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nrdmssgs · 10 months

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Hi! I'd like to request something about my OC and Ghost if it's alright with you and you're still taking requests. No pressure and absolutely no rush. If I missed that you're not taking requests at the moment, I'm sorry.

I'm writing a fanfic about my OC, and to know her better I'll link my headcanons of her https://www.tumblr.com/gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot/718834905462751232/sergeant-christine-riot-vega-task-force-141?source=share

I'm feeling a bit down with life and my fic so I thought I'd request something about them to cheer me up. Of course feel free to not answer or not do it, it's perfectly ok!

If you decide to do it, I'd prefer something fluff/smut (smutty fluff? fluffy smutt? :D ) or just fluff/comfort, whatever is fine, really. My fic is a slow burn and although there are signs (and I have their first kiss already written), I'd love to see something with them already established. In my head, although both are deeply traumatised (both having undergone torture and lost their families) their relationship is surprisingly healthy.

Again, should you have other questions, or just discard this completely, it's completely fine. Thank you for reading!

Masterlist Fluff with a sprinkle of smut in the end Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x OC of @gamergirlbones

Summary: Just a quiet evening with a silly game.

TW: A bit of smut under cut

Authors note: I hope, this makes you smile for at least a minute. I really wanted to keep things fluffy and comforting. This all is taking place long after their first kiss (and maybe confessions).

One of those evenings

“Your turn, Lt.”

Ghost blinked and looked around. If it wasn't for his mask, all others would see his puzzled expression right now. “Where were we?” Ghost voice is calm and steady, as if he wasn't desperately trying to remember, at what point of discussion his mind drifted away somewhere far.

“Ehm, we are all captured and sentenced to death. Each of us gets a last wish. No limits, but no cheating like ‘i wish for a 1000 wishes’ either.” As Gaz was reminding him of what were they discussing, Simon silently looked from one face to another, trying to guess, who came up with such an idea. Ghost was mentally betting on Johnny, but deep inside he knew that Riot could also offer such a grim game theme at the end of the day.

“So what would you wish for?” “A gun.”

A collective sigh of disappointment swept over the campfire around which they had all gathered. “We agreed to not cheat,” groaned Gaz. “Hey, I'm ok with that answer. It means, mine is still the best!” Soap is shining with pride, but Riot protests. “Hey, that's just not fair. We were competing to find the funniest of us - not the most strategic-minded. Ghost deserves a second chance on this one.”

“You want my last wish to be absurd?” Simon scoffs. “What am I supposed to ask for? A fucking cup of tea?”

“Na-a-ah, the parade in my honor is still funnier.” Soap winks at Riot and adds ‘Ok, Lt, last chance. Give us your best shot’.

Ghosts eyes travel down to his side, where Riot sits, but he stops himself. “I'd wish to relive one of those evenings.” Silence reigns around the campfire. Everyone seems to be waiting for him to elaborate.

***

Simons mind drifts to one of the memories, he values the most. That time, he managed to sneak her from the base, keep her to himself for some time. It was a dream come true: a few days of peace in her loving hands. From the moment, she exited his car and stepped into tall grass, coming closer to his remote cabin, till the moment she kissed him goodbye a few days later - this was heaven. On the first evening they made a bonfire, just like the one, they were sitting around right now. Only that time there were just the two of them.

The crackle of burning logs mingled with the din of crickets at sunset. He crawled over to her chair, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"It turns out I needed it." Her voice was tired and soft. “Of course you did. You've been burning that candle at both ends for too long.” Ghost felt, he should have made her go on this brief vacation earlier. “I know, how stressful it can get. Mission after mission, then obstacle courses back on the base, advanced weaponry, physical training…” Ghost reached for her hand, held it lightly, and barely touched his lips to the top of it. “And at the end of the day, you are left with a shittone of paperwork.” Christine winced.

“Oh, don't get me started on that one.” His croaky voice left a tingling feeling somewhere deep inside her chest. As if they communicated now not only verbally, although his touch was still pure and undemanding. Her body was exhausted, her mind - drifted to sleep. “Come on, let's get you to the bed,” Ghost whispered, not wanting to distract her peaceful state of mind. But when she refused and asked to ‘leave her right on this chair under the stars’, he rose without letting go of her hand and added: “Make your lieutenant proud: get up.”

“So many ways to abuse your rank, Lt. And still, you choose the most innocent one…” Christine murmured, but stood up and let him lead the way. It was only when she was undressed, bathed and nicely tucked with a cozy blanket, when Ghost finally answered her: “I'll use and abuse my rank in every most unholy way once you get a nice sleep, love.” Maybe it was banal fatigue, or maybe it was a burning eagerness to find out how he could ‘abuse his higher rank’, but she felt asleep quickly enough in his arms, catching the last seconds of her waking moments as he softly kissed her temple.

***

“One of those evenings?” Someone around the campfire finally vocalizes the question, that hung up in the air, since Ghost made his ‘last wish’.

“Ahem, how about we all agree that Soap won and call it a night?” Riot looks around and, without waiting for their answer, gets up and moves away towards one of the small shacks that served to 141 as temporary shelters before the start of the operation.

Ghost waits for a while, he always does. Just to stand up a bit later and disappear somewhere in the woods, tangling his traces. Their bond with Riot may be obvious to others, but he still keeps it all low.

He comes in to her cabin so quietly, it's almost impossible to hear his steps. But Riot always knows, when Simon gets closer to her, as if she feels his presence with some kind of the sixth Sense. So when he stops before a small sink to freshen up, it's actually her, who surprises him, sliding her fragile palms under his shirt.

“One of those evenings? Care to elaborate?” Simon practically hears her smiling, as she asks that. His hand covers hers under his shirt. “Go wait for me in bed, love. I'll be there in five.” Their voices are muffled, his fingers sink into the rye-gold of her hair, the other hand cradles her body in the most careful loving embrace. “Evenings, when I can steal you for myself alone.” His lips are brushing against her jawline. “Evenings, when you can feel safe in my hands.” His body is radiating with heat, making her pull off her shirt after a short time. “Evenings, when you don't need to be strong and composed, and can lose yourself under my touch.”

Eventually her pants are too so warm and uncomfortable. Simon helps her out of them. They stay snuggled as he keeps describing her his last wish, his chin resting on top of her head, his fingers slowly drifting up and down her spine. Christines mind slowly drifts as he purrs his most treasured memories of them two into her ear. At the back of her mind, she questions herself, how many of those evenings are there left. But his heat and the hardness beneath Christine make her forget those fears. The way he, a hardened soldier, a living breathing legend of the battlefields frowns under her touch… The way his breath hitches every time her fingers casually slide up the inside of his thigh… This is all too much to still count their coming evenings. Simon too eventually stops reminiscing on the past and concentrates on what is important right now: her in his hands. His fingers slowly caressing her through the underwear, his lips forming the most beautiful, yet unspoken words along her ears and neck. Christine - not Riot, but his Christine looses her quiet and a tad bitter demeanor the moment his mouth slants over hers, pulling her into his lap, her panties pulled to the side. He makes her forget that stupid game, forget her doubts and pains with a first solid thrust. Rolling her over, cradling her body underneath his, dragging small whimpers and moans from her lips - this is another night to remember. Another night, he'd wish, he could relive again and again.

After her first release Simon lowers his mouth to her ear and asks “Any particular wishes for your second round, dear?”. Her eyes are wet, darkened with a thick veil of desire. “You were so gentle… I'd love you to be bolder this time.” “How much, love?” His smile is loving, but his voice grows somewhat sinister.

She grits her teeth and exhales. “I want it rough. I want to feel every vein, every single inch… But not your mercy this time.”

His chuckle is low, and dark, and not at all soothing as his palm slides up to squeeze her breast. “Is that all?”

She shudders a breath, realizing what a deep void she has just discovered.

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november-rayne · 9 months

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sera's Trials

Summary: Loki uses his powers to get to the bottom of Sera's claim.

Sigyn and Loki have another heart-to-heart talk about moving forward.

Word Count: 5000 (sorry)

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Chapter Index

Sigyn looked to the Queen in a panic, “What is he doing? Is he hurting her?”

Frigga shook her head. “She is fine. Loki is tapping into her mind, going through her memories.”

“Why did we not start with that?” Sigyn huffed, her ire still fresh.

It was a strange sensation, seeing himself in someone else’s memories. Loki suppressed a grin, seeing himself through her eyes as he gave her pleasure, as she tenderly washed his hair and watched him sleep as the sun started peeking over the horizon.

Before she was his chambermaid, Sera worked in the laundry, delivering fresh towels and sheets to the maids and picking up the soiled items to be cleaned. One day she found herself unable to take her eyes off a mason as he repaired a low stone wall near the servant’s entrance of the palace. Their affair lasted nearly a year…

‘Absolutely not! Under no circumstances are you to go and work for that man.’

‘The last time I checked, we were not married. You cannot tell me who I can and cannot work for. Besides, that man is a Prince of Asgard and pays ridiculously well.’

‘And why do you think that is? Huh? You would be spending more time in his bed than making it.’

‘He has lovers all over the palace. What would he need with me?”

‘Oh, come on. Do not tell me you are this naïve! You are young and beautiful. It is no coincidence that he wants you to tend to his private rooms.” He took a deep breath, “You know of his reputation, the way he goes through the servants. He will have you on your knees before your first week ends.”

“That is not true! This is nothing but a wonderful opportunity for me. Just think, with this pay increase, we could save up and get our own place. We could stop sneaking around the palace. Don’t you want to move out of the servant’s quarters? Wouldn’t it be nice not to share a bathroom with thirty other men? Don’t you want a future together?” She ran her hands down his chest.

“Of course, I do, Sera, but I cannot compete with a prince.” He held her with his rough, calloused hands. “And I will not share you with another man.”

‘Jakob, I love you. I will not give in to his… allure. Just think of the money.”

‘You would be his whore! I am putting my foot down. If you accept this job, we are through.’

Loki watched himself charm her during her first week on the job. She was pretty and eager to do good work. He felt the guilt she felt the first time he patted her bottom and sent her to fetch his dinner. He felt the dizzy spell she endured as she set his table and the realization that set in as she returned to the servant’s quarters, counting the days in her head, trying to remember when her courses were supposed to start.

