#i'm not tagging all the ships i'm too sleepy for that

[jihyocentric]

sequel to alphas unnie line trying to breed jihyo from ages ago

“she might be mine, i don’t know… she looks like me a little bit.” momo shrugs, scratching her nape lazily. “the nose looks like mine.”

the four of them stand in the middle of the kitchen, all of them exhausted from taking care of their baby, who couldn’t fully relax without her mommy there.

it wasn’t the first time jihyo had to spend the night out of the city due to work, but it was the first time she did that and jisoo got sick.

the four of them barely made it through the night, getting less than two hours of sleep each of them, having to give their baby all the attention and aid needed.

“i’m sure she’s mine,” nayeon sighs as she speaks, fully convinced that she had been the one who succeeded and won the race, and so that debate shouldn’t even be happening, as jisoo was the result of her effort as jihyo’s alpha. “she definitely looks like me. she acts like me.”

the baby couldn’t quite understand what her moms were saying, watching them attentively as she sat on her high chair, with a piece of mushy carrot in her tiny fist, still considering eating it.

“let’s be honest here,” sana huffs, making use of her height to try and make nayeon’s ego any less big, but she was far from intimidating nayeon. she couldn’t under such a circumstance, not when nayeon was utterly serious about jisoo being hers. “she only looks like jihyo! we can’t know for sure, but if anything she’s mine. i’m the strongest!”

“you’re not…” momo mumbles quietly, not fully inclined to turning that into a real discussion.

they were all aware that the four of them were jisoo’s moms, no matter who had actually gotten jihyo pregnant, and all four of them had refused to make a blood test from the very beginning, as it wasn’t needed — they were jisoo’s parents.

a conventional family might not be the right way to describe them, as having more than two parents wasn’t the most common scenario for most kids, but the four of them fit all of the criteria they deemed required to be a parent.

they shared their duties as a family, divided housework equally, and, as the most important item of a long list, they loved jisoo more than anything in the world. all of them were willing to give her anything she could possibly need for the rest of her life — and that was all that mattered. all of that was enough proof that jisoo was theirs.

“should i say she’s mine or am i too late?” jeongyeon asks. she had been actively listening to nayeon, momo and sana’s discussion, waiting for her turn to speak, nearly breaking a laugh at times when sana and nayeon’s argument got heated.

“say it, just so i can deny it,” sana claps excitedly. that little debate that had been happening for hours with short breaks to keep them sane, was keeping her awake and full of energy.

if jihyo were to ask anything, they’d all agreed not to tell her about it, but finding reasons why jisoo was particularly their kid was one of the things that kept them going.

nayeon would always use the shape of their baby’s ears as an argument, sana heavily agreed that jisoo’s big eyes resembled hers, momo convinced herself that jisoo’s nose was just like hers.

and jeongyeon… jeongyeon didn’t have a reasoning, which is why she’d always take longer to come up with anything.

jeongyeon clears her throat, prepared to give them an energetic response. “you are all wrong! jisoo is mine!”

“that was kinda bad,” nayeon shakes her head. “try again, but mean it.” she gives jeongyeon her advice and sana and momo nod, agreeing with her.

jeongyeon opens her mouth, ready to formulate a better line to keep their discussion going, but she’s interrupted by a little noise, one that was entirely new for all of them.

“na…” jisoo pouts, half of her food eaten, all she could really ingest with an irritated stomach. she looks at nayeon as she speaks a new syllable, the first one after the couple of sounds she used to signify multiple different things and the ‘mi’, which she used to call jihyo, unable to pronounce the ‘j’, and the ‘m’ was easier. “na!”

“nayeon?! me?” nayeon coos happily, picking up the baby from the high chair. “see, she’s proving my point!”

but nayeon’s happiness doesn’t last long, as the next thing jisoo does is trying to jump to sana’s lap, squealing the ‘na’ again, leaving nayeon speechless.

sana laughs as nayeon’s smile disappears and a pout replaces it. “it’s for sana. i told you-”

and then again, jisoo doesn’t stop at sana’s lap. she has an angry face as she’s passed to momo’s lap, almost stopping there when momo holds her in the perfect position for her upset belly.

but the ‘na’ that she wanted to reach was entirely too close for her to give in and stay in the wrong mama’s lap.

“na!” jisoo says loudly as soon as jeongyeon holds her.

it was true that she loved all of their laps and didn’t hold any favoritism towards her moms, except jihyo, because that was the lap that also provided her with food.

but jeongyeon’s lap looked more appealing for her that time, and perhaps the reason was that it was the farthest away, making it harder for her to reach it and consequentially more interesting.

“jeongyeon-na,” momo rolls her eyes, crossing her arms as jisoo lays her head against jeongyeon’s chest and closes her eyes, seemingly ready to go back to sleep — her moms weren’t the only ones who didn’t get to rest that night. “jihyo calls her that. but that’s cheating, because ‘na’ is the easiest syllable ever for a baby to say.”

momo says and sana and nayeon immediately agree — not that jeongyeon was expecting for them to be by her side. they were all against each other when it came to that topic.

when the night comes and jihyo is finally back, jeongyeon is the only one awake to welcome her from her trip, also getting the prize of being the one to share the bed with jihyo that night.

“so how was the trip?” jeongyeon asks once jihyo comes out of the bathroom in her sleepwear, ready to sleep for undetermined hours — or until jisoo was also awake.

“tiring. don’t want to talk about it now,” jihyo sighs, taking her place on the bed, next to jeongyeon. “was she a good girl? did she give you any trouble? she was sleeping so soundly when i arrived, i almost didn’t believe she was sick.”

jihyo rests her head against jeongyeon’s chest, eyes slowly closing as she muttered her words softly, getting rest after spending the entire day worried about her baby, forced to work despite everything.

“she had a tummy ache, but i think we were able to deal with it. she’s way better now, i bet she’ll sleep more than you.” jeongyeon replies. “hyo, i shouldn’t be asking this, but… i mean, i know this doesn’t change anything…”

“mhm?” jihyo hums once jeongyeon stops.

jeongyeon takes a short time before continuing. “you do know who her biological mom is, don’t you?”

jihyo opens her tired eyes, moving slowly as she props her chin over jeongyeon’s chest, looking at her softly. that was the first time any of them had made her that question, and yet jihyo knew jeongyeon didn’t need her answer. jeongyeon didn’t really want one.

“do you want me to tell you?” jihyo asks calmly, knowing jeongyeon wouldn’t truly want her to say it — not because the answer could be bad when the four of them were the only candidates, but because it wouldn’t be fair for the others.

jeongyeon just had to be sure, not verbally, that what she thought was true. and deep down she already was.

and so, jeongyeon shakes her head. “i want you to rest. that’s all, baby.”

jihyo nuzzles up against her, head tucked in the curve of jeongyeon’s neck, muttering a small ‘i love you’ as she rubs her nose against jeongyeon’s warm skin, drifting to sleep almost immediately.

#drabble #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #nahyo #jeonghyo #mohyo #sahyo #sfw #non rq #i'm not tagging all the ships i'm too sleepy for that #will answer asks tomorrow

[skyward-floored]

to distract you from That:

please talk about iau <33 any stories about the boys dealing with each other's main companions/love interests? (i.e. twilight interacting with flora, hyrule with marin, that kind of thing)

Hmmm well at first Twilight is kind of suspicious of Flora because while Wild never says anything bad about her, he can Tell there's something up based on how Wild acts, and Twi doesn't quite get clued in to the whole "actually we're friends now" thing for a bit. But after all of that, they actually get along very well. Twi tells her funny stories about Wild, and Wild yells at him while Flora laughs.

I haven't totally worked out love interest roles, ummm... well, Marin probably thinks all of Legend's family is rather funny (she's unaware they're supers, but any family with six boys is going to be pretty fun even without superpowers), and she mostly just laughs off any teasing from them.

Legend on the other hand turns as red as a tomato if anything even hints he might have a crush. I think Marin would get along well with Wind too... she also babysits Aryll sometimes, so she knows Sky and Sun pretty well :)

Back when Sky and Warriors were still teenagers, they both got along really well with Sun and Artemis. They all worked together as heroes pretty often, so even though they didn't all know each other's identities, they were buddies. Warriors and Sun get along especially well, they usually band together to stop Sky from being dumb.

#these are random they're just the first things that came to mind #and there's stuff I didn't mention but I'm really sleepy all of a sudden kljkjsgkjk #answers from the floor #anon #incredibles au #ahhh not tagging all the ships/implied ships #think I'm going to head to bed now too #thanks for the distractions and things guys <3

[lincolndjarin]

Best Kept Secret

chapter twenty two : it's you that i lie with

ao3 link ✿ series masterlist ✩ main masterlist ✧

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 11.3k

summary : in the wake of the mandalorians rash decisions he and the princess must await judgement day.

warnings, etc. : language, angst, mentions of alcohol, more smut then a person could ever possibly need, p in v sex, din "consent king" djarin, vaginal fingering, oral f!recieving, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, hate sex (hate not included,) sex as a means to distract your spouse from being angry with you, thigh fucking, clit stim, L bombs all over, edging, accidental exhibitionism, i probably missed a few tags sorry!!

a/n : hey lovelies it's my bed time now! this chapter is super long and i'm sleepy so pls lmk if there's any big mistakes cause the edit on this took over an hour so i might have missed something &lt;3

Naboo has several trading ports. 

You could get him on a cargo ship. That would be the most inconspicuous form of transport. It would help if he was willing to ditch his armor. 

He’s too noticeable like this. He’ll need to stash it somewhere and wear clothes that will help him blend into crowds. 

And you can’t go with him. 

You know that. 

You won’t be able to keep up. You’d only slow him down, and of course, the target on his back increases tenfold if he has you with him. 

So he’ll have to go alone. 

He has plenty of credits but you can give him some of your jewelry to pawn for extra, just in case. 

Is Kodo smart enough to realize that this was an act of possession and not treason? If he is then your personal security will be increased to the point that Din shouldn’t come back for you. 

Fuck. 

Okay. That’s fine. You can live with that. 

As long as he’s safe. 

He sounds mad. 

You aren’t looking at him currently. Just staring at Kodo. limp on the ground, blood pooling from his nose onto the stones. 

You aren’t even saying anything why does it sound like he’s arguing with you? You finally turn around to look at him and Elaine is standing next to him, a hardened look on her face. 

You can’t focus on a word they’re saying. The ringing in your ears refuses to let up. 

They just keep arguing. 

It sounds like he’s trying to reason with her, desperately. 

You can’t focus on them because you’re too worried. Every part of you is worried. 

Kodo won’t just kill him for this. He’ll make an example out of him. Especially if he realizes Din’s motive. Just as you start to imagine all the different things they could do to him Elaine wraps her arms around your shoulders. 

“My lady, I know you’re in a bit of shock right now but we need to act and we need to act fast.” Her voice is urgent but it’s clear she’s still trying to be gentle. She turns around to glare at Din. “Go rinse the blood off your gloves, now.”

He silently makes his way to the fresher as Elaine pulls you away from your unconscious husband, letting you lean against the wall. 

“We need to get him off planet.” You whisper, finally meeting Elaine’s gaze. 

“I know, princess, I already tried. But he won’t go.” That manages to completely snap you out of your haze.

“What?”

“I told him he needed to leave. He won’t. Not without you, and we both know how unwise that would be.” She straightens your dress a bit, almost as if out of habit as you gawk at her. 

“Elaine, he has to go.” You’re still whispering. Unable to make yourself speak louder. 

Her eyes are full of pity. 

“I know he does, my lady, but he won’t. And we don’t have time to convince him otherwise.” She’s right. If he’s already set in his decision there’s no changing his mind and you need to act fast. “We have a different plan, princess. We don’t have a lot of options now so I need you to pull it together, okay?” She gives your shoulders a gentle squeeze as the Mandalorian returns. Gloves washed and dried. 

Clean. 

“You have to go.” You immediately step in front of him, as if by some act of the gods you can get him to see reason but all he does is shake his head no. 

“We don’t have time to argue about this. I’m staying. What do I need to do?” He stares at Elaine who’s scowling at him as she takes a step back, sighing.

“You need to stay out of my way while I figure this out. You’ve caused enough problems.” She looks beyond angry with him.

For good reason.

This has to be the stupidest thing he’s ever done. 

“Obviously, the safest bet would be for your Mandalorian to get as far away from here as possible.” She shoots him another glare. “Since he won’t, we need to go with the next safest bet. Which is going to rely on a whole lot of luck.”

Considering the fact that his life is on the line, you don’t love the idea of relying on chance. 

“Kodo’s been on a bender since you didn’t show up for dinner, he hasn’t been sober in days, so we need to hope- to pray, that he doesn’t remember this.”

But what if he does?

“We all know what’s going to happen if he does.” She immediately answers your worried thoughts but it doesn’t make you feel better in the slightest. “We just need to make up a story.”

Elaine seems to be trying to piece her plan together as she paces the hall, Din takes the opportunity to check on you, finally. His hands cup your face. 

“Are you okay?” He sounds like he knows the answer. 

No. You aren’t okay. 

You aren’t okay with what almost just happened and you aren’t okay with what happened instead.

But everything is bad right now. 

Very bad.

And you can’t break down. So instead you hug him. Briefly. Like you aren’t absolutely furious with him.

“I’m okay.” And for now you’re both okay with it being a lie. Your moment of comfort in his arms is short as Elaine pulls you away.

“I need you to tell me exactly what happened.” She’s stern with you. Like an adult talking to a child, normally you’d be offended but someone needed to take charge of the situation and you’re just glad it isn’t you. 

“We were on a walk, D- Mando and I. When we came back to my room Kodo was waiting for me.” She nods slowly as you speak, urging you to carry on. “He started rambling and then he grabbed my dress and then Mando…” You don’t need to finish your sentence, it’s clear what happened next. 

“Okay. I can work with that.” She says mostly to herself before looking you in the eyes once more. “I need you to do exactly as I say, can you do that?” You nod and she turns to Din, frowning before he nods as well. “Okay, here’s the thing princess, I don’t know if you know this, but you’re important.” 

Your confusion is certainly apparent on your face.

“The people in the city adore you. It’s the first time the citizens have so much as tolerated a Naboo royal in decades. And it’s not just the people that love you, it’s the staff here.” She takes your hands in hers, a comforting gesture as she continues to nod at you as if it helps convey her words better. 

“How can the staff love me? I don’t even know the staff?” You wonder out loud as she gives your hands a squeeze.

“Exactly, my lady, you have an endless supply of servants at your disposal and yet you remain independent. You only ask for help when you need it, you’re kind and you’re respectful. But most importantly, you look at us, you don’t stare right through us like we aren’t even here, you see us.” You’d never thought of it that way, you just didn’t want to bother anyone if you didn’t have to, you always just did what felt natural. 

“That’s very kind of you to say, but I don’t see how that helps us.” You tilt your head to the side as you try to decipher her words. 

“We are going to rely on that adoration, princess. What I am going to do is what the servants in this castle do best, I am going to gossip.” 

“What exactly are you going to tell them?” 

“The truth.” She grins at you like some sort of mastermind but you’re getting more and more concerned.

“You can’t, he’ll be tried for treason.” You glance towards Din who remains unmoving behind Elaine. 

“Except he won’t because we’re going to leave out certain details when we recount tonight's events. I am going to tell them that we were on a walk, and when you  returned Kodo tried to hurt you, in his drunken state he fell, and broke his nose on the floor.”

It’s ridiculous.

But she might just be a genius. It’s all true. You won’t have to remember any false details. 

“I still don’t understand why you have to spread the story around though, why don’t we just tell the guards that’s what happened?” Din finally speaks up.

“Because once people know, Kodo won’t be able to avoid it. He’ll realize people know, especially when people in the city get restless. At your next dinner with him, which you will be attending, you remind him of the fact that he can’t hurt you unless he wants a full on uprising in the streets.” She claps her hands together like it’s the perfect plan but there’s so many ways this could go wrong. “You don’t have to worry about your Mandalorian and you guarantee yourself future protection from your husband.”

She’s staring at you, waiting for a response but honestly you don’t even know where to start.

“I will go get guards, we’ll tell them the abridged version of what happened, once that’s done I’ll get to work on spreading the word.” 

“And then?” You stare at Elaine. Eyes wide with concern, you can’t seem to stop whispering, like you’ve lost your voice. 

“And then, we pray. We pray that when he wakes, he doesn’t remember what really happened. Because that’s the only way this works.” She’s looking around the hallway anxiously now. “We don’t have any time to argue on this.” She gives you one last glance and after a moment of thought you nod. She’s right, you don’t have time to come up with a better plan. She doesn’t waste another second and rushes off to alert a guard. 

Leaving you standing alone with Din. 

You want to scream at him. Shove him. Something. For doing this, how could he be so stupid?

But you can’t. 

Because if he hadn’t, Maker only knows what you’d be doing right now. 

So instead, you just stare at your shoes. Refusing to look at him. He knows exactly how you feel about his choices these last couple of minutes so he makes the smart choice to not push you. 

It isn’t long before Elaine is returning with half a dozen guards. 

You let Elaine do all the talking. Explaining that she took you on a walk when you couldn’t sleep. She’s a good actress. 

You play your part well as well, you don’t even have to act, you really are shaken up as you lean against the wall. Nodding to corroborate Elaine’s story. 

Din stands defensively next to you the entire time. As if the guards might find a hole in your story and seize you. 

But that never happens. 

The guards all give you sympathetic looks.

They all know Kodo. They know that this story is more than believable. A couple of the men carry him off towards the infirmary. Only one guard stays, you assume she’s of a higher station based on her medals, and her uniform being a different color.

“Would it help your nerves if we increased your security, princess? On behalf of the royal family we apologize for this freak accident.” Her voice is low, professional. 

Freak accident. 

She’s already doing damage control. 

Word can’t get out that the future king of Naboo frightened his beloved wife like this, this needs to be presented as something that couldn’t possibly happen, even though they all believed it was possible, without question.

“No thank you, I have my Mandalorian.” You’re still whispering. Unable to find the strength to speak up. “I will just have him stay close.”

She raises an eyebrow

“Are you sure?” She hesitates for a moment. “It isn’t my place to question you, your highness, but he was unable to stop this attack, how will he prevent further accidents?” 

Sure, you’re mad at Din but something about the way this woman questions his abilities to protect you makes you furious. At the end of the day, Kodo really had tried to hurt you, and Din had stopped it. 

“You’re right.” You find your voice, finally speaking above a whisper. “It isn’t your place.” You stare at the woman until she finally bows. 

“My apologies, your highness. I’m just stating a fact, you clearly weren’t protected enough. Extra guards may help.” She mumbles. 

You don’t care for this woman’s tone.

“What exactly was he supposed to do? Attack the future monarch? Commit an act of treason?” There’s a lot of anger in your tone considering that’s exactly what happened. 

But you’re mad at Din, and you can’t yell at him right now so you might as well direct it somewhere in defense of him. 

“No extra guards.” You say one more time, just to be clear. “Afterall, this was a freak accident, it isn’t likely to happen again.” 

She nods one last time before making a hasty exit, leaving you alone with Din and Elaine.

When you turn to face them they’re both staring at you, looking a little surprised, you decide to break the silence, looking at Elaine.

