#ugh i dreaded this episode okay | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

pedrostylez · 8 months

Text

Something Else- pt. 4

pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!reader

chapter summary: As you learn things about Frankie, you wonder how much Anna realizes how she affected you. Frankie is adamant about getting to know you more, exposing you to his life in ways Anna hasn’t been exposed to Santiago’s

rating: 18+ (no minors please) Explicit

word count: 7k

warnings etc: Frankie w/o a daughter, triple frontier movie plot has happened, protected p in v, oral (m and f receiving) dirty talk, breast play, eating, mentions of missing meals, jealousy, friendship dynamics, fluff, pet names, friendships, jealousy, competition, drinking, 2nd person pov, no use of y/n

A/N: Happy Frankie Friday! I hope you're just as excited as I am for their first date :) Things will continue to get heavier as we progress, and I might start putting out drabbles of back stories? Like Anna's reactions or Santi's observations? Idk, let me know what you think about that before I do it lol. Please support by commenting, sending me thoughts, and reblogging. I appreciate every single one of you who reads this!

Taglist: @meveispunk, @jitterbugs927, @sullyosully @3sriracha @alltheseperfectimperfections @nandan11 @jake-g-lockley, @theanothersherlockian, @anoverwhelmingdin, @guelyury, @harriedandharassed, @wintersquirrel @scarletthefierce @paleidiot

You’ve been dreading seeing Anna.

She came to your job to “just buy a coffee” to set up a girl’s night with you, and it was forced beyond belief.

You really do love her like a sister, and sometimes sisters need space. You put on that face that your mother taught you early on; smile and deal with it.

“I was thinking we could watch something silly, like just a couple episodes of a cartoon or something?” She asks at the end of the coffee bar, sipping from her matcha latte, that she requested you make because you “make it best.” Oat milk, a couple pumps of vanilla, light ice. You glance up at her as you wipe down the counter–even in just a t-shirt and jeans she looks effortlessly put together. Her hair is down, soft curls framing her face with a dewiness you’ve never been able to pull off.

You sigh, setting the rag back in the sanitizing water. “Sure, that sounds okay. Do we want to cook?” You suggest, trying to show you are putting in effort.

The bell above the door rings as you continue the conversation with her, smiling at all the right times and helping move the conversation along. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a hat, and whip your head over to see Frankie and Benny, Santiago already coming over to Anna.

“Hey!” Anna squeals, hugging around Santi. “What are you doing here?”

“You said you were going to stop by, and we just got done at the hangar so we thought to pick something up,” Santiago says quietly, looking up at you and giving you a knowing smirk. “Frankie wanted to have a drink made by his girl anyway.”

You can feel your face flush red at the implication, looking over at Frankie’s smile. Santiago seemed to be just as forward as Anna, suggesting that you were “Frankie’s girl” even though you and Frankie had only been around each other a few times. Benny is watching the interaction, standing back to get the full picture. His eyes flick to yours briefly as he gives you a nod of acknowledgment.

Frankie is at the counter, tilting his head as you come over. You’re suddenly nervous, wiping your hands against your apron that has chocolate sauce splattered on it. Ugh. “Uh, hi.” You say quietly, clearing your throat.

You can hear Anna tittering, laughing with Santi and it makes you feel more embarrassed. Like you have an audience and you can’t escape this show that they have decided to watch– “You look beautiful, hermosa.” Frankie says quietly so no one else can hear it, eyes resting on you with not a care in the world.

If you could blush more, you would at this very moment. You clear your throat, shaking your head. “What can I get you, Frankie?”

“Are we still on for this Friday?” He asks, smirking at you as you look down at the counter. You go to look over at Benny, Santi, and Anna, but Frankie pulls you back with his words. “Don’t worry about them. Just you and me right?” He’s just as quiet as before, smiling at you as you nod in confirmation. “Can you make me what you make for yourself?”

You sigh in relief, that Frankie isn’t asking for something overly sweet, or just black coffee. He wants what you make yourself; so that he can see you. You mark the cup with his order even though he doesn’t know what it is and look over at Benny. “Would you like anything?”

Benny shakes his head no, giving you a soft smile that matches Frankie’s. You get to work making Frankie’s drink; iced, easy, and a little sweet. It looks scarier than it is, with such little cream in it, but it isn’t needed. When you go to hand it to him, Santiago and Benny are bickering about what they did today. You look over to Frankie who is already looking at you, rolling his eyes at his friends arguing. “Ignore them.”

“No, I want her opinion actually,” Benny says, turning towards you. You widen your eyes, looking at Frankie across the counter and back to Benny. “Who do you think is a better fighter? Pope here, or Will?”

Santiago scoffs, leaning against Anna as he has an arm wrapped around her. “How is that fair? She doesn’t know how either of us fight.”

“Why are you fighting?” You ask, stopping their bickering for them to look at you. Anna smirks, taking another sip of her drink.

“Just, which one looks like it, no one is fighting,” Frankie says, leaning against the countertop. He has yet to take a sip of the drink you made him.

“Except me, I’m the professional.” Benny concedes. “But that’s why I’m not an option.”

You pause, unsure if you knew that about Benny. “Wait, you’re a professional fighter?” You turn to Frankie, who’s smiling at you.

“You didn’t know that?” Santiago exclaims, looking over at Frankie. “Next you’re going to say he didn’t tell you he’s a pilot.”

Your head whips to Frankie, who is still staring at you, eyes now wide and smiling bigger. “You’re a pilot?” You squeak out, listening to everyone laugh at you. It’s an irritating sound, one that is enhanced by Anna’s laugh–somehow she even knew?

Frankie must notice your nervousness, how you start to pull away at the sound of everyone laughing and reaches forward for your hand. “Hey, it hadn’t come up, and I only just got my license back.” He says quietly, eyes wide and open for you to read. “We just haven’t talked about it, right?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, giving a tight smile and nod. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right, sorry.”

He holds on to your hand, giving it a squeeze before letting go and continuing to watch you. He looks like he’s about to say something more but–“Don’t worry!” Anna screeches, jumping back at the sound and looking over at her. “They all don’t really talk about what they do. I only knew because Santi told me he was going to be in a helicopter today.” Anna tries to soothe, looking over at Frankie with a knowing smile that makes your face drop.

Your whole mask you had been wearing for Anna to play nice fades. “I’m so glad you know everything about him.” You say quietly, flicking your gaze to Frankie before turning around for the rag again. You close your eyes in frustration, not wanting to continue this back and forth anymore. You clear your throat, “I have to close up, guys. Can you leave?”

The silence is tense as everyone stops talking, shuffling of feet heading towards the door. When you look to the side, Frankie is still standing there, brows furrowed as he watches you. Anna stands just outside the door, oblivious to the change in mood as she kisses Santiago. “She doesn’t know anything about me, cariño.” Frankie states, watching you. You’re quick to look back at him after watching Santiago frown in your direction, looking down at Anna and asking a question.

You crack your neck, closing your eyes. The way Frankie listens to what you said and addresses it head-on, whether or not you meant the words makes you question if you should have said it. “I didn’t say that to upset you, Frankie.” You say quietly, holding your apron by the edge. It’s worn down here, where you grab it often.

“I’m not upset.” He tilts his head, watching you for another beat. “You are, though. What happened, just now?”

You shake your head, clearing your throat. “I don’t know.” You do know. Anna has just put in your head that she knows Frankie better than you. That she will always have the upper hand. That she–

“I only just got my flying license back because of a drug problem,” Frankie says abruptly, watching for your reaction.

You stop down your anxiety spiral, looking up to him. “Oh, I-I didn’t know that.” You whisper.

“Neither does Anna.” Frankie nods, licking his lips. “Pope, Benny, and Will know, because they helped me get it back. They won’t tell her- even Pope won’t. I don’t want Anna to know.”

You shake your head, widening your eyes. “I wouldn’t tell her–”

“I know you wouldn’t,” Frankie smiles, leaning forward. “I’m telling you because I trust you.” He reaches for your hand, pulling you towards the counter, and leans over to kiss your cheek. And just like that, Frankie’s serious switch has changed back to playful, smirking at you and looking at your lips. “Thank you for the coffee.” He whispers, giving you a wink before leaning away and taking a sip. As he’s walking away he nods appreciatively at the cup. “Holy shit, this is what you get? That’s delicious.”

Frankie is satisfied with how he left your workplace, sliding into his seat next to Benny after Pope said he would go with Anna back to her place. The two of them together were unaware to the rest of the world after brief questions if everything was alright, and it made Frankie upset for you. He takes another sip of the coffee you made him-some caramel-flavored dark drink that is sweet but strong.

“What happened back there?” Benny questions, pulling onto the road. He taps the steering wheel with his fingers, looking over at Frankie and then back at the dark street. He snatches Frankie’s cup and takes a sip of the coffee himself. “Wow, that is strong.”

“It’s good,” Frankie argues, feeling himself getting defensive for you. He sighs, shaking his head, “I don’t know. Anna and she have some issues, and anytime I try to get her to open up about it, she’s vague.” Frankie concedes, confiding in Benny. Benny was trustworthy for not telling Pope something that would in turn get back to you through Anna. He knew he wasn’t the only one that had noticed the tension. “She told me she hasn’t dated in a while because Anna interferes.”

Benny’s face scrunches in confusion. “What, like sabotaging it?”

“I don’t know.” Frankie shakes his head, looking out the window. He thinks back to hiding in your closet, watching your eyes glaze over with tears. “She…she said something that made her upset the other day. Something about leaving Pope.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Benny shakes his head, turning into Frankie’s driveway and shifting his body to look at him briefly. “She wasn’t like this before Anna planned on setting her up with you.”

Frankie doesn’t know what to do with that information, letting it bounce around in his head. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, shooting you a message, getting wrapped up in it to where he isn’t aware of his dazed-looking smile that Benny rolls his eyes at.

Dinner at my favorite spot on Friday?

Where’s your favorite spot?

It’s a surprise ;)

What should I wear?

He knows this shouldn’t make his heart speed up and his dick tighten in his pants; he just told you that he had a previous drug problem after you were spiraling from your friend’s comments. He knows you’re asking because you want to literally know what to wear to your date with him on Friday-but he can’t help but relive what happened over the weekend, stripping your top half and letting you feel–

“Earth to Frankie,” Benny says with a small smile, looking over at him before pulling into Frankie’s driveway. “Where are you taking her on Friday?”

Frankie sighs, shaking his head and sliding his phone back into his pocket. “I was thinking Berto’s, but I don’t want to bring her somewhere you guys will show up.” He says, giving a pointed look to Benny. “I need you to be quiet about it.”

Benny agrees easily, promising to not say a word as Frankie hops out of the vehicle, waving goodbye and stepping into his entry. When he finally gets to sit on his couch he brings his phone back out to respond to you.

Anything you want, hermosa. Casual, just relaxed type of date

He sighs, watching the bubbles of your pending response appear, tilting his head and waiting. He thinks you’re taking much longer than usual when it pops up that you’re now calling him. He answers quickly, not caring if he sounds desperate. “Hi.”

“Will you tell me what that means?” You laugh, the sound of your car alarm beeping at you to indicate you’ve locked it. You sound different than you did in the cafe–like you’ve moved past what has happened in there.

“Tell you what what means?” He questions, smiling to himself and leaning further into the couch.

“Hermosa? And cariño, since we are on the subject.” You say, your accent not matching even close to what the pronunciation is supposed to be.

He chuckles, scratching at his forehead. “I thought you knew.” He muses, listening to your giggle and the sound of your door opening. “Did you just get home?”

“Yes.” You sound tired, ready to lie down at any moment. “I have to clean up for Anna to be here tomorrow.”

He hums again, looking at the clock. “Have you eaten already?”

“No.” You yawn, a muted thump heard through the phone. “I think I’m going to lay down and maybe nap, then clean up.”

“I’ll order you food.” He says, putting you on speaker and ordering from the same place as before again. As he’s clicking confirm, you’re protesting. “Too late, it’s on its way.”

“Ugh, I hate you.” You mumble a tiny laugh bringing a smile to Frankie’s face. “You can’t be doing that.”

“Just accept it, hermosa.” Frankie grumbles.

“What does that mean?!” You laugh. Frankie’s smile grows wider as he lets your laughter lessen.

“It means gorgeous. Or beautiful, depending on my mood.” He shrugs to himself, feeling a blush creep onto his face. He can only picture yours, biting at your lip with anxiety but red-faced to match his. He listens to you breathe, wondering if you’re going to respond, but when you don’t and just let the silence grow between you, he sighs. “I’ll let you eat. Let me know how it goes tomorrow? With Anna?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You say quietly. “Thank you.”

He smiles, ending the call and leaning back on the cushion of his couch. He knows he’s screwed when it comes to you.

Playing nice with Anna is a blur that you aren’t totally present for. You’re tired, staying up all night tossing and turning in bed at the thought of her stopping by, only soothed by the memory of Frankie calling you hermosa, and has been since he first met you. After Anna had left, hugging you and kissing your cheek saying she misses hanging out with you, you feel almost guilty for not being as fun as you used to be.

She didn’t ask about Frankie once.

It irritates you in more ways than one that Anna chose to not even ask how you two are doing. She was adamant about being in your business before, but what has changed? Was she really wanting to just hang out with you?

You said as much in your phone call with Frankie following Anna leaving. “She was so nosy before, breaking down my bedroom door to find you.”

He laughed quietly through the phone. “Don’t worry about it, maybe she’s discovering she needs to give you space finally.”

“Don’t give her too much credit.” You grumble, taking a bite of some late-night cereal you had put together.

Another laugh and a small sigh. “Have you figured out what you’re wearing for our first date yet?” He teased, making you smile into your spoon.

You hum. “No, did you have a suggestion?”

You can hear him thinking through the phone, debating on what exactly to say. “I want you to be comfortable.”

Comfortable for you meant shorts and a T-shirt. You made sure it was your nicest pair of jean shorts, with small distress marks towards the hem, flattering and slightly loose so you could move easily. A plain scoop neck shirt, dark olive green that reminds you of Frankie’s comforter. This doesn’t feel like a date-worthy outfit, but you feel better about it when Frankie comes to your door wearing close to the same thing- ripped jeans and a charcoal shirt. His boots are laced up tightly, hidden by the hem of his pant legs, hat is perched on his head.

You open the door wider for him and step away towards the hall. “I’m almost ready.” You call, stepping back in front of the mirror and adding a single layer of mascara. You hear him hum, tapping on your countertop with his fingertips.

When you step back out, Frankie is leaning against the counter and watching you. “You’re very pretty, cariño.” He says quietly, holding his hand out for you to take.

You do, shyly placing your fingers in his palm and feeling a jolt of adrenaline when he pulls you toward him. He kisses you lightly, smiling at you as you look up at him. “Ready?”

Nodding, he pulls you along, letting you lock your door before helping you into his passenger seat. He jogs around to the driver's side, starting the engine and then looking at you for a brief moment before placing his hand on your leg again. The drive is relatively silent, Frankie asking how the past couple of days have gone for you, but just enjoying your presence. You feel yourself relax the further along he drives, giddy about what he has planned. “So, where are we going?”

He smirks, looking at you for a moment, and then back to the road. “I thought I would tour you around the hangar, show you Big Mama.” He says quietly, pulling down a dirt road and slowing the speed of his truck.

“Big Mama?” You question, gripping the handle of the door tightly as Frankie hits a bump quicker than expected. You jump in the seat, Frankie giving a short chuckle at your surprised gasp.

“Just a dirt road, hermosa, don’t worry. Yes, that’s the name of the helicopter.” He nods, pulling up to a large building that just looks like a garage. You look over at Frankie to see if this is right and sigh at the smile he gives you. “This part will be quick, I just wanted to show you.”

