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CAN I JUST SAY i’m soooooo in love with all of your fics. besides EVERYTHING i could say about the perfect characterization and how sweet erwin and levi are always written, ur style is so distinct and easy to get sucked into. maybe i’m biased bc hurt comfort is my fav thing ever but i just adore your fics. i think i’d had ‘appearances’ and ‘fix you’ bookmarked for years and then i found ‘rice porridge’ and i’ve been binging everything else since. (i hope u don’t mind a long ask lol i just rly needed to say)

as far as i saw, your requests are open, so can i request an eruri in canonverse in which erwin has just become commander, so he has a very very heavy workload. he promoted levi to his captain almost as soon as he had the power to lol, and so their relationship is new and levi has been working wayyyy too much (as usual) to help erwin. so he’s been forgetting to eat a lot.

(for context, levi is so used to feeling hunger pains from his time underground that he doesn’t really notice the signs, and he disregards his own health anyway).

erwin has been working so much he’s barely noticed. but then levi passes out in front of him or something like that? hurt comfort follows<3 even if u choose not to answer, thank u for all ur beautiful fics

helloooooo my lovely anon!!! <33 hope ur doing well!! thank u SO much for ur kind words, you made my whole month hehe

hope u enjoy what i whipped up for ya~

Catch Me When I Fall

warnings: eating issues (aka levi works too hard and forgets food is a thing)

Levi’s face was a bit hollow. His cheekbones; even more defined than usual. Of course, if Erwin had ready access to a mirror, he’d probably find the same appearance on his own face.

They were all tired. If he showed favoritism for his captain it would only serve to delegitimize his freshly earned position. However, he told himself that he would check in with Levi the next time they had privacy.

Although, the likelihood of that being any time soon was certainly dwindling.

Miche rushed in with another pile of notes, he mumbled something about them needing extra eyes on the field— a necessity he directed to Levi. But Levi seemed to hesitate, in fact, he hadn’t moved since Miche came into Erwin's office. Miche had to tap him on the shoulder before he blinked heavily and started towards the door.

Miche gave Erwin a look as Levi left, to which Erwin replied with a shrug. He got to work glancing through his growing pile of papers, threatening to topple off his desk.

—

The yard was cold. No, it was freezing. But Levi had hardly been outside ten minutes before he untied his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt. Levi was hot. He didn’t even care if the cadets gave him weird looks where he stood, pinned to the brick of the training yard walls. In fact, they should’ve been more focused on their drills. He should’ve yelled at them by now.

But he wasn't all the way there. The yard seemed to sizzle and blur underneath the beat of the cold winter sun, and if words wished to spring from Levi’s lips he knew he’d have to rack them right out of his chest. It was all far too much effort.

Another sharp pang shot through him. On the surface, of course, he hardly blinked. But inside, he felt like he might get sick. It had been happening again lately— those pangs, the dizzy spells, the nausea. Like he was that same sickly little kid again. It was just the stress of his new position, he knew that. That was the only explanation. He was just stressed.

But so was Erwin. And he’d be damned if he let Erwin think he couldn’t keep up. The man had curated a position especially for him, how could he spit in the face of that kind of honor? Levi had never been this high up before. To live above ground, to have a roof over his head, running fucking water too? He should’ve been grateful, not reeling with a sickly feeling in his gut.

Weakness was not expected of him, so he would keep it that way. He would fight through it, just as he did every time before. He’d keel over before he asked for a break.

With that in mind, he called out to his cadet group, leading them back into focus.

—

It wasn’t until hours after dinner that Erwin saw Levi again. Truth be told, he hadn’t even noticed the time pass by. Levi seemed to slip through his door, without a sound or word. It was a common occurance and for whatever reason Erwin felt comfort in the familiarity of it.

He felt Levi approached his desk slowly as Erwin continued to annotate.

“There’s the… uh—” Levi’s voice wavered for a moment, as if he were struggling to remember his next few words. He quickly tried again, “—the equipment supply report. We’re especially low on fuel. As per usual.”

“Excellent,” Erwin replied, although it was anything but. He scribbled down a reminder to mention this in his pitch to central command in the coming week.

Levi was still standing in front of his desk, a cue that Erwin had clearly missed for a few passing moments. “Levi, is there anything else you’d like to add to your report?”

“No.” Erwin could hear Levi clear his throat again. This finally got him to look up from his work. “Uh, no. Nothing else.”

Erwin’s brow pinched together. Was Levi swaying?

“Are you alright?”

Levi nodded shakenly but then frowned as if he were thinking rather pensively about something. Erwin did not recognize this look on his captain’s face. It was almost as if he were confused.

Then Levi huffed a humorless scoff, “It’s strange… There’s uh… there's two of you.”

Before Erwin’s brow could even begin to lift, Levi’s palms met his wooden desk with a bang. His eyes fluttered, then rolled back— his body going slack. Erwin was up in an instant, throwing his arms around Levi and wrapping him in his clutches as they fell together to the wooden floor.

“Levi!” His partner’s head was lolling listlessly in his arms, he was clearly struggling to grasp his situation still.

“Erwin… What’s…?”

“Shh… Levi. You’re alright. I have you now.” Erwin settled him to lay a bit more horizontal, so he’d be comfortable.

“I don’t… I don’t feel very well.”

Erwin huffed, “Yes. I can see that now, my dove. Is this better? Just lay out for me and breathe. Can you do that?”

“Mm,” Levi murmured, breathing through his nose and closing his rolling eyes.

Just then Hanji came bouncing into the room, slamming the door open. “Erwin! I finally finished–” Their eyes trailed around before settling on Erwin who looked at them with a terrified expression. “Oh shit.”

Their expression fell flat and serious as they kneeled next to their commander and his captain. “What happened? Is he alright?”

Erwin was pulled from his haze of anxiety and carefully placed a hand on Levi’s forehead. “A little clammy. I don’t think he’s unwell. He just… He fainted.”

“He’s skinny, isn’t he? Too skinny, Erwin. Shit, I didn’t even notice until…”

“Help me lift him.” Erwin felt like screaming. He felt like he might scream until his lungs burned to ash. “Help me, Hanji.”

—

Everything felt light when his eyes finally peeled open again. Just before shame and guilt could pool in his stomach from the reality of the situation he was in, Levi felt a sort of lightness. His head didn’t ache as badly but his body felt without use. Like if he lifted his hand he might just break away into pieces all together.

When Levi’s cool eyes settled on Erwin, he wished that he could break away. His commander was asleep, draped across Levi’s chest with a hand wrapped around his in a tight grasp, as if Erwin was willing him to stay even as he slept. Maybe especially while he slept.

He must’ve been exhausted. Levi felt a sinking feeling once he realized this exhaustion was partially his doing. How long had Erwin stayed by his side in the infirmary, waiting for him to wake, before eventually passing out like this? It had felt like a long dream. A deep sleep. And Erwin had surely been awake while Levi agonized him with his absence.