“Now what?” 

“Now we wait.” 

“How long?” 

“We’ll know if he remembers in four days.” She crosses her arms and you look between her and Din for answers but he seems as confused as you are. “You have dinner with him in four days. Which I cannot stress enough, you will be attending. If you aren’t swarmed by guards in the next few days, you know you’re in the clear.” She finally says once it’s clear you aren’t getting it. “Until then I want both of you to stay here.” She opens up the door to your chambers. 

“For four straight days?” You try not to sound too irritated but you’re wildly angry with him right now and the idea of being stuck in your room for four uninterrupted days (an idea that you would usually kill for the opportunity to have.) makes your stomach churn. 

“For four straight days.” She’s already pushing the two of you in. Clearly eager to be rid of this entire situation. “No if’s, ands, or buts. You need to stay here, “healing” from the stress of tonight's events. I will have servants bring you your meals, Lysa and I will not disturb your rest but you can ring us if you require anything.”

Din is staring at Elaine, you can see the tension in his posture. He knows that you’re livid. And he knows that now that everything’s settled you couldn’t be more unhappy with him. 

The last thing he wants right now is to be trapped in a room with you and your wrath. 

Elaine clocks his hesitancy immediately. 

“You need to stay, you insisted on staying, she needs someone with her, and she needs protection. Just in case. Isn't that the whole reason you refused to leave in the first place?” She begins shutting the door, both of you starting to protest. “Four days, we will know if he knows in four days.” She whisper-yells before closing the door. 

Now it’s just you and Din. 

For four days. 

You want to fight. You want to scream at him now that you’re alone. How could he be so stupid? To not only hit Kodo, but to refuse to leave?

But you’re so tired. And afraid. You can be angry at him later.

Unless there isn’t a later.

No.

No thinking like that. 

Distract yourself.

“Let me see your hand.” You take his hand in yours with no resistance, removing his glove to inspect his knuckle. He knows better than to argue with you right now, especially since you haven’t blown up on him yet. 

He’s split two of his knuckles but he isn't actively bleeding anymore, you still need to clean it. You walk him to the bed, ushering him to sit down. Once he does, you go to the dresser, you grab a couple nightgowns, and the pitcher of water on the vanity before returning to him. 

He makes no attempt to protest as you dip one of the gowns into the pitcher before wiping the blood from his knuckles. 

He doesn’t protest when you tear the other gown with your teeth and wrap his hand. Or when you turn around, silently asking him to undo your dress, which he does as you slip out of it, standing there in your undergarments. 

He doesn’t fight you when you take his uninjured hand and walk him to the closet. 

He doesn’t when you carefully remove each piece of armor. Turning the lamp off and removing his helmet.  

Or when you say “We’ll talk in the morning.” and rest your head on his chest. 

“What if tonight is our last night?” He whispers into the darkness of the closet. 

You don’t want to think about that right now.

You’ll have tomorrow. 

Hopefully.

“It isn’t.” Is all you have to say. He still doesn’t argue. 

You fall asleep like that.

★

Day one isn’t going to be easy. 

You both know it. 

It’s fine as you both wake up, mostly because neither one of you speaks. 

He knows what’s coming. You can tell by the way his shoulders never relax, that he knows at some point today you’re going to snap. So he doesn’t speak, not wanting to accidentally cause your inevitable explosion.

And you don’t speak either, mostly because you know that when you do you’re going to get rather upset. So you just lay there. Every so often you feel him place a kiss on your temple. 

You wait as long as possible, until you hear a faint knocking from the main door and you know it's either Kodo, here to sentence your Mandalorian to death, or it’s breakfast.

Thankfully when you answer the door it’s breakfast. 

An older woman you don’t recognize hands you two plates of eggs, bread, and fruit. You give her a smile and a thanks. 

She gives you a curious look, like she’s trying to gauge your mood. Elaine must have already started spreading her rumors. You leave her with a nod of dismissal, locking the door once more. 

You carefully bring the plates to the closet, handing one to Din, still not saying a word as you turn to face away from him, flipping the light switch back on.

The two of you eat in silence. 

Once the helmet is back on you take the plates out to the main room, opening the door to leave them in the hall. 

When you turn around he’s standing in the closet doorway and you know you can’t put this off any longer.

“You can still leave.” When the words finally leave your lips they’re significantly less angry than you thought they’d be.

“You know I can’t.” Once he says that though you manage to find your anger relatively fast.

“You can and you know it.”

He doesn’t respond. He just stands, staring at you. 

“You have to go. It’s stupid to stay, if he remembers when he wakes up you need to be gone.”

“And if he doesn’t remember? Then you’d be here, unprotected, and alone.” There’s no heat behind his voice. He isn’t fighting, he’s just stating a fact. 

It doesn’t change your mind. 

“That doesn’t matter, no when there’s a chance that he does remember.” You take an angry step towards him but he doesn’t so much as flinch. 

“No.” Clearly you aren’t changing his mind either. 

You want to throw something at him. 

“You can’t stay here. You know what happens if you stay here. You need to leave, you can always come back for me.” You leave out the fact that that would be extremely difficult to do. “You need to go, hop on a ship and get out of here.” You’re getting angrier and angrier as you stare into the unforgiving steel of his helmet.

“I’m not leaving you.” There’s still no fight, he’s simply stating the truth.

“You are, you will. You need to. I will not just sit here and wait for you to be taken and slaughtered.” Your voice cracks on the last word, you’re starting to get to the level of anger where you’re at risk of crying, you’re desperately trying to keep yourself in control of your emotions as he holds his arms open for you.

It doesn’t matter if you’re in a rage, you can’t help yourself. 

You step into his embrace, still visibly fuming.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles, lifting you up, his hands rest on your ass to support you and you have to wrap your legs around his waist to keep your balance, he walks you into the closet.

“But you’re not, Din, and that’s the problem.” You aren’t done, you’ve barely gotten started but he seems to have found a rather effective way of dissolving your anger as he kicks the closet door shut with his foot. 

“I’m sorry that I’m not sorry then.” He sets you down into the blankets and wastes no time flicking the lamp off. You don’t even hear the airlock, his mouth is just immediately on you, silencing any further protest you might have with his lips. “Just let me know when you want to stop so we can start fighting again.” He whispers against your bottom lip before his mouth quickly moves downward, leaving a trail of bites and kisses, his finger unbuttoning the front of your nightie as he does so.

“This- this isn’t fair, I’ve barely started.” You gasp as his mouth latches onto your nipple, he pulls away just long enough to respond.

“Then tell me to stop.” 

You don’t. 

Afterall you’re only human, and he’s being very persuasive right now. 

You’ll yell at him after.

Except there isn’t an after. 

He’s dangerously attentive for the next several hours. 

It’s like he’s been waiting to unleash this level of his undivided attention onto you, like he knew to save it for when you got truly angry with him. 

His fingers dip past the band of your underwear, dipping into your cunt just enough to make his fingertips slick as he drags them back up to your clit. Rubbing slow, methodic shapes into your bundle of nerves. 

He keeps his mouth on your chest for the most part. 

Except for when you get restless. Every so often you’ll remember your objective. Or you’ll feel a flicker of your rage spark up and you’ll mumble something angry at him halfheartedly, usually with your head tilted back, and your hands tangled in either the sheets or his hair. When that happens his mouth drifts down, he throws your legs over his shoulders and he wraps his lips around your clit until you forget all about whatever it was you were saying. 

He manages to keep you distracted until there’s another knock at the door that tells you it’s already lunch time. 

You struggle to button yourself back up as he fumbles for the lamp. 

You glare at him once the lights, and his helmet are back on. 

He quickly buttons your gown back up for you. He never even took his armor off. 

You rush to the door, greeting a woman younger than the one from before. Her eyes immediately dart to your expression.

Elaine was right, gossip does move fast here.

It’s a good thing you still look pissed off, and upset mostly with yourself for being so easily seduced. You can tell she takes note of your frown.  

She hands you two wrapped sandwiches and a pitcher of juice before scurrying off. You yell a half hearted thank you after her before locking up once more. 

When you return to Din you’re still frowning, tossing him the sandwich, turning around, and eating in silence. When you’re finished he takes your wrapper and stands, walking into the main room to discard them. 

When you join him he hands you a glass of juice. Nodding, you take it from him, gulping most of it down before setting the glass aside. 

“You know what?” It isn’t hard to find that fire in you immediately when you think about how truly stupid he’s still being right now. 

“What?” You close your eyes as he lifts his helmet to drink, opening them when you hear the airlock, poking a finger into his chest. 

“You should have left when Elaine told you to, and we shouldn’t even be having this argument because you should be somewhere far far away right now.” 

“This isn’t really an argument, it’s mostly just you yelling and me nodding.” 

Smartass. 

“You just made this an argument by contradicting me.” You’re starting to sound petulant but you really are still upset as you shove him, unable to bring yourself to put much effort into it but he takes a deliberate step back and you cry out in frustration. “You’re an idiot. You are a stupid, stupid man.”

It’s starting to bother you that he won’t fight back. Like he knows you’re right, he just doesn’t care.

You shove him again. This time he doesn’t move in the slightest. 

“You never should have hit him in the first place Din! Are you insane? Do you have a death wish?” You’re nearly screaming at this point.

Yet he says nothing.

So you keep going.

“You say that you have to stay here to protect me, but why didn’t you think about that before you knocked my husband flat on his ass?” That finally gets a reaction from him. His helmet tilts the tiniest bit to the side, almost like he’s flexing his jaw.

“Don’t call him that.” He sounds mad for the first time today.. 

“What? My husband? I’m sorry Din but that’s what he is, it’s nothing more than a title, you know th-“

“No. Don’t call him yours. He isn’t yours, he isn’t your anything, For Makers sake just call him Kodo.” He’s practically snarling as he says it but it only feeds your flames.

“That’s what you’re upset about? Really? Your life's on the line here, and that’s what makes you upset?” You’re close enough to him now that you can see your own rage being reflected back at you on his helmet. 

“If you're so convinced that these are my last hours alive then why are we spending them fighting?” He’s already getting less angry. 

“Because they don’t have to be your last hours!” You’re getting more frustrated by the second, your voice getting higher and higher. “You could leave like anyone with a brain in this situation would.” 

“I’m not leaving you.” 

That’s all he has to say for himself. 

He doesn’t care. 

“Fine.” Your scowl never falters.

“Fine?” He sounds shocked that you’re already giving up.

“Fine.” You shoot him a furious look before you grab the front of his cowl and drag him back into the closet, slamming the door shut behind the both of you because you are sick and tired of him not caring that his life is in extreme danger and if he’s not going to argue with you then he might as well fuck you. 

“Why can’t you just be angry?” You yell as you start unbuttoning your nightgown all over again while he begins removing his armor. 

“Because you’re right.” He mumbles, struggling to keep up with your speed as you let the nightie fall to the floor, leaving you in only your panties. 

“You’re insufferable.” You snarl, laying down in the blankets, watching him toss his cowl aside.

“And you’re insatiable.” He slides the last of his armor off before kneeling in front of you in just his flight suit and helmet. “How many times did I make you cum today before noon? And you still want more.” He doesn’t even sound like he’s trying to get a rise out of you, he sounds like he did when he said he was going to stay, like he was just stating a fact. 

“I don’t want to look at you right now. I’m still mad at you.” You grumble, he wastes no time wrapping his arms around your torso, flipping you onto your stomach.

“This better?” He sounds unbothered. It makes you angrier that he refuses to justify his actions beyond simply wanting to stay.  

“Perfect.” You mumble. 

“You’re being a brat.” 

“And you’re being an idiot.” 

“I thought we weren’t going to fight, why did you bring us in here to just fight more?” He tugs down your panties with one hand, you turn to see him palming himself with the other. 

“Let’s just- let's not talk.” You grumble sitting up on your knees, his hand slides up your spine to the nape of your neck, pushing your face into a pillow while simultaneously forcing your ass into the air.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You hear the release of his helmet and a thunk of metal as he tosses it aside.

He doesn’t bother turning the lamp off.

You hear the familiar sound of his zipper, he doesn’t waste any time as you feel the head of his cock push into you. You bite into the pillow swallowing your moan. 

Are you still mad?

Yes. Very much so.

Is this better than fighting? 

Yes. (Very much so.)

He leans down, groaning as his chest is flush with your back, his length sinking deeper into your heat. 

“Reach back and push me away if you want me to stop.” He brushes your hair behind your ear as he says it, you only nod in response as he leans back again, rocking his hips forward until his pelvis is flush with your ass. 

He’s never fucked you from this angle.

Your slightly lower than he is, it’s like he’s fucking down into you, deeper than he has previously.

He takes a second to let you breath before he snaps his hips back, dragging his cock nearly completely out of you before slamming himself back in entirely. 

You yelp as he presses up against your cervix. 

He waits again, like he’s waiting to see if you’re okay but you make no effort to stop him so after another second he repeats the motion, letting out a low groan as he does.

He squeezes your hips almost reassuringly as he starts to find his rhythm. Feeling him sink into you, every thrust almost painfully deep.

It’s nice.

Of course you won’t tell him that, not now when you’re still seething.

But it’s like he’s doing it on purpose. Like he’s trying to prove a point. That no matter how mad you are, he can still unravel you, with ease.

His hands slide up your back, he takes hold of your shoulders, experimentally using his grip to leverage you back against him in time with his thrusts. 

It’s (tragically) divine. 

You pull your face from the pillow, turning your head to the side. 

“When- kriff, when you’re done we’re finishing our, ah, our conversation.” You manage to stutter out, his pace never so much as skipping a beat.

“I thought… we were… done… with that.” He says through grit teeth in between thrusts, pulling you back against him with every movement forcing himself deeper into you than you even thought possible.

“We aren’t.” 

He only grunts in acknowledgement as you feel him lean down to place a kiss against your spine. 

You shouldn’t have told him that once he finished you were going to fight again because he doesn't stop until they knock for dinner.

The bastard actually manages to last the entire time, everytime you think he’s finally going to lose his resolve he buries himself in you, unmoving, letting his hands roam your body aimlessly until he’s able to continue. When he hears the knocking his pace quickens the tiniest bit and that’s all he needs to tumble over the edge. Pulling out and finishing on your lower back. 

You’d be more upset if you weren’t so impressed. 

You make yourself as presentable as possible before rushing to the door for what is hopefully the last time today.

It’s the same routine.

Greet them, they stare at you, you take the food, they leave. 

Once you’re locked up for the night you hand him his bowl of stew. 

It continues to be the same routine. Eating in silence as he waits for the inevitable. 

Except it doesn’t come.

You finish eating, turning around once he’s done as well. He takes the bowls, setting them aside. 

And you open your mouth to yell at him. But all that comes out is a yawn, once he sees that he scoops you up into his arms, already carrying you back to the closet. You let your head rest on his shoulder.

“I’m still mad.” You mumble. 

“You should be.” He says it so quietly the modulator doesn’t even pick it up, you hear the words muffled and unfiltered through his helmet. 

You don’t like that he’s seemingly mad at himself. He doesn’t get to do that, no one gets to be mad at him right now but you. 

He lays you down in the sheets, kneeling next to you he removes his helmet as you close your eyes he turns the lights out, laying down beside you. 

“No more sex. I’m too tired.” All you’ve done today is yell, have sex and eat, the combination has you dozing off already. You roll over so you’re partially on top of him as you rest the side of your face on his chest which you feel shake a bit as he lets out a single laugh.

“Okay, sarad.” 

How did you lose an entire day to him? You had wanted to scream and throw things. To show him and to tell him that what he was doing wasn’t okay. Instead he’d spent the entire day distracting you and it worked. 

You take in the silence of the room, listening only to his breathing for a moment. 

He’s okay. You suppose that’s what matters. He’s still here, and maybe for right now that’s okay. You clearly aren’t going to get anywhere as far as yelling at him goes because he agrees with you. He just doesn’t care. And for the time being you’re just going to have to live with that.

“I don’t want you to go to sleep angry.” He says into the darkness of the room, startling you a little. 

“Why does that matter?” You wish you could sound more stern but you’re tired, and clearly he is too.

“If this is our last night I don’t want you to be upset with me.” 

Oh, Din.

“It isn’t. So it doesn’t matter.” You try to say it with a finality that will hopefully end the conversation.

“It might be.”

“Good night Din.”

★

The start of your second day is considerably different than your first day. 

You feel a little less stressed now that a day has passed with no word but he seems to be getting more nervous. And you feel less cross today. It’s hard to stay angry when you wake up in his arms. He’s spooning you when you wake, and how can you be mad at that?

“I love you, I’m sorry, I just- I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore.” He murmurs into your hair before leaning down to kiss your neck. It takes you by surprise, you're still waking up but he already seems shockingly coherent. 

He says it like he’s worried it’s the last conversation you’ll ever have with him.

It makes your anger fizzle out, replaced with sympathy for him.

“Then I’m not mad anymore.” He breathes out a sigh of relief when you say it, his arms tighten around you. 

If this really is your last day with him you don’t want to spend it mad. 

You wish you hadn’t spent yesterday mad at him in hindsight, you have no way of knowing if this is the end or not. 

“I love you.” He whispers into the crook of your neck, he kisses your throat. “I love you.” He keeps breathing those words against your skin between kisses as you arch your back against him in an attempt to get more.

You don’t say it back. 

Your love for each other is what got you into this stupid mess to begin with. 

That doesn’t stop him though. 

He repeats it, over and over and over, slowly and sleepily. Like a prayer. 

“Let’s just do this today, okay? No fighting.” He’s got one hand resting on your stomach, the other gently cups your breast. He shifts himself so he can slide his leg between yours. 

Can’t argue with that. 

“We did this yesterday.” You breathe out, it feels good to smile.

“Yes, but you were angry, today there will be no fighting.” He bites your neck lightly enough that there won’t be a mark but hard enough to earn a small squeak from you. 

“No fighting.” You echo his words as he pulls you flush against him. 

When it’s dark like this it feels like he’s the only thing in the universe. The only thing keeping you grounded. 

The hand on your stomach moves downwards and you feel his hot breath on your neck.

“Please?” he mumbles before nipping at your shoulder.

“Of course.” The moment he has your permission he guides his hand to your center, lifting your thigh and sliding his cock up against your folds in one fluid motion. Once he’s situated he brings his hand up to your mouth, two fingers tapping on your bottom lip as you instinctually open your mouth for him he rocks his hips forwards with a grunt, you feel him sliding through your folds as his fingers swipe across your tongue. 

He hums softly, his lips stay on your shoulder, alternating between sucking and biting as he slow fucks the space between your thighs. 

Once he’s satisfied with the wetness of his fingers he withdrawals them from your mouth, bringing them back between your legs. 

“I’m sorry, sarad, for everything.” He says under his breath. 

“No more apologizing.” You lean back to whisper it in his ear.

“What?” He sounds a little lost in his actions.

“I know you’re sorry. I don’t want to hear it anymore. No more apologizing.”

“No more apologizing.” This time he echos you. He slowly and carefully starts rubbing his slick fingers against your clit while simultaneously sliding himself in and out of the space between your thighs. You experimentally squeeze your thighs together around his cock and he immediately bites down on your shoulder, stifling a moan. 