She knocked on the door to one of the men’s residences.

One of Jakob’s roommates answered, ‘Oh hey, love. What brings you by?’

‘I need to speak to Jakob right away.’

‘Oh, din’ he tell ya, love? Jakob resigned today. Took all his things and moved out.’

‘What?! Where did he go?’ She felt like she was going to faint.

‘Yur as white as a sheet, love. You gonna be all right?’

‘No!’ She braced herself on the doorframe. ‘I need to see Jakob.’

‘Well, he din’ leave any notes or tell any of us where he was headin’.’

She turned slowly and started making her way down the hall. Shattered.

‘If you be needin’ any company, you come back and see me, love.’

He felt her heartache when she realized Jakob was not coming back. He saw the exact moment in her mind when she decided that she did not want to raise a child on her own, that she would put all thoughts of her lover aside and focus on making her way up the ranks of service. He tasted the vile teas and herbs she consumed in secret.

Loki watched her memories of himself as he flirted with her. He also saw the exact moment she decided to flirt back. The thrill she got when he kissed her for the first time—the butterflies in her stomach as he led her to his bed.

He felt her determination to put Jakob out of her mind and allow him to use her for his pleasure. He felt how unprepared she was to discover that he was mindful of her pleasure too. How he kept checking in with her to be sure she was enjoying it as much as he was. How he took his time caressing her, drowning her in praise, smothering her in kisses.

Like a lover.

He heard her thoughts as she questioned whether he had developed feelings for her.

He felt her dread as she had to leave his bed before he woke, trying very hard to be quiet as she got sick in his bathroom. He saw the fear in her eyes as she looked in the mirror, realizing the teas she had purchased had not worked. She told herself not to panic and carry on as if nothing was amiss. She would pray to the Norns for a solution. A new outcome would present itself. It had to.

His words told her not to become attached, but his attentiveness and care in the bedroom convinced her she was a cherished prize. She thought that maybe, just maybe, he would keep her once he realized her secret. She had to pretend her breasts weren’t tender when he squeezed them. She had to cut down on the amount of food she ate to avoid gaining weight.

Of course, she knew he would never marry her, but he could afford to keep her as a mistress. She did not need luxury, just comfort and security. She was hopeful.

And then she was heartbroken again, as he too had left her behind. He watched her in his mind as she ran her hand along his abandoned garments hanging in his wardrobe. She fluffed his pillows that had not been slept on. She uncorked his shampoo to breathe in the scent of him once more.

Depressed and despondent, she returned to her job in the laundry during his absence. She was barely eating, hardly sleeping. She cut ties with her friends and coworkers. She stopped herself from thinking of the future. She focused on her job and waited patiently for one of her lovers to return to her.

Until one day, she woke to a buzz of excitement thrumming through the entire palace. The lost prince had finally returned, the King and Queen were en route back to their home, and Loki was to meet his betrothed for the first time in front of all the capital's citizens.

She joined the crowds awaiting the arrival of the royals. When the princes emerged from the main entrance and took their place in front of the palace, she could not believe her eyes. It was Prince Loki, but he did not look well. His coloring was off, his clothes hung on him loosely, and his movements were anxious and agitated. She felt the overwhelming urge to care for him, nurse him back to health, and ensure he was comfortable and happy.

And then she saw it- the exact moment his eyes landed on Lady Sigyn. His posture changed, and the look on his face could only be described as awe.

Sera could no longer watch and ran back to her empty quarters. She threw herself on her small bed and cried until her tears had dried up. She needed to get back in the prince’s good graces and quickly. She would not be able to keep her secret much longer. She had to remind him of what he missed while he was away.

With renewed determination, she bathed and got ready with the prince in mind. She left her hair loose, as he preferred, and dabbed sweet-smelling oils on her wrists and behind her ears. She planned to seduce him, pleasure him in all the ways she knew made him weak, and while he was pliant and sated, she would suggest he hide her away somewhere as his mistress after he was married. It was a gamble, but she didn’t know what else to do.

She donned her maid uniform and strode confidently into his chambers, the guards barely giving her a second glance. She found him fast asleep in his bed. He looked less sickly than he had earlier, peaceful, beautiful. She watched him sleep for a while before deciding to wake him in his favorite manner- with her mouth.

Loki felt the confusion, heartbreak, and panic she felt as he rebuffed her advances. Her clawing desperation as he led her from his rooms. Her utter humiliation as she was led to the security offices by a guard.

She was given only enough time to gather her belongings before being escorted to a plain open carriage and deposited at a large inn miles and miles from the palace on the capital's outskirts. Her new employers were brisk and harsh with her. Her new accommodations were dreary and run down. Her fellow maids were cruel and mocked her for getting rejected from the palace. They called her ‘Princess’ and made her few weeks there Hel.

It was one of her roommates that had gotten her fired. She noticed Sera’s little bump one day as she changed clothes, despite her best efforts to hide it. The innkeepers put her out immediately and told her to go back home to her parents. She laughed bitterly; what a thing to say to a girl orphaned as a baby. Her only family had been a grandmother who passed on when she was just out of secondary school. She had been on her own ever since. Until she met Jakob.

Jakob.

Her heart broke for him. For him and for the future they would never have together. For the little passenger she carried with her everywhere she went, the little fighter who was adamant about being born into this cruel world.

She stood behind the inn with her bag in hand and cried. She cried until her sobs became giggles. She laughed at the utterly ridiculous situation she found herself in. ‘Playwrights could not have penned a more tragic story.’ She thought as she started walking, with no destination in mind.

She had no idea where she would sleep this night. She had no idea where to go until she turned a corner and saw the top of the golden palace come into view, far off in the distance.

She realized she could only have been pregnant a few weeks before she started sleeping with the prince. If there were even a slim chance he would claim the child, she had to take it. Even if he sent her away once the child was born, she could find a new job and start fresh, knowing the baby would be better off without her.

‘And if I am caught lying?’ she pondered. ‘Surely the King would not execute a single pregnant girl?’

Imprisonment would not be ideal, but at least she would have meals and a place to sleep, she rationalized. What did she have to lose?

With a new plan in place, she steeled her nerves and started the long journey to the palace gates.

oOXOo

Loki opened his eyes and looked at his mother with a heartbreaking expression.

“Was there no one else?” Frigga asked quietly.

Loki kept his hand on the top of Sera’s head. He gave her gentle pats as she came around. “The child is not mine.” His voice was barely above a whisper. He looked to Sigyn, her noticeable relief was plain on her face.

“She knowingly lied about the paternity of her child?” Frigga asked.

“She did not feel like she had any other choice. She knew it was a risk, yet she took it anyway, hoping I would claim the child and give it a good life, with or without her.” He bent over and placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head.

“Your Highness?” Sera asked meekly. Her bottom lip jutted out slightly as Loki fell heavily into the seat beside her, drained.

Loki stroked her arm, “I am sorry, Sera. I am very sorry about everything you have been through. I am so very sorry Jakob left you because of me.”

She wiped a single tear from her cheek, “Will I be going to the dungeon now?”

“Not if I can help it.”

The servants entered with tea and platters of food. “Ah, just in time.” Loki smiled, “The Lady gets very cranky when she is hungry.” He winked at Sigyn as he stood. “I need to speak to the King and Queen privately. Can I trust you two to be alone for a few minutes?” Loki stood, kissed Sigyn on her cheek, and squeezed her arm affectionately.

“Do not plan any political coups while I am gone.” He warned Sigyn before he motioned for his parents to meet him in the throne room.

“Yes, Your Highness.” She gave him a smirk as she curtsied.

Loki closed the door behind him and took a deep breath, immediately regretting it because of the pain his ribs had caused him. Frigga placed her hand on his arm.

“Sera needs our help, Father. She knowingly lied to the Crown and leveled a false claim, but I ask that you please show mercy. Obviously, she needs to see the midwife, but she also needs our help finding the child’s father. He left before she knew she was pregnant.”

Odin crossed his arms over his chest, “Go on.”

“He worked and lived here at the palace. A stone mason. Jakob Larson. They were starting to plan a life together, but he left her. And it is all my fault.”

“How could it possibly be your fault?” Frigga asked, her face etched with concern.

“I stole her future from her the day she came to work for me.”

“How so?”

“She…” He raked his hand over his face, “She just wanted a better life and a home with her beau. I did not think of the negative consequences bringing her to my chambers could bring about. I only thought of the game. Getting her to submit to me, the fun I could have with her.” Loki leaned heavily on the wall. Exhausted.

“Wisely, her lover warned her to stay away from me. He knew my true intentions. He told her they would be done if she accepted the job. I made her an offer she could not refuse, and he broke it off with her.

“She was determined to remain faithful to him, to prove that she could earn a good living without whoring herself. Her words, Mother, not mine.” Loki could not meet his mother’s eyes; he stared at his boots. “She went to him to tell him about the baby, but he had already left the palace. He left without saying goodbye.” Loki’s eyes started to tear up; he still felt the effects of Sera’s emotions.

“Apologies,” he said as he wiped his eyes with his thumb, “this tends to happen when I linger too long in one’s mind.”

“Oh, my dear boy.” Frigga patted his face.

“Do not coddle him, Frigga. He is a grown man. He has brought this upon himself.” Odin was stoking his beard, deep in thought.

The Queen started to protest, to defend her youngest son, but stopped herself. Perhaps she had spoiled him too much. She had knowingly turned a blind eye to his activities with their staff. She chalked his behavior up to his element, his mischief. She could have been as strict with him as she had been with Thor, but she had always had a soft spot for him, especially after Odin started Thor's tutelage and paid less attention to Loki.

“You are right. I think I will check on the girls. I am sure whatever you decide will be fair.” She squeezed Odin’s arm and then kissed Loki’s cheek. He bowed to his mother as she made her exit. Before she left, she said, “But do hurry this along. I am ready for this day to be over.”

Odin sighed, “Do you see how she subtly gives me orders? As not to make it obvious that she is the boss. Your Sigyn could learn from her.”

The corner of Loki’s mouth turned up, “I was not kidding about her when she is hungry. Thank you for not admonishing her. She thought she was protecting my child.” Loki shook his head, “She is so passionate, so…”

“Loyal,” Odin nodded. “With some training, she will be a wonderful addition to the Æsir.”