You hop out of his truck, the sun beating down on your head, and squinting towards the metal door. “Are you sure this isn’t to kill me? Kinda far away from everything else…”

He laughs, coming around the front of his truck and sliding his arm over your shoulder. His other hand reaches into his pocket, keys jingling around his fingers. “I don’t kill my dates, sweetheart.” He says quietly, pulling you along to the door and unlocking it.

When you step in it’s cooler, concrete flooring and metal walls of the same shade of gray surround you. There are a couple smaller planes, a row of toolboxes along the short wall farther away, and a helicopter right in front of you. Your eyes widen as Frankie steps towards it, easily opening the door and climbing in without looking back at you.

He slides the back door open, smiling over at you in a way you haven’t seen before. He looks like a little kid, getting to play with his toys and is excited to tell you about it, dimples deep into his cheeks. “Come on in.”

You step forward, grabbing the hand he has offered and step into the opening, looking around cautiously. “What kind of helicopter is this?” You ask, looking up at him.

“It’s a decommissioned military helicopter.” He says, letting you take a step or two around to explore. “It still works, but it lets us practice a bit in case.”

“In case of what?” You question, missing Frankie’s serious face as he thinks.

“In case we get called on again.” He mumbles, stepping toward you with a quick smile and directing you to the front. He shows you the pilot's seat and lets you act as if you are flying the helicopter. Pointing to the different buttons and levers, he tells you how it works in the simplest of terms.

You laugh when he struggles to find the right words. “You’re not going to test me, are you?” You look over at him to see he is right next to you, cheek almost touching yours, the brush of his stubble barely touching you. Your breath catches at how close you are, his tanned skin glowing with a slight sheen of sweat from the humidity outside. You could lean a bit forward and plant your lips there yourself if you had the confidence to do it.

He turns to lock eyes with you, a smirk growing on his face into a full smile again. “Should I?” He asks, leaning forward and pausing as a silent question. When you don’t move, he leans all the way in and presses his lips to yours lightly, pulling back to see your reaction.

You inhale sharply, flicking your eyes back and forth between his and then down to his lips, his teeth peeking out as his grin grows. You rest your hand on his chest, firm under your fingers, and give a gentle shove. “No, I’m not good at tests.” You settle on, giggling at his momentary frown.

Another moment of staring at each other before he holds his hand out to you again. “C’mon pilot, let’s get something to eat.”

Frankie loves having you beside him. He’s standing with you, at this food truck that he frequents enough that they cleaned the picnic tables off in preparation for this date. He had mentioned it to Berto, the owner a couple days ago that he would be bringing you here and Berto’s wife, Alma took matters into her own hands. String lights cover the area where the picnic tables are shaded by trees, each table has a plastic tablecloth on it so it is easier to clean up after previous guests, and they gave him extra toppings and a tray of salsa and chips. When Pope had asked if they did chips and salsa a few weeks ago, Berto had given a firm “no.” that was now being brought into question. But Frankie only takes note of these things and stores them in the back of his head because he can’t take his eyes off you.

You’re perusing the menu, debating between soft shell tacos and a quesadilla, and ask the owner what he prefers to make. “He will make you anything you want, cariño.” He mumbles in your ear, feeling you relax against his hand resting on the small of your back. You smell warm-he doesn’t know how else to describe it. When he had stepped into your apartment earlier he smelled it and didn’t think much of it, until he had you in the helicopter so close that he wondered if he put on a perfume specifically for him. His arm around you now, he was pretty positive you had just changed your shampoo and weren’t aware he was fixated on it.

When you’ve both ordered and sat down, he’s sat beside you to look out on the water. Berto’s food truck was set up in a local park not far from the hangar, a small pond with a walking trail accessed by just a few yards. He can’t think of anywhere he would rather be, especially when you lean your head on his shoulder and look out, sunglasses you took from his truck perched low on your nose. “Thanks for bringing me to the hangar. Is that still…your job?” You ask, not lifting your head and making yourself comfortable.

He sighs. “No, not at the moment. I mostly do paperwork for the company that owns that hangar in exchange for using their facility.”

You shift, lifting your head and turning towards him. “Do you want to be doing that again? Flying?”

He smiles, shaking his head. “No, not really. But having my license back is good, lets me teach classes on occasion when I’m bored.”

You seem to mull it over, debating on what to ask next. Frankie feels nerves bubble in his stomach, wanting to shut down at the possibility of prying questions. He was ready to tell you that he had gotten over a drug problem, sure–but the why and how and what happened– “Do you teach like, adults? Or like rich kids wanting to fly a helicopter?”

Your question stuns him, a sigh of relief blown out of his mouth as food is placed in front of you both; something else that Alma insisted on doing. “Typically flight students, sometimes military. Whether or not they’re rich I don’t know, but you can’t just sign up for flying lessons with me, no.”

You laugh at that, sliding the sunglasses off your face and setting them on the table as you dip a piece of your quesadilla in salsa. He waits for you to take a bite, listening to your hum of satisfaction before biting into the burrito he ordered. “This is delicious!”

He swallows, watching you again. “This is my favorite spot, they make the best food. Berto over there has all these recipes down to a science.” He watches your smile, turning to him and blushing.

“Are you watching me eat?” You groan, pushing him with your shoulder and making him chuckle. He mumbles out a no, letting silence consume you both as you enjoy each other’s company and the food together.

When you both finish, you chat about random things. Stories from growing up, but not going into detail about home life, you favorite classes when you were in school, his first few years in the military before meeting the group he is friends with now. It is nice, just getting to know each other, and he knows he’s not the only one who thinks so based on your smile and how your fingers swirl small circles into the knee of his jeans.

It sends a jolt of want up his leg when your finger accidentally drifts higher as you excitedly tell him about the time you flew down the street on your bike and now have a scar on your thigh. You point out the general location on his leg for demonstration, and Frankie has to grab your hand to get his heart rate to steady. You smile at him knowingly, tilting your head in question.

Frankie clears his throat, looking out onto the water again before turning back to you and offers to walk around the pond. “Just a stroll?” He mumbles, watching your smile grow, ready to tease him.

The tease never comes though as you stand with him and walk down the short hill towards the paved path, following his lead in a counterclockwise direction. There is no one else around but a mom pushing her kid in a stroller and a runner, and the quiet makes Frankie take a deep breath. “Thanks for coming with me, today.” He mumbles, looking sheepish as you glance at him.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You nod, falling in step beside him and looking out on the pond. “It’s really cool that you’re a pilot.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “I’ve been doing it for so long that I don’t even think of it that way.” He looks at you, down to your hand, and wants to reach for it. He holds back from it when you keep your eyes on him in question. “It was cool when I first started, and now it’s just part of my life. Lost its luster.”

You hum at him, moving your head back and forth before saying. “I can see how that could happen. Everything can get monotonous after a while, no matter how much you enjoy it.”

He nods, kicking a stray stone. “Do you enjoy your job?” He asks quietly, watching the crinkle at the corner of your eyes and the huff out of your nose.

“Ah, no. I mean, it’s easy, and lots of free coffee is a bonus. But…it’s not…” You trail off, shrugging. “It’s paying the bills while I work on it.”

He nods, prying a little further. “And what are you working on?”

Your eyes shine brightly at him, stopping in the pathway and turning your whole body. You’ve made it halfway around the pond, trees shading the pathway with benches and a small playground. “I like to write. I don’t think I’ll go very far with it, but…maybe.”

He smiles, blushing as he says, “I saw you had a poetry book in your room.”

You laugh, sitting on the bench and waiting for him to do the same. “Yeah, I’m trying to see if poetry is more of my speed.” You sigh, turning to him again. “I have so many ideas and they aren’t lengthy enough to write a story so I thought I should try something else and see if that helps kinda clear my mind–” You sigh, looking down at your fingers and picking at your nails. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

Frankie can’t help himself when he slides closer to you, his jeans catching on the worn-out wood of the bench before grabbing your hand to stop you. He doesn’t say anything as he leans in, pressing his lips to your cheek, the corner of your mouth, and then finally your lips. He can’t think about anything else besides your lips against his, how they are so soft and willing, how you smell of warm vanilla and spice– “Do you…” He doesn’t know why he pulled away, his thoughts all over the place and his body struggling to catch up. “Do you want to come to my place? Watch a movie?”

Your nod is all the reassurance he needs to know he’s not out of his depths.

Being with Frankie today was a whirlwind of surprises. The helicopter tour, the favorite spot to eat that you noticed he tried to be nonchalant about but knew he would have been crushed if you didn’t like it. The walk around the pond, all the way to holding your hand while he drove quickly back to his apartment.

When he kissed you it felt like he couldn’t help himself; that his attraction for you was the same as how you felt about him, and that it was bound to happen. He asked in the truck about more of your poetry, and if you thought you would stick with it after you said it hadn’t been that long of you trying, and your heart soared at his interest.

No other guy you had ever been with had been really all that interested in your interests. Not that they had to, but the effort of asking was new for you.

Frankie had led you into his apartment, smiling at you as you passed him through the doorway. He was quick to shut the door and wrap his arm around you, making you do a quick turn around to see what he was doing and launch into a kiss. Your fingers were quick to shove up into his hair, curls wrapping around them so easily, his hat falling somewhere on the floor as he led you backward.

God, it was so easy.

Easy to fall back on his comforter, bouncing with a giggle as he laughed with you. Easy to lean back into another kiss as he quietly asked “Is this okay?” before unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down your legs. The way he looked up at you, wide brown eyes blown out with a need you couldn’t place, made your spine tingle with want of your own. It was easy to reach for his pants, shoving down his jeans and boxers in one swoop and letting his hardened length slap against his lower stomach.

It was easy to lean forward and lick up the shaft to the head, watching his hands clench in surprise. “Fuck, sweetheart–” He groaned, pulling at your shirt to lift it off of you.

You pulled away long enough to help him, yanking him to kneel on the bed beside you. As you reattached your lips to his weeping head, a pearl of precome touching your tongue and making you sigh in delight, he lifted his own shirt off of him and exposed his bare chest, flushed with adrenaline.

His hair was wild from removing his shirt in haste, jaw slacks as he watched your mouth over him, heaving heavily. You thought you could write poetry about this, maybe.

“C’mere.” He huffed, pulling you off of him to lay flat on his bed. Frankie adjusts himself to lay next to you, turning on his side and chuckling. “If you keep your mouth on me, I don’t think I’ll last.”

You shrug, bringing a finger from the center of his chest down to his belly button. “I owe you for last time.” You smile, letting your eyes trail down to the tuft of hair below his belly.

Frankie pauses, eyebrows furrowing as his own hand glides down your torso. “You don’t owe me anything.” He grumbles, swirling his fingers lower to your clit and listening to you sigh. He’s tensed up, shaking his head. “Fuck–you’re so fucking pretty. Do you understand me?” He asks, dipping his fingers lower and pressing two into your entrance. “You don’t owe me anything, okay?”

When you don’t answer, Frankie pulls out his fingers, trailing them lightly down your thighs. You whine at the feeling, sticky and wet with your own arousal. “Frankie–”

“Tell me you understand.” He says lowly. He kisses your temple briefly, fingers still ghosting over your skin. “Say you don’t owe me anything, hermosa.”

He’s brought his fingers back to your center, slowly shoving his fingers into you again, curling them against that spot you struggle to find yourself, pulling them out and circling your clit. Over, and over he does this, mouth open and breathing heavily over the side of your face. “I d-don’t–” You reach for his arm, nails digging into his skin but he doesn’t let up. “Don’t owe y-you anything.”

Frankie gives a cat-like smile, kissing your cheek and groaning. “Good girl, that’s it.” He pulls his fingers away from you, your hips bucking up to follow them. “Let me taste you, huh?”

Dazed, you watch him move between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs and spreading them apart. He groans again, leaning down to kiss the junction between your thigh and center. “I’ll come once, and you can come twice.” He mumbles, glancing up at you and smiling when your eyes widen. “Fair?”

You think about arguing with him–you really do. But the way he leans down and lets his tongue drag against your skin, leaving a blazing trail of want behind, you can’t think about why you would argue in the first place.

He does the same that he had done with his fingers, his tongue trails down to your entrance, giving a gentle push inside you before retreating and sliding up to your clit. He circles it, lips wrapping around to provide some suction that makes you throw your head back with a moan.

Frankie’s tongue is talented, and you weren’t really prepared for that. He groans at the feeling of your hands tangling in his hair, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you still. He pulls away enough to mumble out “You taste so sweet.” before diving back in, causing you to arch up into his mouth. His hand slides up your stomach to your chest, covering your breasts and giving a light tug to each nipple, and it is just about your tipping point.

“Please, Frankie.” You whine, covering his hands with yours to keep him there, moving your hips with his tongue to chase the feeling he is providing. When you fall over the edge, shutting your eyes and chanting his name, you feel his moan vibrate through your center.

When you come down, Frankie pulls away with a deep breath and a smile. “Alright?” He asks, sitting up and leaning over you, letting his lips trail over one nipple to see you shiver. The wetness from your center leaves a trail over your chest, cool in the air as he moves across your skin.

You breathe heavily, nodding your head at him as he looks up to you for confirmation. “Fuck, that was–” You cut yourself off, not able to figure out what it was beyond good. So good that you’re pretty sure you blacked out for a second.

Frankie nips at your collarbone, smiling into your skin with a sigh. He pushes his hips forward, the head of his cock brushing against your clit making you shiver. “Think you can give me another one?” He asks, breathing against your ear as his hips rut against yours again.

You give a faint “Yes,” as he leans over to his nightstand, pulling out a foil pack and ripping it open with his teeth. He leans back to slide it on, looking at you with hooded eyes and red cheeks. When he leans back down, he presses his lips to yours, moaning at the feeling of you against him. He rests his forehead against yours, positioning himself to push into you, sliding in slowly. His eyes are on you, your face, watching for a reaction. He props himself up with his hands on either side of your head, letting you look down at his hips, his dick. You bite at your bottom lip, not realizing that it drove Frankie crazy until he took his thumb to pull it from your mouth, holding your face in his hand.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He groans out, fitting his hips flush against yours to just stay there, to feel you. “How are you this fucking tight for me, baby?”

You moan, moving your hips up to push against his. “Please, Frankie.”

He pulls away, holding you steady as he watches before sliding to the hilt into you again, setting a pace that is slow but powerful. You jolt across the sheets, his hand tightening at your jaw to try and keep you still, but he has to reach up to the headboard to support himself at just how forceful he is being. He moans your name, eyes closing in bliss at how you feel wrapped around him. “God, fuck–you’re so fucking good for me.”

You reach your hand down to your clit, circling it as he continues to push into you, his eyes trailing down your form to your hand and watches you. The rise to this orgasm is much quicker, feeling your chest heat as you begin to breathe heavier than before. You reach your other hand up to Frankie’s shoulder, digging into the taunt muscle. “Frankie–”

“It’s okay, that’s it.” He mumbles, leaning his forehead on yours again. “Be a good girl for me? Come all over my cock baby.”

He continues to quietly encourage you, your nails digging in at the feeling of your orgasm again, eyes shutting in pleasure. It feels like your ears are ringing, a muffled sound of Frankie’s labored breaths fucking you through it, chasing his own high.

“I’m so fucking close.” He breathes, leaning up and changing his position. He sits straight, hands securing onto the dip in your hip to pull you towards him. His jaw is tight, teeth gritting against each other as he tries to hold on just a bit longer, practically growling out at the feeling. When he comes his jaw drops, watching your centers connect together over and over and the smallest whimper escapes his mouth at the sight of your center squeezing his.

You’re both breathing heavily, watching him through sleepy eyes as he pulls out, removing the condom and tying it off with skilled fingers. He steps out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth and a small smile. He looks a little embarrassed, bringing the cloth down to your chest where he kissed you after eating you out, trailing down to your center and gently wiping. You bring your hand down with his, stopping him. “I didn’t mean to bring you to my bed first,” Frankie admits, resting his other hand on your leg with a small chuckle.

You smile, pushing your hair out of your face and sitting up. “We can still watch a movie if you want to.”