Levi involuntarily gave Erwin’s hand a tight squeeze. Maybe it was an apology of some kind.

“Lee…” Erwin whispered, or more so mumbled into the fabric of Levi’s hospital gown. His head turned and his sleepy eyes blinked, once then twice.

“I’m here.”

“Levi?” Erwin repeated himself, this time more clearly and with wide eyes full of instant relief.

“I’m sorry, Erwin.”

Erwin sat up straight, his hand relinquishing Levi’s grasp.

“You’ve been asleep two whole days. Unless I’ve just slept away another day with you.”

Levi nodded, noticing how Erwin let his apology roll right off his shoulders. As if he didn’t wish to hear it.

“You’re on strict IV fluids but when you feel up for it, the nurse will bring you a bit of bread, alright?”

“Erwin—” Levi released a sigh as he spoke, but Erwin was quick to cut him off.

“No,” Erwin seemed to rein in his irritation, as if now was not the time for it. “No, Levi. I won’t hear objections. Not now. Not after what happened in my office.”

Levi closed his pale, cracked lips. Erwin fiddled with his hands.

“You didn’t tell me you weren’t well. I could’ve done something. I mean—.”

“That’s not your fault. I… Erwin, I've never been good about remembering… this kind of thing. It slipped my mind.”

“You’re malnourished. Anemic. You lost consciousness, Levi.” His voice was near a whisper once he spoke again. “Two days.”

“And what does that have to do with you?”

Erwin may have his emotions sealed away but Levi was not keen to follow suit.

“I fucked up okay? I was pushing myself and eating right just fucking slipped my mind, what do you want me to say?”

“I’m your commander now, Levi. Your life is in my hands. I was overworking you. I was.”

“As self centered as that is, Erwin, I am my own person and when I make a mistake it’s on me,” he bit into the last word with bitterness. “This happens from time to time. I’m not good with… reading myself. Knowing what I need. Until I’m at a breaking point.”

“Like your body is in survival mode, all the time.”

Levi nodded weakly.

“I see,” Erwin sighed, putting his hand through his hair as they sat in the quiet for a long beat. “No matter what the reason, there had to be one for you to not tell me right then, before you passed out. Can you please just tell me that?”

Levi felt his very muscles tense.

“I’ve always been this way. I don’t want you to take it personally. I’ve been on my own so long, I’ve been down so long… I don’t know how to lean on someone. Especially when I’m not even sure what’s wrong.”

Something painful to witness pooled in Erwin’s gaze. He was hurt by this. In a way that Levi had never seen. In a way that Levi didn’t think was even possible.

If there was at least one thing Levi was certain of, he didn’t want Erwin to ever feel this pain again.

“But I’m willing to learn,” he whispered, hesitating as he pulled Erwin’s warm hand into his own again. “If you’re willing to teach me.”

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leoswritingcorner · 2 years

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Master and Padawan

Chapter 2

not much to say except i love all sw ocs, ur honor and i probably could have done a better job at editing

24 BBY

There’s a scowl on Jairo’s face that hasn’t eased since they had left Lateron. Jiya watches her Padawan as his eyes squint every so often and purse his lips, a quirk of his when a scene was replaying in his head.

“Thinking of your Twi’lek pirate again?” Jiya asks, resting her head back, and the hood of her cloak hides her smile. She could nearly hear the way Jairo’s neck cracks as he whips his head around. Her eyes flick towards him in time to see the reddish hue that colors his face as his scowl hardens.

“She is not my pirate,” Jairo insists, crossing his arms. His gaze turns away from his Master and settles to glare out the window. The blur of stars zooms by as the ship flies towards its next destination. With an agitated huff, Jairo uncrosses, then crosses his arms again. “She’s…she’s just a pirate. A lying, conniving, pirate.”

Jiya chuckles lightly. “Yes, with red markings on her lekku,”

“Gold,” Jairo corrects without thought. “Well, a dusty kinda gold-” He cuts off with a sharp inhale, again, the red color comes to his face. “I mean-” He starts, his eyes widening slightly.

“Ah, yes, dusty gold markings. Thank you, my dear Padawan.” Jiya remarks, complacent. And closes her eyes, “Get some rest now. It won’t be long till we reach Xerus,” she adds, adjusting herself more comfortably in the seat. She hears Jairo mumble in agreement, and settle back in his own seat. Jiya listens to his steady breathing, and it's not before long that they become light snores. She opens her eyes and takes a look at him with a fond smile.

Over the years, she had the honor of watching him grow and learn through the Force. While there were some times that Jiya felt she may have taken more than she could handle, Jairo was an exceptional student and young man. One day, he would make an exceptional Jedi as well. Reaching over, she pulls his cloak over him more against the cold of the ship and rests back in her seat.

With a deft movement of her hand, Jiya slips a letter from her pocket. It had been hidden and unopened since she arrived on Lateron. She takes her time in unfolding it, being careful as if it would vanish from her hands with one wrong move. Her sister’s handwriting greet her eyes, and her usual fluid motions were scribbled with obvious excitement.

Dear Jiya,

Do you have any idea how hard it is to try and track you down throughout the galaxy from here in Coruscant?

Jiya smiles, she could nearly hear J’lena’s voice snipping at her. If Jiya was able to, now and then, she’d try and send a secret ping to her siblings. One that only they would know was from her. It was their way of letting each other know that they were safe. J’lena, however, had to take it to another step. The youngest of the Deai siblings dedicated herself to learning as much of the galaxy’s map as she could, piecing each ping she received and deducting where Jiya may end up next. If she was right, Jiya would be greeted on the next planet with a letter.

Many letters were lost in trial and error, but as J’lena grew, so did her skill.

If my guess is right (which it absolutely should be,) you should get this letter on Lateron. At least you’re somewhere Mid Rim this time. The Outer Rim is a pain to find you. Anyway, I need to write this letter quickly, because I have exciting news to share with you! Besides Jayven being announced as heir to Deai Inc, (wow, shocker, surprise)

Jiya rubs her hand over her mouth, stifling back the laugh building in her chest. It was painfully hard to miss the sarcasm in J’lena’s writing. While news of her younger brother becoming heir to their family's legacy was no surprise to any of them, Jiya couldn’t help but remember the forlorn look on his face the last time they spoke in person. As the only son of their father, it was a massive weight he’d have to shoulder at his young age. While his mind was brilliant in engineering, Jiya knew her brother’s heart belonged to flying itself. To be free to fly among and pass all the stars. Jiya sighs inwardly and continues to read

Yay for him. But can you guess who was accepted into the First Republic Medical Academy of Coruscant? If you guessed your favorite sister, you’re totally correct! I start in a month's time!

Jiya keeps her smile relaxed, though it’s hard to ignore the proud feeling she had for her sister. J’lena was always the first to offer a hand to help those who were hurt or sick. Being accepted at the First Republic Medical Academy of Coruscant was the first step in J’lena being able to continue to help and save lives.