Loki’s heart leaped, “Father… you would make her a Goddess?”

“I do not see that I have a choice. You saw how strong her element is. I have never seen it come through in such a way. I will need to send a message to Idunn right away. I can trust that you will keep this just between the two of us for now?”

“I promise,” Loki swore. “Thank you.” Loki bowed to the King.

“Now, what to do with the girl?” Odin stroked his beard. “She cannot go unpunished, regardless of her situation. She could have saved herself some trouble if she had just been forthcoming from the beginning.”

“I agree. But I do not think imprisonment is fair.”

“All right. What would you suggest?”

Loki was slightly baffled that his father would ask for his input on the matter, “Well I… I would place her on house arrest. Give her proper medical attention. Give her a modest room, but always keep a guard on her so she does not flee. Not that she has anywhere else to go. We could check with the employment department and see if Jakob Larson left a forwarding address. Locate the father of her child and summon him back to the palace to retrieve her. She could be assigned community service in the interim. Something she could do easily in her condition.” Loki shrugged his shoulder, “Fold towels? Mending?”

Odin was thoughtful for a minute, “And what if this Jakob Larson rejects the girl and their child? They were not married. He is not legally bound to take her back with him.”

“Well… in that instance, I suppose I could… with your permission, of course, keep the child as my ward. I would pay for his education and ensure that he enters a noble profession when he comes of age. He would not be my heir, so the title of Warden would go to Anderson’s grandson after I am gone.”

“You would take financial responsibility for a child that is not yours? The child of your whore?”

“She was not… I never thought of her as a whore.”

“You paid her for sex.”

“Yes, technically, but… I was mindful of her needs as well. I never proceeded with anything she was uncomfortable doing.” Loki lowered his voice, “Father, I thought you, of all people would understand.”

“If you are referring to Margit, I can assure you that was an entirely different scenario. I cared for her very deeply. Our affair lasted over a century. When the news of my betrothal was announced, I wanted to keep her, but she turned down my offer to be my mistress. Thankfully so. We went our separate ways, and I found love and happiness with your mother.”

“Apologies Father, I had no idea. I just assumed it was a strictly physical relationship.”

Odin waved his hand dismissively, “We need to focus on the issue at hand.” He started pacing across the dais. “I will sleep on this matter and render my verdict tomorrow. I am far too tired to make a good decision tonight. I will collect your mother and have dinner brought to our chambers. Let the girls eat, then send Sigyn back to her father. I will leave it up to you how much of this gets back to His Lordship.”

“Yes, Father.” Loki frowned, “Lord Anderson will want to know what was so important as to keep us from the feast. I am not looking forward to that conversation.”

“No matter. It can wait until you have rested. You are supposed to be taking it easy. You should not have physically and mentally drained yourself just coming off an injury. We would have gotten to the truth eventually.”

“There was too much on the line. I could not bear the thought of calling off the wedding. I owed it to Sigyn to erase any doubt in her mind.”

“Tomorrow is your last day as a single man. I am ordering you to stay in bed so your body may regenerate as needed.”

“Yes, Father.”

“See that the girl is secured somewhere for the night and delivered to the hospital ward first thing tomorrow morning for a full medical examination. I will have Henrik assemble a team to track down Jakob Larson.”

Loki bowed and bid his father goodnight.

After the King and Queen exited, Loki was left in the small council room with Sigyn and Sera. Sera was nervously standing next to her chair at the table.

“Please,” Loki waved his hand toward her plate, “Finish eating.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” She sat and looked down at her hands in her lap, feeling entirely out of place.

“Here, try the dandelion salad. The greens are good for you and the baby.” Sigyn scooped some salad onto her plate.

Sera stared at her briefly, asking, “Why are you being nice to me?”

“I have no quarrel with you, Sera.”

“But I… I tried to…”

“I know what you tried to do.” She gave her a tight smile. “I can empathize with you while simultaneously wanting to rip your head off in a jealous rage. More tea?”

“My Lady?”

Sigyn topped up her cup from the kettle, “You were alone and desperate. I do not blame you for grasping for a lifeline. Coming from a life of privilege, I do not have the faintest idea what I would have done differently if I were in your shoes.”

She glanced up and gave Loki a wistful look before turning her attention to Sera, “With that being said, I am envious of the proximity you have had to the Prince. You have spent more time alone with him than I have. You have had the privilege of sleeping in his bed, and I have not. So, I think that I can be forgiven for feeling a little… stabby.”

“I understand.” Sera swallowed thickly and slid her cutlery to the other side of her plate, out of Sigyn’s reach.

Sigyn took a drink of her tea and then looked at Loki across the table. “You need to eat as well.” She said as she motioned to the platters of food before focusing on her plate again.

Sera looked to Loki, confused. “Should I… make you a plate, Your Highness?”

“No, Sera. It is not your job to serve me anymore. You are here as a guest for now. Please, eat. I insist.” Loki ran his hand through his hair, “Sigyn, darling, I am too tired to eat right now. I will have a big breakfast in the morning. I promise.”

Sigyn scoffed, “Too tired to eat? I have never been that tired.” She took a big forkful of salad into her mouth.

Loki sat across the table from the two women and watched them eat. They were from two different worlds, different as could be socially but strangely similar in other ways. They had similar coloring and bone structures, long dark hair, and elegant limbs. They both had pretty eyes and thick lashes. And their lips… Loki felt heat flood his belly.

‘No! Absolutely not! What the fuck is wrong with you?’ he chastised himself. He shook his head to clear it before the wicked image could fully form in his mind.

He cleared his throat and crossed his legs. “Sera, I should let you know that the King has not come to a final decision yet. But he has granted you accommodation for the night. You must have a medical examination in the morning. While you are here, you will have a guard on you, though I do not want you to fret. If you were meant for the dungeons, he would have put you there by now.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Sera nodded. “May I speak?”

“Go on.”

She placed her fork down, “You have always treated me with kindness. Very few in my life have done so. I am sorry that I mistook your kindness for affection. I never wanted to cause trouble.”

“I know. But I should not have used you the way I did.”

“I never felt used, Your Highness,” she blushed.

Sigyn arched an eyebrow at Loki as she chewed.

“Yes, well, regardless. It was inappropriate. I used my status and wealth to put you in a position where you felt it difficult to say no to my offer. It should never have happened.”

“I am not sorry it happened,” Sera offered. “You were a welcome distraction from my heartbreak.”

“You would not have been heartbroken in the first place if it weren’t for me.”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. Only the Norns know.”

oOXOo

Once the girls were finished eating, Loki handed Sera off to a housekeeper and a palace guard. She was taken to a small, single-room, interior apartment and given a few changes of clothes, a new pair of shoes, books, and jigsaw puzzles to keep her occupied.

Loki and Sigyn stood in the empty hallway outside the small council room. Sigyn stood quietly and waited for Loki to speak. He watched her as she stood across from him but not meeting his eyes.

“You are upset with me.” Not a question.

She let out a long, slow breath. “You made love to her?”

“I admitted to sleeping with my maids. That was not a deception.”

“You didn’t just take your pleasure from her?”

“Well, no. Where is the fun in that?”

“When she warmed your bed, did you hold her as she slept?”

“Usually.” He quirked his eyebrow at her, perplexed.

“Did you kiss her mouth? Whisper in her ear? Call her pet names? Stroke her hair? Did you look into her eyes as you spilled inside her?”

“I…” He did not know what to say. He just looked at her. He was trying to read her expression.

She looked up to the ceiling, “You didn't just fuck her, Loki! You were intimate with her! You made love to her!”

He was confused, “No, Sigyn, sweetling, I have only ever loved you. I swear it.” He looked into her eyes, pleading. “I admitted to bedding my maids. I admitted this to you. You…” Loki swallowed thickly, “you told me that you understood.”

“What I understood…” She took a deep breath to keep from yelling, “…is that you paid your maids for sex. What I do not understand is how you could treat them like a lover and not expect them to get emotionally attached to you.”

“I… I told them not to become attached. I told them not to develop feelings for me.”

Sigyn threw her arms up in the air. “Ohhhh… you told them. I see. If I told you I was not upset right now, would you believe me?”

“Of course not! You are visibly upset.” Realization dawned on him. “Oh shit.” He turned away from her and ran his hand over his face. “Okay. I see what you mean.”

“Loki, are you telling me you never once had feelings for her?”

“No.” Loki shook his head; his voice was quiet. “I was getting ready to replace her before I got the news of our betrothal. She was one in a string of hundreds. Not special. It's horrible. I realize that now. I am not proud of myself.” He turned back to face her.

She took his hand into both of hers. “I will be honest; I felt better when I thought you were just using her to get off. I know I shouldn’t. I should be relieved that you were never cold with the women you brought into your bed. But how can I know, when you make love to me, that you love me as you say? If you can be affectionate with anyone, what makes going to bed with me special?”

He released her hands and wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her close. He rested his forehead on hers. “It will be special because it will be you. I love you. I love you, Sigyn. From the moment I laid eyes on you, felt your hand in mine, heard your voice. When I pressed my lips to the back of your hand and took in the scent of your skin. I was irrevocably in love with you. I never wanted children until I saw you. I have never had anyone occupy so much of my mind before.” He pulled back to look into her eyes. “My heart has never done these weird little flips before. It must be love.”

He smiled at her, “I must admit that I do love to touch and caress and kiss. I am not ashamed to admit that I do love a good cuddle. I do sleep better with a soft, warm body in my arms. I do love giving pleasure as much as I love receiving it. I love the effect my voice has on people, so I do like to whisper in ears and give pet names. I realize it was selfish of me to think that I could do as I please and expect people not to get attached.”

Sigyn took a deep breath, “So, I don't have to worry about you running off the maid?”

Loki laughed, “No.”

“The cook?”

“No.” He rubbed his hand on her back.

“A guard?”

“Depends… which one?”

She slapped his arm. “I would follow you, you know.”

“I know.”

He placed his hand on her neck and kissed her forehead, “Do not ever doubt that you are special to me. You are my precious gift. I will honor you and cherish you always. I love you, Sigyn.”

“As I love you, Loki.”