It’s so wildly intimate, an unspoken agreement that you both suddenly have to try and make the other person feel as good as possible.

He ruts between your soaked thighs, when he draws back you press your thighs together slightly to tighten around him. His free hand cups your breast again, leisurely pinching your nipple as the one between your legs manages to do exactly what it needs to do.

He knows you so well at this point it’s actually a little jarring when he’s able to drive you towards that release so quickly. 

“Cum with me?” He mumbles through his labored breaths as you nod frantically. 

He keeps you on the edge for a few more minutes as he rocks his hips back and forth until both his thrusts and his fingers move faster, you let your head fall back against his shoulder as you feel the wire snap within you, he turns his face to press his forehead into your temple as he snarls, you feel the spurt of warmth between your thighs as he cums. 

You both lay there briefly, gasping for air, just as you finally get your bearings you hear a knock.

“Shit.” You mumble, wiping yourself off on the sheets and readjusting your nightgown as you sit up. 

You stumble to your feet, rushing to the door to get what you assume is breakfast, you’re surprised to see Elaine standing there holding a basket of bread, rushing into the room before you can even greet her. 

“Good news and bad news.” She immediately hands you the basket and you set it down. Din steps out of the closet, already fully dressed, a sharp juxtaposition to how you must look, disheveled in your nightie you haven’t changed in several days. 

“Good news first.” You say quickly.

“Good news is that word has spread as quickly as I anticipated. From what I can tell, the people in the city are already aware of what happened.”

“That fast?” You’re in disbelief at the idea that people already know. 

“I told you it would.” She’s grinning ear to ear, clearly proud of herself. 

“What’s the bad news?” Din Djarin, well known optimist, finally speaks up.

“Kodo’s awake as of an hour ago.” Her grin is gone in an instant.

As far as bad news goes, that's about as bad as it gets. 

Neither you, nor Din speaks. 

So Elaine does.

“I haven’t heard anything yet but if he remembered we wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

“Or he’s waiting.” Still being optimistic, aren’t you, Din?

“He wouldn’t wait, he doesn’t have the patience.” You look to Elaine for confirmation and she nods, relief washes over you.

“Or he wants to make a spectacle out of it.” You’re getting sick of his attitude towards this already.

“No fighting today.” You snap at him and he immediately goes quiet so you turn back to Elaine. “Is that all?”

“Yes, I’ll let you know if I hear anything else.” She begins to make a hasty exit but you call her name again.

“Wait, could you please draw me a bath?” That seems like the logical next step considering you probably reek of sex at this point. 

“Of course, my lady.” She closes the door behind her and you turn to Din.

“No fighting, we agreed.” You say one more time, to be sure he knows you’re serious about this. 

He nods and you leave him standing there, going to the dresser to find a robe.

★

“I’ll be standing outside to make sure no one disturbs you, princess.” Elaine raises her eyebrows as she says it, closing the door behind you as you turn to stare at the Mandalorian across from you in the fresher.

If you and Din aren’t imprisoned in the next couple of days you’re going to make sure Elaine gets a pay raise. 

You slip your robe off as Din slides a table in front of the door for extra security, and you step into the warmth of the water, staring up at him as he walks over to the pool.

“I had a dream like this once.” He says as he carefully takes his armor off. 

That’s the last thing you could have imagined him saying right now. You chew on your lip, giddy as you fight the smile threatening to spread across your face.

“Do you have a lot of dreams about me?” You hold back your laughter as he takes the last piece of metal that isn’t his helmet off. Fascinated as he starts to tug at his flight suit.

You’ve never actually seen him like this. 

Sure you’ve seen his hands, and his cock, but never as much bare skin as he’s about to reveal. He peels the fabric away from his body as he steps out of it.

Maybe yesterday was your last day. 

You aren’t totally convinced that you didn’t die yesterday and are currently in heaven. 

He steps into water, only in his helmet and you try not to gawk but it’s hard because he’s just so… pretty. 

You finally tear your eyes away when you see a tint of red flare up around his neck.

He’s embarrassed. 

He shouldn’t be.

He’s an adonis. 

Tan skin littered with little pink and white marks.

You want to kiss every single one. 

He makes his way across the water, sitting on one of the ledges so everything below his chest is submerged. You try not to make your way over to him too eagerly but you can’t help yourself as you hastily pull yourself into his lap. 

“Aren’t you worried about rust?” You tilt your head to the side, laughing a little. 

“Beskar doesn’t rust but you’re very cute.” His hands squeeze your thighs under the water. 

“Ha ha.” You roll your eyes and lean forward to rest your head on his shoulder. “You didn’t answer my question by the way, about your dreams.” 

His hands slide under your thighs, dragging you closer to him.

“What do you want to know about my dreams?” 

“I want you to tell me about your dream that reminded you of this.” You run your pinky across a small pink crescent shaped scar on his chest. 

“That might take a while, why don’t I just show you.” You can practically hear his grin.

For a brief moment you’re almost able to forget the situation you’re currently in. 

Almost. 

★

“You knew I was out there, you could have at least tried to be quiet.” Elaine grumbles as you open the door.

Whoops. 

“Sorry.” You both mutter in sync, your face is getting hot as you give her an apologetic grin.

She’s definitely getting a raise. 

“I’ll get over it.” She walks you back to your chambers holding the door open for the both of you. “Someone will bring you lunch and dinner later, I’ll see you both soon.” 

“Thank you.” You call out after her as she’s inching her way out of the room.

“You're welcome.” She shoots you one last smile before stepping out completely. 

Once the door is closed behind you you rush over to it, clicking the locks before dropping the robe, when you turn around he’s already setting his armor aside. 

You leave him to that briefly as you walk yourself to the closet, returning to him with a scarf, all of his armor aside from his helmet is already off, he’s currently unzipping his flight suit. 

You do exactly what you said you would.

No fighting. No apologies. 

He helps you tie the scarf around your eyes and from that point on it’s a hazy, lascivious daydream. You’d be understating it if you said he fucked you on every surface in your room. It’s a desperate love that he makes to you now, and you know better than anyone that it’s his fear creeping back up, that this time will be the last time. 

Floor, bed, wall, table, dresser. If it is a flat surface, at some point during the day he presses you up against it, alternating between burying his tongue and his cock in your weeping cunt. 

You’re so fucked out of your mind that when they knock for meals you just ignore it. Biting down on a pillow or his shoulder to silence the noises he forces out of you. 

You don’t really remember when he brought you back to the closet. It’s been such a whirlwind. 

You do remember him kissing you. And saying he loved you before you fell asleep.

You try to forget when he whispered a prayer that he would have more days with you. 

★

And you make it to day three. 

Every hour there isn’t a battalion of guards outside your door makes you relax more and more. 

Din seems to be the exact opposite of you based on the first thing he says when you wake. 

“I want you to look today.”

“At what?”

“You know what.”

Oh. 

You sit up. Staring at where he would be in the darkness. 

“I’m not doing that.”

“Why?”

“Because this isn’t our last day, and you need to stop acting like it is.” 

If Kodo remembered he wouldn’t wait, he isn’t a patient man. You don’t want to spend today worrying, and you don’t want him to either. 

So today you’ll talk. You’ll talk until he forgets all about it. 

You lay back down, pulling his head into the crook of your neck.

“Tell me a secret.” 

“What kind of secret?” He laughs a little. Good. You don’t want today to be sad.

“Something nobody knows about you.”

“I don’t have secrets from you. I tell you everything.” 

That’s actually quite sweet. 

“That’s just not true. You keep tons of secrets.” You scoff.

“Not anymore. If you asked me anything, I’d tell you.” He says it earnestly.

That can’t possibly be true. 

“There’s plenty of stuff you don’t tell me.” You twist a lock of his hair gently between your fingers.

“You never ask.”

This entire time you’d been trying not to push him, he’d just assumed you didn’t care. 

“Are you okay with me asking?” You never meant to make him feel neglected.

“I’d love if you asked.”

You don’t even know where to start. You want to know everything. 

So you start at the beginning. 

“Do you have any family?”

“I lost my mother and my father when I was very young.” He draws small distinct stars into your skin with his fingers as he talks. “I was taken in by the Mandalorians as a foundling.” He sounds detached as he says it, like he came to terms with it a long time ago, so you don’t linger on his tragedy, opting to point out a phrase you’re unfamiliar with instead.

“A foundling?”

“It means they raised me as their own, taught me the creed.” 

You picture a little Din Djarin running around with a dozen adoptive parents. 

“They all did?”

He laughs, giving your side a small pinch. 

“No, typically the Mandalorian who finds an abandoned child will claim them but the Mandalorian who found me already had two foundlings.” 

“That’s terrible, what did they do with you?” You feel yourself being pulled into his story, like he’s telling you a tale you don’t know the ending to. As if he isn’t here right now, a full fledged Mandalorian who things clearly worked out for. 

“There was a Mandalorian at the covert who had never had a foundling. She made their armor for them so she didn’t leave as often as the rest. She took me in.” 

“So she became your mother?”

“More like a big sister, she’s only a few years older than I am.”

“Did she make your armor?”

“She did, yes.”

You sit in silence briefly, taking in his story, something he said a while ago resurfaces in your mind. 

You had asked him about his boy's mother. 

“I don’t know, I don’t know who his father is either. Is that all you wanted to ask?” 

You sit up a little, pulling him closer. 

“Your boy is your foundling.” You don’t say it like a question, you’re sure of it. 

“Was, my foundling.” 

Your natural instinct is to not pry, but he wants you to ask, and you feel an anxious curiosity as he uses past tense to refer to his child. 

“Din, you don’t have to talk about it, but if you’re okay with it I’d love to know more about him.”

He doesn’t respond and you’re glad you gave him the option to opt out. 

“I haven’t talked about him since I lost him.” You lean down a little to kiss his forehead, he sounds so small, the smallest he’s ever sounded.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You feel him curl his legs up a bit, tangling them between yours as he sighs. 

“Then I’ll listen.” 

“His name’s Grogu.” You let out a silent sigh of relief as he uses present tense to refer to the boy. 

“That’s a funny name.”

“He’s a funny kid.” There’s an adoration in his voice that he typically reserves just for you. It makes you long to meet this child that softens your Mandalorians demeanor. “He was only a baby when I found him, I knew right then and there that he was mine.”

“What’s he like?” You feel the corners of his mouth twitch up when you ask that. 

“Happy. He’s always happy, and smart, he’s so smart, just like you, too smart for his own good.” He absentmindedly brings his fingers up to play with your hair. “He’s a lot like you actually. Happy, smart, brave, funny.” He tugs your hair softly, teasingly. “You both love to irritate me.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m serious, you're very similar, I’d say you could be his mother but you look nothing alike.” He laughs at a joke you don’t seem to get. 

There’s one question you haven’t asked, the one you’ve been avoiding.

“What happened to him?”

“I let him go, to be with his people.” You have no idea what he means by that. 

“Sounds to me like you’re his people.” 

“I’m starting to believe that, the longer I spend away from him the more I wonder if I made the right choice.” He traces his fingers down the curve of your jaw.

“Why don’t you visit him?” 

He goes silent, bringing his hand back down to your waist, you feel his fingers tapping against your skin softly, almost like a nervous tick. 

“It’s a stupid reason.” He whispers. 

You run your hand across the length of his shoulder in a soothing manner. 

“Tell me.”

“I’m worried he’s  happy there. Happier than he was with me.”

Oh. Din.

You wish there was a way to tell him that he’s worthy of love. He just doesn’t seem to believe it’s possible.

Well, there is one obvious way to.

“I don’t think that’ll happen. And if he is happy there it just means you did your job. You took care of him.” Once you say that you feel a weight lifted off of your torso as he sits up. 

For a moment nothing happens. 

In the darkness you aren’t even sure where he is, at least until his hands cradle your face ever so gently.

“You’re perfect.”

He’s perfect. 

“I love you.” It slips past your lips in a soft whisper before you can stop yourself. 

“Hmm?” He hums gently. Leaning forward to give you a chaste kiss before pulling back. “What did you say?”

“Very funny. I’m not saying it again.” 

“I’m serious. I didn’t hear you.”

Strange.

He isn’t lying. You can tell.

And this isn’t the first time this has happened. 

“You can’t hear well can you?” You reach up to put a hand on his face, you can feel his mouth turned up in a grin. 

“Smart girl.” He turns his head to kiss your palm.

You won’t repeat yourself. You’ll save it for another time.

“How long?”

“Decades. One of my first bounties. I was listening in from a distance, had the audio on my helmet all the way up, I didn’t realize one of his friends was flanking me until the grenade landed at my feet.”

“Maker.” You gasp. 

“It isn’t really a big deal, I can hear perfectly fine with my helmet and the only person I ever talk to without my helmet on is you.”

Fair point. 

“Aren’t you worried it might happen again?”

“No, I have sensors now that will silence any sound that might be damaging. My turn to ask a question.” He stays sitting across from you, your legs still tangled together as he quickly changes the subject.. “I’ve been dying to ask, why do you sleep in the closet?” 

There’s no hesitation in your answer.

“My room is too big.” 

He bursts into genuine peals of laughter and you gently smack his arm.

“Don’t laugh, it’s a serious issue! My room is enormous.” You’re giggling along with him now, it’s the hardest you’ve ever heard him laugh.

And that’s how you spend the third day.

Laughing and talking. 

And when you go to sleep that night, he doesn’t bring up the fact that it could be your last night together. 

But you know you’re both thinking it.

★

Today there is nothing. 

You can’t comfort him anymore because last night very well could have been your last night together. If Kodo knows, you won’t spend tonight with Din.

You won’t ever spend another night with Din.

There’s no way he knows though. (Unless he does.)

You both seem to realize that, in the comfortable silence you find yourselves in. He’s awake as well but neither of you speaks. 

Today you don’t fight, or fuck, or talk. Today you just exist together. He lays with his head on your chest and you absentmindedly play with his hair.

You both ignore the knocking.

If it's guards, they’ll come in anyways, if it’s breakfast, they’ll leave it outside the door. Based on the lack of guards over the course of the next few minutes, you discern that it’s breakfast. You do the same when they knock for lunch. 

You don’t get up until his stomach grumbles. You rush out quickly before returning to find him in the same position in the darkness as you crawl to him, handing him his plate. You rest your head on his shoulder, listening to him eat and opening your mouth when he offers you some. 

And you don’t speak. 

You don’t say a word. 

A few hours before dinner the girls come to dress you, you bring a blue dress out of the closet when they arrive. 

You’re pretty sure Lysa is aware of the entire situation you find yourself in as she avoids the closet like the plague. Dressing you faster than ever before, in complete silence. When they’re done Lysa rushes out, Elaine lingering as she gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

“You can do this. After tonight, you’re in the clear.” As she speaks you put your hand over hers, nodding and smiling at her in the reflection of the mirror. 

You can do this. 

She gives your shoulder one last pat before darting out of the room. Once she’s gone, like clockwork, Din steps into the main room. He quickly makes his way over to you, pulling you into an embrace.

And still neither of you says so much as a word. 

He walks next to you as you make your way to the dining room, letting the back of his hand brush against yours. 

When you approach the doors, as usual the hall is devoid of guards, he faces you.

“I love you.” 

You only nod in response, standing on your tiptoes you lean up and press a kiss into the steel cheek of his helmet before opening the doors to the dining hall. 

He’s waiting for you. He doesn’t usually look when you walk in but tonight he does. 

“Wife, I’m honored that you’re joining me tonight.” You never thought you’d miss the high pitched, nasally way he called out to you until you heard him speaking in a soft and grave tone. 

“Good evening, husband.” You bow before you sit, your Mandalorian standing no more than a foot behind you the entire time. 

It’s a deadly quiet dinner. 

That can’t possibly be a good sign, Kodo loves the sound of his own voice and you’re rarely in a room with him where you don’t hear it. Especially not a room this quiet. 

It’s nothing but the sounds of scraping forks against plates and glasses being set down. 

You aren’t entirely sure what his plan is until they take dinner away and you’re left with nothing but your wine glass in front of you.

Kodo’s is full of water. 

You flinch when he clears his throat before speaking. 

“I was told something odd when I woke up after my accident.”

This is it. 

You’re dead.

Din’s dead. 

You should have just risked it and left with him days ago. 

“People believe that I tried to hurt you, that I was injured when I drunkenly slipped.” His voice is full of a dangerous, malice as he traces the rim of his glass with his finger. 

You should tell Din that you love him before they drag him away. He deserves to hear it. 

Or would that make things worse for him?

Would they hurt him more if they knew?

Dank farrik, you should have repeated yourself when you said it. Now he might never know how you feel. 

“I don’t know why anyone would possibly think that.” He tilts his glass to the side, watching the water shift back and forth. “Because that isn’t what happened, right, wife?” 

Din was right. 

At least you spent your last night happy. If you’re executed you’ll think of his laughter before you go. 

“Right? Wife?” He says it much louder now, his fist comes down to meet the table and you jump a bit in your chair. 

There’s no escape. Not if he remembers. There isn’t anything anymore. Just you and just Din. 

There’s a lump in your throat as you give him a single small nod. Out of the corner of your eye you see Din take the smallest step towards you but he doesn’t do anything drastic as Kodo leans back in his chair. 

“Good. Then you shall tell the common folk you visit what really happened, that a bored servant made that story up, it never happened and you are more than happy here.” He takes a sip of his water and you stare at him, baffled. 

Maker. 

He doesn’t remember. 

He. Doesn’t. Remember.

He believes the story.

He just wants you to tell people it didn’t happen because it affects his image. 

You’re so relieved you could cry, as you nod, holding back a smile. 

“Of course.” Your voice cracks but you can’t find it in you to care. “Of course, dear husband, I will tell them that it was just a misunderstanding, that the entire story is a lie.” Your knee bounces under the table as you resist the urge to look at Din.

Kodo nods towards the door.

“Then it’s settled. You’re dismissed.”

That’s it?

Holy shit, that’s it.

You have to stop yourself from sprinting out the door as you bow before taking slow steps out. 

In the hallway you glance at Din, staring into the visor with wide eyes before heading towards your chambers.

You don’t dare say a word on the walk back to your room, neither does he. 

You did it. 

You’re worried you're dreaming but you know for certain that you aren’t.

You actually fucking did it.

Din is fine, and he’s going to remain fine. 

It feels too good to be true and you just want to pull him into a hug and squeal like a kid on christmas. 

The walk feels like it takes ages as you make your way through the halls until finally you’re there. He opens the door for you as you step inside he shuts it behind you both. You turn towards him ready to just about scream with glee but he beats you to it, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around. 

When he sets you down he doesn’t even think about it as you feel the cool rush of air against your face, he lifts his helmet off nearly all the way with one hand, the other hand wraps around your waist he pulls you close, kissing your forehead before dragging his nose down your face like he’s using it to guide his way before pressing his lips to yours. You manage to shut your eyes before he pulls it off completely. 

He laughs, leaning in to kiss you again.

“You’re the only person I’ve met who wouldn’t look, you know that right?” He mumbles into the kiss before pulling back.

“That’s why I can’t look,” You open your eyes as you hear the airlock once more. “You make exceptions for me and I don’t want you to regret it.”

“I won’t regret it.”