Frankie tosses the rag into the laundry basket he has by the closet, kneeling on the bed again so that you’re at eye level with his neck as you sit, his hands coming around the base of your head and petting your hair back. “Of course I want to.” He says quietly, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Spend as long as possible with you if I can.”

You smile at him, adjusting to bring your feet to the edge of the bed and slide off. When you stand you stretch, unknowingly putting on a show for Frankie as you lean down to find your underwear, sliding it up your legs. He goes for your shirt, pulling it out of your reach, grabbing his own, and offering it to you. You furrow your brow, placing your hand on your hips and asking the silent question of why. “I like seeing you in mine.” He blushes, pulling you toward him when you try to grab the shirt out of his grasp.

You laugh, leaning down to kiss him again. “Fine by me.” You conceded, letting him help you put on his shirt, it brushes the underside of your ass and covers the tops of your things. His fingers reach forward to your hip and slide down to your leg where you mentioned you had a scar. He finds it quickly, giving it a light circle with his thumb before he pulls back and examines it.

Your heart flutters at the sentiment-that he listened, he remembered, he sought it out. You’re lost in your own thoughts when he looks back up to you, a smirk growing on his face. “Should we find another Heath Ledger movie to watch?” He asks, watching you.

You smile at him, nodding your head. “Yeah, maybe.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #frankie morales #frankie morales smut #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales fanfic #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfic #something else

136 notes · View notes

u-look-beautiful-today · 1 year

Text

So I don't know if this has been discovered and I'm late to the party but, I was on IMBD and I saw THIS

ENID’S PARENTS WILL BE IN AN EPISODE

Of course, y'all know my delusions went RABID. THE ANGST. I would hate for Enid to have a bad home life, but for storytelling purposes? IT WOULD MAKE SENSE

They have put an emphasis that Wednesday and Enid are total opposites, what if it goes the same for their homes too. We have the loving and accepting Addams. And then we have the cold hearted, hateful Sinclairs. Enid is afraid she'll be kicked out if she can't transform. Her parents must have instilled that fear into her. I'm also a sucker for the 'sunshine, happy girl has a shitty home life' trope. (I love angst, okay?) Imagine a scene with me, please:

The episode is obviously the Family Day ep. I feel like this ep is a bit further in the season (5, 6, or 7) by then HOPEFULLY Wenclair are friends. There was also a snippet of an article with Emma on Enid and she says:

It leads me to believe that Enid has basically let her parents talk to her however they want. A lot of demeaning remarks, maybe some emotional/verbal abuse, always putting a pressure on her, etc. I feel like they also verbally judge others, like they will tell you to your face you are ugly, dumb, a disgrace. From the start of the ep, we see Enid in pure panic mode and the kind that has her shut down and she's avoiding EVERYONE. Wednesday finds this silly because HELLO, they are in the middle of a murder investigation. Anyway, we also see that Wends isn't too keen on being with her own parents and instead we get the Addams' mostly wandering around the grounds and reminiscing memories. So she seeks out her friend cause (she will never admit it) she's worried about Enid. She's been stressed and Wends has heard enough about her parents to know she might not be doing too well. And I will accept if either of these two scenes play out.

1. Wends can see how horrible the Sinclair's are to Enid. And she's a bit irked at Enid because dammit! Wends literally taught her to not take anyone's shit. So, Wednesday stays back because she wants Enid to stand up for herself. Maybe Wends pulls her side and is like

"Your parents are vile people and I mean that in a demeaning way"

"They aren't THAT bad..."

"This is pathetic and I won't just stand around and hear them talk to you like that. Pull it together, Sinclair"

And what finally gets Enid to stand up is the Sinclair's making a remark about Wednesday

"Ugh, did you see that girl? What awful looking braids"

"She has an ugly face too, I mean the scowl? How dreadful"

Enid, in a burning rage: "DONT SPEAK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT. I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU CALL ME WORTHLESS NAMES BUT NEVER TALK ABOUT MY FRIEND AGAIN"

Them, shocked: "How dare you raise your voice to us? We are your FAMILY"

Enid, done with everything: "And Wednesday has been more accepting of me than you two have ever been. Sure she's gloomy, but she's smart and funny and actually really fucking kind, under it all! She's my friend-my BEST friend. And she's right, I don't need you two verbally assaulting me anymore"

Wednesday, proud af hiding in the crowd that formed

2. Wends sees the Sinclair's being horrible. And she also sees Enid just smiling (a fake one) and letting them say these things about her. By now, Wends knows Enid, despite herself, and she can see how her eyes are filled with tears and that she's close to a breakdown. So she marches over and stands literally in front of Enid. Obviously the Sinclair's are fake af and start smiling and trying to introduce themselves

"Oh! Hello, uh, dearie, who-"

Wends: "You two are the most disgusting humans who I have ever had the displeasure of meeting"

Them shocked: "How dare-"

Wends: "How does it feel to be at your prehistoric age and feel the need to bully your own child?"

Them clearing fumming: "WHY-"

Wends: "You want to know what I did to the last set of bullies? I made sure they could never reproduce again. Alas, it was only...attempted murder but with all your wrinkles and balding, I'm sure I could easily get the job done"

Enid, beyond shicked because NO ONE has ever stood up to her parents before

Them: "You do realize were werewolves?! Despite our disappointment unable to transform-"

Wends: "Never. Talk. About. Enid. Again. She's intelligent, witty, courageous, and the most loyal person I have ever met. She's far from a disappointment and she deserves better than you two"

Wednesday, grabs Enid’s arm and pulls them away

Enid, in awe, shocked, and a bit scared of what just happened

Wednesday, also shocked but wouldn't take it back

Anyway, that's all I have (cause now I wanna write a fic). I just wanted my thoughts out here before it airs and I will probably be proven to be horribly wrong!

#wenclair #enid x wednesday #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #enid sinclair

323 notes · View notes

081314 · 1 year

Text

Sunset Savannah’s Tamashina-Mina – Episode 4 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Episode 4 of the Tamashina-Mina event. This part contains episodes 4-5 to 4-8. This concludes Episode 4.

Spoilers after the cut!

Episode 4-5

Vil: Ugh…. Y-You’re such a coward, you know that? I-If you really think something like this is going to slow me down…. you’ve got another thing coming….!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member B: You’re talking pretty big for a guy who can barely stand up straight! Your left foot sure does look like it’s hurtin’. I bet you can hardly move, huh. I’ll be taking your beads now!

(The man rushes at Vil)

Vil: Shit….

Everyone: !!! Look out!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member B: Uryaaaaa!!!

Vil: Now’s my chance!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member B: Y-You dodged me!? But how…

Vil: Okay, I’ve got your beads. And that’s a wrap.

Referee: Victory goes to Vil Schoenheit of the Night Raven College Team!

Audience: Yaaaaay!!!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member B: T-That jackass looks totally fine! Isn’t your foot hurt!?

Vil: I’m both a model and an actor. It was child’s play to pretend like I was injured.

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member B: What!?

Vil: Geez. This didn’t turn out to be a beautiful match at all.

Kifaji: My goodness…. That was a splendid reversal.

Leona: Duh…. Is what I wanna say, but that was a narrow win there. Lilia’s up last… I can’t imagine he’d lose, but…

Referee: The third and final battle will now begin. Will the contender from the “Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team” please come to the arena!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Let’s go!

Referee: And will the contender from the Night Raven College Team please come to the arena!

Lilia: At long last, the cutest combatant is stepping up to bat! It’s Lilia!

Yuu: I brought along a hand fan to cheer you on with.

Lilia: Good, you’ve come prepared! Let’s see, the strategy that Leona imparted to me was…

(Lilia has a flashback to yesterday)

Leona: Lilia, I doubt you’ll have trouble taking down any of these guys, but I am worried about your stamina.

Lilia: Indeed. No matter how much planning and plotting we do, it will all go to naught if I fight too long under this dreadful sun.

Leona: That’s why I want ya to end these battles soon as ya can. Ya can’t just dawdle around, alright? Soon as the ref starts the match, it should already be over. Let’s practice some attacks you can pull off really quick.

(The flashback ends)

Lilia: Ah, that’s right. I remember now. I must end my matches in the blink of an eye. We’ll see if I can’t set a record for the shortest match in the tournament’s history.

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Guoooooh!

(The man rushes at Lilia, and Lilia quickly moves to the side)

Lilia: Ah! He tried to throw a punch at me right from the start!!! I’m guessing he’ll try to pull off an illegal move, just like his companion did with Vil…

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Gahahah. Sorry, my hand slipped. But you sure did jump out the way real fast. Hope you’ll forgive me next time it happens.

Lilia: Hm…. Why did you even enter this competition in the first place? Did you want to enjoy an earnest match or not?

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: An earnest match? Gahahaha! That’s hilarious. Long as I can go wild and have some fun winning this thing, that’s good enough reason for me! Besides, it’s not every day I get to knock around a bunch of little wimps like this!

Lilia: Kufufu…. I see. ….Leona, forgive me. It appears I won’t be able to follow your advice after all, as I simply cannot tolerate those who would tarnish the sanctity of the game. I’ll need to teach you a lesson, you little rulebreaker. I’ll be firm, precise, and thorough. …By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never wish to commit another infraction ever again!

Episode 4-6 (A few minutes later)

(Whack!)

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Yeeoouch!!! You little-! That was a foul!

Lilia: Hm? Whatever are you referring to? Ref, did I do anything?

Referee: I-I didn’t see anything from here that looked like a foul….

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: This guy’s been doin’ all sorts of stuff where the ref can’t see him!

Lilia: You really shouldn’t make such ridiculous claims without any proof to back them up.

(Whack! Thump!)

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Aaah! That hurts!!

Lilia: It hurts? Ref, did you see anything?

Referee: …N-No. You guys have just been standing in the same spot this whole time.

Lilia: Ah, you hear that? Are you just crying wolf? How shameful.

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Tsch….He’s too damn fast….!! I can’t even tell where he’s gonna come at me next…! Dammit!! I got no other choice but to go all out! Uryaaaa!!!

Lilia: And now you’re just charging at me without a thought in the world. What a naïve man. Now here comes my ultimate technique! Special Lilia Attack!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Gugyaaaaa!!!

Referee: The victory goes to Lilia!

Kalim: Woah! Lilia sent that guy flying!

Vil: Showy, much?

Kalim: Lilia sure is amazing even though he’s so small.

Lilia: I simply used his own momentum against him. What’s important is your technique. In truth, I went easy on the guy. I could send my opponent flying into the bleachers if I were to get serious.

Kifaji: Oooh…. What a splendid bout!! I couldn’t quite see what exactly what was going on, but Master Lilia’s movements were just grand… He must surely possess a tremendous resolve, and I would be delighted to have him become a Sunset Warrior. Very much so…. Lord Leona, I fear things didn’t quite go as you’d expected?

Leona: Enough with the sarcasm. Lilia, you friggin’- It’s good he won and all but he wasted way too much time! Each and every one of ‘em completely ignored my strategy… Are things really gonna turn out okay like this….

Kifaji: Lord Leona? Where are you off to?

Leona: I’m gettin’ some grub. Leave me alone.

Kifaji: Grub!? Please do not use such words before Lord Cheka!

Referee: The Night Raven College Team advances to round two!

Audience: Yaaay! Woohoo!!!

Kalim: Awesome, we did it!

Grim: Whaddya mean “we”? You lost your match, Kalim.

Kalim: Ahahah, you’re right. I’ll win the next one!

???: Oh you will, will ya?

Leona: The hell happened with the plan, Kalim? You know, the one where you try an’ pull off a draw?

Jack: Leona Senpai!? Is it okay for you to leave the VIP area?

Leona: Seeing as you guys clearly have zero intention to listen to a single word I said, I figured ya’ll must have come up with some great new plan all by yourselves. I thought I’d come down here and have a listen. Kalim, the hell were you thinking goin’ after that guy like that?

Kalim: Well, this festival only comes once a year and all, so I thought everybody would get really excited if I won the match instead of ending it in a draw.

Leona: I’m at a loss for words. You didn’t just get your priorities backwards, you totally lost sight of ‘em. And Lilia. Didn’t I tell ya to finish up your matches quick?

Lilia: You can blame my opponent, he’s the one who was trying to cheat. People like that must be punished accordingly, you know.

Leona: Don’t go talkin’ like you’re on the executive committee or something. Stop stickin’ your nose into places it doesn’t belong. And Vil…

Vil: What? Unlike these two, I followed your plan to a “T”. Anyways, I won, so I don’t see what’s there to complain about?

Leona: A weak opponent like that shouldn’t have given ya such a hard time. We still got two rounds left and you already got yourself injured…

Vil: I was only acting. I’m perfectly fine, so don’t worry.

Leona: ….It’s no use. I can’t trust any of ya. It ain’t gonna be easy to win this thing, and ya’ll didn’t even get the chance to sit back and watch Kalim’s match play out… The rest of the teams are going up next. I’ll come up with some strategies we can use against these guys in round two. And I want ya’ll to pay close attention to all these fights, too. If they win, you could end up fightin’ ‘em down the road.

Episode 4-7

Referee: That concludes Match 7 of Round 1! The Fruit Stand Team is the winner! Up next is Match 8!

Leona: Round one’s gonna end after this match. The teams so far ain’t been nothin’ to write home about.

Lilia: I wonder what the remaining teams will be like?

Referee: Will the contender from the Sunset Team please come to the arena!

Sunset Team Member A: Coming!

Leona: These guys are…!

Lilia: Hn? Is something the matter, Leona? Is he an acquaintance of yours?

Sunset Team Member C: Lord Leona? Are you there!

Vil: I think he’s calling for you.

Kalim: Maybe he needs to ask Leona something? Heeey! If you’re looking for Leona, he’s right here!

Leona: Tsch.

Sunset Team Member C: Lord Leona…! So you really have returned to Sunset Savannah.

Grim: The heck? These guys are totally glaring down our coach.

Vil: What did you do to them, Leona?

Leona: I ain’t done nothing.

Sunset Team Member C: That’s right! We won both the previous tournament, as well as the tournament before that one.

Lilia: Ah, so these are the reigning champions. No wonder they look so much more formidable than the other teams here.

Sunset Team Member C: Naturally.

Sunset Team Member B: In order to become Sunset Warriors, we’ve been training diligently day after day. And finally, we grabbed hold of that glory we’ve long been yearning for. We were so happy, but…

Leona: Oh, yeah? That’s great.

Sunset Team Member C: No it’s not!

Sunset Team Member B / C: And that’s because we haven’t been able to complete the “Lessons of the Guardian”, Lord Leona!

Sunset Team Member C: Even if a team wins the tournament, if they don’t complete the “Lessons of the Guardian”, then they have no right to claim the honorable title of Sunset Warrior.

Sunset Team Member B: We even enquired by Lord Leona himself and he promised he’d perform the lessons with us, but… He stood us up time and time again and we haven’t heard from him since!

Lilia: Ah, that’s right. Leona’s been shirking his responsibilities these past few years.

Kalim: Wait, really? Leona, you broke your promise to them…. Don’t you feel bad for them?

Leona: The hell should I care? I don’t remember makin’ any promises with these guys. Besides, I got plenty of other stuff to take care of. I can’t even tell ya how busy I am everyday with my dorm warden job at school.

Jack: Right. …Right?

Sunset Team Member C: We fully intend to win the tournament this year and complete the lessons. Lord Leona, I hope you’re watching!

Lilia: These three are experienced champions. Please do show us just how skilled you are.

Referee: Let the battle begin!

(Bam!)

Sunset Team Member A: I got the beads.

Referee: Victory goes to the Sunset Team!

NRC Students: !!!

Kalim: W-woah….! I blinked and it was already over!

Grim: I’m not even sure what just happened!

Lilia: I had envisioned they’d be proficient at this game, but their physical capabilities are absolutely phenomenal. They’re in a league of their own.