Our parents received the news the way I expected them to. Mother was thrilled but then asked if I had any backup plans, aka engineering (you know the backup heir for the company) OR finding a potential husband so I can be a housewife/stay-at-home mother.

Jiya scoffs lightly, turning the page over.

Father reacted…well. Yeah, dad was dad.

Jac Deai was a businessman. Through and through. Even when it came to his family. Jiya had often wondered if he truly left Corellia to follow after his oldest daughter or to expand his shipbuilding business. The more time passed, the more he threw himself into his work. The secret visits from her family over the years had dwindled, from her parents and siblings to her mother and siblings, and now, just her siblings. Even then, the visits were few and far between. Now, their communication seemed to rely on hastily written letters and codes sent from a distance away.

I’m so excited, Jiya, I don’t even care that he doesn’t care. I’m going to become the best physician. I may not be a Jedi, but I want to protect and save lives just like you. You are my greatest inspiration, and you always will be, Big Sister.

I love you.

Always your Little Sister,

J’lena

Jiya reads over the paragraph again, and again. A slight pain of absence seizes her heart for a moment. She longed to properly congratulate both her siblings, to feel them in her arms as she’d hug them close, and truly let them know how much she adored them and how much they both inspired her to continue to protect the Republic. And most importantly, them.

Folding the letter Jiya tucks it back into her robe. She leans back, looking out the window as the stars continue to fly by. She wished they were going home… but each passing star carried them further and further away.

Jairo rubs his eyes and blinks away the sleep that threatened to overtake him. “Master,” He gets out between yawns. “How much longer till the uh…”

“Prime Minister,” Jiya supplies, keeping her arms folded and eyes on the door before them, she casts her Padawan a slightly disapproving gaze as he goes to yawn again and Jairo instead coughs into his elbow.

“How much longer until the Prime Minster shows up?” Jairo asks shuffling his weight from foot to foot. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand for.

Not only was Xerus a planet known for its long nights, but Jairo now knew it as a planet that lacked any basic courtesy. When they arrived they were hastily escorted into a small and dimly lit room of the royal home and simply told to ‘wait’. However long that would be. Jairo couldn’t help but notice the lack of chairs instantly.

Jiya doesn’t answer right away, her eyes scan over the room for what felt like the hundredth time. Jairo watches her, and subtly copies her motion. Jiya’s brows furrow as they settle back on the door. Something was not right. A small unease had begun to rise in her as she first stepped foot on the planet, and now, that unease grew more with each passing minute. “Jairo, stay close to me at all times.” She says instead.

“But-”

“Jairo.” Jiya looks at him, her tone is gentle but firm. It’s one that Jairo has come to learn not to argue with.

“Yes, Master.” Jairo relents.

It’s then that the door finally opens and the Prime Minister sweeps in, a young woman by his side. Jairo’s eyes catch her’s in an instant. Even in the dimness of the room, he could see her brightly colored irises. A shy smile comes to the young woman’s mouth as she gives a small bow of her head as she’s announced. Jairo’s eyes widen as he realizes Jiya bows more deeply and formally. She’s the princess of Xerus. His bow is awkward, and he nearly tumbles as he goes too far. A soft giggle comes from the princess and a sigh from Jiya.

He barely hears the talk between the Prime Minister and Jiya as he dares a look back at the princess.

“I have never met a Jedi before,” Comes the princess's voice as she wanders up to him. Jairo stands upright, fixing his robes hastily. “You’re quite young,” she points out

“Well I’m not a Jedi,” Jairo begins, seeing the confusion that comes across her face, he quickly explains “not yet exactly, I mean, I’m not a Jedi Knight. I’m still training with my Master.” He says, motioning to Jiya.

The princess looks over to the Prime Minister and Jiya. There’s a solemn look on Jiya’s face as she listens to the man before her. Jairo watches them quietly. His catch onto a chain around the man’s waist, where a pendant dangled. Its hard to make out in the dim room, but he’s able to study its shape and pattern.

A beat of hesitation comes over the princess, and her hand reaches out and gently wraps around Jairo’s. His eyes turn back to her. “You must be careful,” She warns in a whisper. “The creature you’ll be seeking out is dangerous. But the darkness of Xerus hides much more,”

Jairo nods slowly, then pauses. “W-Wait, creature?” He questions. Neither he nor Jiya had been given too much detail on their mission for Xerus. Only that a desperate plea for help had come in and they were the closest to answer. The princess nods, and moves to a chiffonier, opening it, she pulls out a lantern. “What creature?” Jairo asks as she comes back. The princess holds the lantern to him. Jairo carefully takes it.

“This will help in the dark, but it’s not just the creature I think we should be fearful of.” She says worriedly. Her eyes flick to the Prime Minister, Jairo follows her gaze and frowns. The unease Jiya had felt began to rise in him as well.

Xerus was a planet of perpetual night. Sixteen long standard hours of darkness. Without the relief of stars or a moon, Jiya and Jairo moved carefully as they could through the terrain. Jiya raises her comm and dials. “Ma’rci, Lola. Jairo and I are on Xerus…” She begins.

Jairo walks ahead, his gaze carefully taking in as much of the surroundings as he could in. The land turned from flat to a small forest. He squints against the inky blackness before him and holds up the lantern. “Master,” He starts, slowing his steps, looking back to Jiya. “there’s a feeling about off of this that I can’t shake.”

Jiya ends her comm call and looks to Jairo. “That would make two of us,” She admits, coming to his side.

The local village they had left not too long ago did little to provide much help. Many of the people were terrified and standoffish. Not that Jiya and Jairo could blame them. The creature had swept through their town so often and slaughtured countless. No one had come to help. A few blamed the royal family, while some remained loyal to them. Oddly, those who were loyal still, seemed to be the ones that suffered. Jairo had nearly missed the symbol of the Prime Minister carved into some of stone houses.

“Especially with the Prime Minister” He points out, looking at Jiya. It felt more like a suspicious guess on his part. But he had to say something. Jiya doesn’t respond, though a thoughtful look does cross her face, her chin dipping a slight nod.

Their search continues, the woods becoming heavier and thicker. Jiya slows her steps, catching the sight of long claw marks against a wall of stone. Her hand catches Jairo’s shoulder, stilling him. He quickly shines the lantern over the stone wall and heart begins to race. “Master, I think we’re not too-” He begins, a loud screech carries through the air, drowining him out. Jiya barely has a chance to turn before there’s a harsh wind. The lantern falls with a clatter and Jairo’s shout is cut short.

Jiya ignites her lightsaber and looks around. “Jairo?! Jairo!” She calls out. There was no sign of her Padawan. There’s a growl and rustle of trees, and the form of Jairo falls down limply to the ground.

Hidden between the trees, a creature dark and terrible lurks. Jiya catches the red of its glowing eyes, and she can make out one of its giant clawed hand moving for Jairo once more.