“You might. So we’ll wait.” You play with the band that goes across the chest as he holds you close with his arm around your waist. 

“How long?” He sounds downright excited. 

“When I know you won’t regret it.”

“How exactly are you going to measure that? I’ve already decided I’m ready.” 

You know exactly when you’d be willing to look.

You would look if you were married to him.

But you won’t tell him that, solely because you don’t want him to want to marry you just so you’ll look, you want him to want it. And you haven’t even talked about marriage with him, besides your “jokes,” which definietly don’t count.

“I’ll let you know when I figure that out.”

You just stare at each other, you’re grinning at him and you’re certain he’s grinning right back at you. 

“We really did it. We’re okay.” You whisper as he nods. 

“You did it, I caused it.” 

“No more fighting. This is a happy night.” 

“Fine, if tonight's happy night then I have a surprise for you.” He makes his way to the closet as he says it, disappearing for a second before returning with a pair of pants and a cotton tunic, handing them to you. “Put these on.” 

“How could you possibly have a surprise, we’ve been in this room for days and up until a few minutes ago we didn’t know if you were going to be imprisoned for treason.” You take the clothes, turning around so he can unlace your gown, which he swiftly does. 

“I planned this surprise ages ago, I was just saving it for a special occasion.” He pulls each ribbon free and you let the dress slide off of you, stepping into the pants. 

“So what kind of surprise are we dealing with here?” You turn back towards him as you pull the shirt over your head. 

“The kind I know you’re going to love.”

“How can you be sure?” 

“Because you’ve been waiting for it.” 

He gets down on his knee in front of you, you inhale so sharply you nearly stumble backwards as he stares up at you.

This can’t be happening. There’s no way, you haven’t talked this over enough yet.

You should start considering the fact that he might be a genuine mind reader.

“Sarad’ika…” His helmet is tilted up at you, your heart is racing. 

Yes. 

You’re going to say yes.

You’re holding your breath, waiting for him to continue.

But he doesn’t.

Instead he reaches under your bed and pulls out a bundle of black fabric that you furrow your brows at. He stands and hands it to you, you hear him stifle a laugh.  

“Why are you looking at me like that, sarad, I was just getting this for you.” You shove him as he says it, your face getting hot.

“You’re an idiot.” You grumble, unfolding the fabric you see it’s a half cloak, there’s a veil over the hood that will completely conceal your face. 

“Oh, did you think I was going to- oh wow, princess.” He puts on an act of shock as you pull the cloak on, thankful that he can’t see the embarrassment on your face. 

“That wasn't funny.” 

“So you’re the only one allowed to make jokes?”

“If all your jokes are going to be like that then yes.” 

In all honesty, you aren’t upset in the slightest.

Because he’s alive and unharmed and capable of making jokes.

You couldn’t possibly ask for more right now.

“I’m sorry, maybe the surprise will make you forgive me. And make sure you thank Elaine at some point for that, she made it for you.” He chuckles, pointing at the cloak. “Come on, let’s go, we’ll have to stop at the cabin before we head into the city.” He takes your hand.

You forget all about his little stunt when you hear that, and your face lights up with excitement as you realize there’s only one place he could possibly be taking you if you’re going into the city past sundown.

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Sure! I don't mind requesting something new! So you write somewhere in your works how Miles 42 and reader met through location, "whether it be going to the same school or living in the same building or whatever"

I wanna' see a fanfic in Miles pov how he and reader met and how their relationship developed throughout the process! I wanna' know if he's going to make a move in interacting with reader or such. :))

Mr. Tambourine Man ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

A/N: Many people will tell you this song is about a drug dealer. I, however, have always taken Mr. Tambourine Man as an analogy for youth. Take this as you will.

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @nagi3seastorm @luvjunie @milesmolasses @n1cole-ghost @kombuuuu

This is x fem! Reader

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to

Growing up, Miles had always been the dull kid in the corner of the classroom. It was his nature.

He didn’t really remember his dad’s death, but there was always a sort of emptiness in the Morales apartment that never got filled. The emptiness has always been there, in his home and in his mother.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you

On the late nights, he hears his mother sitting in the living room all by herself lonesome. She sits on the couch, in the same spot she has been all these years; next to the spot his father would have taken up.

He can imagine it: his mother curled up under a blanket, her husband’s arm resting over her shoulders. He’d kiss her head and the spot behind her ear. She’d pretend to pay no mind and act as if he doesn’t still make her giddy like he did back when they were young.

Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand.

Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping.

But his father was not there. The late Jeff Morales did not get to stay up with his wife, watching the television as their child sleeps. He was dead, but it sometimes felt like his ghost was haunting the city. He’s gone, but it’s like he’s still there.

As he grew up, Miles did not get the joy his classmates did. He watched his mother work like a dog to support the two of them. He spent many nights alone, waiting for her to come home.

It was sad. Miles was sad.

My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet.

I have no one to meet, and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

So here he sits, in the corner of his studio art class, his last period of the day. Miles is behind an easel, dried paint covering his hands and table. There was music playing in his headphones, but he wasn’t really listening. It was to block out the other noises.

The door opens, and in walks a girl he’s never seen. It was an odd feeling, at first, a shred of nervousness he didn’t quite understand.

He looked around the room, at all the other students and seats, only to realize the one next to him was the only one open. Perfect.

She talks to the teacher, nothing he can hear, snd watches as she slowly makes her way over to the spot next to him. Miles turns away, picking up his paint brush to avoid and other contact.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

Unfortunately for him, Miles looks unapproachable. He looks like he should be friendly and open. He’s got those big, brown, shiny doe eyes and dimples. His face is dusted with freckles. His lips are big and plush. His nose sits perfectly in the center of his face, blending together nicely with every other feature.

However, people avoid him. He’s quiet and keeps to himself. Miles is sort of a mystery, someone people don’t know much about. He’s got eye bags and an RBF, so people leave him alone. Sometimes it seems as if he’s invisible.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.

My senses have been stripped.

The girl sits down, taking out her supplies as she was most likely directed. Tense hands moved shakily. Her breaths were harsh. Her eyebrows furrowed tightly against her forehead. She was nervous.

With a skip of his heart, Miles clears his throat. Her head snaps over quickly, eyes wide with anxiety as he stared her down.

My hands can't feel to grip.

My toes too numb to step.

“Uh..I’m Miles.”

She hesitates, biting the inside of her cheek before nodding.

“Y/N.”

Miles doesn’t look away. Y/N peeks over at his canvas. Her lips curve down into a smile, any trace of her previous fear gone. Her lips pressed together tightly, eyebrows raising. No tension, no anxiety.

“You’re really talented.”

“…Thanks.”

Her smile did not falter. She looked at him for a moment, and that one moment felt like an eternity.

Her nose, cheeks, and lips were a blend of heaven sitting on her face. Her hair was smooth and clean. Miles swore her eyes looked like stars.

Y/N was definitely beautiful.

Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade.

Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.

“What, uh,” Miles spoke again, “what class was you coming from?”

He watched as Y/N fumbled with her schedule, a blue piece of paper crumpling in her hands.

“I have Spanish II, but I was in the office.”

Miles nodded, a small simper forming across his lips.

“I’m in there, too.”

Y/N grinned at him, eyes squinting slightly. It was almost bright.

Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, it's not aimed at anyone.

It's just escaping on the run.

“I’ll walk with you, tomorrow?”

It came out as a question, and Miles would be lying if he said that didn’t surprise him. There was a fuzzy, warm feeling in his stomach that, for a second, made him question if he was getting sick.

Y/N chuckled, a simple melody that sent flowers blooming across his skin. It felt like goosebumps, but much more intense. The sensation matched that of bathing in the sun.

“I’d like that.”

And but for the sky there are no fences facing.

And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme to your tambourine in time

Y/N glanced over to a small group of kids sitting diagonally from them. They were watching intently, eyes wide with curiosity. As quickly as it came, Miles’s almost cheerful expression fell back into place. The corners of his lips dropped, so did his eyebrows. In less than a moment, he was tense once more.

It's just a ragged clown behind.

I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing.

They turned away awkwardly, returning to their projects. Y/N sucked in a breath. There was tension within her chest. It was a sudden, sharp sensation in his fingertips.

“So did you just move here?”

Y/N smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, from New Jersey.”

Miles nodded along intently.

“How come?”

“Family.”

Questions and answers came as the two packed up their things.

And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time

The loud and obnoxious bell rang, and every other student in the class shoved past one another to get out of the room.

Far past the frozen leaves, the haunted frightened trees.

They walked down the hallways together slowly. For the first time, he felt as if he could ask questions. For the first time, someone answered. She answered.

Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

“So, what’s Jersey like?”

“Well, it’s fun. The food is great.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Miles snickered.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky, with one hand waving free.

“Do you like New York?”

“I’m…adjusting.”

“Adjusting?”

“It’s easy to get lost, here.”

Smiling shyly, Y/N pressed her lips together firmly. Miles could almost feel the heat of embarrassment coming from off her face.

“You just need someone to show you around. It gets easy, after all while.”

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands.

“What’s there to show?”

Miles smiled, looking at the girl next to him as they stepped down the front steps of Visions Academy.

“The sky.”

There was a sudden melancholy feeling that ran down Miles’s spine. It was the same feeling he’d felt on those late nights, waiting for his mother to come home.

Miles did not remember his dad’s death. He didn’t remember the funeral. He just remembered the day the apartment felt less like home.

With all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow.

“It’s the same sky as the one in New Jersey.”

“Different view.”

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

“You’ll show me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll show you.”

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

“Good.”

“I’ll show you my mural, too.”

“Mural?”

“For my dad.”

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

Miles nodded, smiling. She nodded back, humming in reply.

Miles had always been so much like his father. The same smile, the same attitude, the same wit.

Y/N looked at Miles curiously, and Miles became painfully aware of that fact. Birds sung in his lungs and trees grew in his mind. Fresh air.

“Let’s go, Miles. I’m expecting a tour.”

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

#earth 42 miles morales x you #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #spiderman #miles morales #miles morales x reader

[inchidentally]

because apparently I can't stop being weird ! 🫠

(this is completely shipping goggles off btw and with the assumption that there's no point theorizing about these men's actual sexualities since a)male sports and b)required travel to countries where the penalty for homosexuality is death/imprisonment.)

I kind of love that we're all picking up on something new and indefinable with Lando and Oscar and it makes our hearts do a little squeeze without fully knowing why. I'm basically finding myself repeating everyone else's tags on landoscar gifsets. and it made me think about why and how Lando has had two main support systems in terms of friendships up til now. there's the F1 alphas/extroverts and then there are his childhood besties.

F1

so like every guy or group of guys I've seen with Carlos somehow admit he's in the alpha position and rotate around him as the leader. it's very much like Daniel even though Carlos and Daniel aren't much alike outside of that (Daniel makes noise to be the leader, Carlos just exists as a leader). for an ambivert like Lando, Carlos and Daniel are great places to be when he's getting pulled under. they're typical straight alpha types who don't believe in getting stuck in their heads or feelings (Carlos' 'mental health' ad basically being go to the gym and stay productive to not feel sad lol) and they exist in a kind of nonstop monologue. so little Lando can just bob along in the current and know that he'll laugh and forget whatever ails him. very much like what he needed Carlos for after the Mexico race when he looked so drained and ended up magically chipper again in Brazil (in reality bc of friendship and not a solid dicking down as I have tagged in a lot of places). or that private plane ride with Daniel where Lando looked twelve years old and so happy. Lando clearly needs to feel small again sometimes and these are the guys who can do that.

Childhood

Max F obviously has that role of truth-telling and soul-baring that honestly I could see Lando not being able to live without. the friend/soulmate you can't hide anything from. I'm absolutely projecting at this point as someone who feels verrrry simpatico with Lando's personality (as we're allowed to see it) but having that person who can love you while being honest and real with you is so SO SO needed. but! there are times when it's too much and they know that you need to just float for a while. I feel like there's that core group of guys in the Max F circle who are all to different degrees like this with Lando. they're much more his equals in power dynamic too.

Oscah??

I think this is where Oscar exists in like a third, unexplored space. he's been caught in 4K as a Lando fanboy but he's also got sleepy cat personality so you can only tell from the internet evidence and from the way his eyes track Lando every time they're in the same rough vicinity that he's still fairly starstruck.

to me it's like Oscar hasn't quite shaken the norm of watching Lando on his phone screen and he almost forgets that he's supposed to be the one interacting with Lando in the challenges etc.

now if you've watched the Prema content on YT you'll know that Oscar, while still sleepy and placid, absolutely knew how to play up for social media content. sure the pressure wasn't that high and he'd known some of those boys for years by then. but his timing was solid and he adopted a sarcastic voice-of-reason role to bounce off the other guys. but what's so endearing about the McLaren content is that Oscar has basically positioned himself as guest star in the Lando Show. it's like he's so relieved at how good Lando is at media content that he spends a lot of his role in it watching what Lando is doing. I'm serious when I say it seems like he forgets he's not watching Lando on a screen like he always used to.

I do however think it's a confident and conscious decision that he made to not even bother trying to be another Carlos or Daniel - or to try and copy paste a little of the banter he'll have seen Lando have in Quadrant videos. I really love that Oscar's said you know what I'm being me and it so happens I'm nothing like those other people in Lando's content.

but !! you know who's personality and sense of humor Oscar most resembles? Max F. dry humor, sleepy but can get riled up and fun when they're feeling it. sort of fondly exasperated with Lando a lot of the time. I loved the stream of Max watching the Most Likely To with Lando and Oscar because he sided with Oscar so many times and appreciated Oscar bringing up the birthday issue.

and I think that's where for Lando he's still pretty damn thrown by Oscar - not in a bad way, just still uncertain. Oscar doesn't fit with Lando's extroverted F1 world. Oscar's plenty friendly with the rest of the grid (and obv Logan) but he's choosing to largely go under the radar and he runs his social media very lowkey even during some of the major highs he's had his rookie season. he's there to race F1 cars and when that's over he's got a very good brain in his head and plenty of options. he doesn't have the same insecurities that a lot of the drivers admit to having. Lando can't rely on Oscar being a typical F1 driver to understand him.

to finally come around to some kind of point I think what we're seeing is Lando and Oscar tiptoeing around a friendship that would probably develop very fast and easily if it weren't for the F1 pressure and expectations. we're seeing Lando unusually flustered by how easy he gets Oscar's attention and how he seemingly can't annoy or inadvertently piss off Oscar even if he tries to wind him up in videos or if he gets lost in admiration for his own trophy while Oscar shrugs off his own P14 finish and smiles at Lando. I genuinely think that level of undemanding affection has Lando sort of squirmy in an adorable way.

and Oscar clearly went into the personal side of his relationship to Lando of just enjoying whatever he gets and not trying to be someone he isn't. rookie seasons are already so pressure packed and the drama with Alpine followed by the rough start McLaren had won't have helped. he's just trying to do his job and prove his place and honestly isn't bothering to hide that he's baffled and flustered at finding himself interacting with Lando Norris the way Carlos Sainz and Daniel Ricciardo were. it's easier to just let people see that Lando can wrap him around his finger.

when all the time, if they'd met via Max F or mutual non-F1 friends, Oscar would fold right into Lando's group like butter on toast. I think that's what we pick up on with either or both of them getting shy and crushing on each other like new best friends at school. F1 has picked them up and put a camera on them and we're watching them slowly learn if it's okay to put an arm around each other or sit very close or touch the other person's hair. because they know this is very Real FriendTM friend potential and they don't want to spook each other and their feelings could so easily be hurt if they thought the other person didn't want to be friends as much or if they'd turn their back on them in front of their other friends.

they're not interacting as Typical Blokes by horseplay or teasing or being loud and they're not Just Guys Bein Dudes using humor and sarcasm to figure out the pecking order.

most of the time they're so shy or Lando's in a mood and Oscar finds it adorable and they're watching each other so closely the whole time like this and aauuuuhhggggg it's so vulnerable and sweet.

that's how it feels to me anyway and why I'm so ???!!! watching them interact. and sidenote I'm so so glad Oscar is so steady and can celebrate Lando no matter what. bc Lando admits he struggles with that in turn and after the many times it's been tested it's clearly never going to be something that breaks them before they can continue to get closer <3

#landoscar #twinkodium #(I figured you might like this <3) #gonna tag this for anyone interested but pls know this is just me being dumb #apparently writing stuff like this is my main contribution ig #mine #inchidentallyanessay #inch gets weird

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☀️ CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge 🏖

The following are prompts including the theme of Summer! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

☀️ Generic Prompts ☀️

Everyone looks better in a sundress.

Character doesn't know how to swim.

Characters A and B cuddle in a hammock.

The team has a (MASSIVE) family barbecue.

The BAU has a pool party at Rossi's vacation home.

The sun makes Characters sleepy, so they take a nap.

Characters A and B have a picnic (it goes well/wrong).

Character shows up in swimwear that no one expected.

Character A suffers heatstroke and B takes care of them.

Character A teases B about needing to practice CPR at the pool party.

Character A never loved B more than when they ran through the sprinklers.

The air conditioning broke and Characters try to find creative ways to cool off.

Characters A and B go berry picking together (and enjoy the fruits of their labor).

It's Character's first time camping and they weren't prepared for how cold it gets on summer nights.

Character A lectures B on the importance of sunscreen, yet freezes when they are asked to help apply it.

The BAU is a group of very serious FBI agents. They take their water gun/balloon fights very seriously.

The couple thought their vacation would be a chance to get away from the BAU, but the resort town they're staying in turns out to have an unsub in it.

Character helps their child with their first entrepreneurial venture... a lemonade stand. They weren't expecting half the damn FBI to show up.

Character A’s wide-brimmed hat flew right off their head and into a tree. B helps them get it down.

Anything else you can think of!

☀️ Dialogue Prompts ☀️

"It's like Hotch at the beach."

"Come on in, the water's fine."

"It's so hot but I am so touch starved."

"... How did you even get that tan line?"

“Yes, the sunburn is as bad as it looks.”

"Oh my god, do I hear the ice cream truck?"

"Next Summer, we're doing the Alaskan cruise."

"It's a million degrees outside, why are you in the hot tub?"

(sarcastic) “Feels just like the summer camps of my youth.”

"I am staying hydrated. All of my drinks are iced." "That does not count."

"There is no shame in using a pool floatie." "Yes, there is. I'm shaming you."

“You look hot.” “Thank you!” “No, I mean literally… I think you’re overheating.”

(lying) "My phone doesn't work on the beach. Must be the signal or something..."

☀️ Character Specific Prompts ☀️

Spencer: He learned from the last time a beautiful person pulled him into a pool.

Spencer: He has a degree in engineering. How can he be defeated by a sandcastle?

Spencer: "I don't really like the beach... Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces.”

Luke: Reader loves to go to the dog beach to look at cute puppies. A dog named Roxy takes special interest in them.

Tara/Emily: “And what did you do with your summer vacation, Emily Prentiss?”

☀️ NSFW Prompts ☀️ 18+ ONLY ☀️

Character gets caught skinny dipping.

Character A can't get out of the water after seeing B.

Sex on the beach is so much worse than everyone said.

Character A can't deal with how much B loves popsicles/ice cream cones.