Vil: Just who are these people anyways?

Leona: They’re… They’re imperial guards.

NRC Students: Huh!!!!???

Cheka: Good luck everybody!

Imperial Guard A: You guys better not lose! Lord Cheka is watching!

Imperial Guard B: That’s right! And Chamberlain Kifaji has been training you guys the whole past year just for today!

Leona: What…Kifaji’s been training ‘em!?

Kifaji: Ho ho ho. I believe you’ve stumbled upon a road block in your path to victory, Night Raven College Team.

Episode 4-8

Leona: Dammit, Kifaji! This is crossing the line…!

Kalim: Kifaji taught Leona how to play Catch the Tail, and he taught this team, too? So they’re probably really strong.

Lilia: Yes, they must be hardcore. I’m sure since they have pride in their position as Imperial Guards, their emotional attachment towards the “Sunset Warrior” title is much stronger than that of your average person. I myself was once General of the Right of Briar Valley’s Imperial Guard, so I can understand very well how they must feel.

(Bam!)

Sunset Team Member B: I nabbed their beads.

Referee: Victory once again goes to the Sunset Team! The Sunset Team advances to round two!

Kalim: It’s already over. We hardly had any time to watch them fight.

Vil: They’re even stronger than I’d imagined.

Lilia: That hyena beastman who didn’t compete in this round appears to be their team leader. Too bad we couldn’t get a glimpse of his fighting style.

Vil: At any rate, looks like they’ll be tough to beat.

Leona: I wasn’t thinkin’ those three of all people would enter the tournament. Which one of ya should I have fight against ‘em…. I’ll think of some matchups that’ll give us the best chance at winning.

Kalim: Awesome. That’s good to hear!

Leona: If ya’ll fight like you normally do, our team would have a 99% chance of losing… But if ya follow my strategy, we’ll have about a 50% chance instead.

Vil: …Okay. That’s not at all reassuring.

Leona: The guys on that team are the top soldiers in this country’s Imperial Guard. That alone should give ya enough to worry about. Never woulda thought that Kifaji would go and train ‘em himself. It’s hard to believe how good they are.

Grim: What’s that? You guys aren’t chickening out, are ya? Lame. Nyahahaha! If you put me in that arena, I’d wipe the floor with ‘em!

Sunset Team Member C: ….Heh. You’ve got some charming friends there, Lord Leona. It’d be a disgrace upon the Imperial Guard if we let you underestimate us like that….. Here, I’ll let you in on a secret. To ensure we’ll win the tournament this year, we’ve prepared a secret weapon.

Vil: A secret weapon….?

Sunset Team Member C: A special combatant. According to the rules, one substitute member is permitted per team, and we can swap out a member per our discretion. Of course, this substitute must be registered before the start of the tournament.

Leona: The hell…? I never heard of that rule before.

Sunset Team Member C: It’s a new rule that was established a few years ago, since more and more people have been getting injured during the tournament over the years. I guess since you’ve been running away from Catch the Tail for so long, Lord Leona, you weren’t aware of it.

Leona: Dammit Kifaji. I bet he kept that rule a secret from me on purpose. Does he seriously not wanna see our Imperial Guard lose the tournament that badly… Nah. He just wants me to do the “Lessons of the Guardian” at any cost.

Jack: The guy’s really got it in for you, huh…

Vil: You really get the sense of just how much trouble Leona normally causes for Kifaji-san.

Grim: I-If you lemme at that secret weapon, I’ll knock their socks off!

Sunset Team Member C: Heh heh heh… We’ll see about that.

Sunset Team Member B: Even amongst us Imperial Guard, this warrior is regarded as a legend. He’s retired from the service, but…. When it comes to Catch the Tail, his overwhelming power was said to fell any opponent. I hope you guys are looking forward to going up against him.

Sunset Team Member A: We’ll excuse ourselves now.

(The Sunset Team members depart)

Leona: …Thanks to Grim’s big mouth, we got ourselves some juicy info. This is the first time on this whole trip you done somethin’ useful, furball. Good move.

Grim: Huh? Nyahahah! Sounds like you finally recognized my greatness!

Lilia: Well, it was completely by accident.

Kalim: Their team is already super strong, and they’ve got someone even stronger waiting in the wings? I wonder how that match is gonna turn out.

Lilia: They’ve definitely got the upper hand when it comes to overall strength.

Vil: Things aren’t looking too good for us…

Leona: Those guys place so much importance on their pride, yet still they went an’ asked some retiree to help 'em out… Just goes to show they’re dead serious about all this. You’ll be going up against them in the finals, so I’ll have to revise our battle plan. …Tsch. I need to get back to the VIP area now. I’ll sneak out here again when the finals start. Ya’ll better not lose in the meantime.

Episode 1

Episode 2 (Part 1)

Episode 2 (Part 2)

Episode 3 (Part 1)

Episode 3 (Part 2)

Episode 3 (Part 3)

Episode 4 (Part 1)

Episode 5

#leona kingscholar #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #jack howl #twst spoilers #twst #twisted wonderland #tamashina-mina

241 notes · View notes

stars-n-spice · 2 months

Text

THOUGHTS ON S3 EP 04:

Spoilers under the cut!

Cannot promise that these thoughts are coherent/in order of the episode and its happenings-

Cannot get ENOUGH of the Crosshair and Omega dynamic; it's so sweet and fucking hilarious - they are so siblings

When the Captain guy called Cross her dad :(

Also Crosshair is a fucking natural at looking out after Omega (which shouldn't be surprising, he's a clone so he's got the paternal gene Jango seemed to pass down to all of them)

Couldn't get enough of Crosshair in this episode though

87% of this episode is just Crosshair folding his arms and that took me out

Also tell me why even with that toilet seat looking aaa Crosshair still looked fucking good in that disguise? Like,, I was giggling and twirling my hair every time he was on screen then came to the realization okay maybe I have a mask kink

Have I mentioned how much I love Omega and Crosshair?

Also have I mentioned how much I hate Hemlock??

Fuck when the Captain figured it out,, ugh,, I was so sure he was stupid like the rest of the Imperials tend to be

Ehehe when Crosshair clicked his tongue-

Shit man,, i'm loving Cross more and more FUCK

lmao all the British accents had me dead, felt like I was watching a DHMIS episode

"But my skills are being wasted" <- fUCK. That just,, ugh with his shaky hands,,, I know that's fucking him over oh my gods

When they freed all the animals I was so happy, fucking love when shows/movies have a scene like that

Cannot get over how flawlessly Crosshair and Omega work together, even if Crosshair complains about it and whatnot, it's like he never left and I just love that

Hemlock being so close on their tail is TERRIFYING man

Immediately started crying the second I realized we were getting a reunion in this episode

Crosshair dissuading Omega from meeting up with Hunter and Wrecker :(

THE FACT THAT OMEGA KEEPS SAYING LIKE "I need to get into contact with Hunter and Wrecker" and NEVER mentions Echo fucking HURTS

She knows he left :(

Okay but when they landed and saw the Marauder, fucking waterworks man

Then when the door stayed empty for a bit I got fucking scared, but then Wrecker came in and I was on the floor crying

The fact that we got a reunion so early in the season though SCARES ME man

I was afraid that Omega was going to be taken away for a 3rd time, but in front of Crosshair but now it seems like it's going to be in front of ALL of them again and that's going to make Hunter snap

THE REUNION HUGS :((

I cried so hard I nearly threw up

Had to physically force myself to stop crying because I did not want to throw up my breakfast of coffee

BUT THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER :(((( (more or less)

the fact that they didn't know the reunion reactions of Crosshair UGH

Not buying that Wrecker didn't immediately run up to hug him

Wrecker and Hunter both looked upset over seeing Crosshair and if they have a fight/argument in the next episode I'm fucking done

BUT THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER!!

I cannot wait to see Hunter and Wrecker's reactions to Batcher

These episodes leave me happy for like 3 minutes and then the dread and frustration creeps in

Man.

Good episode though. I love Crosshair and Omega.

#tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch spoilers #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker

23 notes · View notes

kyberblade · 1 year

Text

Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 14

A/N: There is one brain cell shared among all three of them, and the child has full custody of it. 🤦🏼‍♀️ I have been waiting for this part. When I first came up with the story, I was like, “Ugh! I’m going to have to come up with an OC Jedi to teach the reader and blah blah blah,” and I was dreading it. Then, lightbulb, “You, dummy! There’s an episode called The Jedi.” Don’t look at me. I laughed at myself but also wanted to hide. So without further ado, here is the next part! (Okay, more ado. Sorry.) There is more show dialogue in this one. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.

(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes to the middle of episode 2x5/13, The Jedi.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Swearing. Space swearing. Some inappropriate jokes but all in good fun and nothing overtly spicy, more innuendos. Mando’a.

Word count: 14,010 (I regret nothing.)

As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

Thank you to @what-the-heckin-heck, @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis, @lloweryourstandardss, and @fordo-kixed-rex for reading this over for me and letting me know I’m not crazy despite it being a behemoth. And @deceiverofgodss for helping with the Mando’a.

Previous | Series Masterlist | Next

Xxx

Your right vambrace rested in your lap, the glove worn underneath clutched tightly between your teeth as you fiddled with the beskar. “Dahnk fahrik,” you mumbled around the leather as the tool slipped. Luckily not much could damage beskar, or the vambrace would be covered in scratches right now simply from this repair attempt.

Din turned in his pilot’s seat to watch when you let out a growl in frustration. “Need some help?”

“Yesh,” you said around the leather before spitting it out beside the vambrace. “Yes,” you repeated with a sigh, letting your head plop back against your chair.

He chuckled lightly, taking the vambrace to inspect more closely. “What seems to be the problem?”

“The fastening mechanism isn’t working right.” You picked up your head to look at him properly, handing him the tool. “It clicks in, but it still sits kinda loose on my arm. I was trying to tighten the screw, but-”

Din slid the mechanism closed after three small twists with the little tool, a sound click filling the cockpit. “It’s fixed.”

You stared at the armor in his hands for a moment, tilting your head after a minute of silence and blinking. “How-”

“It’s a spring mechanism. Fails on mine sometimes, too. The trick is to bypass it here,” he pointed with the tool to a spot an inch away from where you were working, “so it can continue without catching.” Leaning forward he set the vambrace back in your lap, keeping the tool, tossing it in the air and catching it.

Holding the beskar close to your face to inspect it for yourself, you narrowed your brows as you turned it over to see all the little crevices, poking at the spot he pointed at almost like you were testing it. “Thanks,” you mumbled.

He nodded once before turning back to the control panel and dropping out of hyperspace.

As you slipped your glove and vambrace back on, you looked up through the viewfinder to see a dreary looking planet looming ahead, half in shadow half in sun, the side in darkness barely lit up with any cities or lights.

“Corvus, this is the place. I’ve detected a beacon.” As Din spoke, he looked across his shoulder at the kid where he sat to his right on the console, looking up at him with bright eyes, making you smile. “I’m gonna start the landing cycle. You better get back in your seat.”

Din continued to press buttons and flip switches while the child stayed where he was, looking around the cabin as if nothing had happened. His focus settled on the silver ball on top of the lever about a foot in front of him, and you rolled your eyes. This was going to be interesting.

Jerking his head back towards the kid’s seat, Din’s voice got a little gruffer, more stern. “Hey, what did I tell you?” If Din noticed, he didn’t say anything, but you had to stifle a laugh at the way the kid’s face scrunched up into a scowl as he eyed the ball again, eyes narrowed slightly. As quickly as it came, it went, and the most innocent expression fell over his features as he tilted his head to the side and looked up at his caretaker. Oh, he’s good.

“Back in your seat.” Din turned back to face forward as the kid clamored down with little coos and grunts, hiking himself up into his chair on your right. You raised a brow as you watched him worrying his hands in front of himself as he looked between the ball and Din, and back again a few times.

Reaching out a hand, his eyes falling partway shut, you didn’t have to feel the surge in the air to know what was happening as the kid started to slyly unscrew the ball with the Force.

Under the guise of adjusting your vambrace further, you tucked your smile towards your chest, trying to swallow the snicker that wanted so badly to come out.

As you flew over the surface of the planet, it reminded you of the lower levels of Coruscant, grimy and hazy, the air almost yellow and thick. Everything looked gloomy and sad, the trees that once would have been a magnificent forest now stood baren and stripped, lonely spires left as a reminder of a better time.

Landing in the middle of what was once a forest on the outskirts of the village, you heard deep moaning and chittering coming from beyond the little clearing the ship was in. Stepping down the ramp cautiously, you peered around, eyes going wide when you saw the source of the sounds. Large creatures on four legs, taller than the Crest ambled about, snapping what was left of the dead trees in their jaws as they ate.

At the bottom of the ramp, Din turned to look at you. “If anywhere was a place you needed to conceal your identity, it’s here. This is the type of place where someone would turn you in for a handful of credits, let alone whatever the bounty actually is now.”

“I’ll just stay here on the ship, then-”

“No,” he cut you off. “I can’t protect you if you’re here and I’m there. We stick together.”

You nodded. “Fine. I’m not going to disagree with that. But what’s the solution? I mean, I have my capes but they don’t really conceal me much.”

Din tilted his head to the side as he stared at you, his visor moving from your head down to your toes and back up in a silent appraisal.

You swallowed roughly. “Uh-oh. No. No, Din. Whatever you’re thinking, I don’t like it.”

“You don’t even know what it is yet!” He protested, arms going out to his sides as he laughed lightly.

“But I already know I don’t like it,” you countered, taking a step backwards up the ramp.

“Will you just trust me, please?” He was still laughing over his words, taking a step towards you. “Mesh’la, come on. Have I steered you wrong before?”

“Let’s see,” you stopped, holding out a finger for each situation. “We’ve crash landed on an ice planet because you were avoiding being arrested after helping with a prison break gone wrong.” You held out a second finger, “The Crest was held together with twine and hope as we limped to Arvala-7.” A third finger, “You said you shot the trooper at the base when it was obviously me-”

You let out a squeal as he rushed toward you, turning and darting up the ramp yelling, “No, no, no!” as you laughed. Scooping the kid up, you turned to face Din as you held the kid up in front of your face. “Think of the child,” you panted, trying to catch your breath as the little green bundle in your grasp let out a soft questioning coo. Din kept stalking closer, so you set the child down. “Run, kid! Save yourself!”

Din was on you the next second, your back against the wall of the Crest as you stared at his chest plate with a grin. “We’ve got to quit meeting like this,” you teased. Laughter filled the ship as you batted his hands away. They poked into your sides mercilessly, crawling up to your neck and back down until finally you relented. “Fine! Fine! Whatever it is, I’ll do it. Just stop! Please!” Once he stopped and you could get a deep breath, you glared up at his visor. “It’s really not fair that all of this,” you tapped a knuckle against his beskar, “keeps me from ever being able to get you back.”

“Then you’re going to love my plan.” His tone sounded like he had a broad grin plastered on under his helmet, and it made one climb up your features as well.

Xxx

“This will never work!” You yell through the refresher door.

“It has to,” Din called back, his footsteps pacing back and forth in the main part of the ship.

Looking down at yourself, you grimaced. He’d told you to put the armor you'd gotten from Vanth on Tatooine on. It was obviously made for someone much larger than you. If you were trying to remain inconspicuous, this was going to do the exact opposite.

You weren’t even thinking about messing with the helmet right now, it was much too big and you’d probably trip and break something if you wore it before it was necessary. You still wore your own vambraces. Din didn’t want you to bump a button on the others and blow something up.

“Just let me see,” Din said quietly, his footsteps pausing. “Please.”

Pushing the button to open the door, you looked up at him through your lashes, afraid to move your head up to look at him properly, lest the armor all just fall off.

“It…. Um.”

“My thoughts exactly,” you grumbled, shuffling forward with your arms held stiffly out at an angle to make sure it stayed on you.