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netherfeildren · 9 months

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now that you’ve written for both Joel and Din what are your favorites about both the characters 😳😳😳

ohhhhh this is such a good question !!!! i’ll say that joel’s voice has always come extremely easily to me when writing like i feel like i just know him so well at this point and din has not been like that at all not even a little bit. TCC has been a struggle for me from the start but i also feel like it’s my strongest writing structurally to date just for the complexity of the plot and timeline.

my fav thing about joel hands down is the nurturing aspect of his character — how protective he is, self sufficient, competent, etc. and i love writing that side of him into my stories. a man that will just handle any sort of situation that arises with a calm and level head 🥵🥵🥵 and with din hmm honestly the smut has turned out to be so like idk bossy ? he’s constantly telling her what he wants her to do and then being absolutely delighted when she does the complete opposite and that dynamic has been very interesting for me to write especially bc i hadn’t planned that from the get go he’s kind of just evolved like that. there’s obviously a very dominant aspect to all the joel’s i write but there’s something slightly different in the way this version of din is turning out to be, like he gives orders and he expects them to be followed and she likes that he’s giving them and then likes doing the contrary, like it’s something she also needs in a way… idk their dynamic is evolving at a very interesting pace and i’m excited for you all to see it 🌚

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lucy-sky · 2 years

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Lucy! For your milestone celebration, might I ask for a kiss drabble?! It is such a cute idea! 💕 If I may ask for Din with the place in the rain and the reason being a first date?

Surprise (Din Djarin x Reader)

1143 words (once again turned out a bit longer than a normal drabble - I just can’t resist writing flashbacks and backstories); tooth-rotting fluff, partners/friends to lovers; gender neutral reader.

AO3 link

A/N: I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! :’))

REQUESTS CLOSED!

”So… Where exactly are we going?” you ask curiously, leaning against Din’s shoulder. Coordinates on the display don’t tell you anything. Pretty unusual of Din to hide something from you like that - you and him work together for almost a year, and your relationship grew from two rivaling bounty hunters into close friends who can trust each other with your lives.

Yes, you used to be… not very fond of each other, mildly speaking. But one day when the job went wrong, he was there to save you. That’s the way Din Djarin is - he can be grumpy, but never indifferent. So when you learnt that Razor Crest was destroyed, you offered him your ship and your company. It took a while to start really getting along, but in the end you both admitted that being partners is way more profitable than competing with each other for another bounty. It also turned out you have quite a lot in common: both lost parents at a rather young age, but not too young to forget how it happened; both pretty much used to being on your own.

“Din?”

“You’ll see,” he mutters. Maker, what’s going on? Why is he so mysterious today?

“Is that a date?” you say teasingly, but instantly regret it, because even through the helmet and the layers of coarse fabric and bescar you can feel him tensing.

“Sorry uh… I was just kidding. I mean it’s just that you left Grogu at Peli’s tonight, so I… Nevermind, just-”

“It’s a surprise,” he cuts you off.

“Oh.”

“Your birthday’s today, right?” Din suddenly asks. You blink at him, caught completely unawares.

“Wait, what?... You... you remembered?..”

You only mentioned your upcoming birthday once and it was during an argument. Din insisted that the job was too dangerous, so you should stay on board the ship and wait for him there. You had a different opinion.

“Look, Mando. It’s cute that you’re trying to protect me, but I think I have a right to decide for myself. I’m not a kid. Just so you know, I’m turning ___ years old in exactly three months! And don’t forget that I actually used to work alone before I met you!”

“Yeah, right. And got yourself in trouble,” he cocked his head, and you could clearly hear a chuckle in his voice, even through the modulator.

“Oh really? As if you’ve never been in trouble, bucket head!” you raised your eyebrows, putting your hands on your hips. Din let out a deep sigh.

“Okay. Fair enough,” he admitted. “Fine. Let’s do it together.”

“I always remember important things,” Din replies, still focused on piloting the ship. You feel your cheeks heating up.

“Yeah, but… It’s not important, really,” you mumble. “I haven’t celebrated it for ages, so…”

“Maybe it’s time to start,” he shrugs, finally turning his head in your direction. You don’t even know what to say. It’s so absolutely unexpected, and it makes your heart swell in your chest - a feeling you've never known before.

“We’re almost there,” Din announces, breaking the silence. “Prepare for landing.”

You obey quietly, taking your seat behind him and fastening the belt. You’re still flustered, but smiling to yourself.

A few minutes later you step out of the ship. The air is warm, filled with scents of unknown flowers, and you think you’ve never seen this much green in your entire life.

“You like your surprise?” Din asks, and you beam at him.

“I love it.”

Together you take a little walk before settling down on top of the hill. The sky already started turning light pink, the sun painting the tops of the trees with warm light.

“This planet is famous for its most beautiful sunsets in the galaxy,” Din tells you as you admire the view.

“That’s why you took me here?”

“Yeah, but also… Also there are no people around, so…” he pauses for a moment, “so I can do this.”

You watch his hands reaching the helmet and nearly hold your breath. Din's taking off his helmet, and somehow it's something so intimate, even though it's not the first time - you already saw his face once.

He was injured, unconscious, and you panicked. You’ve never been so scared of losing someone before. Probably because you didn’t really allow yourself to get too close with anyone. Without thinking, you removed the helmet to fix the wound on Din’s head before it was too late. Only when he woke up, and you saw his bewildered expression, you realized what you’ve done and your heart sank at the terrible thought.

“What if he never forgives me?..”

But to your surprise and relief Din didn’t seem angry or upset with you. He quietly explained that actually… He wasn’t a Mandalorian any longer, and technically there was nothing wrong about taking off the helmet for him. Not anymore.

“I’d still prefer other people not to know it though.”

His voice sounded unusually soft and somehow oddly vulnerable without the modulator.

“It’s uh… easier like that… You know. ”

“I understand,” you nodded, handing him the helmet. The smile on his face was incredibly gentle before he put it back on.

It happened a little more than a month ago. And now you’re looking at his bare face again, and every feature is so dear to you. Those big brown eyes looking at you with unspeakable tenderness; messy curls and patchy beard; lips that curl in a soft and shy smile. For the second time today you’re lost for words as his hand reaches your face, tentatively tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you breathe out.

It’s a chaste kiss at first, a soft brush of his lips against yours, so sweet but not nearly enough. You open up to him, fingers carding through the soft curls on the back of his head, and Din gladly accepts your invitation, darting his tongue forward to meet yours. A quiet hum escaping him is the sweetest sound you’ve heard.

“So I was right then… It’s a date,” you murmur against his mouth, making him chuckle softly.

“I think it is,” he confirms, kissing you again.

You’re completely lost in each other and don’t even notice the first drops of rain on your skin until it hits with full force.

“Dank farrik!” Din curses as you yelp in surprise.

“What the… Where did it come from?..” you shiver, scooting closer to his frame. “I mean… there wasn’t a single cloud like a minute ago!..”

“Well of course it had to happen exactly when I’m not wearing a helmet for once,” Din states, rolling his eyes, and you snort a laugh.

“You know what? I actually don’t mind the rain.”

“Yeah,” his fingers grasp your chin, gently tilting your face, his eyes deep and sparkling. “Me neither.”

Thank you for reading!!

No pressure tags: @munsonownsmyass & @afangirlshideaway

1500 Milestone Celebration Drabbles Masterlist

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the-obiwan-for-me · 11 months

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13, 14, and 15 for the choose violence ask?

Oh boy.

I am about to get unpopular (to be fair, I don't know if I'm even popular).

13. Worst blorbfication.

Admittedly, I am An Old, and have a tenuous grip on the meaning of some of these fandom words, but I believe this is just generally a term for "let's really hyperfixate on this particular character, possibly to the point of misunderstanding or completely rewriting their character." Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.

Cody. Fight me.

I love clones. I understand why they're a popular group of characters to love and write about and make art for. I adore Rex and Wolfe and Gregor. The Bad Batch boys. Beloved Howzer. But the absolute rabidness for Cody makes zero sense to me.

His main personality trait is…. competent? He is a human shaped wall for Obi-Wan to talk at. And he does talk at him. Obi-Wan has more dialogue with Rex, Waxer, and Boil (and probably some others, but TCW is long and I can only remember so much) than he ever does with Cody. He has more chemistry with Rex!

Clearly this is Codywan related, and, by all means, ship and let ship, but I just really wish people understood that 99% of Cody's so-called personality is absolutely fanon. Not canon. He's boring and flat in canon. Some people write a beautiful character for him, and I appreciate that, but please understand the FANS are making him interesting. He isn't actually interesting. And to be clear, it is the Cody fans that are the brilliant, creative masterminds behind making Cody an interesting character. That's you! Not the creators! Be proud of what YOU created! Be mad your favorite blorbo got the personality of a doorstop in canon!

Runner up is the Armorer, especially in regards to shipping her with Bo-Katan. Y'all, she is not a nice person. Again, ship and let ship, but your favorite lesbian is a cult leader who leads a cult that actively works at alienating the members from each other, she kicked Din out, called him an apostate, and told him he could only be forgiven by doing what was thought, until he steamrolled him way through the challenge, to be an impossible task. She's bad. And it's ok to let bad guys be bad! The baddies are more interesting, anyway! I can go on and on about this but I won't. If you want more, send me an ask.

Honorable mention is woobyfying any baddie. It's cool to dive into why a baddie is bad, but please, for the love of all that is good and holy, understand that it is ok, fun, right, and highly entertaining to love baddies because they are bad. One merely has to read a few of my fics to understand how much I love my garbage boys (Pre Vizsla, Maul, Dryden Vos, Orson Krennic). Let your baddies be bad. You will have more fun, I promise.

14. That one thing you see in fics all the time.

Confession: I read very little fic these days (prefer to write in my downtime), and I typically only read fic written by certain people OR fic that is recommended to me by people who know what I like. I was curious the other day, and clicked on the Obi-Wan/Satine tag on AO3 and was instantly reminded why I have become so discerning about what I read. Despite being on their tag, the first 4 or 5 fics were actually Codywan, Jango/Obi, ArmorBo for some reason, and possibly something else that was definitely not an Obitine fic. And all of those fics were not kind to Satine.

So, this is why I'm pretty picky about fics (keep in mind, I read pretty much only fics about Obi-Wan and/or Kryzes. I have extremely limited interests when it comes to fic, though I'm always up for some good Mara Jade!).