It's too hot to wear clothes at home, so Character walks around in their underwear.

Character A finally convinces B to go to the beach with them. Turns out it's a nude beach.

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[btsxmalereaders]

break my heart myself

♡ pairing — lee minho x male reader

> genre — fluff | angst

> word count — 4,02k

> summary — despite being integrated into stray kids a little late, minho and you quickly clicked and started a great relationship. unfortunately, some fans can't still see it.

> tags — 9th!member, idol!au, jealousy, happy ending.

> a/n — hihi! i hope you enjoy this, and i'm sorry i'm a bit late posting your request u.u happy belated birthday, lovely anon! 

You were certainly not having the best time now. Starting off by these couple of days have been really tough since your group is having a comeback soon; so you had to deal with rehearsals that didn’t seem to have an ending soon, a lot of photograph sessions with tons of makeup and dress changes, and endless nights locked up in the studio to write and record songs. 

You tried to tell yourself it’s easy. Reminding yourself and repeating comforting words like it’ll all be over soon, and you’d be able to enjoy performing and connect with fans once the promotions started, but you were getting tired. 

“Hey, are you ready for today’s recording? Everyone but us and Minho are already at the studio.” Changbin pats your shoulder and brings you back down to earth, to later nod get up from the couch. You were still sleepy and wanted to take a quick nap in the living room while everyone was getting ready, but you got too deep in your thoughts and you couldn’t get the chance to do it.

Minho exits your shared bedroom and sweetly smiles at you, approaching quickly and opening his arms to embrace you right after. 

“Are you okay, sleepyhead?” He softly murmurs, making you chuckle. 

“Yeah, just a bit tired. I’ll be better once we get to the studio, though.” You tell him not to worry him too much; Minho already had enough on his plate. 

“Alright, the minivan is outside now, let’s go quickly before everyone starts complaining.” Changbin says.

It’s a quiet ride. Changbin decided to put on his headphones and listen to, you suppose, things he composed late night hours the past few weeks, meanwhile your head is resting on Minho’s shoulder as he scrolls down tiktok and laughs with you, liking cute kitty videos and some other random stuff about Stray Kids and another accounts he follows, obviously on a secret account.

Suddenly, an edit from a fan pops up. Short clips and photos of your boyfriend and Han at the rhythm of a love song. You don't say a thing, not even flinch, and Minho just keeps scrolling as if nothing happened. 

Certainly, you have noticed all those fan edits, tweets and messages on vlive about the friendship between Minho and Jisung. It started even before you joined the group, so you understood where they were coming from, it still didn't make you feel comfortable about it. Because, even though you respected and loved their friendship, you didn't like the fact that your boyfriend was being shipped with another person by lots of people, while the attention of your dynamics, despite it being a little bit more subtle for obvious reasons, was being underestimated. 

Nothing much was said in the way, Minho locked his phone a few minutes right before arriving and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. You walk separately, just in case, but as soon as you're on the 5th floor of the building, he takes your hand and smoothly squeezes. 

"Oh god, you're finally here. What took you so long?" Hyunjin groans and stands up from his chair as soon as you enter Chan's studio. 

"Sorry, I actually took my time to have breakfast, not like you who ate under 5 minutes and ran away."

Changbin tries to defend himself and leaves his belongings on the desk.

"It's not our fault you eat so slowly." Hyunjin continues to joke, so Bin furrows.

"Okay, okay, enough. We have a lot of work to do today." Chan steps up with a smile and starts giving updates for you guys and general directions.

So you all do as told, spending a good time deep in the lyrics of a new song and getting familiarized with it, owning it and adding everyone's details, singing with your hearts and praising each other. It's a song Jisung wrote and you all couldn’t help but be amazed by how great it was. 

After a few hours of singing and arranging, you all decided it was time to take a break and get something to have for lunch. The maknae line offered to go to the cafeteria and get you all food, meanwhile Chan, Minho, Changbin and you waited and threw some ideas to continue with the recording; well, it was mainly Changbin and Chan arranging some stuff, too deep in their world meanwhile you two were snuggled on the couch. 

His fingers on your hair, touching softly, a humming which you could say resembled the singing of an angel, and his other hand with a tight holding of your back. Yet so careful and subtle. You loved the way Minho made you feel; like home, safe and sound. Loved, above all.

 

You were so grateful to get the chance to be part of the group, since you joined a little later, but it still impressed you the easiness of how they welcomed you and how the fans were happy about it. After all, it was meant to be. You 'd like to think that, at least. 

In between the calmness that just set, you look up to find Minho with his eyes closed, so you admire him closely; every mole, his bright and soft skin, his calm breath, his humming alongside the rhythm of his heartbeat making you feel at ease. A feeling you wouldn't trade for anything.

A few minutes later, everyone gets back in the studio with bags in their hands, the smell of food makes you realize you're hungry, so you stand up and kiss the tip of Minho's nose and smile before helping the guys with the bags.

Everyone takes a seat and begins to unpack the food, rushing to eat something to put you all in a better mood for the next few hours of work ahead of you. Occasionally you discuss what you have done so far, but you try to make the rest of the break pleasant and distracting so that everyone feels a little less tense.

"Oh, guys," Felix speaks up as you're about to finish. "Why don't we pair up and upload some tiktoks of what we're doing? It could be like a little spoiler for stays."

"Yeah, it'd be cool, but couldn't we get in trouble for this?" Jeongin asks, concerned. 

Chan simply shrugs, "No, we won't. And if we do, I don't care. It's gonna be fun."

Everyone laughs and decides to go for it, so now Chan makes you all decide whether you should pick your partner or shall he assign them, so you all choose the last option. He knows you well and how you work together, and that ends up with you paired with Hyunjin, Chan is with Seungmin and Felix, Jeongin and Changbin are together and last but not least, Han and Minho.

Now, you didn't wanna seem upset about it, but a bad feeling just settles in you. You would probably not read the comments under their video, though. The tiny hope you'd get to do this with Minho vanished away, and you were not mad about it, just a little bit disappointed. 

"Alright, let's just record a few seconds of the song, meanwhile just do a lip sync and do something nice at the ending, I guess? Like we usually do." Chan indicates briefly as he takes his phone and opens the camera, and so the first ones are Changbin and Jeongin. They end up making finger hearts with a lovely expression on their faces that makes you all chuckle.

Felix, Chan and Seungmin are up next, and they send kisses to the camera, making you cringe a little, and consequently they laugh about it too, but thinking it's funny. Then, Hyunjin and you make a small and improvised choreography as well, and end up with a cool model pose, with your arm laying on his shoulder and looking empowered. 

And finally, Han and Minho simply make a heart with their arms and shortly wave goodbye before the video ends. Chan posts them right after and hopes it all goes well afterwards. 

The rest of the recording goes smooth and quick. You're too deep in your thoughts about this situation, that is clearly out of your control, but you guess that was what bothered you more. The fact that you couldn't stand up and for once and for all put an end to all those rumors and theories just makes you feel even more mad and helpless.

"Okay, that's it for today, let's go home, alright? I'll prepare dinner for you guys." Minho says, causing everyone to cheer up after the tiring day you all just had. He places a kiss on your forehead and picks up your belongings as you head to the back of the building, where the minivan waits for you.

Of course Minho notices you're suddenly quiet rather than being clingy, but he assumes you're tired and lets you sleep a bit on your way back to the apartment. 

As soon as everyone arrives home, Minho gets ready to start preparing dinner while the others take turns taking a shower, watching TV and others on their cell phones.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sweetheart?" you ask sweetly as you approach from behind his back, placing your hands on his waist. Minho lets out a nervous little laugh and looks you in the eye. 

"Don't worry, prince. Let your boyfriend take care of preparing something delicious for you. You just sit back and wait looking pretty as always."

"I heard that!" Seungmin passes laughing and unnoticed through the kitchen, making Minho blush. While everyone is aware of how mellow you guys can be, it was still something they were amused by.

“Okay, let me know if there’s anything I can do.’’ You simply state and go to the living room, taking a seat and opening tiktok. And you promised yourself you wouldn’t read the comments, but you couldn’t help it. You oftenly chuckled at all the things stay came up with, and liked some of them, as you were using your private account. Then, when Han and Minho’s clip popped up you hesitated a bit, but did it anyway. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting, to everyone comment chill and light-hearted things and not focused on their ship? Of course that wouldn’t happen.

All those “They’re definitely dating’’, and “Minsung is real’’ type of comments were getting on your nerves lately, digging deep into the uncomfortableness and bother you’ve been bottling up the past few years. You just reached the point where you can’t hide your disappointment and jealousy anymore. 

After you take a shower and try to relax, you gather with your friends and boyfriend in the kitchen to have dinner. It’s the opposite of being quiet, of course. Everyone is laughing and joking around, as always. But you, on the other hand, are more serene; despite being the other way on the inside. Minho notices it and tries to understand why, but nothing comes to mind. He softly squeezes your knee under the table but you only look at him and give him a fake smile as you finish eating.

You are the first one to finish, so you stand up and wash your plate and utensils quickly, saying nothing more than a goodnight to everyone and go straight to your room, washing your teeth in a heartbeat and deciding to get in bed and sleep before Minho could enter and start asking questions regarding in your behavior tonight. But of course, as soon as you clean your face, Minho's steps in the room and sighs, heading to the bathroom.

"Hey," He says, taking his toothbrush and standing next to you. "Is everything alright? You were very quiet, is anything I c-"

"Don't worry," You interrupt him before he can say more. "I guess I'm too tired. I just want to sleep."

"Are you sure?" He insists.

"Yes," A kiss is placed on his cheek, making Minho blush. "Let's go get some rest, okay? I'll wait for you."

Still, Minho isn't at all convinced, but lets it slide for now.

The night is spent with you both intertwined, your face hidden on the crook of his neck, his heartbeat lullabies you into a heavy sleep and the comfortableness of his arms around you. Tomorrow will be a better day, you say to yourself before falling completely asleep. 

Truth is, the next day is slightly better. Minho is really attentive to you, because he is aware something is up, and even though he knows you're not ready to tell him yet, he wanted to make you feel better and let you know you could count on him and open up whenever you wanted. 

"Today we will just arrange the last track and tomorrow we will continue with dance practices." Chan says once you're all on your way to the studio, getting everyone's attention. "And I thought, after we finish, we can make a short vlive? It's been a while since we've done one together and it's a perfect occasion, in a few weeks we will be releasing this brand new album, right? So… are you in?"

No one hesitates to agree with the idea. Chan is right, it's been quite a while since you all gathered to make a live and have fun, so it sounds like it will be a pleasant and distracting activity after these past days of stress and overwork. 

So all said and done, once you guys are done with the recording of the last track of the album, you get some food and make yourselves comfortable to start with the live. Chan is sitting in his chair, while on the couch in the back is Changbin, right on the armrest, right next to him, Jeongin and Seungmin are along the couch, and on the opposite side to Changbin, Felix has taken a seat.

Minho and Han are on the left side of Chan, and Hyunjin has kept you company on the opposite side, so that everyone can be seen by Stay in front of the camera.

"Okay, is everyone ready?" Chan asks once he has set everything up to start, and presses the start live button when he gets a positive response from everyone.

And it's really nice. Everyone is having a pretty fun time, reading the stay comments, they're placing bets and asking about the songs they will hear next. You guys are joking around, making little spoilers in order to make them suffer a bit for the wait ahead until the album is released, thanking them for the kind comments about the last tiktoks you uploaded among some other comments. 

Suddenly the comments drift off to the actions everyone is doing while reading; Jeongin, for example, has started ponytailing Felix's hair and then asked for suggestions to further style his hair, Hyunjin has started feeding you the snacks you brought, while Minho and Han are pushing each other with their shoulders to get more camera, so suddenly some more comments about them catch your attention, which inevitably makes you raise your eyes towards them.

It's a simple, innocent game, but the comments paint it as flirting. And you don't like the way that makes you feel. 

Your spirits are now down, and Hyunjin notices it immediately, so he comforts you, hugging you a little, letting you know that you can count on him if you need to let off steam, and also taking your cell phone so you can no longer read those comments. 

He quickly sends a message to Chan to end the live broadcast promptly, which he does within a few minutes without question, just after everyone has said goodbye and sent good wishes for Stay.

"So, shall we go now?" Jeongin asks a bit concerned at the abrupt ending, to which Chan confirms and says it was gonna last a bit anyway, since he still needed to be at the studio longer and wanted everyone to get more rest.

"Okay, _____ and I are going to the bathroom real quick, meet you all downstairs?" Hyunjin quickly says and everyone agrees, walking off the room as soon as possible and heading to said place.

Once you're inside the big bathroom, you quickly check no one's in the stalls and let out a long sigh, Hyunjin following you.

"Are you okay?" He asks as you wash your face with the cold water.

"Yeah, yeah," You mumble, feeling terrible.  "It's just... ugh, this is stupid. I don't understand why I feel this way, it doesn't make any sense, I mean..." 

Hyunjin only manages to look at you, feeling empathetic. 

"I'm sorry, I'm acting very childish, aren't I? The jealousy I have is quite irrational."

Your friend doesn't know what to say so he simply gives you a hug. Good, his hugs make you feel better. He makes you feel understood. Hyunjin lets you know that what you feel is okay. He won't judge you, he will simply walk you through this.

"Let's go home, Jinnie. Thank you." You simply say and ignore the tears threatening to stream down your face. 

The ride home is quite quiet. Minho is beside you, his head on your shoulder as he plays a game on his phone, but your attention is on the road, your eyes lost in the scenery. And you didn't mean to be so heartless, but this whole situation has really overtaken you for the worse.

As much as you try to think about this and come up with a solution, the truth is that all you want now is to get to your dorm room and rest. Maybe cry a little as an outlet to clear your head and then talk it over with Minho.

So once in the apartment, you quickly head to the bedroom, ignoring Minho's calls, shouting your name so that you at least turn to look at him, but his attempts end up failing. Everyone seems to be puzzled by the situation, but they decide not to intervene; at least not for now. 

Minho is really surprised by your behavior, and once you have locked yourself in the room, he turns to Hyunjin for help, since he knows that he was the last person you talked to before all this happened.

"Go to him, he seems to be avoiding you, but he needs you." He instructs him, so Minho walks quickly and knocks on the door a couple of times before entering.

It's heartbreaking for him to hear you sobbing under the covers. He's so confused and worried, so he approaches quickly but cautiously, taking a seat right next to you.

"Hey, prince, what's wrong?" He whispers, his sweet voice reaching your ear but not stopping your crying. "My love..."

Minho reaches his hand to the edge of the blanket and slowly lifts it, revealing your sad, soaked face. He just wants to come closer to kiss you and hold you so much, he wants you to stop feeling bad.

"What's wrong, do you need anything, can I do anything for you? Tell me, please."

You look at him and try to stop crying, slowly getting closer as he rounds you with his arms and kisses the top of your head. 

Your crying starts to die down, "I'm sorry." You manage to say, with your voice still low, almost in a whisper.

Minho doesn’t understand why you are suddenly apologizing, but he listens to you and lets you continue. 

"I've... This is nonsense, I'm sorry, I don't want you to feel like I'm forbidding you to... I mean, I don't want to-"

"____, hey, it's okay, honey. Take a breath, take your time. It’s okay." He says, now placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and raising his hand to erase the tears on your face.

"It's just that..." A sigh leaves your mouth, in an attempt to calm down your nerves. "Lately, I have read and seen... things that are quite hard for me to process and, I know I shouldn't care about it, cause it's meaningless, but somehow, it gets in my head and now I can't simply ignore it. I hate how this makes me feel."

"What's wrong?" 

"Please don't hate me for this or laugh about it…"

"Of course I won't." He assures you, smiling up a bit to make you feel comfortable. 

"Okay, I'll just say it. This shipping culture the fans have… I try to understand it, it's fun sometimes, but, it's getting on my nerves that all I can see lately it's about you and Jisung… and, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm jealous about this."

You close your eyes, so you can't see Minho's reaction to your words. You said it so quickly you ran out of breath a little bit, and the fact that Minho hasn't said anything in what feels like an eternity, makes you feel nervous. Did you mess up? Is he holding up a laugh? Does he feel attacked? 

"Prince, look at me." He utters, holding your face, which is probably turning red, and caressing your cheek. 

You slowly do as told, cracking one eye open and quickly with the other one after seeing his face is serious. He's not laughing, but there's a small smile that denotes comprehension. 

"I love you." Minho says before pulling you for a kiss. His free hand sliding on your back and holding you tightly. When you run out of breath, he slowly separates, but his forehead is resting on yours and your noses touch up on a skimo kiss.  "I love you so, so much."

"I love you too…" You whisper. "I'm sorry."

"No. Don't be." He quickly says, separating a bit so he can stare into your eyes. "You don't have to be sorry, okay? I understand where you're coming from. What you feel is completely understandable. I just… I wish you had told me before you felt this bad."

A smile is finally drawn in your lips, "I honestly didn't know it affected me that much until now. I mean, I just didn't care about it at the beginning, but now it's… everywhere. In a lot of comments on every single video, every live; on signs at the concerts, on fansigns… It got into my head."

"I'm sorry, prince." He says and kisses you again. "Uhm, I'm sure we can talk it out and maybe, if it makes you feel like this, Jisung and I can stop it by not interacting too much-"

"No!" You interrupt him, making him feel surprised. "No way, no. This isn't what I want to happen. It's not your fault, not Jisung's. I don't want you to stop being friends or having your friendship affected by this. I don't think this is in our hands to solve, I'll have to find a way to ignore it and move on."

"Love, I'd do anything to make you feel better. I don't want you to ever feel sad about this situation, we can look out for a solution with Jisung. I'm sure he'll understand." He says.

"I know, but I love and respect your friendship with him too. You've been friends since forever, even before I took part in the group, and I will never forgive myself if that is ruined somehow because of this." 

Minho looks at you with adoration, "Are you sure? Because we can come up with a solution."

You smile, "I'm sure. I just needed to let it all out to feel better. It's gonna be okay, eventually."

"Okay, just let me know if you ever feel like this again, please." 

"Sure. Thank you, love." 

"No need to, my prince." He says and kisses you again. "Now let's wash up your pretty face and watch a movie? I'll let you pick."

"Deal." 

Minho doesn’t separate from you the rest of the night. He showers you with kisses and whispers sweet words to your ears until you fall asleep between each other's arms. From now on, you know everything will be okay.

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[silenzahra]

Keeping you warm

I'm really sorry this took so long, but at last, here's my answer to @keakruiser's suggestion from this post of Mario and Luigi in a cold context ❄

As I said here, this is based on Dream Team, so in case you haven't played that game, perhaps this could be a little spoilery for you! ⚠

It turned out longer than I expected, so I posted it on ao3 as well! I'll leave the link below in case you'd rather read it there:

I don't really think I should make this clear, but just in case: PLEASE DON'T TAG AS SHIP 🙅‍♀️

Without further ado, here it is! Hope you like it! 💖

Keeping you warm

TW: angst, near freezing

When the Dreambeats reach his ears, Mario is sorely tempted to let himself be carried away by it and sleep. After all, the climb up Mount Pajamaja has been long and torturous, so his body could use a rest. Besides, the cold has gotten so deep into his bones that all he wants to do is curl up and drift off to sleep.