Sighing, you stopped about a foot away from him, looking up expectantly. When he said nothing, you huffed, rolling your eyes. "This was made for a man, Din."

“....And?" He held a hand out in front of him in question.

“....Men don't have breasts." You adjusted the chest plate slightly, glaring at it as you did.

He choked. "I see."

Rolling your eyes again, you stomped over to your bag that sat on a crate to your right, careful to hold the armor in place, and went back in the refresher.

“Mesh’la, what’s wrong?” Din called from the other side of the door, knocking softly.

“I’m fixing this. Hold on.” You pulled off the chest plate and put on your capes, both of them, along with your scarf, hoping the padding would help fill in the blank spaces the armor left behind. It fit a little more snuggly once you slipped the armor back on, so you opened the refresher door again, walking out a bit more confidently this time.

Your face fell at Din’s instant reaction.

"No. No, no, no. No."

You held your arms out to the side, looking down to survey the armor again. "What? I thought it looked…. Okay-ish?"

"You look like a- and don't take this the wrong way... You look like a Hutt that sprouted legs."

Your arms froze out to your sides, and you looked up at him with only your eyes, the rest of you completely still. "Gee, thanks."

He was quick to add, "Or a Wookie that shrunk."

You lifted your head up to level a glare on him, your voice a deadpan. "I get it, Din."

"Or a-"

Your arms crossed over your chest, somewhat awkwardly at the bulk of the capes and armor. "Say one more thing. I dare you."

He just looked you up and down once, his visor trailing the path slowly before he couldn’t help himself. "....it doesn't look right."

Letting out a battle cry, you launched, tackling him to the floor of the Crest. Your momentum caused you both to roll down the ramp, falling off halfway, and landing on the ground with a thump.

"Why. Are. You. So. Annoying?!" You shook his shoulders, lifting him as far up off the ground as you could- only an inch or so- and dropping him back down between each word for emphasis. But you were barely moving because of the padding, each movement stilted, and Din just snickered beneath you at the whole situation.

"Kid, help!" He cried over a snort of laughter, turning his head toward the ramp.

"Your gremlin can't save you now, Mando," you practically growled out.

Suddenly the world spun for a brief second before coming to a grinding halt as you let out a breath on an oomph. When you looked up, you saw the T of his visor looking down at you as he now had the high ground.

"No need," he said simply, lowering to get close to your face as his next words came out on practically a hum. "You can wear my old armor, it'll fit you better. And if not....” His head tilted to the side just slightly. “Nothing is always an option."

You raised a brow at him, eyes narrowing on his visor as you slowly repeated his words. “You want me to walk into the village.... In nothing?"

His head tilted the other way. "Who said anything about the village?"

Xxx

“I look ridiculous.” The sound of your voice through a modulator made you wrinkle your nose inside the beskar dome.

“You look like a Mandalorian.”

You sighed. “I sure hope so. Otherwise all of this,” you gestured down to the armor, “was for nothing.”

“I wouldn’t say nothing….”

You reached out and shoved his shoulder lightly as you both chuckled. Taking off the helmet, you took a deep breath.

“It’s not an awful way of life. Maybe you should consider it,” he teased. “You look good in beskar.”

“And hide all of this?” You made a swooping gesture to your face before you laughed.

“True,” Din said lightly, bumping your shoulder with his own. “Maybe it’s just that it’s my old armor.”

“That could be it….” You winked at him before you put the helmet back on, grumbling as you did. “I don’t know how you do this all day every day. I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“Everything still works the same,” Din mused, making you turn a visored glare on him, the helmet shifting slightly to the side with your movement.

“Ugh!” You groaned. “Don’t make me glare at you. Or laugh. Any sudden movement and this thing is gonna go.” You righted it on your head, sighing when it finally sat right again.

A soft coo came from the top of the ramp, and you looked up to see the child ambling down slowly, almost sleepily. Your helmet began to shift with the movement, but Din held one finger up to the temple and held it in place.

The child plopped down in the middle of the ramp looking thoroughly exhausted, eyes blinking slowly as he fought sleep, and when you spied the silver ball in his hands, you finally understood. He had spent his energy trying to get his toy.

“What did I say about that?” Din walked up to the child, lowering to his haunches and taking the ball gently from his ward. Holding it up, he spoke sternly. “This needs to stay in the ship.”

The child reached after the toy, whining softly as Din tucked it into his belt while he rose to his feet. Turning to survey the area, he didn’t seem impressed. “Not much to see out here.”

“Good, because I can’t move to look,” you grumbled, holding the top of the helmet with one hand as you slowly turned to glance around as well.

“Never had dealings with a Jedi before,” Din mused absently, and for some reason that stung unexpectedly.

It frustrated you that you couldn’t be enough to help the kid. You hadn’t had the training, it just wasn’t possible to be everything he needed. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt sometimes.

Din scooped the child up into his arms with a grunt. “Let’s head into town.” The child cooed as Din tucked him into the satchel. “See if we can pick up a lead.”

You followed behind as quickly as your awkward armor clad frame would allow, one hand on top of your helmet as you tried to keep up with your Mandalorian.

Xxx

As you approached the city wall, you lowered your hand to rest on your belt, your saber tucked safely away behind Din’s cape. Careful not to linger near your weapons, you tried to look as casual as Din did beside you on your right.

A guard said something you didn’t understand, then a man came walking across the top of the wall, standing tall and imposing in the center over the city gates. “State your business.”

“Been tracking for a few days. Looking for a layover.” You kept your face forward as Din spoke, every bone in your body itching to rest your hand on your blaster.

The man looked skeptical, but it quickly faded into appreciation, if somewhat aloof. “Nice armor.” When Din said nothing, he continued. “You a hunter, then?”

Din nodded once. “That’s right.” His tone was a little more amicable now, trying to get on the man’s good side.

“And them?” The man bounced his head your way, eyeing your patchwork armor.

You nodded, as little as possible, but you still felt the helmet start to slip before it suddenly held fast. Glancing down at the satchel, you saw the kid reaching out to help, and you nodded more firmly.

“Guild?”

“Last I checked,” Din said after a moment, making you smile under the helmet while you nodded slowly once again.

The man tilted his head at you. “Do you not talk?”

Without missing a beat, you shook your head no. The armor was for a man, and your voice wouldn’t pass as masculine even if you tried. Which you had back on the ship. Din and the child found it very amusing, both of them laughing hysterically. It was ridiculous, you had to admit. You’d chuckled yourself.

“Vocal chords were frozen before they came to the Creed. Toxin from an uninhabited planet chasing a bounty. Not much to say in our line of work, though, anyway.”

You tilted your head to look up at the man again, and felt the kid’s grip on the helmet slip. Reaching out yourself, you held it still with an unseen force, looking the man in the eye.

He arched his brow at Din’s words, looking at you with a new appreciation in his gaze before he turned his head to one of the guards. “Open the gate.”

Releasing your hold on the helmet after you looked forward again, you walked a step behind Din, as smoothly as you could. Sending the kid a wave of thanks, you heard his soft coo in response.

Walking down the main thoroughfare, you came upon a vendor Din started to question before they turned and walked off, leaving him trailing off mid sentence with a sigh.

Behind the booth was an alley with a man crouched down in front of two children. They looked so sad, you decided to do something about it. A gentle nudge with your mind, and two pieces of fruit rolled off the vendor’s table, landing softly against the children’s feet. You made sure to make their path look haphazard and natural.

The children beamed as they picked them up, but the man sadly informed them they couldn’t afford them. Taking a step forward, you held up your hand to stop him, Din withdrawing the amount of credits needed from his belt and setting them on the table.

“We can’t-” the man began, but you just waved your hand at him, gently shaking your head back and forth the little the helmet would allow before it slipped. “Thank you,” he finally said instead, to which you only nodded once.

“I need some information,” Din began softly, taking a step forward. “I’m looking for someone.”

The man’s face fell, and he turned to the children. “Okay, bye.” As they scampered off, he rose to his feet. “Please, do not speak to them, or to any of us.” It looked like he had more to say, but couldn’t.

Din took a deep breath in, but was cut short by some armed guards surrounding both you and him. “The Magistrate wants to see you.” Sighing, Din turned to you, signing in Tusken. “Go back to the ship. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Nodding as gently as possible, you didn’t know how else a Mandalorian would respond, so you did the first thing that came to mind. Bringing your hand up in a salute as you stood at attention, you held it for a second before turning on your heel at Din’s slight head shake in reaction.

Well.

You tried.

Xxx

You stood near the front gates as you waited for him, keeping a watchful eye on the village around you.

It was dismal, dark, everything a bit hazy, and an overall sense of gloom hung in the air. Nobody smiled, you heard no laughter, no sounds of children playing around the corner. Just the chatter over the guard’s comms and silence.

Every once in a while, the tense air was broken with a distant yell, someone crying out in anguish as the faint sound of crackling electricity buzzed in the background. It echoed off every wall, so you couldn’t pinpoint where it came from, but it made your spine crawl every time.

You thought you heard a “please” on the wind, carried on the latest cry, right before you saw Din approaching quickly down the street, walking a bit faster when he saw you.

“I told you to wait on the ship,” he signed, ignoring the questioning eyes of the man who let you into the city close on his heels.

“I decided this was best,” you signed back, earning a soft growl of frustration from him.

“Problem?” The man looked between the two of you as he came to stand across from you where you leaned against the front wall, one leg bent, foot propped up against the stone beneath you easily.

You started to shake your head when your breath caught in your chest as you were abruptly hauled off the wall by the material at the back of your neck. Turning to find your assailant, you were met with none other than Din’s visor, tilted at you pointedly, making the scoff you were about to let loose die on your lips as you remembered your cover.

“No, no problem,” he grunted as he began to haul you toward the front gates, and out of the city. “Just a little domestic dispute is all.”

Swallowing the huff you wanted to let out, you shrugged out of his hold, signing in a flurry when your hands were free. “Domestic dispute my ass.”

The man let out a snort of laughter, looking down to his feet to try and conceal his amusement. When he looked back up to find two T visors on him, he sighed. “Did I mention I speak Tusken?” After a moment he held up his hands placatingly. “But, hey, it’s none of my business.” He leaned in on the last few words with a wink, before leaning back again, hands falling to rest on his belt easily.

After a long moment, you signed something not so nice to him, making him laugh. “Sorry. I know when I’m not wanted.”

The child let out a coo from his satchel, looking up at the man with bored eyes.

“What is that thing anyway?”

Narrowing his eyes up at the man, his ears falling to the side of his head in an unimpressed scowl, the kid let out a soft grunt.

“I keep it around for luck.” Din’s dry tone made you want to laugh.

“You’re gonna need it where you’re headed.” The man’s ominous warning didn’t sit well with you, and you turned your back on him, heading toward the tree line.

With the helmet’s enhanced hearing, you were just able to make out his low voice as he leaned into Din. “What about them? You keep them around for luck, too?”

You couldn’t hold back the soft snort when Din mumbled softly, “Something like that.”

Xxx

You stayed several paces ahead of him the entire way back to the ship, letting the helmet slip to the side a bit further with every impact of your feet as you tread a little more forcefully than necessary.

Not knowing what else to do, you had reached up and offered your best salute, hoping it didn’t look as awkward as it felt. Din had walked off with a shake of his head, not offering you much hope that you looked very convincing. But then…. Then he came and hauled you off the wall by the back of your neck like a mothering animal to a misbehaving baby…. At least you had tried to be a little Mandalorian, you grumbled to yourself, thoughts bouncing off every wall of your mind.

Meanwhile he had just been plain Din, what with his domestic dispute, and luck, and something like that. Letting out an exaggerated breath, you rolled your eyes, which was a bad idea, because when you tried to focus forward again, the helmet had slipped further in those precious seconds and your field of view was now almost completely sideways somehow.

Going back to the ship, as soon as you were on board, you ripped the helmet off, taking a deep breath.

“How does he do it?” You mumbled, setting the lump of beskar on a crate.

After some time passed, you were startled when a body pressed up against your back. It wasn’t until you felt the cool touch of beskar against your ear that you relaxed again, letting your eyes fall closed as you let out a sigh. You were still baffled by how he could move so silently.

“We need to work on your Mandalorian etiquette." His voice was low and somewhat amused, his hands finding purchase on your upper arms before they began to trace down towards your hands.

"Why? Was I a little... Rusty?" You looked over your shoulder at him, fighting a smirk.

Stopping all movement, Din went rigid, even his modulator falling silent. Turning abruptly, he let go of you, and made his way out and back down the ramp to the outside of the ship.

“Din?” You chuckled, watching him with your eyes. Following him to the top of the ramp, you popped your head through the opening and followed his steps as he made his way around the Crest in a circle with knit brows. “Din.”

You tried everything, but he didn’t speak to you for a good hour after that.

You tried really hard to get him to talk to you and he just looked at you for a moment, pausing his incessant movement, shook his head in disbelief, and began working on part of the Crest again.

Finally you’d had enough, following on his heels like a bad smell, lamenting, "It's the armor! It's rubbing off on me!"

He mumbled so quietly you almost missed it. "I'll help rub something off on you-"

"What?" You cut him off.

"What?" He fired back dryly just as fast.

You stared at him for a long moment, your eyes flitting over his helmet as your jaw dropped in shock before you squeaked, "What?!?”

Another long moment passed before he simply turned and walked away in silence.

"Din?"

He held up a hand, waving it dismissively as if to say "Shhhh!"

“Ugh!” You groaned, throwing your head back and staring at the ceiling of the ship as you followed him around. “Will you please tell me what the Magistrate wanted?”

“Wants me to kill a Jedi.”

You stopped moving, your head snapping up to look at him properly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to,” he clarified. “Offered me a spear of pure beskar in exchange. If I turned that down, it’d look suspicious. Plus, she gave me coordinates of her last known location. Get your stuff packed up, we’ll leave as soon as you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now,” you said without hesitation. “I’m not going to take the armor off, it was too hard to get it to look right in the first place, plus if we run into anyone from town, we need to sell our story again.” You turned, taking a few steps toward the ramp before rounding on him with a finger held close to his visor. “But I’m not wearing the helmet.”

“I thought it stayed pretty well-”

“That’s because he,” you pointed to his little green ward sound asleep in the satchel, “wore himself out holding it on for me, then I held it the rest of the time.”

Din looked down at the child. “I didn’t know,” he murmured.

“Not everything is black and white like your visor would lead you to believe, Din.”

Xxx

Walking through the woods, the soft moans of the wood chomping creatures the only sound in the air, you kept a few paces ahead of him.

“So you have to kill a Jedi?”

He only grunted in response.

After a long moment of silence, your voice lowered before you continued, something hesitant in your chest. “Do you do this sort of thing a lot?” You looked over your shoulder at him, eyes lowering to the ground before you turned forward again, voice going lower still. “I mean, before I came along.”

Din sighed. “A bounty was a bounty, mesh’la. I…. I didn’t really think twice. Didn’t look much further than the information on the puck. Until this one.”

Chancing a glance back at him one more time, you saw he was looking down at the kid in his satchel with a fond tilt of his head, the kid now wide awake and blinking large eyes up at him as he babbled nonsense around an adoring smile.

“What made you think twice?”

Din lifted his visor to look at you straight on. “I don’t know. It just didn’t feel right. He was just a kid….” His focus turned toward the ground in thought, his voice going along with it. “….kinda like I was.”

“If….” You turned forward, unable to look at him as you said the next part. “If you got my puck, what would you do?”

“Go straight to the bar and get you the hell out of there.” He didn’t even hesitate.

You smiled softly. “No, I mean if you didn’t know me.”

“Oh.” Suddenly his hand was around your elbow, tugging you gently to a stop. “Mesh’la, you don’t want to go down this road.”

“Maybe you’re right. I just…. I don’t know. I’m curious-”

“No. Mesh’la,” he tugged you softly in the opposite direction you had been going. “You really don’t want to go down this road. The coordinates are that way.”