I don't like most m/m Obi-Wan fics. Not because I don't like m/m or I'm a homophobe, or anything like that, but because Obi-Wan is so often written to be a fragile, delicate flower in need of some big strong clone or not-Mandalorian Mandalorian to care for him. And Satine is some mean, bitchy blonde lady who performed cultural genocide. I hate ALL of this. (For the record, while I don't actively seek out Obikin because it just isn't my jam, every one that I have read has been great, because both of them are so well understood by those that write them).

I hate any and all Kryze slander. Full stop. Bo's hate has slowed some with season 3 of Mando (though a lot of people writing her still don't get her because they haven't seen her in anything else, and just don't realize just how far she has really, truly come, or why the absence of Satine's name is felt so deeply by those of who have loved Bo for so long). Satine hate is alive, well, and very strong.

I also do not like most fics that take you out of a galaxy far far away (I have some exceptions). I love Star Wars because of space wizards, spaceships, laser swords, and aliens. It's fine if you want to pull them out of that world and plop them in….I don't know, a university on earth, but I won't be reading it. It takes all the fun right of it for me.

15. That one thing in fanart you see all the time.

Honestly, I'm never going to gripe about art, really. Obviously, the things that bug me above pertain to artwork, too, but artwork doesn't demand the same time and commitment that reading a fic does. If art isn't for me, be it characters, or style, or whatever, I just scroll on by. If it is, I make sure to like it and reblog it and share the love.

If you want to find out what's going to make you disown me, send me an ask from the Choose Violence ask game!

#ask game #I said what I said

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againstacecilia · 2 years

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Okay hear me out this is where you decide to film a documentary about Din and this is the one you replay over and over when he's gone on long missions.

🥺 This is another amazing idea, let's absolutely dive into this.

"Come on, Din, it's just for us."

The silent Mandalorian in front of you sighs as he hands you back the camera you bought on a whim from one of the fancy Coruscant shops an hour ago. Safely back in your ship, you take the device and put it back in it's case. "I just want to be able to look back on all our adventures and remember the details that slip away with time."

"I've never liked being recorded," Din huffs, crossing his arms and staring in your direction. "But, if it will make you happy, cyare..."

Your eyes light with joy as you jump across the small space and hug him, "Yes! Thank you, Din!"

He mumbles something under his breath but squeezes you tight, helmet dropping to your shoulder. You giggle at his stoic facade, knowing the smile that is undoubtedly hiding under the beskar and glass covering his face.

- - - - - - - -

Months later, the camera has become an ever-present companion to you. Its small satchel fits perfectly across your torso, always easy to grab when a moment catches your attention. A small gesture between Din and Grogu. A binary sunset on Tattooine. The way Din's hands deftly fly the Crest from world to world. The blues and whites of hyperspace.

One night during a achingly long hunt, you're tucked away in the ship with Grogu asleep in his hammock. A holopad sits in your lap, uploading the latest footage from your stop on Nevarro.

"I hope I didn't delete it..." you mumble to yourself, scanning the clips as they load onto the screen. After a moment of scrolling, a familiar thumbnail catches your eye and you select the clip.

Arms spread wide, cape tucked into the side of his jetpack, Mando twirls in a circle. You had only had enough time to grab the camera and record the final rotation before he stopped, and the clip ended soon after that to avoid him seeing the lense pointed in his direction, but in that little moment you saw everything you love about the beskar covered man.

A man who would do anything to make you and Grogu happy. Someone who got so little childhood, but found moments now with his clan to let go. A strong, competent, intelligent man who hides behind his armor as a way to protect the boy inside. In that fleeting glimpse on your screen you saw not The Mandalorian, but Din Djarin; father, lover, best friend.

He's gone for a few days afterwards, but that clip keeps you company for years after he returns. He laughs a little when you show him, commenting on how silly the cape looks with the jetpack, but he knows it isn't about how he looks on the screen. It's about the moment you captured and what it means to you.

He's not so bothered by being recorded, anymore.

#ace my dearest #din djarin #din djarin fluff #this is making up for the blurb tuesdays i've missed lol

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navigatorwrongway · 1 year

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Five Things You’ll Find In My Fics

Thank you so much for the tag @kesla !!!!

If this list doesn’t match up with what has stood out to my readers about my writing, I would love to know!

Exploration of background characters/ characters I feel aren’t afforded enough consideration in the source material (and/or its fandom tbh).

This can also extend to aspects of a given piece of worldbuilding I find to have interesting implications — if I have to introduce an OC to bring it to light (there are taxi services in the Star Wars universe, oh my god) then so be it

By pure and utter coincidence, no relation to 1. at all I’m sure — my works tend to feature highly competent women, particularly in positions where their actions have far-reaching impacts. If they have a particular expertise, it will absolutely be informing their characterization (see 5.)

Themes of evolution, culture, and the relative nature of “past”. This is especially clear in The Darkness Hummed, wherein Lucienne collects our macaroni art throughout human history and sticks them to the fridge, but it’s there in everything I write. If you can’t find a high-effort reference to paleontological matters (or its resultant speculative evolution) in my writing, you aren’t looking close enough.

I make a deliberate effort to be direct in my writing, and if I’m going to leave a description or sideline in, it’s got to be meaningful. The exact ratio of prose to cut-and-dry is determined in large part by my takes on characterization — it’s all too easy for my voice as the author to override the characters’, so I’m careful in finding a given perspective’s particular cadence and vocabulary. The Armorer (featured heavily in No Holy Cites) thinks in terms of metalworking, weaponry, and the demands of the Covert. Lucienne, on the other hand, operates from a perspective that centers a fascination with language and record-keeping — both directly resulting from her immortality — and ultimately her position as Dream’s constant companion.

(Shh i know it’s supposed to be 5 i know) I don’t do sad endings. Bittersweet is more my style, so don’t worry too much about rough-looking tags. I’ll write about difficult topics, but not without a palette cleanser.

I’m going to tag @ace-din-djarin @shirozora-draws @zombolouge @sunsorbit @jackironsides @cosmictapestry and anyone else that wants to give this a go!!

#mar posts #mar writes #pspspsps kesla #fic: the darkness hummed #series: no holy cities

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guiltypleasure-art · 1 year

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HOLY HECK!! Your new piece from @something-tofightfor ‘s Competing for Christmas with Din and doggo Grogu is incredible!! I’m absolutely in awe of your talent, and seeing artists illustrate characters and scenes from stories that writers share here makes me so damn happy. This is fandom creativity and appreciation at it’s finest and I love to see it.

I TRIED to reblog the piece and say all this and more (twice) but tumblr ate my Reblog (twice) so please accept this as me flailing about over this. And thank you for blessing us all with your amazing work!!

Thank you so much!! This was such a lovely message to wake up to!

Drawing art for the incredible fics in this fandom is merely my attempt to show my immense gratitude for all the talented writers who so generously share their work on here! And I seriously mean ALL the writers! Fanfic has been such an important escape for me over the years and I wish I could quit my job and just spend every waking moment drawing art for everybody because you all deserve it! For now, I’ll just slowly and steadily make my way through my LONG list of wips and hopefully brighten some people’s days along the way! ☺️💕

#lovely mail 💌#feeling warm and fuzzy this morning

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mockiery · 1 year

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Hey! (waves) 🍉 for Wes, 🍩 for Qyre, 🍻 for either/both! (fr tho none of the asks in this list are as "odd" as the anon ask you posted earlier. lol)

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with? (Wes)

Oh this is perfect. Wes has a watch that he wears every day, always keeps special care while at work bartending or cooking at home to not get anything on it or take it off if he absolutely needs to. It was his father's. It's nothing really special, a worn leather band and tarnished impure gold around the face, but it means a lot because it would've been very nice and have some meaning to it, his father being a black man giving the watch away in the mid-to-late 40's. His father had similarly been gifted a watch from his own mother once he came of age, so he was carrying on a tradition. But, the watch was not given to Wes, of course. Wes wasn't out or transitioned by any means, the watch had been a gift to the eldest son, Wes's younger brother Henry, when he'd turned 16. Henry was only a year younger than Wes, and Wes's closest sibling, and the only one that knew that Wes was leaving home before the day he did. He didn't know Wes was trans until Wes told him in a letter later, and was the only member of his family that Wes really kept in contact with. As soon as Henry had an address to send a letter back to Wes, he sent the watch with it. Wes was the eldest son, after all.

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for? (Qyre)

Oh Qyre would have had a warrant out for defecting from their imperial servitude, having been forced to work as a mechanic for the empire after their Mandalorian covert had been destroyed as a preteen. Post-empire though? Speeding, easy. Absolutely speeding on xer speeder bike. No way in hell anyone would catch em though. Also xe has done some mechanic work and even competed in "unofficial" (read: illegal) speeder bike races, so there's another crime there. The only thing I could see xer actually getting caught for would be some menial shit about their ship not being within New Republic code or standards bc of the way e'd have fixed it up.

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day? (Either/Both)

For Wes, it's gonna be coming home from a night at the bar, taking off his (almost definitely unhealthy) homemade binder, getting comfy, putting a relaxing album on his record player, making some tea, and crawling into bed, often with a book. Later, Llewyn and their cat Half-Pint fit into that routine well, with cuddles and softness, maybe Llewyn plays or sings or hums Wes to sleep.

And for Qyre, after patching any of xer own scratches or scuffs, Qyre likes to polish their armor to wind down. It's different from the normal tinkering xe does in idle times, it doesn't require much complex thought, it's simple and it's important and it's meaningful. Keeping the armor clean and taken care of, honoring xis culture and eir family in every swipe of the gentle cloth they use only for this purpose. Occasionally it'll include retouching the paint, another great, focused and simple task.

Xe'll also go for ride on xer speeder bike or take over the helm of whatever ship xe's flying in, maybe run some routine diagnostics and checks. Whenever xe has Din, Grogu, and later Cobb in eir life, they're part of it too, patching up them or their armor or clothes, taking care of them. Qyre is wired to help fix things up, and that applies to the people xe loves too.

Send me OC asks!