“Jairo!” Jiya cries, running towards his fallen body. A flash of indigo flies through the dark, and the creature’s hand falls limply to the ground. Jiya doesn’t flinch as the creature screeches in pain and rages her way. She moves protectively in front of Jairo, and glares steadily into the glowing red eyes before her. Moving her lightsaber in a Jedi-ready stance, Jiya keeps her eyes on the creature for its next move. It’s large, much bigger than the Prime Minister had led her to believe. With the glow of her lightsaber, she can see its giant jaw and many rows of teeth.

The creature lunges and Jiya moves Jairo’s body away with the Force, barely dodging the creature’s attack. She’s able to cut into its side briefly. The creature shrieks and makes a grab at her. Jiya jumps from its grasp, slashing at it once more.

Jairo groans as consciousness return back to him, a hard pounding in his head. Blinking away the haze in his eyes, he rubs his head, feeling a slip of blood from a cut, and winces. The sound of a fight echoes in his ears and through the trees, he sees Jiya’s lightsaber swinging and the form of the creature lunging at her. Jairo forces away the dizziness and ignites his own lightsaber, running toward them. “Master!” He calls

With a roar, the creature swings its thick tail at Jiya. She grunts as her body slams into a tree, the branches breaking and snapping painfully against her back. Her body hits the ground with a thud, and her lightsaber rolls from her grip. Jiya winces, her vision momentarily blurred with agony.

“Jiya!” Jairo yells in warning as the creature makes its way towards her again. “Master, look out!” He shouts, running through the trees. Jiya scrambles back on her hands, the feel of the lantern scrapping against her finger. In a desperate move, Jiya swings the lantern towards it. Hoping for a distraction long enough for Jairo. The creature snorts, backing away suddenly, as if repelled. Jiya hesitates for a moment as confusion comes over her. The creature growls and moves forward tentatively. Jiya grunts, swinging the lantern again.

The creature screeches backing away.

Jairo makes it to her side, standing at the ready with his lightsaber. “What was that?” He questions in astonishment. The creature prowls before them as if barred by an unseen wall. Jiya looks at the lantern then to Jairo

“Your gift from the princess,” Jiya says, holding the object to him, blowing loose thick strands of her hair that had fallen from her braid from out of her face. Jairo takes the lantern, looking over it carefully before stilling at the sight of an all too familiar symbol at the bottom.

The Prime Minister’s symbol. Jairo and Jiya share a look, and then back to the creature.

“There’s something about this symbol that keeps that monster at bay,” Jairo says, turning the lantern over, urging it at the creature. It hisses and turns its head. Jiya winces as she finally stands to her feet.

“This seems like a question only the Prime Minister may be able to answer,” Jiya points out, rolling her shoulders. Holding out her hand, she wills her lightsaber back to her grip.

Jairo snorts, holding up the lantern higher. “But is he willing to is the real question?”

There’s a shap sound of a blater, and the lantern shatters in Jairo’s hands. The Padawan yelps and shakes his hands from the broken glass as suddenly, they’re plunged into total darkness. The safety of the symbol, gone.

The creature looms to its full height.

“Actually, I think we need to run,” Jairo breathes, backing away.

“Excellent thinking,” Jiya agrees turning on her heel.

The creature bellows and gives its prey chase.

Jairo leaps over another fallen tree, his feet hitting the ground running. Jiya ducks under more low hanging branches, racing for the end of the woods. The creature remains relentless, despite its injuries. It large form barrleling through the trees. The pounding of its legs comes closer and closer as it gains on them. Finally, they break past the forests edge. But its no where near far enough from the monster.

Jairo half expects the sound of its jaw ripping into them, but it’s the sound of blasters that comes instead. Skidding to a stop, Jiya and Jairo look back. A familiar starship comes into view as it circles around the creature. The creature stumbles from the blasts. Jiya is able spy Ma’rci’s lithe form jumping from the ship, igniting her lightsaber as she sails through the air, towards the creature. The creature bellows loudly when her lightsaber stabs into its back, tearing through his skin as she slides down. Lola salutes from the cockpit and lands the ship.

“Knight Bouchard!” Jairo cheers, throwing a fist in the air as he watches Ma’rci. From a top the creature, she gives him a smirk and wink, swinging another blow into the beast.

Jiya comes to Lola as he friend walks up. “Glad you got my call,” She says relieved.

Lola smiles to Jiya. “Its a good thing we weren’t too far,” She says. The monster’s arm comes swinging their way. Without missing a beat, Lola holds her hand up, blocking it blow with the Force, before flinging it away.

“Easy there!” Mar’ci’s voice snaps, gripping tightly to the monster’s horned head almost falling from the sudden moment. With another strike of her lightsaber, she’s able to bring it down. Jairo feels the ground shake under his feet at the massive weight falling.

Mar’ci skillfully lands after the collide, twisting her lightsaber, and raises it for the last blow.

In its light, Jairo’s eye catches an imprint against thr creature’s neck. “Wa-wait! Knight Bouchard, don’t kill it!” He exclaims. When Mar’ci hesitates, he’s before the monster, blocking it from any other blow. “Master,” He calls to Jiya, pointing to the mark. Jiya’s eyes furrow as she walks over, the closer she walks, the more realization sets within her.

“Very good eye, Jairo.” Jiya compliments. Lola comes by Mar’ci’s side, curiously inspecting what her friends were seeing. “Lola,” She says, turning to her and Mar’ci “How much weight can your ship pull?”

Mar’ci’s face falls in confusion, “I don’t like the sound of that question,” she remarks, glancing at Lola, then to Jiya, crossing her arms

Lola thinks for a moment, looking back to the monster that laid unconscious. “It can pull enough.”

Mar’ci sighs “Well, this will be a fun trek back to town,”

The confrontation of the Prime Minister went as much as any of them expected.

Sourly.

It seemed a coup of the royal family had been in his plans for years. The monster had been an effective way to turn the citizens against them. His symbol being a way of controlling the beast. A nice trick picked up from a witch. Once confronted, the Prime Minister reacted with his loyal followers attacking the Jedi and taking the princess hostage. Jairo took off after them without a thought.

Jiya sighs, wondering if there was such a thing as a simple mission. Jairo sits still as she finishes wrapping the bandage around his arm, his eyes flicking toward her, then away.

“I’m not mad, Jairo,” Jiya says, answering an unasked question. Her Padawan looks to her, for a moment, she sees a chagrined look in his eyes, before he closes them and nods silently.

Jiya watches him assiduous, her student was never one to be so silent. “You allowed some of your choices to be affected by your emotions,” she points out gently. She doesn’t miss the slight cringe that wrinkles his nose and trains her smile to remain straight. “You care for the Princess,” she adds.

Jairo finally looks at her. “Master, I couldn’t just let him hurt her.” He protests. He winces as he moves his arm. He was lucky that the aim from the Prime Minister’s blaster had missed, unlike the shot he took at their lantern before.

“I know,” Jiya agrees. “And I’m glad that you did not. But Jairo, you need to be careful, look at what happened to you.” She says holding a hand to his arm.