“….Oh.” Taking a few steps in the proper direction to get ahead of him again, you scrunched up your face in disbelief at yourself once you were past him as you mumbled, “I knew that.”

His hand still around your elbow stopped you short. “Mesh’la.”

Sighing, you looked at the ground. “Forget it, Din.”

He tried again, ignoring you, his tone just as soft. “Mesh’la.”

Refusing to face him, you lifted your gaze to study the forest of dead trees around you, the faint figures of the giant creatures lowing in the distance drawing your focus as you spoke. “No, Din. I don’t know what I wanted to know. Just…. Just forget it. Okay? Please?”

He sighed. “Mesh’la,” you echoed his heavy exhale, rolling your eyes, making him let out a soft snort of laughter. “Before…. My job as a bounty hunter wasn't…. Nice. It was an existence more than anything. Yes, it came to be something I enjoyed to an extent, but…. The taking of lives, ruining someone’s life, breaking up a family…. That was never the part I wanted. I hated that part.” The fingers around your elbow slowly began to trace absent patterns. “I….” He let out a huff. “I came back to the bar, back to you, to try and forget about those parts. You made me feel a little bit more human when I’d been stripped down to just a monster in beskar.”

Turning, you looked up into his visor. “You were never a monster, Din.” He shook his head at you with a disbelieving huff, his gaze falling toward the ground. “You weren’t,” you said more firmly, trying to catch his gaze again, smiling ever so slightly when you did. “You may scare Mythrol, but you’re not a monster.” You leaned in slightly, like you were sharing a secret. “I scare Mythrol, remember. And I am most definitely not a monster.”

“I don’t know….” He mused, his voice dripping in amusement. He began to move down the correct path again, pulling you gently until his hand fell from your arm as he pulled in front of you. “Have you seen you just after you wake up?”

Stopping in your tracks after only a few steps, your jaw dropped as an indignant scoff tumbled out, making him chuckle. Stomping past him, you brushed his shoulder with your own, the beskar on each set of armor bouncing off the other with a clang. “I take it all back. You’re awful.”

It only took a few more minutes before Din slowed to a stop behind you, making you turn to face him, tugging at the scarf around your neck where it was still tucked into the armor. “This is starting to itch….”

“I tried to warn you,” he muttered, pressing a few buttons on his vambrace as he looked around, pressing something on the side of his helmet once he was satisfied. “Well, these are the coordinates.”

Looking around, you tugged the scarf a bit harder, sighing in relief when it loosened just a bit. “This?” You used your other hand to gesture to the vacant space, save for barren trees.

He only nodded, turning slowly to survey the area for himself. “Keep your eyes open.”

“For what?” You grumbled. “This place is a ghost planet.”

He huffed, making another half turn before turning back towards you, his shoulders tense. “We must be close.”

Something rustled not far from you, making all three of you snap your attention to the side at the sound, searching for the source.

“You hear that?”

“No. I’m just reacting exactly like you for absolutely no reason,” you grumbled, eyes darting back and forth in search of the sound. It was hard to swallow the smile that wanted to come up when you felt his visor level on the side of your face, utterly unimpressed with your jokes.

Keeping his visor fixed on you, he walked over to a large nearby stone, setting the kid down on top of it. Finally, he turned to look at the kid as he spoke softly. “Don’t worry. Sit right here. Let me see what’s out there.”

Pulling the scope off his rifle, he looked around the area, coming back to a spot with a sigh. “False alarm.”

Following his line of sight, you saw one of the giant creatures in the distance, meandering slowly through the leafless trees. You were about to make a joke, something about the huge beasts and how they obviously hid so well, when you felt a sudden surge in the Force. You barely had time to say, “Mando!” before he spun just in time to block two white sabers with his vambraces.

The metal sang under the pressure of the blades before they were drawn back and you saw the face of your attacker, a Togruta, very strong with the Force.

She glanced between the two of you quickly before she went in again for another swipe at his beskar, the clang and ting of impact ringing around the clearing. A spin sent the blades careening for your own armor clad arms, and you felt the impact vibrate throughout the metal as you swiftly blocked, then put distance between you once again.

Using the Force, you summoned your saber from where Din still had it tucked away safely under his cape, and it flew into your waiting hand, igniting on impact.

Without wasting a second, you ran in between them, blocking her sabers with your own. White met purple in blinding flashes, the zing of kyber on beskar rang in between the hum of clashing blades as Din tried to come from the other side.

You saw her eyes widen in shock for only a moment when she saw the glow of your saber meet hers, but she quickly schooled her features back into something more battle ready, more menacing as she came back in for another attempt.

Both of you blasted your vambraces at her, walls of fire coming from each side and meeting in the middle in a collision of flames. She leapt up and out of the way at the last second, soaring high over your heads and landing safely away, firmly on her feet with her blades at the ready.

Din’s whipcord shot out and wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her side, her sabers pointed to the ground. She quickly looked up and you saw her plan form in an instant. Before you could say a word, she had leapt up again, obviously using the Force to gain distance from the two of you, and spun her body over a low hanging branch, yanking Din up by the cord with the movement.

He grunted, reaching out with a blade in his other vambrace to slice the cord tethering them together, dropping to the ground with a thud. He spun to face her as she turned, swinging her sabers with a flick of her wrists to cut the cord still around her at her back with a flash of sparks and hum of her blades on impact. Her blades once again at the ready once the whipcord was gone, she stood ready to charge.

“Ahsoka Tano!” Din held up his hand placatingly, backing up a step when she began to move toward him, his blaster drawn in his other hand. She stopped when she heard what he said. “Bo-Katan sent me!”

She hesitated, eyes darting between the two of you, dancing along the glow of your blade held in front of you at the ready before returning to your eyes.

“We need to talk,” he continued, voice softer as he caught his breath, and her gaze drifted over to the child.

She lowered her sabers as she casually slipped into conversation, and disengaged them, making you hesitate as you lowered your own blade, keeping it ignited as you held it loosely at your side.

“I hope it’s about him.”

After studying her face for a long moment and finding nothing bad, you followed her gaze to look at the child as he cooed softly, tilting his head back and forth as he looked between the three of you.

“And her.”

Looking over your shoulder, you found her eyes now on you, seeming to see beneath the layers of beskar with just a look. Shifting your weight nervously, your gaze darted to Din before you disengaged the saber, clipping it to your belt.

“Him,” you said decidedly as she and Din walked closer to the child.

Narrowing her eyes as they looked you up and down one more time, she pursed her lips as she stared at your face for a long moment. “And you,” she finally added again, something mischievous in her tone.

“No, just hi-”

“You may have just come for him,” she began, turning to walk away further into the woods, stooping down to pick her cloak up off the ground that had fallen off at some point in the battle, then motioning you both forward after a few steps. “But it is both of you that need my help.”

You and Din shared a look before following after her, Din scooping up the child on the way.

“I don’t-”

She held up her hand to stop you, a small smile working its way up her face. “There is no need to lie to me, little one. I could sense you long before I saw you. You’re quite powerful, but obviously never actually trained, much like your little green friend over there.” She gestured to the child with a small jerk of her head, eyes on the path in front of her. “Come.” Pulling the cloak over her shoulders, she finally fully looked at you and smiled. “We have much to discuss.”

“We don’t have anything to discuss,” you grumbled, keeping your stride alongside her. “You and the child do….”

She smiled knowingly. “We’ll see.”

Xxx

Ahsoka sat with the child by a lantern in complete silence. You could feel some sort of exchange happening between them, but you couldn’t tell what it was about, only that it felt friendly and good natured. The large moon behind them made the scene all very picturesque, but from your little viewpoint down here, everything about it made you want to run up and curl yourself around the child and never let go. It felt like a changing of the guard.

Din paced back and forth on the edge of the clearing as you leaned up against one of the old trees, your ankles crossed leisurely and your arms across your chest.

“Could you be any more of a worried father right now?” You chuckled over the words, holding your hands up in surrender when he stopped to stare at you, his head tilted in annoyance.

The armor was long gone from your frame and in a neat bundle with all but one of your capes and your scarf- which you were wearing- near your feet, ready to be carried back to the Crest. Your clothes you’d worn as a base layer had never felt better as you stretched your sore muscles, tired after lugging beskar around all day. You looked down, adjusting your vambraces needlessly, fiddling with the weapons on your belt while you waited.

He began pacing again, face toward the ground as he moved, and you sighed.

“They’ll be fine,” you tried after a minute, your arms crossing back over your chest as you slumped further back against the tree.

He stopped again, his shoulders tense, chest broad as he visibly kept from looking their way. “Can you hear what they’re saying?”

Narrowing your eyes, you tilted your head just slightly in question. “What they are silently saying in their heads?”

“Yes.” He spoke so matter of factly, you couldn’t help but answer in the same tone.

“Oh yeah. He’s complaining about the lack of frogs in his diet- No I can’t hear them!”

With a heavy sigh, his shoulders visibly deflating and rolling forward, he began to pace again, eyes on the ground.

Pushing off the tree, you stepped into his path, stopping him with your hands on his shoulders. The way he was moving you expected it to take more effort but he gave very little resistance, a small breath leaving his modulator as he looked up at you.

“Din. Breathe.” Taking a step closer, you tilted your head back to keep eye contact with him. “This is what he needs. What’s best for him. We won’t let him go if it isn’t right.” Your hands fell down into his cowl and you pulled him closer still. “And after that little fight she put up, I have no doubt he would be completely safe in her hands. She’s a Jedi, Din. She knows what she’s doing, knows what he needs. You know that.”

He let out a ragged breath, his gloved hands coming to rest solidly on your back, fingers tracing absently ever so slightly as he spoke. “I know. Doesn’t make it any easier.”

“Never said it would,” you whispered, turning your head to the side and resting your cheek against the fabric still fisted in your hands.

“And what about you, mesh’la,” Din prodded quietly after a moment, his hands stilling on your spine to hold you to him in a preemptive move. “Is this what you want?” You pulled back to look at him, and his grip only let you pull back enough to tilt your head back further. “Is it what you need?”

“He’s your ward, Din. Your foundling. It’s not my decision-”

He tisked, his head tilting to the right. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”

Closing your eyes, you buried your face in his cowl with a soft groan. Rolling your head back and forth against the fabric, you spoke into the material, unable to look at him. “No. It’s not.”

“You haven’t even talked to her yet-”

“And I don’t need to.” Pulling back, you looked at him through narrowed eyes, your brows pulled together in a scowl. “I’m fine with what I am, Din. Would I have one day, long ago, maybe have become a Jedi? Yeah.” Your eyes fell to his cowl, darting briefly to his signet that glinted in the moonlight, making you smile, before you looked back up at him. “But that’s not where I am now. It’s not where I’m supposed to be. I’m supposed to be here. With you.” You poked his chest, smiling. “….Kicking ass.”

He chuckled softly.

“I didn’t join a clan just to up and leave when something else came along. You know me better than that.” You arched a brow as you looked up at him, eyes flitting back and forth between where you assumed his eyes were.

“I do,” he said softly, leaning his forehead against your own. “I know you.”

“Then why even bring it up?” He laughed again at your soft grumble.

“Because, mesh’la, I want to do what’s best for both of you. Even if you did leave, you’d still be a member of my clan. You’ll always be a member of my clan.”

“Damn right I will be,” you mumbled, unable to contain your smile.

The squeaking of the lantern as it swung by Ahsoka’s side made you both pull away, turning to face the Jedi and your small ward. She set the lantern on the ground, then shared a long look with Din, then you, a soft smile on her face, before finally turning and setting the small child on a nearby stone.

He grunted softly as he looked between all of you, his ears wiggling as he did.

She sat on a rock across from him, tucking her arms under her cloak as she settled in, staring at the lamp for a long moment, before she looked back at the child with a fond smile, tilting her head as he continued to babble and coo.

“Is he speaking?” Din finally broke the silence. “Do you…. Understand him?”

“In a way.” Looking at the child fondly, she then looked up to Din. “Grogu and I can feel each other’s thoughts.”

Everything stopped. Your breath caught in your chest. Your eyes went wide from where they studied her, darting over to the little green child you’d instantly connected with, come to love more and more over the months, and would protect with your life. The kid.

“Grogu?” Din spoke hesitantly, as if tasting the word as it passed through his lips.

Lifting his ears, the chi- Grogu turned up toward Din, a questioning coo you’d never heard him make before softly tumbling forward into the silent space.

“Yes. That’s his name.” Ahsoka looked at the chi- Grogu with something that seemed like sadness.

Reaching out, you felt nothing but a kindred connection between the two of them, almost making you smile as the ki- Grogu turned to look at the Jedi again, but you successfully tucked it away. Turning to look up at Din, you watched as he shifted his weight a bit, processing this new information.

“Grogu.” He said it more confidently, looking directly at the kid, an affectionate tilt of his head after when Grogu immediately perked up, turning his way, ears up, eyes wide, and that silly little questioning coo tumbling out again, followed by a sweet, short little squeal of returned affection.

“He was raised at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.” Ahsoka stared at the lamp as she spoke. “Many Masters trained him over the years. At the end of the Clone Wars when the Empire rose to power, he was hidden.” Din lowered to a stone across from her, listening with rapt attention. “Someone took him from the Temple.”

His visor turned to you, and without even looking, you felt its weighted stare along the lines of your face. “I saw it.” Glancing up toward the Jedi, she tilted her head to the side in question, studying you closely. “I was there.”

“That’s not possible,” she gently shook her head. “You would have been too young-”

“I was only a baby when the Temple burned.” You held her gaze, hard as it was, but you managed. “I remember the smoke, billowing into the sky. My parents shaking their heads, watching with such sadness…. The dread, not my own, but an overwhelming, horrible feeling I’ll never forget just coming over me in waves as the flames grew.”

Removing the saber from your belt, you gently moved it back and forth between your hands idly as you continued. “I found this on Trask, in a black market box stamped with the Empire’s symbol in the corner. It called to me. Endlessly, until I touched it. Then the voices quieted, and….”

“The visions started,” Din offered softly in support.

“Tell me about them.”

Looking over at Din, you smiled sardonically. “Um, okay.” You looked at the ground for a moment before looking back up at her, expecting some sort of judgment, but only found curiosity and a touch of concern. “It started with the vision of the k- Grogu,” you corrected yourself pointedly, making her smile, “at the Temple on that day.”

His big eyes blinked up at you as he babbled softly, his head tilting to the side as a hand reached out toward you. Sticking your index finger out to place in his small hand with a smile, you continued quietly. “I saw it all as a bystander. Then I saw him. I leaned over him to protect him on instinct, then it all faded. When I told him about it, he did this,” you wiggled your finger in reference, making him giggle. “And I saw from his perspective.”

Removing your finger, you reached it up to scratch the top of his head, a contented purr making you smile. Turning back to the Jedi, you lowered your hand to your lap. “When I leaned over him in my dream…. Vision…. Thing,” you huffed, “in his memory, I was still there. I was a shadow covering him, and made him feel safe…. At peace.” Reaching out, you pulled your finger on the tip of his ear, making it shake away from you as he let out a squeal, his face scrunching up in amusement. “When he looked up, I saw my own face looking down into his cradle. I had just gotten my vambraces, and the saber, his signet on my knife, and all of it was there and accurate down to the last detail.”

Ahsoka leaned forward, resting her head on her fist, elbow braced on her knee. “And the second?”

You sighed, leaning back on your palms. “I saw him,” you jerked your head to the left toward Din. “A ten year old him, living a story he’d only vaguely told me about weeks before. Details he never mentioned, things he forgot…. Then, at the end, a Mandalorian flew off with him on a jet pack, and I swore it was like he was looking right at me.”

“When she told me that, I remembered seeing a girl down below as we took off,” Din said almost disbelievingly. “It sounds crazy, but I remembered it clear as day. And just like the other one, the vambraces, the saber, the mudhorn, all of it.”