#phew this ended up long. tysm these were fantastic and so much fun to answer!!#qyre oc #wes oc #kier speaks #asks answered

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juletheghoul · 3 years

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Burning Hour (Part 4)

Here it is! I am forever grateful at the response this has received - I won't go too crazy with the intro, hope you enjoy. (yes I know the gif is from A Knights Tale but you get the vibe)

Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)

Pairing: Din x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) Angst, pining, slow-burn, implied arranged marriage, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age) Yearning, jealousy, oral-f receiving / slight dirty talk (slightly possessive) descriptions of Jousting / slight violence

Let me know if I missed anything!

reblogs are appreciated

Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 5

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“I have decided that we will hold a tournament in your honour my darling.” Your father was declaring the news as you broke your fast and it was hard to keep the confusion off your face.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, your highness.” Poe was smiling around a bite of food, catching your eye with a smile.

An unfamiliar, not altogether welcome, feeling for Poe had been growing in your belly over his time at the castle and the best to describe it was as a nuisance. The love you felt for Din was all encompassing. Any feelings - small as they may be - for Poe were a distraction. Unneeded, unwanted - frustrating.

“What ever for Father? My name day has passed.” It was hard to ignore that little inkling of your parents doing everything within their means to thrust the two of you together, and he was doing absolutely nothing to stop it.

“It will ingratiate the small folk to you sweetling, the people always welcome a chance to celebrate.” His voice boomed throughout the small room, demanding attention and yet all you could focus on was Din; his familiar shape calling to you from the proverbial shadows.

You desperately wanted to go to him, to hold and be held by him but with the way things were in this world he may as well have been half a world away. He’d still be no further than he was now.

“Give the young valiant knights a chance to prove themselves my darling, everyone loves a tournament.” Your mothers voice brought you back from your thoughts.

“As you wish.” You agreed, much like always.

---

He hadn’t had a chance to be alone with her in days and it felt as though he was going mad. She was under his nose, taunting him with her looks of want. He could see the way she followed his movements but she was always just out of reach.

Worse still, was Poe.

Poe was her shadow, a wraith - hunting her without mercy and he could do nothing to stop him. It was maddening and he feared his mind would soon crack from sheer desperation.

He was distracted, he should be training but she had come out into the gardens with Poe and the swirl of fabric that trailed her was a cruel taunt. A reminder that his worst fears were all too real. They would marry, and he would be her silent watcher, her distant protector forever.

He felt her gaze rake over him, always finding him amongst his fellow knights and it soothed him a great deal. Poe hadn’t managed to steal her love away from him just yet and almost as if sensing his thoughts; the man called him over.

—

Even the way he walked sent a thrill through you - purposeful, silent. He stalked; a predator.

“Din - the Princess and I are discussing the tournament - I imagine you will be entering the lists?” Poe was happy, he was always happy. Or at least that was how he presented himself. You knew Din was grinding his teeth, could practically feel it and as horrible as it was, it excited you that he was even slightly threatened by Poe.

“If the Princess wishes, I will enter.” His words were clipped, voice cool despite the aggression radiating off him.

“I would love to see it, Sir.” You smiled innocently. If Poe was intimidated by Din, he did absolutely nothing to show it. He seemed for all the world, completely unaffected by Din, by anyone really.

“Then I will Princess, and win for you.” He inclined his head slightly and you couldn’t help but flush slightly. The thought of seeing him compete, of seeing him win for you was enough to give you goosebumps.

“I have no doubt you will Din, I have heard about your prowess and I too look forward to seeing you compete.” Poe’s voice broke you out of your reverie. He tipped his head to Din, signalling that he would be walking away, and you had no choice but to follow. You saw Din standing there as you turned to continue your stroll and you noticed the way his body was tensed, the fists closed tight at his sides.

Be patient my love, I will find a way for us.

---

Your mother was frantic.

“None of these gowns will do, you must have another one made.” She was going through your things as Mila stood by, waiting to be called on.

“Mother - I have so many gowns, surely one would be more than suitable-”

“Sweetling, you have to look your best. You must be seen to make an effort for the participants, they cannot see a gown you’ve worn in the past.” She was speaking to you as one would to a small child and it irked you.

“Mother, no one will care what I wear - they come to see the sport, to cheer and to celebrate.” Your tone was curt and she raised an eyebrow at you. You sighed deep. “I just don’t think anyone will remember if I re-wear a dress I wore years ago.” You walked over to the wardrobe, there was a lovely gown of pale purple, simple and elegant. “What about this? This is a beautiful dress and I haven’t worn it in a year at least.” You held it against your body.

“That is a very pretty dress, your highness - brings out your eyes.” Mila chimed in quietly, she was in your corner and you smiled at her gratefully. Your mother looked perplexed, anger tinged her words now.

“Nonsense. I will not have you parading around in this, you will have a new dress made and I will hear no more of this. I will send the dressmaker up - I suggest-” She gave you a pointed look. “-you coordinate with Poe so that you match.” She held your gaze, making it quite plain and you wilted slightly.

“Yes mother.” If she heard the emptiness in your voice, she made no note of it.

Mila placed her hand on your shoulder - giving it a slight squeeze before she set about putting your things away.

You were being measured less than an hour later.

“Your Highness, if you have no preference - I’ve just received a lovely fabric the colour of autumn leaves. It would look lovely on you.” She noted your silence, your disinterest in the whole thing and you slapped a smile onto your face, for her benefit.

“Yes, that sounds wonderful.” You tried to look into the mirror, but the smile on your face was so fake you had to look away and your gaze fell onto the beskar flower on your dressing table. “Would you be able to put leaves onto it? The gown I mean? Maybe around the bust, or the waist? I’d love to have some, of silver and gold.” Your smile reached your eyes now, a tiny little plot hatching in your mind.

“Yes of course! I can have some leaves and foliage embroidered, or even attach some made of silver and gold lace.” She was perking up - excited over your new enthusiasm.

“Attached I think, that would look best. I’d also like an extra piece of fabric embroidered with my name, for my favour- if you could.” She agreed happily.

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The days leading up to the tournament could only be described as torture. Your mother demanded your help in all of the preparations for the tourney, explaining that you would need to know when your time came.

Poe seemed to sense your mood, your disinterest in everything that was happening and he blessedly - gave you space and you hated to admit that you were grateful. The work was tedious, endless decisions about nonsense as far as you were concerned, seating plans, decorations, preparations for a large feast afterwards. Bards were ordered to move throughout the land, to sing about the event - to draw a crowd.

Worst of all, there hadn’t been a single minute available to find Din and it was maddening. He was at the edge of everything you did and finally - today you’d be able to focus on him without the fear of suspicion.

Mila had helped you dress, your hair had been teased and coaxed, subdued into the desired shape and when you looked into the mirror - the effort had been worth it. The dress had come out perfect. An elegant off the shoulder gown, with long - slitted sleeves - the colour of fall leaves, ripe pumpkins and colder weather. The bust was lined with delicate lace flowers in gold and silver thread and the effect was that of an enchanted forest. New hose and garters had been made and you wondered vaguely what Din would think of them if he ever saw them.

“The rubies would look best, I think your highness.” Mila had the tray in front of you, drop earrings and a bracelet, a crown of golden leaves with rubies made to look like berries. You were autumn incarnate.

The favour wrapped around your wrist was the same fabric as the dress, your name embroidered on it and you smiled to imagine Din’s face when you gave it to him.

Mila came over with the covert needle and thread, helping you sew your beskar flower amongst the fabric ones and when you were done, it looked completely at home. No one would know it hadn’t already been there, except the dressmaker perhaps. You just hoped he’d see it; close to your heart.

He was second-guessing his decision to enter the lists.

Din had gotten a glimpse of who would be riding and the doubts had crept in. A lot of prominent knights within the kingdom would be participating and he imagined the King wouldn’t be too happy about the captain of his royal guard winning.

It had all gone out the window when he saw her.

She looked ethereal, the gown made her look like she’d walked out of a fairy-tale. A harvest queen.

Poe had dressed to match and the ever-burning fire of his jealousy roared to life, the blood pounding in his ears and he vowed then that he’d win. He’d win it all; for her.

—

The grounds just outside the palace had been converted for the event, stands had been erected for the spectators to observe not only the joust, but the melee as well. The King had a dais constructed for the royal family, Poe was invited to sit to your right in a seat of honour; he accepted gracefully. You had been taken aback at how handsome Poe looked in the same colour as you, it suited him and you couldn’t help but admit that together, you made an attractive pair. To the other side of you were your mother and father, their retinue of serving girls, pages and squires along with practically all of The Mandalorians that guarded you, with the exception of a notable few.

You couldn’t see Din now, hadn’t seen him at all today and you imagined he must be preparing to ride.

Mila sat just behind you, ready to pour and to provide colourful comments in your ear. Ruby sat at your feet, chewing on a bone; a ribbon of autumn gold served as her collar.

“I must have a thousand garments like this one made for you Princess, your beauty knows no limits.” You smiled shyly, he’d told you half a hundred times, in half a hundred ways how beautiful you looked.

“Thank you Poe, you too look very dashing.” He waved your compliment away goodnaturedly, keeping his focus on you and it annoyed you to imagine for a moment how easy it would be to love him. To marry him and have the life everyone expected of you. How simple it would be, even now to reach over and grasp his hand in yours - you could almost see him smiling before pressing a soft kiss to your fingers. They were good thoughts and it was in you to accept your fate, but he wasn’t Din. No matter how handsome or charming. No matter how hard he tried to make you happy. He was Poe, and not Din.

Mila poured wine for you both as the jousts began and it was customary for the knights to gift a flower to the maiden they were courting, or were betrothed to before beginning. You smiled to see their faces light up upon receiving the pretty bloom.

“If I were riding, I think I’d give the flower to Ruby.” She had grown tired of her bone and looked to Poe to play, he rubbed her face affectionately and you laughed.

“Well deserved.” She was a darling indeed and you smiled, watching him dote on her.

“Look - your knight approaches.” He gestured to Din and seeing him on his horse made your heart race. The sunlight glinted off his helmet and you knew he was looking at you - could practically feel his eyes drinking you in.

Do you see it my love? Do you see the flower? Does it glint in your eyes the way you glint in mine?

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as he rode towards the royal dais, he inclined his head towards your parents - at his Mandalorians and you noted the red rose in his hands. You imagined he’d give it to your mother as he was not courting anyone, but he didn’t. His horse cantered over to you and he extended his arm, rose in hand. You wanted to take it but first thing was first, you untied the favour from your wrist and offered to tie it around his lance.