Jairo frowns slightly, “What was I supposed to do?” He questions back. “Just stuff down what I know is right to do? How can we do the right things as Jedi if we ignore what we feel?” He continues in his questioning.

Maybe it was the excitement of everything finally catching up, or the lack of sleep taking its effect on him, but either way, Jairo felt his mind swarm with countless thoughts. Confusion the most rancorous of them all. “Sometimes, I don’t understand…” he says off with a tired groan, burying his face into his hands.

Jiya allows a moment to pass, and waits till his breathing settles.

“Jairo,” Jiya says firmly, gaining his attention

Jiya holds his gaze assuringly. “You saved a life today. Many lives, in fact. Mine included,” She says. Jairo’s shoulders straightened a bit at her words but still, his gaze remained unsure. Jiya sits back. “My family,” she starts, her stomach jumping slightly. “Are the reason I do everything in my power to protect the peace we have,” she says. It feels as though all at once a great weight is both lifted and placed on her shoulders.

Jairo watches her, the familiar softness coming back to his eyes. “Do you still…” He trails off.

“Yes,” Jiya says quickly, not wanting to hear the full question.

Jairo accepts her answer with a subtle nod.

Jiya stands, placing a hand on his shoulder. “This is a talk to have after we’ve had more sleep,” She states. “Go talk to the Princess. I’m sure she’d like to thank you and have your company,”

Jairo rises to his feet “But what about-”

“Jairo,” Jiya cuts in, a smile finally coming to her lips, “go before I send you along with the party to take back the monster.”

Jairo pauses. “You know, she did say she wanted to talk. But wouldn’t that be…”

“Talking with a new ‘friend’.” Jiya confirms easily, with a knowing look “Yes.”

Jairo grins slightly. “Thank you, Master.” He says, heading off. “Oh!” He calls, turning and looking to her as he walks backwards. “Better take this time to reply to your letter!”

He’s gone and around the corner before she can respond. Jiya stares after his wake.

Yes, they’d have a talk back on Coruscant and a maybe after whole day of sleep, indeed,

#jiya deai #jairo res #marcie bouchard #lola duchamp #it’s gonna get heavy from here on out

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terendelev · 2 years

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Estinien going "where... did you learn that?" And Calian just explaining he didn't- he just thought it would feel good + it's always good to appreciate the dragoon's beauty to the fullest and THEN estinien immediately does it to him since Calian now has bangs and goes "hm you're right." YOU KNOW? Reverse uno card. He's also allowed to appreciate his bf's beauty. I like to imagine while Calian blushes Estinien would mutter some compliments about him but mostly to himself, like he didn't even planned to say it out loud, he's just whipped ur honor. THEM <3

YOU ARE KILLING ME SVSBNSNSNSN

Both of them are holding their bangs and blushing like crazy while Alphinaud is watching them amd trying to understand if they are FINALLY together or not.

I can imagine Estinien having lots of fans after being the Azure Dragoon but never complimented for his beauty since he wears his helm -nobody knows how he looks except Aymeric and Alberic- and people adored him mostly for his skill in battle so he is not used to be called beautiful especially by the man he loves. Same for Calian he has insecurities and now Estinien finds him adorable?

#i seriously should start EW because i know he becomes a Scion and spends time with them #i want other scions to stand there like 👁👄👁 while trying to understand if they are together #also ty for sending this now i know at least someone likes those two

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www-brontide · 2 months

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Hello again! I hope you're well. May I request for some Valentine's Day headcanons for Wanderer and Xiao? How are they going to celebrate it (or will they ever, considering their personalities?🥹) with a softie Reader who wants to spend quality time with them?

Also, yes, I'd be honored to be added in your list of emoji anons. Thank you!^^

- 🌙

— anything for your smile, my dear.

how do they spend valentine’s day with their partner?

characters. wanderer. xiao.

genre. fluff.

cw. wanderer being wanderer. wanderer gives you a brooch. wingwoman nahida? wingwoman nahida. clueless n confused xiao (cutie). use of xiao’s real name (alatus. LOOK I LOVE IT OKAY). xiao is whipped for his s/o and steps out of his comfort zone for them. 🥺 1.5k words.

a/n. wdym xiao has one bullet more than scara? idk what ure talking abt <33 tysm for requesting, 🌙 anon! i had so much fun writing this!!

wanderer ❀ eons adrift

Has never celebrated nor cared about Valentine’s Day in his 500 years of living, to be quite honest. In his previous iteration as Kabukimono, perhaps there was a time where he was intrigued by it, but the Wanderer is not the same “naive and blank-slated” person as he once was. As The Balladeer, he’d most likely see it as a frivolous and cheesy holiday, one where his mechanical eyes and ears would be begging for maintenance after seeing all those gross — his words — lovey-dovey couples on the streets who can’t seem to keep their hands off the other.

Plus, he never quite had anyone to celebrate Valentine’s Day with, even if he did care. Well, that was until you came into his life. While he can be a bit… unfiltered and sharp-tongued, he really does love and cherish you a lot. Not that he’d ever say that to your face so openly without the slightest bit of shame (but it is so obvious in the way he holds you in his arms so tenderly during intimate moments, no matter what denial nonsense comes out of that mouth of his). Maybe he will one day — but who knows? This man (puppet?) is unpredictable.

When you propose the idea of spending Valentine’s Day with him, and when Lesser Lord Kusanali suggested that the Wanderer could celebrate the romantic holiday with you, he won’t lie that he was a bit apprehensive at first. But after some “careful consideration” — by consideration, I mean the Wanderer accidentally overthinking about the day of love whether he likes it or is aware of it or not — it did start to sway his initial mindset about Valentines bit by bit, which also leads him to realize that you truly did wish to spend time with him since the time you both spent apart due to his studies in the Akademiya.

With that realization, the Wanderer recalls a moment where he’d seen you gazing a certain brooch in awe during a stroll around the Grand Bazaar at your request, but when he turned to you as if questioning if you wanted it, you quickly shook off your head along with that feeling of want (you preferred to spend Mora on essentials). He’s seen people gifting their significant others with, well.. gifts. And chocolate, but that was cliché and rather overrated in his eyes, and not to mention, he despises sweets and chocolate is practically a diabetic disaster waiting to happen, according to him.

When the day of love rolls around, you and the Wanderer ended up stargazing once night falls after a small picnic (that Lesser Lord Kusanali helped a little in setting it up) in a very secluded spot in Sumeru’s rainforest, since Celestia forbid any of the other students from the Akademiya catches the two of you being soft with one another on your date. Admittedly, you were quite surprised when your usually uninterested in “redundant” activities decided to spend this day with you, but hey, who were you to complain when your beloved boyfriend took the time to set all this up for you, despite already saying that simply spending time with him was enough?