Fortunately, Dreambert and Starlow are on hand to prevent him from succumbing to the sweet melody. Mario shakes his head with all his might. He knows they have to get out of here, away from the Dreambeats, Antasma, Bowser and his minions, but the sound is so enchanting…

No, he says to himself, stubbornly. He can’t fall asleep on top of an icy mountain and so close to his enemies. How could he take care of Luigi then?

Luigi! Where is he? Mario opens his eyes wide and turns his head, his brain dulled due to the Dreambeats. He feels a pang of relief as soon as he discovers his brother standing in front of him.

Although he looks increasingly sleepy.

“We have to get out of here!” Dreambert urges him.

Mario, unable to answer, only nods. Neither he nor Luigi can fight against Bowser and Antasma in these conditions: nodding off, about to faint, and the cold of the mountain getting to their bones. The Dreambeats are too intoxicating, and Mario has always known how easy it is for Luigi to fall asleep anywhere, an ability that has been enhanced since their arrival on Pi’illo Island. Mario himself is tempted again to give in and lie down to sleep, but he shakes his head once more, this time more violently, and stretches out his arms towards Luigi.

“Come on, Lu!” he manages to shout in his ear.

He reaches for his hands and begins to drag him along, and Luigi, though he doesn’t open his eyes, grabs hold of him and stumbles along beside him, his head wobbling on his shoulders. At this moment, that’s more than enough for Mario.

Clutching his sibling, Mario runs over the snow, straining to keep his eyes open, and focuses on the voices of Starlow and Dreambert, who keep talking to him in an attempt to help him stay awake. He’s so tired, and the Dreambeats are so appealing, that he struggles to pull Luigi along, but he can’t leave without him. Trying not to be overcome by the melody, he decides to start talking too, both to avoid giving in to sleep and to try and help Luigi not to surrender either.

When they’ve left Bowser and Antasma far behind, Dreambert begins to flutter in front of Mario to get his attention. He blinks to focus on the prince, increasingly exhausted from having to keep fighting drowsiness, but not willing to give up. The cold of the mountain is so piercing that it has caused him to start shivering.

“Mario,” Dreambert says, urgency permeating his voice. “You have to enter the dream world.”

“I-I can’t, Dreambert,” Mario mumbles, still walking.

“It’s the only way you won’t succumb to the Dreambeats! They are too powerful! They will reach every corner of the island…”

“But what about Luigi?” asks Mario, holding his sleepy brother tightly. “I can’t leave him behind, I can’t—”

“We shall find a place where he can sleep,” Dreambert suggests, “and you can hide in his dreams until the Dreambeats are over.”

“But I can’t leave him sleeping out in the open!”

Dreambert falls silent, unable to find an answer to his outburst. Mario, unwillingly, has stopped, exhausted, and observes the environment around them with his eyes half-closed and his consciousness threatening to fade away.

There is only snow. Piles and piles of snow on the promontories and slopes. There is nowhere to lay Luigi down and protect him from the cold while he sleeps. And Mario won’t go to the dream world in such conditions.

Then, to his surprise, he notices that Luigi digs his fingers into his palms, clinging to him. When Mario turns to look at him, he meets the tired gaze of his brother, who is trying his best to give him a reassuring smile.

“Mario,” he murmurs, and it seems to take a tremendous effort for him to speak. “I’ll be fine. You know… I can sleep anywhere.”

“But Lu…” Mario begins to protest faintly.

“Let me lie down,” Luigi asks him, and watches him as intensely as he is capable of given his sleepy state, “and enter my dreams. Get to safety.”

Something breaks inside Mario at the worried look his sibling gives him. His heart fills with tenderness, moved as he takes in the fact that Luigi is trying to protect him, more concerned about Mario’s welfare than his own.

And Mario understands and knows all too well this readiness to put the needs of others before his own. After all, it’s something he does every single day with Luigi.

He doesn’t want to leave him sleeping in the snow and cold, exposed to the elements, but he’s more urged to make that worried expression disappear from Luigi’s eyes. He appreciates that his brother cares and watches over him, but that is Mario’s job, as he’s the older of the two. Besides, he’s too cold and sleepy to argue anymore, and if he doesn’t make up his mind soon, he knows they’ll both eventually be dragged by the hypnotic beat of the melody.

So, much to his dismay, he nods.

Luigi smiles, satisfied, and his grip on Mario’s palms relaxes. His eyes close again, but Mario doesn’t let go: he holds Luigi’s arms as firmly as he can and leans in as his little brother drops to the frozen ground. Dreambert rushes to get under his head, and Mario, fighting sleep, makes sure his sibling is as comfortable as possible, before looking up at the portal that has opened above Luigi’s head. He’d like to have more time, he’d like to leave a lit fire next to Luigi, but he has no firewood, and the Dreambeats won’t allow him to try and find another solution.

So, with no other options, Mario jumps.

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He has taken too long to return.

Mario knows it even before he sets foot on the snow. The sky has darkened, covered with storm clouds from which small flakes have begun to fall, and the temperatures have dropped drastically, as if the cold had sharp teeth that are digging viciously into his flesh. Mario hugs himself with a snort as he curses himself for his tardiness.

But there was nothing he could do. The portal closed. He had to climb Mount Pajamaja again, this time in Luigi’s sleep, and to make matters worse, the mountain itself, turned into a giant active volcano, attacked him shortly after he reached the top.

Fortunately, Dreamy Luigi and his many copies were there. By joining forces, they created Giant Luigi again, and he unhesitatingly defended Mario from the volcano’s attack and then confronted it, displaying some strength and bravery that made Mario proud. Not because he didn’t know that Luigi had such abilities, but out of sheer joy and excitement at having been able to see his adored little brother making an impression in combat again.

Thank God that’s all behind him now. Mario smiles softly as he recalls the quick embrace he has shared with Dreamy Luigi a second after the portal reopened above their heads.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you again,” he told him, patting his back. “You’re just as strong and brave as the real-world you – never forget that!”

He feels a pleasant warmth inside as he remembers the blush that covered Dreamy Luigi’s cheeks, and he watched Mario with a shy smile as they said goodbye. Mario sighs, touched, and begins to turn to look for the real version of his sibling, eager to give him a big hug as well.

He’s surprised to realize that he has to look down to find him.

And, all of a sudden, his heart breaks.

Luigi usually wakes up as soon as the portal to the dream world closes, but this time, he’s still sound asleep. He remains very still, almost like a statue, lying on the snow in the place where, hours ago, he fell down, defeated by the Dreambeats. Around him, an icy blanket has accumulated so much that it has even buried part of his arms and legs, and on his eyelashes and moustache, Mario discovers traces of frost.

But what causes Mario’s heart to skip a beat is that Luigi’s skin appears bluish, and his chest rises and falls very slowly, as if he’s having trouble getting air into his lungs.

“Lu!”

Mario drops down beside him and begins to hurriedly remove the snow from his body in anguish. He leans over Luigi’s face and also removes the frost from his facial hair with his fingertips, and a gasp escapes from his throat as he feels, under his gloves, the coldness on Luigi’s skin.

“Luigi,” Mario calls in a strangled voice. “Luigi!”

He holds his head carefully and lifts it up to slip an arm underneath. He pulls Luigi to his chest and draws the rest of his body closer with his free hand, and then begins to rub Luigi’s arms and legs frantically to warm him up. Mario cradles his little brother, holding him close, and continues to call out to him in broken whispers, but Luigi doesn’t respond.

Mario tries to concentrate. His Firebrand beats within him, at his fingertips. All he has to do is focus and summon it, but the cold has penetrated him so deeply that he feels unable to even make a tiny flame sprout. He feels as if the blood in his veins has frozen, and he has no idea how to make it warm again. And the fact that it’s started to snow is not helping either.

But he has to do it. He has to get fire to emerge from his palms, at least a few small sparks, or he won’t be able to help Luigi warm up. He should have refused to let his little brother sleep in the snow, he should have kept dragging him down the mountain, to a place less icy than the summit of Mount Pajamaja.

He should have taken better care of Luigi. He looks at his unconscious face, at his bluish skin, and feels a pang of guilt prickling his heart. What kind of big brother is he that he’s not capable of keeping his adored little sibling safe and warm?

Then, in front of him, Dreambert, having left his pillow form behind, takes off his cloak and hastens to place it on Luigi, who ends up almost entirely covered except for his feet and head. Mario, in the midst of the hysteria that dominates him, gives the prince a thankful look, and Dreambert nods gravely.

The cloak also covers Mario’s hands, which is of invaluable help to him at the moment. He’s still extremely cold, his teeth are still chattering, but at least his hands, with which he’s been rubbing Luigi’s arms and back, are starting to heat up.

Until, at last, the fire.

It’s not much, just a tiny spark that warms his palms, but Mario doesn’t ask for more right now. Still cradling Luigi against him, he begins to apply the warmth of his hands all over his body to combat the iciness that envelops his little brother. Slowly, Mario makes sure to warm Luigi’s arms and back through gentle massages. He removes one hand from under the cloak, being careful not to uncover his sibling, and brings it first to Luigi’s legs and then to his chest, where, fortunately, he can clearly perceive Luigi’s heartbeat.

Finally, Mario leads his fingers to his brother’s sleeping face. Even though his skin is still bluish, Mario thinks he sees that, little by little, the color is returning to Luigi’s cold cheeks. Or perhaps it is his eagerness to save Luigi that deceives him.

However, after a few seconds heating his sibling’s cheeks and forehead, Mario notices that he’s breathing more deeply. With a gasp, Luigi shrinks down and snuggles his body against his, seeking his warmth, and clutches the denim of Mario’s overalls with his trembling fingers underneath the cape. Mario is overcome by an immense wave of relief and tightens his grip around Luigi’s shoulders. Snowflakes fall relentlessly around them.

“Lu?” he calls out to him in a whisper, still warming him with both hands.

Luigi’s eyelids flutter for a second before parting, barely a slit. But Mario needs no more: when his little brother’s blue eyes return his gaze, his heart is whole again.

“M-M-Mario?” Luigi mumbles, stuttering because of the cold that makes him shiver.

He pulls himself tighter against him, snuggling under the cloak. Mario, relieved, holds him tightly, cradling him gently.

“My God, Luigi,” he murmurs, resting his chin on the crown of his sibling’s head and pressing him gently against his chest. “I’m not letting you sleep out in the open again, do you hear me?”

Luigi twists the fabric of his overalls in his fingers but lets out a chuckle.

“I-I-I’m f-f-fine,” he assures Mario. “I-it’s just… a b-bit c-c-cool.”

In spite of himself, Mario can’t help but laugh. When he looks down, he finds Luigi giving him a smile, although it falters a bit due to the almost frozen state his brother is in.

“Just a bit cool, huh?” he repeats, trying to play along.

His hands don’t stop emitting heat. Mario makes sure to move one up and down Luigi’s arms and bring the other to his legs, his chest, his face, unwilling to let the cold spread through his brother’s body again. He reaches for Luigi’s other hand through the cloth and clasps it tightly, using the bond between their fingers to give him some more warmth. Luigi closes his eyes, cowering against him, and his breathing begins, little by little, to become more stable and rhythmic. Mario does not rest until he sees that, this time, Luigi’s cheeks have recovered their usual color, and his sibling gives him a weak smile of gratitude when he notices the concern with which Mario observes him.

“I-I’m ok-kay,” he insists, although he can’t stop stammering. “R-really. I hardly… feel the c-cold anym-more.”

Mario is well aware that, as with his little joke, Luigi is only trying to reassure him, and his heart immediately fills with tenderness.

“Of course you’re fine,” he replies, trying to show an assurance that he doesn’t really feel. “Did you think I was going to let the cold just take you away?”

Luigi laughs softly, still snuggled against him.

“If I could, I’d punch it right in the face,” Mario adds, determined.

“Oh, I-I know,” Luigi affirms. “It d-doesn't stand a chance against y-you.”

Mario’s heart warms at his little brother’s blind faith in him. He gives his hair a quick caress before continuing to use his Firebrand to keep his cheeks warm.

“Or against you,” he replies, for his faith in his dear sibling is just as immeasurable, “especially if you could become a giant here too.”

At that, Luigi’s eyes snap open and he looks at Mario in surprise. The blush soon begins to invade his cheeks, which is definitely a good sign, and Mario, still using his power to provide him heat, lets out a small laugh, touched.

“You saved me, Lu,” he says, his voice full of sweetness. “You were amazing, just like in the desert.”

“Oh.” Luigi looks down shyly but doesn’t turn away from him. “I-I have the slight impression t-that you’ve already t-told me that,” he mumbles with a chuckle.

“I told your dream self, but I had to tell you too.”

Mario gives him another squeeze, which makes Luigi press himself more tightly against him, his head resting on his big brother’s chest. For a few seconds, both are silent, Mario using his Firebrand to warm him up, Luigi recovering little by little. Near them, giving them some space, Starlow and Dreambert wait, silently, for them to decide to get going again.

“Can you get up, Lu?” Mario asks after a few minutes.

Luigi nods decisively. Mario holds him firmly and Luigi clings to him to stand up, Dreambert’s cape still covering him. Mario grabs his brother and rubs his arms, looking him in the face to make sure that, within his means, Luigi is okay. He is better. His face still appears pale and tired, and his legs are a little wobbly, but he’s fine.

He’s not going to freeze to death because of Mario.

“Come on,” he says, wrapping an arm around Luigi’s shoulders, and starts walking to encourage him to go with him. “Let’s get out of this damned place.”

Luigi nods, wrapped in Dreambert’s cloak, and presses his body a little against Mario to seek his warmth before he starts walking. Mario holds him close and keeps using his fire to make sure the cold doesn’t get to his brother again. Luigi moves slowly, each step a tremendous effort, but Mario, even though he’s eager to leave that icy place and the soft snowfall that keeps falling behind, does not rush him. He adapts to his pace, and they descend together, Dreambert and Starlow floating behind them.

They slowly notice that there’s less and less snow around them, and that the light snowfall is gradually subsiding. The darkness draws on, relentlessly, and Mario does not hesitate to conjure a ball of fire in his free hand to light their way. The instant he does so, he realizes, surprised, that the fire has obeyed him immediately, contrary to what happened to him at the summit. He smiles, as this is undoubtedly a good sign.

He does not stop moving until there’s no longer any trace of the icy mantle that almost buried down his beloved sibling. Noticing a small cave formed in the mountain wall they are descending, Mario nods, satisfied, and leads Luigi there.

“Do you think you can find any firewood around here?” he asks Starlow and Dreambert.

“Trees are not abundant on Mount Pajamaja,” the prince replies gravely, “but we will try.”

“I’m sure we’ll find some,” Starlow assures them with a wink.

They set off in opposite directions, and Mario continues to lead Luigi into the cave. He illuminates it with his fire before entering it, but when he sees that it’s more like a small opening with little depth, he calms down and makes Luigi sit down. His sibling obeys without protest and Mario suddenly thinks that Luigi must be feeling just as tired as he is, or maybe even more so. After all, not only has he been exposed to the low temperatures for an extended period of time, but in his dreams, he was helping Mario climb the mountain and taking his giant form to protect him from the active volcano.

Yes, Luigi must be exhausted.

And Mario is going to ensure he gets the rest he deserves.

He adjusts Dreambert’s cape over Luigi’s shoulders and makes sure it covers him well, and Luigi smiles at his care, touched.

“Are you all right, Luigi?” asks Mario, looking at him with concern.

“I’m fine,” Luigi assures him with a nod, this time without a trace of stuttering. “The fact that we’ve left the snow behind helps a lot.”

Again he tries to joke, but this time, Mario is only able to return a grimace.

“I shouldn’t have let you sleep up there,” he mutters, guilt pricking his heart.

“Hey.” Luigi takes a hand out from under the cloak and rubs his brother’s arm gently. “It was my doing. You had to make yourself safe from the Dreambeats.”

“But not at the cost of your own life, Lu,” Mario points out, serious.

Luigi just shrugs.

“I guess that’s how we work, right?” he says with a smile. “Risking our own lives in order to save each other’s.”

At that, Mario can’t reply. He knows that Luigi is right, because, if the situation had been the other way around, he would have risked his life without hesitation to make sure Luigi was safe. He purses his lips, resigned, and lets out a deep sigh.

“I guess you’re right,” he finally admits.

Luigi lets out a soft laugh and massages his arms. Mario immediately grabs Dreambert’s cape to prevent it from slipping down his little sibling’s back, and as he puts it back on his shoulders, he takes the opportunity to provide Luigi with more heat.

“Don’t worry about me, Mario,” Luigi says, smiling. “I know that as long as I’m with you, I’ll be safe.”

Mario’s heart warms at those words, and a smile slowly blooms on his lips. He brings his face a little closer to Luigi’s and his brother imitates him.

“Nothing can hurt us…” Mario begins to say, bowing his head.

“… As long as we’re together,” Luigi concludes.

And, at the moment he pronounces the last syllable, their foreheads meet, filling them with a warmth and serenity that they both urgently needed to feel. They sigh peacefully, comforted by the familiar touch, and instead of separating, they seize the fact that their hands still rest on each other’s shoulders to draw each other in and join in a deep and sweet embrace that makes them feel warmer than any magic.

This is how Dreambert and Starlow find them when, after a few minutes, they return with a few logs. Mario only takes away one hand from Luigi to light the small fire, and then returns his attention to his sibling. He rummages in his pockets and offers a mushroom, and Luigi, not moving away from him, takes a couple of bites, after which he assures Mario that he feels full enough and insists that he finish it himself. Mario, reluctantly, agrees, and is forced to admit that he feels way better almost immediately. He wishes he could offer his little brother a hot drink to make him feel better inside, but since that’s out of his reach, he decides to help Luigi in a different way.

“Come,” he then says, starting to recline, and pulls Luigi gently to make him lie down next to him. “Tonight you’ll sleep with no pillows and no dreams.”

He extends an arm on the hard rock and Luigi, with a smile, rests his head on it, obediently. Mario removes his hat first and then Luigi’s, and puts them on the ground behind his back. He then folds both arms around his brother and draws him to his body, as Luigi wraps his arms around Mario’s waist and snuggles against his chest. Mario places one hand on his sibling’s shoulder and the other on his hair, which he begins to caress lovingly. He only moves an arm away for a moment to make sure that Luigi is completely covered by Dreambert’s cape, but Luigi then grabs one end of the cloak and stretches it over Mario’s body as well.

“You need it too,” he whispers for a second before closing his eyes.

Tenderness invades Mario’s heart again, and a touched smile appears on his lips as a lump forms in his throat. He presses Luigi’s head lovingly against his chest, stroking his hair softly, and only allows himself to close his eyes when he feels Luigi’s breathing, placid in his arms, become slow and rhythmic.

And then, sheltered by the warmth coming from the fire and lulled by the soft breathing of his little brother, Mario finally allows himself to rest.

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The first thing Luigi feels when he wakes up is Mario’s arms around him.

He smiles, his eyes still closed, feeling protected and loved. He doesn’t know what time it is or how much time has passed, but he doesn’t need to know either. It takes him a few seconds to realize that he no longer feels cold, that all the iciness that took hold of him hours ago has disappeared. He also feels more rested than he has since he first set foot on Pi’illo Island.