“For you, my brave Knight. Win for me.” You spoke loud and the crowd cheered loudly as he let you, handing you the flower after and you held it under your nose as he made his way back to his starting point; the scrap of fabric tied at the base of his lance.

“He has made the right decision, truly.” Poe said it quietly, without rancour as you clutched at the rose and you realized that in that tiny moment - when Din was in front of you it was like Poe didn’t exist. You scolded yourself silently as you glanced at him, his attention was on Din and he seemed unbothered but you had to be better.

You watched him, enraptured while the herald called out his name, his status as Mandalore and the battles he’d fought in. He was still as a statue on his horse yet you couldn’t look away.

“Impressive, he will be tough to beat.” Poe was watching intently as well, taking stock of Din along with his competitor, a well-known knight whose reputation was no tawdry thing.

“He will win.” You said it casually and he laughed lightly.

“I don’t doubt it Princess, he is formidable to say the least. I wouldn’t want to go up against him. His counterpart isn’t to be underestimated though.” You watched the other man, bulkier than Din but that wasn’t an advantage in the joust. With the weight of the armour and shield, being bulkier made it harder to avoid the point. Made everything harder to manoeuver. You knew Dins armour was practically a second skin and when the ride commenced you prayed you were correct.

Din didn’t disappoint, his lance struck the other man right in the middle of his chest, shattering the tip of his lance with a satisfying crack. His opponent's lance had merely glanced off the side of Din's pauldron.

He made it look easy.

The lance weighed nothing, if his performance was anything to go by - may as well have been made of feathers.

He did even better in the melee, besting every opponent who challenged him and by the end of the tournament, he stood victorious. The prize had been a substantial sum of gold as well as a place of honour at your Father’s table.

---

Of all of the ways he’d imagined sitting by her side at table, this was the option least explored. It was agony.

Is this some sort of test? Am I being punished for my impure thoughts and feelings towards her?

Seeing her sit there beside him, cruelly close in all her splendour was comparable to feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin. It brought forth the taste of baked apples, cinnamon and clove. The candlelight illuminating the great hall cast a flattering golden glow upon the guests and it only served to compound his feeling of being close to the sun. The glint of the beskar flower she’d cunningly hid amongst the embroidery of her gown made his blood race - euphoria at the thought that she carried a part of him despite technically being accompanied by Poe.

Poe laughed a lot. He spoke in flowery language and coaxed smiles and laughs from the Princess openly and mercilessly and Din could hardly bear it. Worse still - he couldn’t wear his helmet at table without it being considered a grievous slight to the royal family. It was easy to let your emotions flash across your face when no one could see it, very difficult to stop. It must have happened again, Poe was smiling at the Princess, feeding scraps from his own plate to the puppy at her feet when he caught his eye.

“Food not to your liking?” He was speaking to him directly and the Princess widened her eyes.

Focus Din, get yourself together.

“It is very fine, I am weary from the tournament.” He didn’t elaborate and Poe inclined his head in understanding - or at least he seemed to and he was relieved; until he felt her hand on his thigh. It was a delicate touch, barely there and he understood that it was meant to be soothing but despite his logical conclusions his body had other ideas.

He was harder than a rock. His cock almost aching and he was grateful when she tentatively took her hand back.

---

It was hard to pinpoint a single sound that was louder than all others, instead it all morphed into a static that filled the ears like raw cotton. Drunken toasts and boasts alike, tankards clashing against tables and each other - men and women laughing and quarrelling. Music and endless shuffling of benches and tables. Dogs were barking somewhere close enough to contribute and it was almost enough to drive anyone mad.

His big hand brushed yours on your lap, claiming your attention. His eyes were half-wild shining brightly with candlelight, imploring you silently to follow him and when he got up, you did.

“No one will notice, the wine is flowing and I am accompanying you.” He pulled you into the shadows, an alcove hidden from view overlooking the tourney grounds and it was as though a dam had broken. His mouth claimed yours with a violence that made your womanhood clench. Goosebumps bloomed across your skin as he held you painfully tight.

It was bliss.

“I have missed you my love.” Quiet, secret words pressed into your skin by his mouth and you took them into your body like sustenance. “You cannot know how I long to kiss you, love you, every minute of the day.” His tongue licked into your mouth, his lessons at the forefront of your mind while he drank in your whimpers.

If the iron grip you had in his hair bothered him, he made no mention of it.

“Din, I hate when we’re apart.” You kissed every inch of his face, the patches in his scruff - his dimple. “Kiss me, I beg of you.” Eyes trained on his mouth as you spoke and he obeyed. It was frantic and bruising and if he stopped you’d die.

He walked you backwards, until you crashed into the castle wall.

“Do you know what you’ve done to me?” He adorned your neck with kisses, his body pressed up against you and you sighed. “This, this is what you do to me.” He brought your hand towards his manhood and you gasped at the shape of it in your palm. With no reference to guide you it felt enormous and your stomach dropped at the implications.

He must have seen the nervous look on your face and he let go of your wrist.

“Have I scared you Princess?” Sweetness had crawled into his voice now and you quickly shook your head no.

“I - I have never - I am maiden -“ He quieted you with his lips, soft, soothing.

“It’s nothing you need concern yourself with my darling, I merely want to kiss you.”

“Din I want to, I want to lay with you, to take you into my body.” You placed your hand back onto his sex and he groaned. “I would just need you to show me what to do, teach me as you did before.” You kissed his mouth, rubbing at the thickness of him slowly but he stopped you.

“Not tonight, let me kiss you Princess, let me kiss you where I have dreamt of kissing you. Let me taste you.” He lowered himself onto his knees before you and instantly the heat licked up your chest, burning your face as he pulled your dress up roughly. “Gods above…” he groaned at the sight of your hose, the garters tied at your thighs, your bare sex visible when he pulled at your undergarments.

“Din, what are you going to do to me?” You scratched at the scruff on his cheek, shy at his bold gaze. You gasped when lifted your leg onto his shoulder.

“Hold onto your gown my love, and you’ll see.” He rolled the fabric up and into your hands, clearing a path from his mouth to your womanhood and your breath came in pants in anticipation, the arousal burning so fiercely in the pit of your stomach and you almost jumped when you felt his mouth kissing the patch of curls at the juncture of your thighs. His hand rubbed at your thigh on his shoulder soothingly.

“There is nothing to fear my love-” His eyes found yours and you nodded. “-your cunt is so pretty-” He kissed at your mound again and you gasped at his words, your arousal seeping through the lips of your swollen sex and you felt as he spread it open. “So wet for me.”

He dove in and you watched him the best you could, clutching the fabric of your dress as close to your body as you could - ignoring the building ache in your arms from the strain of it. All to see the look of rapture on his face as his tongue swept across the pert pearl of your pleasure. His groans reverberated against you, adding to the dark thrill of being so exposed here - where anyone could come across the two of you.

“Gods Din, that feels - oh, there - please there…” Someone else's voice came out of your mouth. A wanton woman in the grip of pleasure and it was jarring to hear yourself in such a state but you couldn’t help it when his tongue moved down, dipping shallowly, catching the rim of your opening and drinking you down with relish.

He pulled away, adjusting your leg to spread you open further, his finger coming up and you felt it enter you slowly. It was thick and the sensation was so foreign but when coupled with his warm, wet tongue gliding steadily against the crux of you - “Quiet my darling, I wish I could hear you scream out with pleasure but you must be quiet.” His finger moved in and out, slowly as he stared up at you. “Can you keep quiet for me?” He placed delicate kisses onto your soaked curls, the skin just below your belly, your inner thigh.

“Yes - yes I can, please - I am so close…” You brought one of your hands towards his face and he kissed your palm before diving in again and in that moment, it wouldn’t have mattered if every single person in the kingdom saw you - it wouldn’t have stopped the pleasure that ripped through every fiber of your being. Your body clenched around his finger, your nipples tightened in your gown, thighs tried to close automatically around his head but he wouldn’t let you.

He was licking his fingers and his lips when you came back to your senses. Smiling to himself.

“You taste like heaven - sweeter than anything in this world.” He sat back onto his heels, his face beautifully flushed as you stood there, almost lost.

“Where did you run off to sweetling?” Your mother was smiling, the wine making her sound dreamlike. Din was wearing his helmet again and stood behind your father. Drunken guests made him nervous.

“Needed some fresh air Mother, I am well again.” You spoke to her - your words borderline giddy and if she seemed surprised at the euphoria on your face, she didn’t show it. You could feel Din’s gaze rake over you, at the tone in your voice and you smiled to yourself.

All of the guests were laughing loudly, no one paying attention to anything except the person they were speaking to, or the drink in their hand and you noticed Poe at a far table.

You thought he might have gone looking for you when you found his place empty, sighing loudly in relief that he had failed to do so. You watched him for a time.

He was sitting next to his squire, closely. The two of them lost in conversation, leaning into one another and you saw Poe take the man’s hand in his, you saw the other man pull it away, fear on his face as he scanned the crowd. When his eyes met yours they went wide and he ran out of the great hall.

When Poe looked at you, his eyes looked wild before his face settled into the same laid-back nonchalant expression, he smiled and raised his glass. You mirrored him, a smile of your own on your face as you did so.

Seems we have more in common than you think Poe, we’re both in love with another man.

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keldabekush · 2 years

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OC personality sheet / tag game

Rules: Copy and paste these questions and make your own post, please do not add onto this one, it’ll get too long too fast. Then tag some of your friends to let them know you’d like to hear more about their ocs! Thank you for the tag @kkrazy256 original by @/queen-breha-organa.

The amount of effort it took to choose which oc i wanted to use was no joke. But its been a while since i talked about my Mandalorian OC!

Name: Nuhur Pronouns: They/he Nickname: Hura One Word To Sum Them Up: Frenetic Noun to Describe Them: Whirlwind

Temperament: Energetic, affectionate and kind, but emotionally distant MBTI Type: ENFP (The Champion!) Enneagram Type: Type 7: The Enthusiast Other’s First Impression of Them: Impatient, overconfident General Likes: Racing, new culinary experiences, chatting to people in bars

General Dislikes: Complete silence, wet climates, people questioning their ability to do their job well

Romantic Status: committed relationship, non monogamous

Love Interest(s): Din Djarin lmao get it Nuhur

Good Friend(s): Rhudii & N'Gyuy, survivors from the clan he grew up with, and Conoco Ballasti, who oversees an orbital shipyard for offworld repairs, where Nuhur worked for a year laying low.