He ends the day with gifting you that brooch you seemed to like — which stunned you at first since that was how many months ago, but it’s best not to underestimate your beloved’s memory. You lightheartedly teased him a little for it, but you were painfully aware of how much you meant to him, and even more so of how much he meant to you, and how flustered and pouty the Wanderer can get if you poked light fun at him. Would he celebrate Valentine’s Day again with you next year? …Yes, most likely (just please go easy on him, LMAO). As cheesy as it may sound for the likes of him, he did like love seeing your pretty smile throughout your picnic and stargazing date.

xiao ❀ vigilant yaksha

Baby… Sigh. He’s heard of Valentine’s Day before on multiple occasions, and sometimes even sees other couples celebrating this day, but at the time, like the Wanderer, he didn’t really care much for it. He has his duties as a Guardian Yaksha and as an adeptus, after all. What little free time he has, Xiao used to spend reflecting. But nowadays, he spends it with you who’s given him nothing but happiness, love and peace — feelings that he never thought he’d feel again, much less even deserve after everything he’s done way before ever meeting you.

Unlike the Wanderer, however, Alatus was neutral about the subject of Valentine’s Day; not taking the time to celebrate it but never really hating it either. So, he didn’t think too much of it before he got together with you. Sometimes, when he doesn’t have much to do after finishing his duties, he sees romantic decorations around the Inn when February arrives and his first thought is usually, “why go through all this trouble for a single day that only happens once a month every year?” He found it to be rather odd and unnecessary, as with most things that involved mortals — and a waste of Mora for decorations and garlands that they probably wouldn’t even reuse again when they could be spending their riches more responsibly.

He is also rather puzzled on why this day exists to begin with when they can shower their significant other with love and affection on literally any other day (or everyday) besides the 14th of February. Human customs are strange, but if it was for you, Alatus would try his best to wrap his head around it, as unorthodox as it may seem to be for him. I have a feeling that once he has enough of a solid grip of the holiday, he wouldn’t be like those type of significant others to surprise their lover on Valentine’s. Rather, he’d consult you about it beforehand, asking what you two would like to do if you did decide on celebrating it, and if you even wanted to celebrate it in the first place.

In his eyes, it’s much better to ask than to plan a surprise that one’s significant other potentially might not have like very much. Alatus has witnessed such misfortune in the past on Valentine’s Day, and he’d rather it not happen to the both of you. Because while he may not voice it out loud, your acceptance and approval both matter to him quite a lot. Yet when you tell him that you do wanna celebrate the day of love, but you’re just content with just spending time with him, he was at a bit of a loss, even if his heart melted at your words. He knows he shouldn’t be surprise that you don’t ask for a lot considering your naturally appreciative and accepting nature, but it never ceases to catch him off-guard each time. (He’s glad you are that way though, if he’s being honest.)

After asking Zhongli for ideas, the former Geo Archon suggested that Alatus and you simply try to step out of both of your comfort zones, and try out each other’s hobbies. As an adeptus who is constantly inner demons and monsters affected by his karmic debt, his responsibilities leave little time for him to actively develop hobbies. He does like to spar (as evidenced by his Hobbies voiceline), but Alatus would rather die than end up hurting his beloved during a match — even if getting hurt was quite literally the point of a spar, or if it was an accident. So, he tries out your hobbies instead, since they were probably a lot less dangerous and risky than his (but even if you did share his hobby in sparring, you’d have better chances at making a mountain laugh than have Alatus of all people spar with you).

Once the 14th arrives, you and Xiao have an absolute field day, even if this was you guys’ first Valentine’s Day with one another. Normally, Alatus wouldn’t carve out an entire day out of his schedule considering his duty as a yaksha, but well… it’s you. Plus, you’re both equally busy, so aside from the late hours of the night and the early morning, you two regrettably don’t get to spend as much time with each other as much you and he would like. Therefore today was an important day, for you and him. From Qingxin and Glaze Lily-picking, to painting or sketching, and just exploring Liyue in general and collecting all sorts of little “trinkets” that caught the other’s eye. Even though it wasn’t a typical “romantic” Valentines date, what truly mattered was that you got to spend time with each other.

Alatus would never forget that wonderful smile on your face as you two did all sorts of things, so genuinely happy to be spending a whole day with him with little interruption. If it meant that you’d be smiling so happily like that for the years to come, he’d probably do just about anything, even though he knows better than anyone that hardship, sorrow and obstacles are inevitable in one’s life — that much was especially true for gods and mortals alike. But even so, for as long as his life allows him, he’ll be your partner, always protecting the smile he’s grown to love over time. That’s enough for him.

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seelestia · 1 year

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hello hello!!!

omg YES I would totally invite u first to my gaming club. (and I would probably put a special collection of books for you if u have a tendency to whip out books. reading is fun, too!)

no, it was cloudy! I too despise the sun. (thoma should be up there you ..!) but it was really warm for winter, so I took a walk around our school gardens and that always puts me in a good mood! (being surrounded by so much life makes me happy!)

I totally don't mind at all, you asking about my arts!! I was drawing ur genshin oc at some point (please he looks like such a sweetheart I wanna be his friend) and then it inspired me to create my own Oc! May show u the concept later ^^

all the geo characters are honestly so cool djcwdkhksjdh oh and I've fallen in love with Heizou,,,, and again with Kuni,,,,, (did you SEE the teaser??? Crying on my bed rn)

*hugs u* Bye Lia <3 take care

-michikinonn ( so catchy!)

michikinon, hiii! >:) i'm your honorary club member now, but you're too accommodating with me tho... you should bonk me on the head and tell me to focus on the actual purpose of the club 😩 IKRRR like fr thankful for the vitamin D, but the sun looks better when it's behind floofy clouds <//3 i'll even hold up a parasol for us both, so we can pretend to be vampires under the blazing sun 🥸 (/lh) i'm glad you got to take a walk around the school gardens tho! that must be so relaxing~ i do that sometimes too and it makes me feel like a lost wannabe cinderella, hehe. ✨

wait, you were drawing my oc and it helped inspire you to make one of your own?? OH MY DAYS??!? I'M SO HONORED?? i'd love to hear about your oc's concept! it's been some time since i've talked about genshin oc's with someone, so just know that i'm dropping everything for you rn >:) and yeah, caelin is a sweetheart, but he is a little awkward to the point you'd doubt he is a merman god (well, he did technically live under a rock... or under the surface, you could say /lh).

they are! i hope you get to pull more geo characters in the future like zhongli because my team has never died ever since i got that man ;D ALSO, heizou and kuni??? it seems you've fallen for the short jerks... but i don't blame you because me too 🚶 AND YES, I HAVE! why does hoyoverse gotta make scara so... so huggable, we are not your strongest soldiers. (/j)

#his trailers have lots of references to bohemian rhapsody by queen too! just smth i noticed hfjejjdjsk #...scaramouche scaramouche will you do the fandago *gets hurled*#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest michiki anon! 🧺

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spicyvampire · 4 years

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Sana : kicks the ball back to Malik

Malik :

#skam italia #this man is whipped ur honor

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flokali · 2 years

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i am. SO SORRY for my last three asks being hornee but. do u think xhongli would b into being collared. this is for science and by science i mean parading my favorite prettiest goodest boy around by the leash -💉 [despite foaming at the mouth over zhongli im actually a mostly a kaeya simp so just fucking seeing him in ur other response had me 💖👄💖 LMAO]

Omg don’t worry… I don’t blame you at all :’) Like, Zhongli makes everyone’s hormones at least 10x more sensitive every second.