But instead of getting up, he decides to snuggle back down next to his brother and enjoy that little moment of peace by his side.

He smiles at the sight of Mario’s sleeping and serene face. His sibling battles a lot on a daily basis, and when he enters Luigi’s dreams, he doesn’t have a moment of respite either, so Luigi is not going to wake him up. Even less so after Mario, with his Firebrand, saved his life the night before.

A shiver runs through him, as he’s all too aware that, if it weren’t for his beloved big brother, Luigi wouldn’t be there. Mario has protected him before, he’s been protecting him practically since they were born, but this time, he hasn’t simply defended Luigi from a greater evil: he has pulled him out of the clutches of death.

Luigi owes Mario his life.

So, very carefully, Luigi moves slowly so that it is his arm that is placed under his sibling’s head. Mario lets out a little snore when he feels his movements, but he doesn’t wake up, and Luigi is forced to stifle a giggle. He pulls Dreambert’s cape aside, as he no longer needs it, and covers his brother’s body with it, which makes Mario smile and sigh in his sleep as he feels warm. Luigi puts his other arm around his sibling and pulls him to himself, and Mario snuggles against his chest so that Luigi almost cradles him like a baby. Smiling, he strokes his brother’s hair softly and gently lays his lips on Mario’s forehead.

“Rest, Mario,” Luigi says in a soft whisper. “I’ll be keeping you warm today.”

And Mario smiles again.

#super mario fanfic #dream team #mario and luigi #mario bros #super mario #super mario bros #mario and luigi dream team #dream team fanfic #luigi nintendo #mario nintendo #mario fanfic #mario brothers #super mario brothers #mario brothers fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #best brothers ever #brothers #cute brothers #mario and luigi being adorable #do not tag as ship #PLEASE DON'T SHIP THEM #mario #luigi #silenzahra #my fics #my fanfics

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Omg I was trying to write you a anon message about something and my cat bumped me before I could word it how it right so I can’t tell if it sent or deleted it

If you just got a unfinished and awkward ask wining about how unfair it feels that shipping crosshunt or fivesecho etc will get us attacked and run of the platform while the same people with the pitchforks post about rampart SA-ing crosshair while he was in a state that made consent literally impossible that was really frustrating me this morning 😅

I was trying to trim it down and make it less rambling when my cat bumped me lol. I’m firmly in the ship you ship camp it just bugs me consensual clone shipping is the most evil thing you can do here but they can drool over crosshair being violated

Sorry if you got both these aks 🫣 I’m just sleepy and head over heels for crosshunt and it makes me sad I have to vague post and use sneaky tags to not get hate mail and/or blocked when it is my comfort ship idk if any of that made sense

You're all good! I only got this one ask!

I've been seeing this/thinking about it a lot too. Especially with the antis panicked around this little showrunner interaction.

People literally begged in the comments for clarification, hoping that the Kiners were talking about Rampart/CX, and not cloneshipping.

And I'm like... what mental gymnastics do you have to commit to believe that NONCON is more wholesome than cloneshipping. Like don't get me wrong, I've written some fucked up stuff, including noncon, but I can't find a situation where I would write a Rampart and a clone, let alone Crosshair, and it not be noncon. I couldn't even pull it off as dubcon. That is straight up, no consent is happening there, no matter what either party says.

And again, I don't care if people ship Rampart and a clone. I'm a big fan of Hydra Trash Party, and this is basically the Imperial Trash Party. But let's not pretend it's anything but noncon/dead dove. And for these same people to judge and harass cloneshippers? Nah. Glass houses and all that.

But that would be expecting antis to be consistent about their own fictional preferences and tastes, and that's asking far too much of someone who has an illogical stance to begin with.

I'm sorry you have to deal with that, a fandom where torturing a clone is fine, but having them be in a consensual relationship with another clone is a moral outrage.

#star wars #the bad batch #cx #crosshair #rampart #at least for me i'm seeing a LOT of anti cloneshippers saying that crosshair and rampart used to date #and i'm like #that's not dating my dude #at least have the courage to say what it is and while you're at it stop harassing other fans #i hope that helps anon bc you're not the only one feeling a little salty about it

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dallas x early bird!reader? ilysm👹

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG.

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Just Like Heaven

Characters: Dallas Winston, Early Bird! GN! Reader

Ships: Dallas Winston/Reader

Tags: smoking, light kissing, fluffy stuff :>

Wk: 649

Dallas Winston has never been a morning person, and he never will be. You on the other hand adore mornings. You love the way the light streams in through your window at Buck’s, you love when it illuminates Dallas’ features. You get to see this side of him that no one else sees; peaceful, vulnerable, sleeping Dallas. Who would blame you for watching him? He was beautiful.

This morning the sky is particularly golden, making the strands of his dark hair light up, illuminating it in hues of hazel and gold. 

You take a sip of your coffee; black. It’s bitter, but a wonderful way to wake up. The steam is illuminated in the sunlight, rising in a steady stream from the chipped mug you’d manage to scrounge up downstairs. It had become a routine, making yourself coffee in the bar’s kitchen, maybe even breakfast for you and Dallas. Not this morning though, just coffee is fine for you. 

You’re interrupted from your thoughts when you feel an arm lazily tossed around your waist, hearing a familiar sleepy grumble from the lazy lump of a man beside you. It sounded like maybe he said “morning” in that very Dallas way of his. His voice was low, rumbling and slurred with sleep. It made you smile. 

“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” you glance over your coffee at him, the mug no more than a couple inches from your lips. Even if you weren’t actively sipping it, the smell was nice. And you had to protect it from the potential threat of Dallas spilling it again. 

“How’re you even alive right now, it’s so fuckin’ early…” he whined, burying his face in the pillow beside you. So much for admiring his features. 

“Wah wah” you mocked, elbowing him playfully. “You ought to try it, you know. Sunrise is beautiful.” 

“Don’t need a sunrise.” the words are simple, still edged by grogginess. He leaned up, eyes meeting yours. “Have you.” and he’s grinning that stupid grin of his, pressing a lazy, sleepy kiss to your lips. You’re sure he can taste your coffee, and he doesn’t seem to mind. When he pulls away, he looks a bit more awake than before, his grin verging on cocky now. 

“Sap.” you scold, shoving him. Though you can’t smother the smile tugging at your lips. Yes, you think this is your favorite part of your morning. While you enjoy your brief window of alone time, you may enjoy this, watching Dallas slowly wake up and getting that little peek into his vulnerable side, even more. 

“You blame me? Look who I getta wake up to.” he nudged you back, moving to sit up properly. He leaned over the little table next to the bed, picking up a box of matches and a carton of cigarettes. You’re not a big smoker, but in all honesty you don’t mind the smell as much as you used to. It always reminds you of Dally now. 

He perches a cigarette between his lips, striking a match from the matchbox and lighting it. Afterwards, he carelessly tossed both small boxes back onto the table. No point in offering you one, he knows that. 

A comfortable silence settles over you two. You, with your coffee, him, with his cigarette. Maybe not the healthiest breakfast, but you wouldn’t trade it for a five course meal if you had the chance. Something about this… peace, when otherwise chaos followed Dallas everywhere, when the gang would be teasing you, something about this was a welcome reprieve. You watch the sunlight streaming through the smoke wafting off the end of Dallas’ cancer stick, follow that light to his features. His dark eyes, brown hair, all illuminated in a way that makes him seem like some ethereal being sent here just to have this moment with you. Yes, something about this felt just like heaven.

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Feedback is always welcome!!! tysm for the request!!! :D

#Dallas winston #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston x y/n #the outsiders #the outsiders dally #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fanfiction #early Bird reader #gn reader

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SO I read a bunch of Sonadow fanfictions (13) and I'm here to bless you with them! All of these fics are on Ao3, so go check them out!! Here we go:

Tides of Chaos by LightningHikaru - https://archiveofourown.org/works/29411574/chapters/72254715

Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Sonic is a Naval Captain, Shadow is a Pirate Captain, Robots are not a thing, pirates of the caribbean vibes, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, ghost ship - Freeform, creatures of the night, Omega is a Ghost, Aged-Up Character(s), Minor Character Death, Angst with a semi happy ending

Chapters/words: 40/40 chapters, 150K words

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Monsters Don't Live Happily Ever After by fleetways - https://archiveofourown.org/works/40786071/chapters/102197328

Tags: Beauty and the Beast Elements, Bounty Hunters, Chaos Emeralds, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Prince Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow wears a disguise, Infinite is Called Zero (Sonic the Hedgehog), France (Country), Shadow works at a bookstore, Minor Original Character(s), Master emerald doesn’t exist, Shadow is ex GUN agent, Tags May Change, Slow Burn, Minor Violence, Fairy Tale Elements, Action & Romance, Mystery

Chapters/words: 24/? chapters, 31K words

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Shattered Realities by GoldenAla22 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43777747/chapters/110086162

Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Sonadow - Freeform, Rivals, Sonic Prime Spoilers, Sonic the Hedgehog Has ADHD, alternative universe, Slow Romance, Feelings Realization, Getting Together, Canon-Typical Violence, Sonic the Hedgehog Needs a Hug, Shadow the Hedgehog Needs a Hug, they get one eventually, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Post-Episode: s01 ep8 There's No Arrgh in Team, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Accidental Kissing

Chapters/words: 8/? chapters, 36K words

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In Which Boom Sonic Buys a Bed from Ikea by Commonseasponge - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48527758

Tags: Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Humor, No Smut, It’s not sexual like at all I just like mundane things like buying a bed, Aroacespec sonic and shadow, T for excessive use of fuck, Middle aged hedgehogs with crushes on eachother, Amy reads sonic like a book, Living Together, Roommates, Established Relationship

Chapters/words: 1/1 chapters, 1K words

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I don't wanna see you smile by kty309 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48544186

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, shadow takes care of sonic as best he can, as in character as i could possibly do, so there’s not much explicit romance, but they are in love, trust me this is very sweet, shadow the hedgehog character study almost, Sonic the Hedgehog Has ADHD, Autistic Shadow the Hedgehog, not specified just how i see them lol

Chapters/words: 1/1 chapters, 3K words

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The Cold Season by Infinity_XOXO - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48839329/chapters/123205204

Tags: Winter, Cold Weather, hibernation, Cute, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Sonic is so tired he can't think straight, Shadow doesn't know hedgehog biology, Tails is done with everyone, Sleepiness, Sleeping Together, Pillow & Blanket Forts, Established Relationship

Chapters/words: 5/5 chatpers, 3K words

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I’m married? Really? are you sure? by Lilwoofs - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48889399

Tags: Fluff, Silly, Funny, Weddings, (kinda-), kinda crack treated seriously but maybe not?, it’s mostly just silly, I haven’t written a fic in too long

Chapters/words: 1/1 chapters, 1K words

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stay with me by ramslum - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48805642

Tags: Fluff, Kissing, Domestic Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Cuddling & Snuggling, Miles "Tails" Prower and Sonic the Hedgehog are Siblings, shadow and tails get along, Hugs, Lovey-Dovey, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, hotpockets!, Autistic Shadow the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog Has ADHD

Chapters/words: 1/1 chapters, 3K words

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Cracking shells by "orphan_account" - https://archiveofourown.org/works/15455322

Tags: Literally one sentence mention of Knuxouge, farmer au, Sonic loves his chicks, Shadow the vet, Fluffy, Silly

Chapters/words: 1/1 chapters, 10K words

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did i really have any of that gravity?(maybe you're quicksand) by rubyillusions - https://archiveofourown.org/works/41175252

Tags: Domestic Fluff, just fluff, soft, Established Relationship, No Plot/Plotless, literally just an excuse to write werehog sonic and also have shadow call him "my dear", (this is for you twitter user s0nadow!! heart emoji), Drabble, Short & Sweet

Chapters/words: 1/1 chapters, 524 words

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the time has come again for stars by rubyillusions - https://archiveofourown.org/works/39462495

Tags: 5+1 Things, Slow Burn, (kind of), Enemies to Lovers, (also kind of), Flirting, rated t for use of the fuck word, Blood, Sonadow - Freeform, Everyone knows they are in love, (except for sonic and shadow but yknow. that would be too convenient), even eggman knows and he wants to kill them both, theyre just very deep in denial

Chapters/words: 1/1 chapters, 3K words

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we are beautiful, we are doomed by rubyillusions - https://archiveofourown.org/works/39356559

Tags: 5+1 Things, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, (not really enemies more rivals but still), Fluff, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, rated teen for swearing and a few light sex jokes, Shadow the Hedgehog Needs a Hug, probably slightly ooc but this is my first sonic fic so oh well, Flirting, Bad Flirting, Sonadow - Freeform, sonic keeps flirting with shadow and shadow gay panics, rouge just wants them to stop being idiots and kiss already, and also there's one scene where they hold hands and shadow falls deeper in love than ever before, Stargazing, Existential Crisis, yknow just your average sunday, First Kiss

Chapters/words: 1/1 chapters, 4K words

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(seep into the wounds) i've been mending by cozyqueerchaos - https://archiveofourown.org/works/44701870

Tags: Disability, Disabled Character, Mental Health Issues, Chronic Pain, Slice of Life, No Plot/Plotless, can be qpr or romantic, Past Child Abuse, Past Medical Neglect, Ableism, But also, Fluff, Team as Family

Chapters/words: 1/1 chapters, 1K words

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Hold Me Close (To Keep Away The Memories) by spittingspite - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24415819/chapters/58902865

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Pre-Relationship, Post-Sonic Forces, Implied/Referenced Torture, could be read as platonic, but lbr you probably won't now you've seen the relationship tag, also hi idk how to tag things, so if you want me to tag something just lmk, no beta we die like men

Chapters/words: 2/2 chapters, 6K words

Please suggest more in the tags/reblogs/replies!!

I also might add my personal thoughts on these, but for now I'll just let y'all gobble these up :)

#long post #VERY long post #sth #sth ships #sth fanfic #sth fanfiction #ao3 fic #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #sonic fandom #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #shadow #sonadow #ao3 sonadow #sonadow ao3 #shadonic #ao3 shadonic #shadonic ao3 #sonic x shadow #shadow x sonic #sonic and shadow #shadow and sonic #sonic fanfic #sonic fanfiction #sonadow fanfic #sonadow fanfiction

[thehollowwriter]

59, 80, 93 for the octaquartet <3

Thanks, Kai! ^^

59. Is there a spot they tend to kiss or caress habitual?

Finn is... really short, so his habits when standing is limited lmao. He does gently touch his partners' arms or elbows (absent mindedly). When the others are sitting or lying down, he really likes to caress or fiddle with their hair and kiss them on the cheek.

Azul has very careful control over his habits. Behind closed doors, when he's sleepy, though? Caressing the others' lower back and pressing kisses to their temples. Jade is quite similar, although he does like to caress Finn and Azul's hands with his thumb.

Floyd does not kiss. He bites. Jk, he's very affectionate (he does drape over Azul, Jade and Finn constantly, after all) and likes kissing/nibbling at Azul and Finn's earlobes. He doesn't really caress? He more wraps his arms around the others.

80. What tropes could be applied to this relationship?

(*cough* I'm just gonna use ship dynamics)

Opposites attract, calm (this is a lie) talls and feral smol, friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, We Are Going to Kick Your Ass, height difference, partners in crime, temporarily one-sided

Guess which applies to who 😈

There's more, but that's all I can think of for now

93. One has hurt their leg on a hike. How does their S/O carry them?

Finn can't lift any of them, I'm sorry, he'll just fall over 😭. He can drag them if it's an emergency, tho. Azul will go for bridal style and absolutely hold it over their head, Jade will, too (he will pretend to lose his grip, though fjfgk). Floyd? Maybe bridal style, but I can also see him flinging them over his shoulder lmaaao.

Tagging: @theleechyskrunkly @jovieinramshackle @kitwasnothere @the-banana-0verlord @cynthinesia @cyanide-latte @elenauaurs

#quinn quips #quinn answers #quinn's friends #kai #finn clearcove #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #tweels #octavinelle #twisted wonderland #twst oc #oc x canon #oc ask game

[00-theguardians-00]

Hello im lazysimpluna or you can call me Luna or Finley

My other trumblr blog is called @morpheus-the-sandman hop in if you're interested and take a look around!

The pictures hight difference is by the way referenced by clowns drawing just so you know!

im not good at writing and my grammar isn't that great so forgive me for typos :'D I also didn't used Tumblr as much so I'm still

Important none of the stories are Canon to clowns og project!!

!! Boundaries!!

Yes you can

✅ make fanart absolutely tag me please!!!

✅ Shipping? Yes ofc but please only ocs sonas or yns yeah you can also ship Eddie and frank since I ship it too

✅ Im also okay with interactions trough I can't promise I will do all of them I mostly do what I feel like and if I don't feel like it I don't do it it also might take a bit

Donts❌

Please no applecest no wallycest no proships!!!❌

No nsfw with these aus mentioned here!!!❌

Don't do Ai bots of my aus I'm doing alredy bots but it takes a bit I get really exausted after a bit of working on bots like I get sleepy and all it takes a bit I know I'm working on them for quite a while now but still have patients I'm also not an expert when it comes to bots I'm still learning!! ( not sure if I make any ais of the aus here I see idk)

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Don't message me privately if I don't know you please if I know you for a bit from my comment section you can ask me if you can message me and I might say yes , please have patients with me I don't feel comfortable calling you my friend so soon so I just call you a mutual if I know you for a longer while I might call you a friend! I had a really bad experience with an ex friend of mine I knew since my childhood and that left marks , I might get easily overwhelmed or exausted so I might dip or don't talk at all please don't feel like I'm ignoring you or anything I'm not I'm simply not feeling like talking or it is to much at that day for me!❌❌❌

🌟Things about me that are important 🌟

my pronounce are she/her, he him, im genderfluid and aroace ❤️

I have auditory processing disorder or called

(APD )

Wich makes me slower I might forget alot of things or I also have hearing problems sometimes like when somone calls me it doesn't end up in my brain I'm also very sensitive so sounds loud notices specifically

I also take a while to understand things so be patient with me

(HSP ) I am a highly sensitive person

I also have social anxiety

I'm really sensitive like I would say emotionally there are often times where I do take things too serious or something please tell me talk to me about those things if I understand stuff the wrong way

I'm 22 years old and German

I only speak English and German I can't speak other languages

I have 29 aus by now I might add more depending on what ideas I get ( idk for sure I know I have alredy alot and I didn't even developed alot of them enough I do want to put an line to it but I can't I love creating I love making it makes me happy so just be aware XD when I decide to do a blog for my other aus that I might not post alot about those depending on how I'm feeling ( maybe I post more when I get asks idk)

Socials : I have tik tok Instagram also yt I also have another Tumblr but I don't like that one as much atm it's more actually idk it was more meant for oploading ahit art and such but I don't feel the account anymore idk I'm weird xd so ig I might do a new main maybe?? Idk anyhow I'm the most active on tik tok name is lazysimpluna on all platforms!

🌟Refs of my sillys🌟

What's the Xmas au about??

What is the Xmas au about??