Enemy: The Empire and all of its affiliates. Also this one racer they keep running into on fringe circuits competing for smallchange who just. Is so rude.

Hobbies: Tinkering with their Swoop Bike that is essentially built from scratch at this point. Fingerknitting

Songs They Relate To: Good To Be Alive | PVRIS

Fictional Characters Similar To Their Personality: HMMM. this one is really hard, Luisa Madrigal maybe? Nuhur is very "Haha I'm great why do you ask?? Anyway look over there-"

Fun Fact: They have a tattoo that goes from their left ankle all the way up to their hip, mostly thick black geometric shapes. The part that covers their shin is actually a stylised map of their Buir's house, as best as they could remember

Free Space/Ramble: Nuhur's armour is painted in the absolute brightest colours they could find - they have to wrap their cape over their plates if they want to keep a semi-low profile, but they usually opt to just be too fast to stop, rather than too hard to spot. By the time you see them coming it's too late. They fly a retrofitted Clone Wars era troop carrier and although they bounty hunt frequently, they're also down to pick up courier jobs delivering small, valuable packages, either on land or through hyperspace. They have a hard-line stance about making sure everything they carry is above-board and legal, they can't afford to damage their reputation.

They're also a modestly recognized member of the swoop-bike racing circles across some outer-rim planets, and they carry their modified swoop bike in the hold of their gunship.

Tags: big kisses and no pressure to respond to this tag! : @llorstel @gruvu @jaigeye @hearjessroar @cedarsmoke4

#longpost #oc nuhur #tag game #nuhur beloved neon mess

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qqueenofhades · 2 years

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Okay, @buffaluff and I have finally watched The Mandalorian. Thoughts are as follows:

Din absolutely fits into the "simultaneously hyper-competent while also being a total fucking moron" model, so I obviously love him

I hate that that little fuckin green thing is even cuter than it is in the gifs

Why is that little fuckin green thing even cuter than it is in the gifs

It's rude

Anyway everyone going "wait baby yoda is in danger??? Welp, time to drop everything and help" was yknow, valid

BOBA FETT, SPACE UBER DRIVER

"your driver Boba will arrive in 2 minutes, please wait outside with your mask helmet you never take off"

It's really a shame that Gina Carano is a terrible person because unghhh fuck

This series has some of the best comedy of the entire SW universe, truly

LUKEEEE

I knew he was gonna turn up from gifs but it still gave me Emotions 😭

Din Djarin and the No Good Horrible Very Bad Never Ending Day

Seriously, just one ridiculous situation after another

Half of which he gets himself into because see: idiot

#the mandalorian #800 years too late to the party but w/e #hilary for ts

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years

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anakin doesn't fall to the dark side - meet the parents dinluke?

Yesssss.

Because all the AUs where Skywalker family drama is due to Anakin causing a diplomatic incident at a Fancy Dinner when he accidentally mortally offends someone who asks his opinion about sand, and not you know, the whole Darth Vader thing.

Also, the Jedi Order looking long and hard about that stance on attachment and other things because wow, okay, wow.

(But also, I must Drama a teensy bit, because yes.)

Obi-Wan enjoying the grandparent benefit of getting the joy of having Luke and Leia? But also watching Anakin deal with these little terrors of his and feels it’s payback for what he went through with just one of Anakin.

Leia who may have followed Padme into politics but everyone knows she takes after Anakin in temperament. Luke’s the one to follow Anakin in becoming a Jedi, but he’s more like his mother in temperament.

Ahsoka adores the twins, and is in fact one of their favorite partners in crime, and Anakin is like, pls, pls, stop turning my children against me,pls.

Also? Padme is kind of the worst because she’s taught them everything she knows about political maneuvering and the whatnot.

Anakin is convinced they’ll have the entire galaxy on its knees before them one day soon.

Anyway.

Luke who goes gallivanting about for reasons and after one gallivanting about trip he comes back all :DDDDDDDDDDDDD and *___________________________* and Anakin has no idea what happened other than Luke’s X-wing being shot down and him being stranded on some backwater planet somewhere for ages before the search party found him?

But when they found him he was just. Like That, and also holding this little metal ball in his hand, rolling it back and forth like it was a calming thing, little smile on his face.

Also, he went to Coruscant to speak to Yoda and only the two of them know what was said? But Yoda’s been even more insufferable than usual, livelier? Something.

(It’s a Thing known among Jedi that Master Yoda was changed when a youngling went missing years ago, kidnapped or something. Some say Yoda feels it was his fault, that the guilt still weighs heavy on him, but it’s hearsay and rumor.)

Anyway.

A few months after Luke’s rescue from that backwater planet Luke goes and gets in trouble. (He doesn’t know if the fact Leia is with him makes the whole thing better or worse? Between the two of them there’s hardly need for a rescue at all, but also the thing where they might finally take over the galaxy if left to their own devices so.)

Rescuing his kid(s).

Again.

Obi-Wan is suitably worried, but also amused as hell and really, Obi-Wan, Anakin was never that bad. Was he? Obi-Wan? Are you choking? You don’t sound well.)

Anakin and the others headed off to rescue Luke, and it turns into them going from place to place, chasing rumors and gossip and one one of these planets they run into this Mandalorian.

Flys an old gunship that looks like it’s on its last legs and wears beskar and also -

“Oh my,” Obi-Wan says, when they see the kid riding along in a bag the Mandalorian carries.

Anakin thinks it’s just the thing where the kid is clearly one of Yoda’s species, but Obi-Wan’s reaction is a little too much for somthing so simple, obvious.

Anyway, the Mandalorian tells them he can help them find Luke and Leia, and at first Anakin isn’t that thrilled about adding him to the rescue party?

But then the kid pulls out this little...trinket, charm, something Anakin and Padme gifted Luke as a child that he carries - carried - around as a good luck token, or at least that’s what he always says. (Ducks his head, sheepish little smile and Anakin and Padme like, aw, our kid is a dork like us,)

Point is, Anakins recognizes it, and the comes in like, my dude, connect the fucking dots, you’re killing me.

Which is how Anakin meets Luke’s ~sekrit boyfriend and his kid.

(Only not so much ~sekrit as Luke had plans to introduce Din to his parents and such, but the whole surprise!Dangerous Adventure thing happened first.)

Anakin being like >:( because protective parent and all?

But as they search for clues as to Luke and Leia’s whereabouts he gets to see just how concerned for Luke Din is, and how much he loves his tiny green gremlin kid, and Din’s overall skill and competence? Also, though, also. He’s smart, not just a blunt weapon, and he’s like oh, no, because he knows his son? But it’s not a bad feeling when he thinks it, just.

A little sad, wistful, what with Luke not being a kid anymore - he’s known that for a while now, but this cements the reality and all.

It’s not the surprise he thought it was when Anakin realizes he likes Din as a person, although it’s not like he’s going to say it, you know?

(I mean, he does because he’s not a complete bastard, but that’s not the point.)

They catch a break, catch up to Luke and Leia and Anakin discovers he really, really likes the way Din just absolutely destroys any baddies stupid enough to get between him and Luke, matches Anakin’s protectiveness and he’s like -

“Hey, once this is over we’re going to talk.” Smiles with perhaps too many teeth showing at Din’s confusion. “About you and my kid.

He can’t see Din’s reaction to that, because armor? But he feels this flare of !!! through the Force before it gets shoved aside in favor or getting to Luke, panic later?

And then!

Dramatic rescues and Anakin and Din decimating the baddies by themselves - Obi-Wan’s dealing with things like anti-air batteries and shield generators. Ahsoka’s making sure no one sneaks up behind Anakin and Din, but she honestly doesn’t have much to do in that regard.

And then!

Anakin is like, aw, man, I’m right here, when there’s the moment Luke and Din are ~reunited and Din is like, gos so, so still and Luke’s the one to press his forehead against Din’s because hey, hey, hes fine, he’s right here, and also hi, i missed you with them being separated even before Luke and Leia’s latest Adventure.

Still, Anakin lets them have their moment and goes to check on Leia, who gives them a look like took your time, didn’t you? But there’s relief in her eyes and she doesn’t say anything as he wraps her in a hug, calls her the nickname he gave her when she was kid and she laughs because it’s a dumb nickname dad, but it’s kind of their joke, and anyway, she had everything in hand, didn’t she? He’s just here for the cleanup.

And then! Some more!

It turns out Luke and Leia got wrapped up in some conspiracy nonsense, Palpatine’s followers who have been hiding in the shadows all this time and opportunity for revenge against the ~great Anakin SKywaler by targeting his kids.

Only the baddies miscalculated because they went after his and Padme’s kids, and everyone knows they’re complete terrors, you know? The worst.

After everything’s dealt with and they head home, Anakin is almost as amused as Leia and Obi-Wan at the way Din is all but glued to Luke’s side, that tiny green gremlin kid of his just as bad.

Anakin’s heart grows three sizes when he watches the Very Solemn exchange of the little metal ball Luke brought back with him that one time and the trinket/chram/good luck token Grogu’s been holding on to.

Valuable treasures trusted on one another’s safekeeping until they saw one another again, and Din is like. Freaking hearteyes over the two of them, because his family, and Anakin just sighs

Obi-Wan totally not laughing at him now that Anakin has no right to play the overprotetcive, disapproving father card on Din after everything he’s seen of the man and how he feels about Luke.

“Disappointed?” Obi-Wan asks, and he’s smirking as he does.

Anakin doesn’t bother with an answer because Obi-Wan knows the answer.

Something along the lines of no, and you know better, Obi-Wan, with a oh, Padme’s going to love him,because of course she is. He makes her son very, very happy, after all.

(Best, best thing, however, is Padme meeting Din, when they arrive home. Din nervous and worried because Luke’s told him about his mother, how terrifying she can be, a force of nature, and clear he adores her.

And Padme looking between Din and his son holding Grogu with this radiant smile. So in love, and easy enough to see his love returned, and everything she could have asked for for her son.)

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