And Kaeya? Please… I love him so much, I’ve been building him to add on my team and he’s just so !! Like, ask me more about him… he’s also lowkey my favorite 🤧😵‍💫

All I’m saying is… if you think Zhongli is down bad and horny, Kaeya is on the ground and digging deeper.

The rest of the ask is bellow!

Normal! Zhongli? I’m not so sure — even Yandere! Zhongli would hesitate a bit, but Rem/Vita Zhongli?

He’d be honored, really! The fact you took the time to pick a collar and a leash for him have him quite flustered, he’s craved your attention for centuries after all.

Behind his stone-like and composed exterior, one fit for a God such as himself, he’s nothing but a whipped man. Even before he became “Zhongli”, as Morax and Rex Lapis, he’s always been hopelessly devoted to you — he has never really tried to deny it (even though there was a time long since passed where he would have mocked and scowl at your existence, a fact he’s very much ashamed of), so there’s really no hesitation when he hooks the leash to the collar adorning his neck.

He never takes it off, even if you tell him it’s not necessary — that it’s a gift for certain occasions and that he doesn’t need to spend every moment of his life wearing it — his neck feels empty now whenever he’s not wearing your gift; so he’s always wearing it. Simple problems require simple solutions.

A very delusional part of him sees it as you claiming ownership over him, which is something he really quite enjoys; that means you like him? That you’re proud of him, that his years of hard work have paid off, that he’s your favorite; that you love him.

That’s really all he could ask for and more.

There’s a sick sense of pride that hazes his head whenever you take him out, even if it’s just to walk around the gardens of your teapot, your hand softly tugging at the leash, his body jolting in pleasure at the way you bring him closer. He’s a God, he’s strong — he could break away from the flimsy chains that shackle him to you and yet he behaves, stays put in his spot as you spoil him with love.

Zhongli knows other acolytes glare at him, how they wish it were them in his place, and he adores it. Even after all these years, an emotion as ugly as the sick pride and joy he feels from their envious stares beats within his heart.

He all but melts in his shoes when you tell him he’s your prettiest boy, how glad you are about having such a handsome, loyal man such as himself by your side — how enchanted you are by his willingness to serve; words like these only stroke his already quite large ego.

Let’s just hope no one challenges his spot as your favorite.

#yandere genshin impact #self aware genshin #yandere genshin #yandere genshin au #genshin impact x reader #yandere zhongli #yandere morax #genshin impact #yandere harem #yandere red lapis #๋࣭ ancient scrolls #๋࣭. shino’s offerings #๋࣭. Hidden devotee: Syringe #๋࣭. nsft

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noodle-anime · 2 years

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i'm trying word of honor and it is DERANGED i'm having a great time

literally the worst sword fight i've ever seen

dramatic stripping while hallucinating the dead ex-boyfriend

multiple political deaths

my guy is coughing blood and only has two years to live

the sets, costumes, and wigs are INCREDIBLY elaborate and actually quite good i think

it's only been half an hour!

this is an action telenovela, that's what's going on

oh also he paints

everybody quotes poetry that i'm sure has great significance but i do not understand that reference

ah i think he's been exiled possibly?

now he's doing the mission impossible mask. my guy how am i supposed to keep track of who's who i just got here

they spend their whole budget on styrofoam rocks and funny hats and the fight scenes are just disconnected slow motion shots of people flailing

the way you identify a ghost is 1. funny hat 2. lipstick 3. red eyeliner 3. other assorted makeup/hair looks

TIME SKIP. MY GUY I JUST GOT HERE, SLOW DOWN.

where do they get these sets??? this is a whole street

SLOW PAN UP THE TEACUP AND GENTLY FLAPPING FAN LADIES AND GENTS LOVE INTEREST IDENTIFIED

ah this girly is cute ur honor

oh she's got a WHIP. nice.

what i assume is supposed to be a teenager out getting pastries for mom: oh! a random guy who sits on the side of the road drinking and knows some martial arts! here's my business card, come stay at my house

my guy: tanned, fit, lies on the street drinking, knows martial arts, unkempt but otherwise just A Dude

everyone he meets: obviously this man is dying

i mean he IS dying but how do you know??? he just coughed. once. maybe it was a gnat. it wasn't even a big cough it was just a little cough. do regular people not cough.

Aaaaaaah good old magic sword man flight aka t-posing to assert dominance over gravity

Magic sword man fighting style two: spinning!

oooh he's got one of them bendy swords

BOAT CABBIE HAS SWORDS!!! GO GET EM DUDE!

cabbie man, dying: pay your fucking tab

cabbie man: in place of silver i will accept you adopting this random child. if you don't i'll turn your bones into soup.

love interest: if you do martial arts in front of me i'll show up to fight you at random, compliment your fighting and your face, and make meaningful intense eye contact with you

"here, eat my dinner. c'mon. c'mon. I'm complimenting you with poetry. eat my bread on a stick."

there is something Deeply Wrong with this love interest 😁

"Look at me aren't I so impressive reciting poetry for you?! I'm handsome and dramatic pay attention to me"

Oh we have a SAVAGE grandma on the scene

"No don't leeeeeeaaaaaave come on a road trip with meeeeeeee"

*wheezing* "you don't understand he's pretty and smart and has nice shoulders I can't NOT fuck him"

EVIL STRING! EVIL STRING!

"I put on a new outfiiiiiiit and I'm sitting prettily next to the road with tea! Randomly! Come sit with me! Oh youre at the river let me recite poetry for you! Wait where are you going come back"

THERE IS NO ROOM IN THIS IN BC SURPRISE! I BOUGHT THE INN

Oh noooo there's only one presidential suite we'll have to share! Oh no!

Oh is he a ghost???? I want to know your secrets stalker man

AHA HE IS HE'S CRACKING THE WALNUTS LIKE THE GHOST DUDE

New fighting style unlocked: smack them in the face with a wet rag

HE HAS THE CONSUMPTION

"Oh mercy me I'm just minding my own business playing romantic flute music on my boat with a famous chef passing by your location for 😊 no 😊 reason 😘"

Has this man ever actually managed to have a drink in his gourd or does he just pull it out to shake upside down when people are trying to make eye contact with him

He done killed a man with a ham hock

Join me in my stalking ways, child, if we both rope him he can't get away!

and that's where i'm stopping for now :)

#word of honor #anime in progress #seems to be my liveblog tag???#and i think i should have a separate tag for non-anime let's call it #anime adjacents #let's use #noodle watches #for actual liveblog posts

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deniigi · 2 years

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(slams into ur askbox like a cat taking a corner and tokyo drifting) can i get . onion drop :)

Onion Drop

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Qui-Gon has had the child for six weeks now, and he is pleased to say that he has finally resigned himself to never sleeping again. It took some time, and man, what a fight.