Well I think you can guess Basacally they make gifts for everyone

Wolly Julie yn and Sally are outside to check the houses and make them ready for Santa home to enter before he comes

Eddie brings the letters from everyone to Santa home

Frank makes sure everything goes after plan

Howdy does work both as a shop keeper but also helps around and carries heavy things

Poppy well she bakes

Barnaby also helps around!

They are also able to travel trough aus

If one of them talks it's gonna be red

Because I'm planning on bringing in this blog also other aus so stay tuned!

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #digital illustration #digital painting #drawing #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home au #askxmasau #xmasau

[demonichikikomori]

The Princess of Briar Valley

COMMISSION PIECE

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader

Word Count (Ao3): 10.4k+

Word Count Tumblr: 2.9k+

art by Nemuritaa on Twitter

This is a commission piece I've been working on!! This one will be much longer than the other commission piece I received so I'm very happy to be sharing the first chapter with you all!! This is featuring a much darker tone to the relationship between Malleus and our dear Fem!Reader!! Hopefully she'll be okay... The first chapter will be here on Tumblr, but the rest of the series will be posted exclusively on Ao3 with permission from the one who bought said commission!!

SUMMARY:

You had to write a report and learn the teachings of the Thorn Fairy for a report due in three weeks. So, you were shipped off to stay in Diasomnia. But when you arrived, Malleus seems more interested to talk about the sleepy princess instead.

Tags: Yandere!Malleus/Size Difference

You laid facing the ceiling in the rickety bed of your dorm room as Grim sat nearby with a scowl on his face. “This doesn’t make any sense…” He trailed off as your eyes grazed across the papers you were both given from Professor Trein. Because you were a magicalless student and exams were upcoming, you wouldn’t actually get to participate. And with Grim falling behind on his end of your grades Professor Trein decided to give you a different kind of exam. You were both tasked to complete reports on The Great Seven and their individual history. However for this assignment, you and Grim had separate dorms you would be staying in. Grim was assigned to stay with Vil Schoenheit in Pomfiore while you… You would be staying with Malleus Draconia in Diasomnia. “Well, Professor Trein told me he believes that I’m the only one actually doing our assignments.” You reminded and looked through the papers for when you were supposed to be joining the dorm. You were given a total of three weeks to complete the report and write about what you had learned while experiencing the dorm life offered. “So why am I the one gettin’ dolled up?! You should be the one with make-up slapped on your face!” Grim snapped, angry with how such a shuffle of papers would be leading him off to a fate encased with hard working ideations. It was comical. “A magicalless human… Goin’ off to live life with one of the most powerful sorcerers.” Grim was displeased by the turn of events and even sounded as if he had been cheated somehow. Again, the shuffle of papers designated such fate to the both of you. 

Thankfully there were plenty of helpful faces in Diasomnia you were sure would help you out. Lilia was both kind and wise, excelling in magic and helping to ease your anxieties during exams. Silver was quiet and reserved, so you were sure he wouldn’t cause any problems for you during your stay. Sebek… Well, maybe you would have to avoid him for the three weeks you remain in the dorm… Malleus… Surely he would be happy to have you staying in Diasomnia. With all of his late night visits by the Ramshackle Dorm, checking in on you, taking late night walks while Grim sleeps, even inviting him into the dorm to eat with you while Grim was away. He didn’t seem too fond of your furry friend being around you, so he only came by when Grim was unavailable. You found it bizarre but you weren’t the type to pry. 

You helped Grim pack his finest ribbon since you would be heading off to your new respective Dorm’s tomorrow morning to begin life according to their schedules. “Why can’t we just trade?! This stinks!” He complained once more as you shoved your pj’s into a dufflebag, it was almost as if you were attending an educational slumber party. “Grim, the less you complain, the easier your report will be.” You gently assured him that with the lack of complaining, he would easily get through the three weeks with no problems at all. “You’ve seen Vil and how horrible he is!” He complained some more and you could only roll your eyes now, tucking a notebook and pencil box into the bag. You didn’t exactly want to spend three weeks prim, proper, and prodded at either. “Hush already.” You grumbled and tugged on the metal zipper to keep your bag shut. You had prepared your outfit for the journey first thing tomorrow morning. You were sour that a perfectly good Saturday would be taken for the sake of school. But at least this way you could settle into the dorm much easier without the pressure of running around lost on Monday. 

You placed your bag beside your bed and set an alarm on your phone to be sure you and Grim were bright and early. You wanted to make great first impressions! You flicked off the light and climbed under your covers with a soft sigh as the furry beast curled up beside you with a yawn. “If anything happens… Just come runnin’. I’ll save ya… Forget Vil Somethinheit…” Grim grumbled tiredly as a smile spread onto your face. You could picture him in a small suit of armor and a silver sword, attempting to charge into Diasomnia head first as Vil dramatically chased after him. “Just relax Grim…” You whispered with a snort and pulled him closer, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the tendrils of exhaustion pulling you into unconsciousness. 

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You slipped your yellow sweatshirt over your head and smoothed out your black skirt over your thighs. Your mixmatched socks playfully complimented your plain white shoes as you awaited Grim at the door. He was frowning and adjusting his ribbon as he scowled up at you. “Really… six? We had to wake up at six?” He growled and you nodded and only offered Grim a cheeky smile in response. After saying goodbye to the ghosts and politely requesting that they keep the place dusted while you both were away, you slung your bag over your shoulder and trekked towards the Hall of Mirrors. The soft soil and small rocks crunched under your sneakers as you adjusted your duffle bag against you. Grim was still pouting as you slipped through the mirror, stepping into the empty hall with a quiet exhale. 

Three weeks.

Your report was due in three weeks, so no funny business. 

Grim wrapped his paws around your leg and bumped his head against your calf as you attempted to usher him towards Pomfiore. “Vil isn’t that bad Grim, really, he treats Epel very well even if his teachings seem rough. He’s a very hardworker, and you could seriously learn from him.” You spoke with a soft tone, while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Grim seemed to be pouting as he pressed his pugey body against you with a growl. “It really ain’t fair that someone who can’t produce a lick of magic gets to hang around a bunch of big shot sorcerers.” He scoffed and you could feel yourself growing increasingly ornery from his complaints. It always boils down to the fact you don’t have a single magical bone in your body and that he was always far more deserving than you were. “Enough Grim. If I was in control of where I was going I would’ve picked Scarabia.” You sighed with annoyance and lifted your leg out of Grim’s grasp. Kalim was kind and everyday was a party. So the only person to actually keep you on track during your report would be Jamil. But then Grim would complain about the food you got to eat during your stay. 

You just can’t win with him. 

After a few huffs and encouraging words Grim stood before the mirror to Pomfiore, waved his furry paws at you as he passed through the magical glass. And now you were alone in the desolate hall. 

You felt anxious now as your shoes squeaked against the polished floors and you glanced into the mirror. The large gothic structure looked more like an evil villain's castle compared to the dorm on a college campus. The mirror was held up by large stone wings, curved around the magical glass to hold it into place and small ropes of sharp stone thorns were sprouting out of the ground to snake around the base. It was so pretty, if only the Ramshackle dorm had a mirror as nice as this. You took a deep breath and stepped through the glass, exhaling as you were stunned by the chill of freezing air and sprinkling rain. It was early in the morning and the cold was just too much. You cursed your decision to wear a skirt as you ran down the path to Diasomnia, squeezing your eyes shut to keep the droplets of icy rain from your eyes as you tightened your grip on your duffel bag. Your shoes splashed through muddy puddles as you crossed the stone bridge, praying silently to the Great Seven watching over you that you wouldn’t slip and fall and end up covered in mud. You didn’t have time to change and you were so close. There was the soft pound of thunder in the sky as you wished your legs would carry you faster through the storm.

You reached the large entrance to the castle-styled structure, wiping your face from the sprinkling rain that seemed to become heavier and heavier with each passing minute you remained outside. You took the chance to collect your breaths, shivering from the chilling rain that soaked through your clothes and deep into the marrow of your bones. You sniffled and snapped your head towards the now opening door. Your eyes widened as you took a step forward, rain dripping from the curling tips of your hair. Towering over you was Malleus Draconia. His sharp eyes glanced over your shivering body as he reached out a gloved hand to push your rain soaked hair away from your eyes. “My dear Child of Man… You came much earlier than expected. And look at you,” He sighed as his brows upturned, now cupping your chin. Your breath hitched as the large man began tilting your head around to look you over. His thumb swiped over your lower lip as he scanned you over with loving eyes. “Poor thing… You should’ve waited for me to fetch you. It always rains early in the morning here.” He pulled his hand away with a sigh and a gentle smile, and you almost reached out to grab him by the wrist. You were craving his warm touch to escape the chill of the rain. The gentle way he treated you reminded you how lonely for contact you were here on campus. 

“Come in.” He beckoned and stepped back into the large castle, his gloved hand waving you inside. You felt hypnotized by the lime green gaze as you followed after him, your shoes squeaked against the floors as you broke your gaze away from the fae to instead take in your surroundings. The large door closed behind you as you looked around the den of Diasomnia. It was dark, illuminated by green flamed candles melting on metal holders. “Not many are early risers here, so it’s just us for now. I’m so glad you came to stay here in Diasomnia. I always come to visit you… But I was wondering when the sentiment would be returned.” He smiled, almost teasing you for not reaching out to him for an early morning walk in his castle. 

You looked away shyly while hugging the strap to your duffel bag. “Oh Malleus, if I ever made plans like that Grim would beg to come along.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the inviting idea. Grim was the friend who tagged along on ‘dates’ even if they weren’t invited. Malleus seemed to smile with amusement, giving you a glimpse of his sharp fangs. “It’s as if he’s your guardian. It must’ve been hard to get here alone.” He purred and reached out to place his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them lightly as you craned your head up to meet his eyes once again. It was as if you were under a spell, his bright glowing eyes made you feel as if you were putty in his palms. “No, it’s more like I’m his babysitter. He just likes to tag along. He’s clingy.” You corrected as you felt your face grow warm. You never noticed how tall Malleus was now that you were standing in front of him like this. On your late night walks you walked beside one another. Of course you almost snapped your neck each time you looked up at him but now that he’s touching you. It was drastically different. 

Being dwarfed by the dragon caused a fire to light deep in your stomach. You were here in a dorm with him for three whole weeks. The only interruptions between you and Malleus becoming closer would be Sebek and Lilia… Silver possibly… The dragon leaned in, blinking at you as he gave your shoulders another gentle squeeze. “My dear? Are you alright? … I was told it’s not very polite to just stare.” He hummed as you blinked and looked away, your drying palms grabbed at his forearms and you looked at how small your hands looked against him. Was Malleus always this large? “Right! Sorry… It’s just early.” You made up the excuse as the prince nodded in understanding, pulling his hands away once again only to push a stray lock of hair behind your ear. 

There was a soft crackle of static that caused you to flinch as it snapped against your temple. “Allow me to give you a tour of Diasomnia since it’s so early. No one to intrude.” He offered sweetly with a tilt of his head and pulled his hand away. You nodded, holding onto your duffel bag as Malleus turned and began walking, pointing out a few paintings to start your tour. You reached up towards your ear where you felt the feeling of electricity and frowned. 

What was that? Did you guys make an electric charge? It probably isn’t a big deal. 

Something deep in the back of your mind felt like the little shock you were given was actually intentional, but even if it was… What could you do? If Malleus truly wanted to hurt you, he was big enough to crush you with his gloved hands. He could turn you into a worm so easily. If something so insignificant as a bit of static was meant to be done then you should already be turned into a small stone or something of such a powerful sorcerer’s caliber. 

Now you were just overthinking. 

You shook the thoughts out of your head and kept close to Malleus as he lead you through the gothic dorm. His pace was slow to allow your much shorter legs to keep up. You were entranced by the soft click of his heels against the freezing tiled floors as your hand reached out to grab onto his cape. Your still rain soaked body was starting to feel a bit sluggish and you needed help to keep up the steady the pace of your walk. Usually he moved at a snails pace during his nightly walks with you at his side, but since you’re staying in Diasomnia there must be a strict schedule to follow with his increased pace. You were thankful that Malleus was up early to give you a tour before you started your report. “Have you heard the story of Sleeping Beauty?” He asked suddenly as you passed a large painting trimmed in silver thorns, a woman dressed in black gazed out of a tall tower as a sea of winding thorns was right below. In the corner was a small metal plaque reading ‘Isolation’ and it was painted by someone named “Les Clark”. “Um, I think I understand the gist of it. The book in the library had such flowery words it was hard to focus.” You giggled, noticing a sudden fatigue washing over you as you continued following after the large fae man, trailing up a set of tiled stairs. “Is that so? Well, the tale is a bit tragic. She was cursed to die when she turned sixteen, until a fairy saved her from death, instead she would fall into a deep slumber along with the rest of the kingdom… The princess was so fragile that just pricking her finger on a spinning wheel is what would have killed her had the fairy not spared her. And during her sleep, unfortunately became pregnant with the kings child against her will.” His tone was melancholy, as if he felt sorry for the fairytale princess who sounded like quite the airhead in your opinion. You started to frown, tugging gently on his cape with a small yawn. You felt him straighten up as he craned his head back to look at you. 

His lime green eyes seemed to be scanning over you as your eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open. 

Why were you so exhausted? Is it because the dorm is freezing? No… This was far more intense. This was some sort of spell.

“Now, now…” Malleus cooed and turned to face you as his cape slipped through your fingers like blackened water. “Please don’t fight it, there’s a reason I’m doing this.” He cooed gently as you leaned into his figure, your frown returning as your eyebrows knit together. You couldn’t comprehend what the fae man was attempting to say. A large hand rubbed over your back as your body relaxed, your knees felt as if they were trembling and melting like butter. “After spending so much time with you… I realized how similar you are to the legendary princess. The story…” You could hear Malleus’ voice whispering to you as you suddenly found yourself weightless, your duffel bag was taken away and you were resting against something firm and warm with a strong arm wrapped around you and tucked under your butt. You flinched as something warm brushed over the sensitive skin of your ear. Malleus’ long bangs tickled your face and you attempted to turn your head as a form of fleeing without actually moving. 

You felt too exhausted to actually move. 

“You must be freezing still… Why don’t we get you into the bath?” He whispered.

Yeah… The bath…

The rest of the series will be on my Ao3!! I hope you all enjoy the Malleus content because I sure as hell will <3

#demonic. contracts #malleus twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x y/n #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus twst #malleus x yuu #malleus imagine #malleus x mc #malleus x reader #fem reader

[velvetsqwyrme]

I saw ur tags and ran over here. What are ur favorite spicy UF! Papyrus fics?

HELLOOO LMAO you were so quick... sorry this took me a while to get together, but I hope you enjoy ( ù ᵕ ú )

Fair warning that some of these picks will include dub/noncon (and potentially other dubious content? I don't know what I'm going to add yet HAHA) so as always make sure to heed the warnings and read the tags before reading!! I've done my best to label them accordingly though :]

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READER INSERTS

Edge Discovers the Wonderful World of Subbing

You can tell exactly what this list is going to be like just from the title of this first fic... (title is explanatory, gotta love it!!)

Good EdgeLord

More sub Edge!! 💥💥

Caught in the Act

HELLO?? HELLO. Voyeurism? Low stakes semi-public sex? Double penetration ?? Sign me UP.

Pumped (Kinktober Collection)

Usually I refrain from including individual Kinktober chapters from rec lists BUT I really like this one ( '^' )!! It isn't even that explicit, but it's stuck in my brain because I GASPED when I read it for the first time.

Pyr's Favourite Keeper [DUBCON -> CON]

Love me a snakey boy!!!!!! There's also oviposition 👀!!

Wake

Sleepy sex <3! The bit with the SNAP part killed me and it's also such a fun detail!

Prime Time to Run

Mafiafell... he straight up murders someone in front of you and you fuck about it.

Bound Edge

Sub Edge again!! The reader has a dick in this- a rare but delicious treat !

Fall Out Bones [NON/DUBCON...????]

Technically this is linked to a series featuring both UF!bros, because I think that both are reslly good partially also because I think they're intensely hilarious at times. The titles are also great.

Boned [NONCON]

CLASSIC 2016 PREMISE. Reader is trapped in the fucking shed. (Fucking used as both profanity as well as a descriptive action)

Housekeeping [NONCON]

Weird location (sink)! But it works really well for the fic!!! Violenctce.

To Prove A Point ||| The Origins Of The Pap-wich - (Swap!Pap/Reader/UF!Pap)

Ahhh the good ol threesome ! The reader gets sandwiched between two very sexy skeletons~ !! I'm also a big Swap!Pap fan so this is just. *Mwah* so good!!!!! Double penetration again ~ also one of the few fics with squirting 🙏✨

All Dicks, No skeletons [DUB/NONCON DUE TO DETACHABLE ECTODICK SITUATION]

I cannot put into words how much I love this. It's got detachable ectobits... inconvenience due to detachable ectobits!! In this, Edge has a barbed dick and claws up a tree. It's crack but it's so so good!!!!!! I'm patiently waiting for updates and will ravenously consume the fic for lime the fiftieth time when it does.

OTHER SHIPS

Also! Here are a few fics with UF!Pap in other ships (namely various Papcest configs) because you didn't specify it had to be reader inserts lol

Little Wet Bones (Papcest: Farm/Underfell)

Bitty!Edge is soooo cute... and horny!! He's so self assured I love it.

Pepper Heat (Papcest: Edgepuff)

Heat fic! Heat fic!! Chili peppers is one hell of a heat scent... the only person who can handle a Papyrus is another Papyrus ;] The naming scheme here is also very funny when you realise what went on.

A Fallen Knight and his King (Papcest: Edgepuff)

MORE SUB EDGE ! This one delves more into the his exploration of dom/sub dynamics and it's so so good!!!!

Three Chance Meetings (Papcest: Spicyhoney)

Swap!Pap is (secretly) a prostitute and Fell!Pap finds out and shills out the money to spend a night with him. I looooove the character dynamics in this one too.

Taste of Blood and Honey (Papcest: Spicyhoney)

I forgot about this and was delighted to discover it again because ohhhhhh my god the premise is so good... also there's mirror sex and first times and those are always fun :3c

Mutt Lost a Bet (Papcest: SpicyBBQ)

Mafia AU setting where SF!Pap and UF!Pap make and lose bets resulting in sexual escapades. The second chapter is my favourite because it involves gloryholes and aphrodisiacs <33

Bro's Replacement (Papcest + Sanscest : Spicyhoney + Cherryberry)

LAMIAS AGAIN 💖 Honestly the setup is what gets me... but the smut is delicious so I'm adding it here :3c

Heat (Papcest - Spicyhoney) [HEAT INDUCED MUTUAL NON/DUBCON]

Why are there so many lamia fics in this list, I do not know, but heeeeeeey enjoy the snakeys! In this one the non/dubcon is due to UF!Pap being in heat, and both of them regret it after. Things get better though!!

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Anyway, that's all for now! Hope you enjoy some ^^!!!

#doozis fic recs #fic recs #uhhhhhh YEAH IM NOT TAGGING THIS ONE LOL #im always down to talk smut >:3c but also im like. man this sure is a public blogggggg ahhsjrjrkgjfkrnngkrn #there are a couple i didnt include for Various Reasons so this is it for now uwu)b!! #anon #inbox