Ahsoka smiled, bracing her other arm and cradling it under her chin beside the first as her eyes flicked between you all amusedly. “Sounds to me like the three of you were always meant to be a clan of three.” She nodded toward the saber in your hands. “And that was always meant to come to you.” She held your gaze firmly with her own. “Kyber crystals choose the wielder, not the other way around. If it brought you to it, then immediately quieted when in your hands….” She sat back, her hands falling to her lap. “Then you were chosen.”

You stared at her, hesitating before finally stating the obvious. “But I’m not a Jedi.”

“Doesn’t matter. The Force worked with the crystal, and that is what it chose to show you. Purple kyber can be extremely….”

“An asshole?” She smiled at your muttered response.

“Rambunctious,” she concluded. “But then again, the crystals are supposed to be a reflection of the wielder, so I suppose you knew that already.” Sending you a wink, she turned back to Din and Grogu, her voice floating into your head. We’ll finish talking later. I feel you haven’t told me about one other vision that is troubling you. Perhaps I can help.

Looking over at Din, you remember how he had reacted to the possibility of someone saying he had removed his helmet. It was like you had broken him. Darting your eyes back to Ahsoka, you were grateful she had kept this one between you.

“Then his memory becomes…. dark,” she continued, looking at Grogu sadly. “He seemed lost.” Looking over, you saw the little one hanging his head almost dejectedly. “Alone.” She looked at you pointedly, before turning her gaze back toward Din. “I’ve only known one other being like this. A wise Jedi Master named Yoda.”

At the name, a warm sensation crawled over your skin, a familiar feeling settling in your gut, almost as if a presence was right behind you, as words from when you found the saber echoed in your head.

A gravelly, quirky voice invaded your mind, echoing in the vast nothingness you found yourself in. You didn’t recognize it, but it brought you a sense of peace. “Trust in the Force, you must. Your path, you have found. Easy, it will not be, but walk it still, you must.”

Ahsoka chuckled softly, Grogu letting out an amused grunt as they shared a look, some unspoken exchange passing between them.

“Can he still wield the Force?”

Din hesitated, shifting his weight slightly. “You mean his powers?”

Ahsoka’s eyes darted to you quickly before they landed back on Din, her smile growing, her eyes softening. “The Force is what gives him his powers. It is an energy field created by all living things. To wield it takes a great deal of training and discipline.”

Her eyes once again fell on you in an unspoken question, and you shrugged, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment before meeting her gaze again in amusement. “I’ve tried to explain it before. I don’t….” You shrugged again, smiling. “It just doesn’t take.”

Nodding in understanding, her eyes danced with mirth as they fell back on the Mandalorian.

“I’ve seen him do things I can’t explain.” Din spoke haltingly, looking at Grogu before looking at you. “The same things, if not sometimes more than I’ve seen her do.” Looking back at Ahsoka, he sighed. “My task was to bring him to a Jedi.”

Something dark crossed over her face, her eyes falling back down to study the lamp again, her voice dropping with it. “The Jedi Order fell a long time ago.”

“So did the Empire, yet it still hunts him.” Lifting her gaze to his visor, she seemed to ponder his words. “He needs your help.”

A faint smile climbed her face as her gaze fell back down on the lamp. When she looked over at Grogu, you followed, and saw the child was almost asleep, fatigued from the long mental exchange, no doubt. She sighed as he let out gentle coos, right on the edge of rest. “Let him sleep.” She took a deep but silent breath. “I’ll test him in the morning.”

You got to your feet, walking over to Din’s side as he scooped up the child, pausing when her voice sounded at your back.

“You. Stay.”

Turning, you saw her looking you right in the eye as she got to her feet. “There’s something I want to try.”

Looking across your shoulder at Din, you saw him hesitate a few feet away. Nodding once, you jutted your chin in the direction of the Crest. “I’m fine. Go.” When he lingered, you sighed, closing the distance between you, your hand coming to rest on his upper arm. “If you’re gonna be all Mando about it, at least go sit and lean against the tree I was leaning against earlier. And try to sleep? Please?” Giving his arm a squeeze, you plastered on your best smile. “For me?”

“That’s not fair,” he sighed, turning to head over to the tree several yards away.

“Thank you!” You called after him, laughing when he waved a hand in the air dismissively. Turning back to face Ahsoka, you waited for her to explain.

“How did you come to know how to use the Force?”

Shifting your weight from foot to foot uncomfortably, you stared at her for a long moment before you found the courage to respond. So far in your life, you’d talked to a total of one other person about this. Din. Adding another finger to the count was hard.

“On my own. I just…. Did it. It’s not technically proper use of the Force, but by the time I was old enough to understand that, there was no proper training available. So I used it for mundane things until they came into my life.” You gestured behind you with a slight backwards lean of your head. “Now I only use it to help keep them safe. Well, and when Mando is being annoying. But I consider that saving my life, and sometimes his, depending on this situation.” You laughed softly.

“You don’t want training.” It wasn’t a question. An observation.

You shook your head. “The kid, he needs this. Deserves this. He’s going to do great things someday. He’ll always be my ad’ika, but the things he’s destined for are far from little.” (“Little one.”)

Ahsoka smiled fondly, nodding in agreement with a soft hum as she began to circle you slowly. “I can feel it in you. The chaos. The mischief you spoke of from the kyber, it simmers just below the surface.” She came to stop directly in front of you, her thumb and index finger clutching her chin in thought. “It’s part of what fuels you, gives you the strength you have, the abilities you’ve expressed like the visions and connections before their time, but….” Her eyes studied your face, darting all over until she found what she was looking for, finally returning to your eyes. “It’s also a source of anger for you. A loss of control. I sense a rage that sits just on the edge, ready to tip over with little provocation.”

Your eyes fell to the ground in shame. “The last few times I’ve gotten emotional, highly stressed or scared specifically, it…. It feels like I’m not in control.” Lifting your gaze to hers once again, you found only grace there, no scorn or judgment. “I’m able to stop it, rein it in, but each time it’s a little harder. It’s so easy. This last time I thought I was fine, that it had stopped at some crates shaking on a platform, but then Mando went to hug me, and I tried to gently push him off, but…. Instead I pushed him back several feet.” Looking down at your palms, you stared as if they held the answer. “It was like something exploded out of me, it wasn’t…. I didn’t….” Swallowing roughly, you lowered your hands as you lifted your head to look at her fully. “Please help me.”

As her hands went to clasp behind her back, she began to circle you again. “Tell me about this other vision.”

“It was something in the future, Mando’s future, to be exact.” She nodded for you to continue. “It happened right after the others, came on like a headache. Other Mandalorians asked if he’d removed his helmet. He said yes. They excommunicated him from their ranks. He was devastated in the vision and when I told him about it.”

“There’s something you’re leaving out. A detail…. Something small you couldn’t quite see.” Her head is tilted to the side as she rounds into your field of view again, passing around the other side a few seconds later.

“How did you….” You huffed. “I guess that’s the difference between proper training and not….” She chuckled at your muttered words. “A weapon. I think. I don’t know. A small black…. Something laid at his feet, but no matter how hard I looked, it was just like I was asleep, my eyes too bleary to make it out.”

Coming around in front of you for the umpteenth time, she stopped, looking at you with an arched brow. “I’m going to teach you something basic we learn in the Temple as younglings. I think it’ll help you learn to focus. Maybe, if you can apply the practice to this dream-”

“So it was a dream, not a vision?”

“It was the future, a possible outcome, however you want to call it.”

You sighed as she smiled before continuing. “If you can apply this practice to this vision, maybe it’ll help clear up any lingering confusion.”

Nodding your head vigorously, you stood a bit straighter. “Please. Yes. What do I need to do?”

She stood directly in front of you, walking a few paces away before turning to face you once again, her expression nothing but kind and amused. “I want you to jump.”

“How high?” You joked, your weight shifting easily onto one leg, thinking she was teasing.

“That is entirely up to you.”

Centering your weight again, your eyes widened before a look of incredulity crossed your features. “Oh, you’re serious?”

Hands still behind her back, she leaned just slightly toward you, her eyes practically dancing with held back laughter it seemed. “Jump.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “How does this help-”

“If you’d just do it, you’d understand.”

You whirled around when her voice sounded at your back, finding her now suddenly behind you several feet, stood in the same posture, hands behind her back patiently. “How did you….” Closing your eyes, your brows knit together, you shook your head in disbelief, eyes flying open when you felt a sudden surge in the air around you, a slight breeze making the finer hairs around your face move just slightly, only to find the spot she had been in empty.

“I promise this will work,” she said from off to your left, making you spin to try and find her yet again.

“Okay, now you're just showing off.” Hands on your hips, you grumbled at her with an arched brow, making her laugh.

Suddenly she shot up overhead like she had during the fight, landing back where she had started as if nothing had happened, and all you could do is watch with your jaw dropped.

“Maybe,” she conceded, “but I thought a little demonstration was necessary, don’t you think?”

Lifting your chin and straightening your spine, you closed your eyes, tapping into everything around you. The Force flowed up from the ground, still vibrant and plush despite the barren surface surrounding you. A whole mess of creatures just below the surface working hard to repair the damaged soil sending vibrations across your skin. Ahsoka shined bright in front of you, little tendrils of energy rolling off of her like condensation on a nice cool drink. Somewhere behind you you heard Din and Grogu snoring softly, both of them emitting something so good and content that washed over you like waves.

It all built up in you like a spring, coiled and ready to burst, and when you bent your knees just slightly then rocked to the balls of your feet, suddenly the ground fell away, and with your eyes still closed, the wind rushing in your face made you grin.

Once something solid was under you once again, you peeked your eyes open to find yourself on the other side of Ahsoka now, standing on top of the rock you had been sitting on earlier. It was several feet away, much more than you should have been able to jump on your own. Your cape fluttered down around you from the force of the movement, swooshing just slightly until it came to a stop.

You looked at Ahsoka, finding a lopsided grin climbing up her face as she watched you closely. “Now,” she said quietly, “use that focus, draw on it, and think about that vision. The object. The space. The people. Pull from everything, and let it build you a clearer picture.”

Nodding, you closed your eyes, recalling every aspect you could. The other Mandalorians. Din. Narrowing your brows you realized Grogu wasn’t there. You didn’t see yourself, either, but you could tell you were somewhere in the background, watching.

The object at his feet shimmered like a mirage from the heat of Tatooine. That was different from before, now it was coming in and out of focus, still just enough hidden that you couldn’t tell what it was, though.

“Then you are a Mandalorian no more.”

Your focus pulled to Din as the words of the other Mandalorian echoed in your head, and you saw his world shatter. He began to ask for forgiveness, how he could atone, and the other Mandalorian next to him made some jab, and you wanted to punch him for it.

Sizing up the brute, you heard Ahsoka whisper near your left ear, “Focus….”

Shaking your head, you tried to do what she said, looking down at their feet to see the object clearly for the first time.

“It’s…. It’s a saber?” You tilted your head as you stared at the item, wanting to be certain. Din picked it up and left before the vision dissipated. You stared at Ahsoka with wide eyes. “A saber. But how can that be?”

“Describe it to me.”

“Black hilt, um…. The other Mandalorians didn’t seem surprised by it, either. It almost seemed like they had maybe been fighting over it with the position Mando and the asshole were in.”

A light went off behind her eyes, understanding covering her features.

“Do you know it?”

Her head tilted to the side, a mischievous look taking over her face. “I think it’ll all be okay.”

“Mesh’la?”

Leaning to the side to look around Ahsoka, you saw Din standing near one of the rocks a few feet away, Grogu still snoring in his arms.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, the little womp rat did. Had some dream, started flailing, smacked my helmet pretty hard, actually. The sound woke me up….” He looked down as the kid started sleeping fitfully again.

Ahsoka reached out, placing a hand on his head, and instantly the lines on his face soothed, his limbs coming to still as he snuggled further into Din’s arms. “He’s dreaming about frogs,” she laughed softly.

“What have you two been doing?”

You smiled at Din as he looked at you expectantly. “Watch this.”

Xxx

The next day Ahsoka brought your little clan to a clearing, leading your little band as you brought up the rear. Grogu cooed from his spot in Din’s arms, looking all around with wide eyes.

You watched the mossy ground pass underfoot as you walked, marveling at the greenness of it as it squished beneath your feet. Growing up on a planet basically made of durasteel and concrete, you felt like you were walking on air. Leaning closer to Din in front of you, you pushed up onto your tip toes and whispered, “Somewhere green.”

He snorted. “This doesn't count.”

“I see green, it counts,” you grumbled.

“It’s barely even green, mesh’la. It’s moss. The rest of the planet is a wasteland.”

“It counts.”

“Fine, it can count,” he mumbled. “But as soon as I take you somewhere like Endor, or Naboo, even Sorgan….” Grogu’s ears perked up on the last one, his face turning up to look at Din with a smile. “You’re not even going to remember this place.”

Before you could respond, the group was coming to a stop, and before you realized, you were bumping into Din’s back with a soft oomph. “Ow,” you muttered pitifully, rubbing your nose as you took a step back.

Peering over your hand, you saw Ahsoka smiling at Grogu still perched in Din’s arms. “Let’s see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind.” She booped his nose with her finger. Motioning over towards a nearby stone, she turned to look for something while Din set Grogu down on the large rock.

He sidled up beside you, muttering in a low voice, “What do you think she is going to do?”

“I’m not sure,” you studied her as she picked up a stone before rising to her feet again. “But I trust her.” Tilting your head back to look up into his visor, arms across your chest, you tried to ease his worry with a reassuring smile. “So far she hasn’t given me a reason not to.”

“No voices?”

The smile took a crooked tilt up in amusement as you turned your attention to Grogu. “No voices. No bad feelings. No premonitions. Nothing about the past, present, or future. And no taunting kyber crystals.” Turning back to his visor, you narrowed your eyes playfully. “Did I cover everything?”

“Just making sure,” he clarified somewhat teasingly, turning his own attention over to the child.

“Well, there was one voice.” You saw his head turn toward you in your peripheral and you smirked. “Hers. She spoke to me in my head.”

“You…. She…. Can do that?” He sounded amazed but also slightly disturbed.

“Easily,” you mused, trying to contain the broad grin trying to come out.

“Ne shab’rud’jetiise,” he mumbled under his breath, turning back to face Ahsoka with a slight incline of his head. (“Don’t fuck with Jedi.”)

Facing her palm upwards with a small stone resting in the center, she turned it toward Grogu, keeping the stone held firmly to her palm with the Force. Then, with a slight push, the stone began to float through the air slowly, gently tumbling end over end like a planet on its rotation.

Din took in a sharp breath when the rock started levitating, holding it until the stone landed in Gorgu’s hands. Letting it out on a stutter, his chest deflated a bit with the motion, his shoulders curling forward just slightly in relief.

Letting out soft coos, Grogu looked at the stone, then over to you before he turned to Ahsoka.

Holding her palm face up once again, she smiled at him encouragingly. “Now, return the stone to me, Grogu.”

The child looked down at the stone one more time before lifting his gaze and darting it between the three of you, eyes wide and innocent. You’d seen this look before. He knew exactly what was going on, what was expected of him, but something stood in the way. He got almost a little bit…. Shy.

“He doesn’t understand,” Din finally offered after a long moment of silence, and you had to bite your lip to keep from grinning at how concerned he was.

“He does,” Ahsoka assured, turning from the Mandalorian to the child. “It’s okay,” she soothed after he whined quietly, staring down at the stone. Slightly bouncing her extended palm for emphasis, her tone once again grew more firm. “The stone, Grogu.”

With the slightest jerk of his head toward the Jedi, Din motioned for the child to do what she said. You almost rolled your eyes at him. Gone were the days of a cold Mandalorian, jumping from job to job and only worrying about credits and his ship. He’d never admit it out loud, but he wanted so badly everything for this child. He was the nervous father on the sidelines, trying to help their child succeed in any way they could. It made your chest feel too small for the feeling swelling inside it at the thought.