But he is here now, ever vigilant.

If Maul was less adverse to being touched, Qui would have set the little boy in his lap to monitor him judiciously until he was at a point, in fourteen years, where he could be trusted not to steal bites of the frankly upsettingly wide array of allium that the kitchen staff so kindly prepared for the masses. But as the kitchen staff’s generosity was endless, so too Qui’s vigilance had to be.

Maul had been entrusted to him by Grandmaster Yoda. It was an honor. A privilege. He definitely did not already have his hands full with the little initiate Obi-Wan that he had been assigned to keep out of trouble while the crèche underwent structural repairs.

He—saw that.

“Ah,” he said. “No. Give it.”

Maul whipped giant yellow eyes onto him in innocence that turned to bubbling ire in milliseconds. His tattooed fingers clenched around the shell in his hand like it was the only thing between him and a terrible afterlife.

“No,” Qui repeated. “Come now.”

He held out his hand for the shell. He had to give this boy a chance to decide for himself. That was what everyone kept saying was missing from child rearing tod—

A wet sticky egg, complete with semi-cooked yolk, was plopped right into the center of his palm.

Qui stared. Maul did, too.

They both turned to the boy sat between them.

Obi-Wan had enormous, guileless blue eyes. And now he no longer had half of the egg Qui had just dedicated many minutes in persuading him to eat.

Maul seized the chance to cram the whole clam into his mouth and start crunching down as fast as his jaw could work.

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I believe this was one of a handful of early attempts to write Maul and Obi-Wan as jedi brothers. The reason for the title, I remember now, comes from the fact that I thought baby Maul wouldn't be able to digest onion or garlic.

#fic #obi-wan kenobi #jedi maul #qui-gon jinn #ask game #ficlet

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amethyst-allium · 2 years

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YOUR WRITING LITERALLY MADE ME CRY can u do something scarian wing preening if ur up for fic requests

hello this ask literally made my entire day, thank you so much you absolute sweetie! I AM open for requests, and I'd be super happy to do a scarian fic for you!! I've whipped something up, so please enjoy<3

“It’s like.. The principle, y’know?”

Grian was waving his arms about in one grand gesture after another. He seemed stressed, frazzled, and had been prattling on to Scar for nearly forty five minutes at this point.

Scar, in the meantime, was studiously checking every single feather on Grian’s massive set of wings. He had one stretched out, his fingers and eyes scouring for any loose or otherwise twisted feathers along the massive lines of primaries and secondaries. He was presently focused on a particularly stubborn primary, a brightly colored red.

“Mhm, mhm,” Scar had zeroed in on the problem child, his tongue stuck out of his mouth like a cat caught between licks, absolutely focused as was quite unlike the typically distractible man.

“Scar.. Scar? Scar, are you even listening?!” Grian’s back jolted straight just as Scar nicked the feather from its spot.

"Got it! ..What? Oh, yeah. The principle- right. I’m listening.”

Grian’s frown deepened, though it had started to resemble more of a pout at this point.

He rolled his shoulders and wiggled his wings, leaning back for a moment and into Scar’s chest.

Scar chuckled, lowering his head so it sat directly atop Grian’s.

“Sorry, I found a really stubborn one-” he paused for a moment to reach around Grian’s shoulders and present the feather. “But I got it!”

Grian sighed softly, a small smiling pricking at the corners of his lips. But he was hardly paying attention to the feather Scar was twirling between his fingers. Instead, he reached up and poked the tree elf in the cheek.

“I did it again, didn’t I?” Scar paused, closing his eyes and frowning.

“Mmmhm.” Grian turned so his eyes were fixated directly ahead of them.

The sun was setting now, just above the horizon. The pinks, oranges, and reds of the sky were a beautiful reminder of the fleeting passage of time.

“I just want to make sure I don’t accidentally hurt you.. Or grab the wrong feather..” There was a silence between sentences as they pondered the weight of the situation.

Preening wasn’t something just anyone was allowed to do. There were only a handful of folks, even on the Hermitcraft server, that Grian entrusted with the care of his wings. Scar obviously understood this and wanted to make sure he was doing it right. He wouldn’t want to hurt someone so special to him.

But preening was also a time where Grian talked about things important to him. The moment was full of trust and bonding, something that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

“I know,” Grian’s hand kindly cupped the cheek he had previously prodded.

“But what you say is important too.” The two locked eyes and Scar gave Grian an understanding and gentle smile.

They sat like this for a moment, pondering the quiet. The air was getting cooler and they would have to finish up soon, but neither of them liked letting go of these kinds of moments.

“Remember the first time?” Scar’s smile grew into a massive grin and Grian gave a hearty laugh.

“You were shaking like a leaf the whole time!” Grian sunk farther into Scar’s lap, still giggling at the memory.

“I was nervous! I wanted to do a good job!” And I felt so honored to be allowed into your private time that I didn’t want to mess it up. The unspoken words felt truer in the rumbling laughter and nervous grins.

It had been a month or so after the mayoral election in 7. Grian had been particularly flustered and scuffed, trying to preen his wings by himself when Mumbo hadn’t been around to help.

Back then, Scar hadn’t realized just how precious preening was to those with natural bird wings. It took a lot of trust and coordination, this much he understood, but Grian was particularly careful about his screening process. Mumbo had been the only one close enough to the bird-boy at that point to be allowed access to his wings.

Scar had offered to help, and after very careful consideration, Grian accepted his offer.

They had then spent the next four hours, sitting very stiffly, Scar, careful not to hurt his friend while his hands trembled and Grian, still precarious of the situation as a whole, sitting with tight lips and a straight back.

They had grown much more at ease with each other since then. Preening usually only took about an hour now- with Scar still sometimes trembling as he pulled a primary. But on the whole, it was a very loving and doting process, one which both had come to cherish.

It was a time for Grian to talk and Scar to listen. Of course they had the opposite of this exchange for Scar, however, much less to do with feathers. And generally it ended in happy bird hugs from Grian, with lots of cheek smushing and wing flapping. It was Scar’s favorite part of the process, if he was honest.

“I’ll pay better attention. I promise.” Scar planted a soft kiss atop Grian’s head, who leaned into the affection with grace.

Smiling warmly, Grian took Scar’s face in his hands, “I trust you.”

“Alright then.” Grian sat back up and stretched his arms “Let’s finish this.”

“Last row.” Scar leaned forward again, humming softly as he combed through, searching for dirt and other maladies.

Grian inhaled and launched back into his tale of the day, just as boisterous as before.

The two carried on like this for another ten minutes or so, before Scar finished and was bombarded with cuddles, much more loving and keen than any he had received before.

#undomielles #fic requests #scarian #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #hermitcraft #thank you so much for being my first fic request im ;^;#i hope i did alright!!#butterfly chattin #💜🖊#🦋🖊#he loves me #💜

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