thought every encounter with your Mandalorian was pure rapture, but this was beyond anything you had ever felt before. You were panting, gasping for the oxygen your body so desperately needed, and you felt better than you ever had before. As your head left the clouds, you realized you had a dopey smile on your face, and your lover was covering you with kisses everywhere he could reach.

Vaguely, you heard his whispers in the dark. You were so good for me, mesh’la. You looked so beautiful cumming on my fingers and tongue. You taste divine, starshine. Those words went straight to your heart and to your pussy, flooding you with more arousal than you had ever thought possible. A deep kiss on your lips finally brought you back to the present, the warm body on top of you centering your mind.

“Are you ready for my cock, sweet girl? Do you still want to feel me inside of you? I promise I’ll go slow.”

You nodded in response, your words failing you.

“I need to hear you say it, cyare. I need to hear you tell me that you want this, that you’re sure.”

Your head lolled a bit as you processed his words, still feeling slightly hazy.

“Din Djarin, I want you inside of me. Please, please, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything before.”

He chuckled at your pleas, a smile pressed into the crook of your neck.

“I’ll be most delighted to give you what you want, sweet girl. Whatever you want, it’s yours. Are you ready for me?”

You breathed out a yes as you felt him coat himself in your slick, making sure he could ease into you. You knew he was quite large. You had curiously wondered aloud one day if all men were built like that. Even though his size intimidated you, you wanted everything he could give you. The excitement fizzled in your belly; you were getting wetter by the second.

Ever so slowly, your Mandalorian lined himself up with you and began to press in. You gasped at the feeling of just the head of his cock inside of you, the blunt tip spearing into you. He paused before he began to move again. Slowly, inch by inch, he pressed himself into you, stopping ever so often to make sure that you had time to adjust to him. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as the girls in your hometown had made it seem. Maybe they hadn’t been with the proper lovers, or perhaps the boys they were sleeping with were just inexperienced and too young. All you knew was that there was a pinch of pain, yes, but the pleasure outweighed any discomfort you may have felt.

You could feel every delicious inch of him inside you, splitting you open and filling you up like nothing ever had before. You could feel every ridge and vein as he inched his way into you. You couldn’t even put a name to this feeling, but you wanted more. Eventually, he was fully seated inside of you; your hips flush against his own. You felt so full, stuffed to the brim, and Maker, you loved it. He waited for a minute or two, allowing you to adjust to him and have a chance to take in all these new sensations. You had thought his fingers were terrific, but they were nothing compared to the feel of his cock deep inside of you.

He kissed you. It was all teeth, tongue, and lips, and stars; it was perfect. He devoured your mouth, taking what was his. You couldn’t help the little sounds that sprung up from your throat when he did that. He answered you with guttural groans of his own. You could feel the way those sounds made his chest rumble; you could feel it in your chest pressed against him.

He grabbed your leg, propping it up on his hip, and he began to move. He never went too fast for you or too hard, keeping a steady pace that kept you comfortable but still dragged you forward to a fourth orgasm. You didn’t even know you had it in you until Din used two of his fingers to assault your clit, encouraging that bundle of nerves to give you one more burst of pleasure. The combination of his cock deep inside you and his fingers on your clit was enough to send you toppling over the edge once more. This orgasm was more intense than the others, blazing white-hot through your veins and setting your soul on fire. If you thought you had been screaming before, you were mistaken. You writhed and squirmed under your lover, your pleasure causing your body to shake like a leaf. You sobbed his name over and over, tears spilling out of your eyes from sheer ecstasy.

Your Mandalorian groaned deeply at the feel of your pussy clamping down on him like a vice. You were so tight, to begin with, and your orgasm grabbed him and shoved him into his orgasm. As he emptied himself deep within you, he couldn’t help but mumble praises. “Oh Mesh’la, you’re so tight for me, so beautiful laid bare just for me. You’re such a good girl, a sweet girl, my girl. I’ll give you whatever you want, baby. Adventure, new experiences, my love- fuck if you want it, I’ll give you warriors, children of our own.”

You both laid there for a while afterward, basking in the glow of post-sex haze. You carded your fingers through his curls, gently scratching his scalp as he pressed sweet kisses into your skin. He was still inside you; neither of you could bear the thought of being parted just yet. You could stay like this forever, caught in this in-between time, not yet floating back into reality.

“I would like that,” you murmured, never stopping your movements in his hair.

“Like what, cyare?”

“For you to give me warriors of our own, Din.”

You could feel him twitch inside you, clearly interested. His head shot up, studying yours closely, looking for any falsehood or hesitance in your blindfolded face.

“You mean it?” He breathed out.

You grinned, feeling around for his face. You traced his sharp jawline, the proud cure of his nose, the pout of his plump lips. This was the face of the man you loved, the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Wherever he was in the Galaxy, that was home.

“Yes, my love, I mean it. We have our little green bean, and eventually, he’s going to need some friends to play with. We wouldn’t want him to be lonely. And besides, there’s no one I’d rather raise warriors with than you.”

You heard a faint sniffle before his lips were on yours once more. You had a family, but there was always room to add more to this clan of three.

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