You brought a hand to cover your mouth in an attempt to hide the smile trying to betray you at the scene unfolding in front of you. When Grogu looked up at you after Din, it was all you could do to raise your eyebrows in encouragement and tilt your head toward Ahsoka like he had, keeping the smile sealed beneath your fingers.

The whole exchange felt light and easy, so it was surprising when the kid looked to the stone for a final time before dropping it in front of him with a frustrated grunt. It made your brows knit together as you studied your little ward, trying to reach out to him with encouraging thoughts, happy things, maybe even something about frogs, but he was completely closed off to you.

Din let out a sigh behind you, his weight shifting slightly as you knew he, too, was feeling Grogu’s discouragement without any need of using the Force.

Ahsoka let out a sigh of her own, before walking over and crouching in front of Grogu, staring at him intently. When she reached out and took his small hand with hers, you reached out to try and feel what they were ‘saying’. Closing her eyes she ducked her head and took a deep breath before she spoke calmly. “I sense much fear in you.”

Grogu looked at her as he babbled softly, ears wiggling as he did. You didn’t sense anything from him to her, he didn’t even try, but there was a small tendril being extended to you, faint and tentative, like a child hiding in their mother’s skirts when a long lost relative comes to visit. You let every calming thing you could think of flow back on the line being precariously hung between you. Be brave, ad’ika.

Walking back over to her spot across the clearing from the child, Ahsoka explained softly. “He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years.”

Din shifted his weight to one side, his head tilting ever so slightly to the right. “So has she, but she doesn’t have this problem.”

Keeping your eyes on Grogu, you explained in a quiet voice, “I didn’t watch everyone I love die.” Your gaze fell down to study the ground, your voice so low you pictured it skimming just along the surface. “I kept it hidden. He’s kept it buried.” You turned your face up to look at his visor. “Imagine the Crest sat for a year, untouched. At the end of that time, it’s still a ship. But everything about it is going to be rusty, gunky, need a good tune up.” Grogu cooed, bringing your attention back to him with a smile. “He just needs a little elbow grease, is all.”

Humming in agreement, Ahsoka nodded once. “Let’s try something else. Come over here.”

Din jerked his head to the side, beckoning the kid over once again, sighing when Grogu stayed where he was. “He’s stubborn.”

“Not him. You.”

Din turned his attention back to her quickly, your palm coming to slap over your forehead as your eyes scrunched up tight.

“I want to see if he’ll listen to you.” She smiled softly in amusement.

He scoffed, walking over to stand beside her. “That would be a first.”

“I like firsts. Good or bad, they’re always memorable.” She placed the pebble in his hand. “Now, hold the stone out in the palm of your hand. Tell him to lift it up.” She began to walk around behind him, headed toward where you stood to the side.

He sighed again, doing what she asked. “Alright, kid. Lift the stone.”

Ahsoka paused before she made it very far, leaning in by his ear to whisper pointedly, “Grogu.”

Din’s weight shifted side to side as he turned his visor on her, a heavy breath, not quite a sigh, filling in the silence. Facing the child once again, his posture stiffened just a bit. “Grogu….” The child perked up with that adorable new sound he made whenever he heard his name. “Come on, take the stone.” Grogu deflated, his gaze turning toward the ground with a dejected coo. “You see? I told you, he’s stubborn.” This time you actually did roll your eyes when Din enacted every bit the stubborn one and threw the rock to the side in annoyance.

“I wonder where he gets that from,” you mumbled, simply smiling at him when he tilted his head at you in response.

“Try to connect with him.”

After a long moment, Din reached into his belt, pulling the little silver ball out, the child instantly peering up curiously.

“Grogu…. Do you want this?” Din spoke tantalizingly, lowering to his haunches and holding the ball out in front of him. “Well, go ahead. That’s right, take it. Come on. You can have it.” He nodded his head once, gesturing toward the ball. “Come on.”

The ball flew through the air like you had seen a million times on the ship, straight into the kid’s hand. A small burst of joy surged in the air from Grogu, but it quickly faded into something a little more nervous as he stared at the little silver orb.

Din quickly stepped over to him, praise tumbling out of his mouth excitedly. “Good job! Good job, kid. You see that?” He lowered to his haunches, taking the ball back from the child gently. “That’s right. I knew you could do it. Very good.”

You could feel something anxious roll over Ahsoka beside you, and you chanced a glance her way, finding her looking at the pair of them in concern. You knew where this was headed, you’d seen it from the start. You had just hoped that maybe since the Jedi Order wasn’t around anymore that someone would be willing to bend the rules, especially for someone like Grogu. Turning back to watch Din still fawning over the child, you had to physically bite your tongue to not say anything. This needed to come from her.

“He’s formed a strong attachment to you.” Din turned his head to look at her briefly before looking at Grogu again. “I cannot train him.”

Her last words brought him back to his feet. “What? Why not? You’ve seen what he can do.”

You hung back, leaning on the rock you had been observing from, looking between the three of them. Your heart admittedly broke a little to hear the words you already knew would be said. You had found a way. Sure, you weren’t actually a Jedi, but like Ahsoka had said, that didn’t stop some kyber from choosing you. That didn’t stop the Force from making you a clan of three. Attachment hadn’t been something wrong for you, but you saw it was something almost terrifying for her. Something beyond just the teachings of the Jedi. Something about this felt personal.

“His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.” She looked at you pointedly on the last word, almost begging you to understand.

And you did. To a degree. There was also a part of you that still believed this was best for him. The part that had been in that vision with him, had felt his peace and comfort from the halls of the Temple. There was a part of him that longed for this, no matter how deep it was buried.

“All the more reason to train him.” Din was having none of it.

“No.” She stepped closer, her voice lowering. “I’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us.” The last part was almost like an afterthought, and you watched her closely, unable to get another read on her. Her walls had gone up. “I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade.” Looking at Grogu one more time, she turned and began to walk away, passing right by you without a second glance. “I’ve delayed too long. I must get back to the village.”

The child began to whine softly, so you started over toward him, stopping when Din began to speak again, turning to watch the Jedi’s reaction.

“The Magistrate sent me to kill you.” Ahsoka froze at Din’s words. Slowly she turned to look at him over her shoulder, something between disbelief and ‘I should have known better’ on her face. “I didn’t agree to anything,” he continued in a softer tone. “And I’ll help you with your problem, if you see to it that Grogu is properly trained.”

She turned around fully to look at the child once again, but you were standing in the way. She met your eyes as you stepped aside, allowing her gaze to flicker down to the child and you watched the decision roll behind her eyes as she let out a heavy sigh.

Xxx

Walking through the woods back toward the village, Din carrying the child in the satchel and you carrying the bundle of armor until you could get back to the Crest, you listened as they discussed the technicalities of an attack.

Din listed off blasters and droids and a whole mess of things Ahsoka just nodded to, while you made a face at the kid, making him smile from his little perch.

You finally began to listen when Din spoke of the man who had let you into the village. “He reads ex-military to me.”

You scoffed before you mumbled, “He reads asshole to me.”

Din shook his head at you as a soft snort passed through his modulator, Ahsoka smiling fondly. “Combined, not even your laser swords would be able to protect you from all that firepower.”

“You do this on purpose, don’t you?” You turned up toward Din, adjusting the bundle on your back as you stared into his visor.

Ahsoka still smiled, Din just tilting his head at you as she finally spoke. “True. But don’t underestimate the Magistrate either.”

Finally coming to a stop, you dropped the bundle of armor with a thud as they discussed the lady that had hired Din. Stretching your back as you listened, you grimaced at the stiffness in your limbs, shooting the kid a wink when he cooed at you.

“She plundered worlds, destroying them in the process.”

That was enough for you. Anywhere that had life outside of trillions of people crawling around like bugs on duracrete and steel deserved to be saved, not looted. You hated this woman even more now.

“When you were in the city did you see any prisoners?”

“I saw three villagers strung up just outside the inner gate.”

So that’s what you’d heard. You stared at the ground as they continued to talk back and forth, worrying your thumbnail between your teeth. There were no voices, nothing sinister in the back of your mind, just a genuine bad feeling about the whole thing simmering just under your skin.

“We must find a way to free them.”

Din’s voice was amused as he continued. “A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming.”

“And whatever I am.” You didn’t even realize you said it out loud, your head snapping up when you feel three sets of eyes on you. It had been meant to be out loud, then you’d thought better of it, but still it had come tumbling out into the open before you realized it.

Ahsoka placed a hand on your upper arm and a sense of calm began to wash over you. It wasn’t mind control like you had done with Mythrol, but instead just a surge of something good, something rooted deep from within her being shared with you. “You are yourself. And that is all you could ever hope to be.”

Xxx

Tags: @ren-ni, @hoodedbirdie, @rennalouise, @kurlyfrasier, @what-the-heckin-heck, @deceiverofgodss, @Littleshadow17, @nghtwngs, @yourcoolauntie, @queenmalhinewahine, @lam-ila, @jesseeka, @come-hell-or-eldren-fire, @creativeautistic, @lemonsandraspberries, @heyitsaloy, @987coley, @marvel-sw-lover, @just-shut-up-kid, @1800-get-alife, @multifandomsw, @oliviajdjarin, @eeopxlt, @tomskookie, @venusacrossthestars, @sanscas, @veralii, @a-rose-of-amber, @i-own-loki, @lil-writer-523, @starry-supernova, @qweenrogerina, @darkenwolfie, @mischiefnevermanaged94, @tragerlover, @pxl8ed, @peonyophelia, @fullmoonshadowwrites, @Itsavicf, @professionalfangrrl, @immortalbloodhuntress, @scentedthingtidalwave, @reiya-djarin, @canvasandclay333, @fordo-kixed-rex, @jxvipike, @anidiotwhoreads, @sgt-morgan, @krussyfed, @lupinpetersclearwaterodairparker, @local-mr-frog, @itzagothamcitysiren, @jellybeanstacey0519, @piratequeen-impact, @cheoriemoawa, @crazyworldofsiani, @luvmeijii, @magic-without-bloop, @warmdragonfly, @ponyboys-sunsets, @dilfsaremyfavourite, @hello-th3r3, @thereaperisabitch, @seventhomen What’s This?

175 notes · View notes

jadelovesrise-tmnt · 1 year

Text

SECOND FANFIC

Idea by @tastybluesprite

This takes place a bit before the movie, when the apocalypse first started.

Lee:🐢💜

Ler:🐢💙

Donnies stressed about the situation, so Leo helps him stop worrying for a short while.

In the lair games episode where Donnie hides in his shell, remember that?

Well keep that in mind for later!

Tw: kinda angsty at the start again, tickles, some cussing.

Bad fanfic numa toooo !! 1!

___________________________________________________________________________

The sewer was dead silent.

It had been a week before the kraang had started there take over.

Raph was usually on guard duty, preventing the infected from taking over the base using his ninpo.

Mikey stopped drawing ever since it happened, being back up in case raph was outnumbered.

Donnie was always in his lab, trying to find out how to get the key, let alone get rid of the kraang.

And Leo....

Along with making sure the others took care of themself's, he had lost most of his spark.

Seeing his brothers be so upset was heartbreaking, especially knowing HE was the reason.

It was around 3:13 am, when he heard a thump from donnies room

Worried for his twin, he rushed upstairs, barging into the lab.

Donnie dropped the tools he was working with, thumping his head onto the table.

🐢💜: "why isn't this working..?? If I can't protect them....then...ugh..."

He mumbled out loud to himself, silent tears running down his face.

Leo cleared his throat, loud enough for Donnie to hear.

He perked his head up and sighed, turning to face Leo.

🐢💜: "oh..hey, Leo..did you need anything?"

🐢💙: "I heard a thump, are you okay?? Wait are you-- are you cryin Dee? "

His twin let out a shakey breath, standing up and hugging his twin.

This was weird. Like Mikey level weird. [No Offense... ]

Donnie never hugged Leo, or anyone really, it was rare he even acknowledged him!

Leo's thoughts we're interrupted by a heavy sob.

🐢💜: "I'll never..be able to prot-tect you all... I have no p-power...im useless compared to you..! How can you even stand being my twin if I can't...."

His words were cut off in between loud body shaking cries, holding onto Leo tighter than ever.

Leo's jaw dropped from hearing his brother speak like this. Usually it was Leo being emotional about being useless.

He didn't realize how bad the situation of the world had got to dee.

🐢💙: "d-dee..your nothing even CLOSE to useless! What are you talking about??"

He felt hot tears sting his eyes from seeing his twin like this.

🐢💙: "I'm taking you to my room, okay? You need a break."

Donnie nodded slightly, leaning on his brother and walking with him to his bedroom.

Leo sat on his bed, Donnie laying on his stomach, head resting in Leo's lap.

🐢💙: "may I remove your battle shell? Maybe it'll help your back feel less sore from working so long.."

🐢💜: "sure..i don't mind.."

Leo took it off, gently setting it to the floor.

🐢💙: "so..would you like to talk about it? I'll listen no matter what. "

Donnie took a long, shakey inhale.

🐢💜: "I feel like I'm worthless protection wise..i mean, let's face it, I'm more of an extra, or a spare brother. Raph is super strong, Mikey is creative, your hilarious, but me? I can't even find out how to get us outta this mess, let alone get my ninpo to work. "

Donnie shut his eyes, tears running down his face from stress.

🐢💜: "and now I'm here crying like a baby because I can't handle being the disappointment...how selfish is that..? Seeking comfort from my brothers who have it worse than I..?? Without a warning nonetheless.."

He felt something wet hit the side of his head, tilting to look up at Leo.

Tears quickly fell from Leo's eyes, staring with dread at his twin.

🐢💜: "l-leo?! Are you..okay??"

Leo practically yanked Donnie up into a huge hug, sniffling quietly.

🐢💙: "don't you EVER. say that about yourself. You mean SO MUCH to this family. What do you think raph, Mikey, even splinter would do without you here??"

Donnie hugged back without a second of hesitation.

🐢💜: "I'm s-sorry Leo.."

🐢💙: "do you wanna know the real reason I poke, prod, and just bother you in general? It's because it's an excuse to BE here with you. The others hang out with me either way but your my TWIN. You mean so much to me, AND the others."

🐢💜: "L-leo..im sorry for upsetting y--"

🐢💙: "no, Donnie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not making sure you knew we appreciated you as much. You deserve the whole world, Hérmano."

Leo went quiet, drying donnies tears as he did the same to himself.

🐢💜: "Leo...?"

🐢💙: "yeah, dee?"

🐢💜: "Thank you. And I don't mean just for this, but for being you. I know I don't say it, hell, I'll probably regret saying this right now but I genuinely like when you 'annoy me'. "

He made air quotes before resting his head in Leo's shoulder, going limp with his arms wrapped around him.

🐢💜: "I mean, sure, I act mean but it shows you at least thought of me without necessarily NEEDING something. Well, other than my company."

Leo softly chuckled, patting donnies back.

🐢💙: "I appreciate you sayin that, dee. But your not living it down. "

🐢💜: "expected reaction.."

They both softly giggled, going silent in each other's arms.

🐢💜: "I know I've already ranted but..i don't know how to exactly cheer up from here.."

Leo pondered for a moment, trying to find a hobby they both enjoyed.

🐢💙: "I'm sure we'll find something to do! Let me think.."

🐢💜: "gasp, Leo can think?? He has a brain??"

Leo jokingly scoffed in fake offense.

🐢💙: "Howww darethh theeee!!! My brain is FULL of thoughts!! How rudee!"

Donnie let out soft, breathy giggles.

🐢💜: "pfft-hhehehehe!! You dohohork!"

Leo laughed along with him, gently tapping his fingers on donnies shell to help him think of something for them to do.

Donnie let out a soft screech, squirming around to try and stop the unexpected tickly feeling attacking his back.

🐢💙: "what's so funny??"

🐢💜: "L-leheheooho!! Pffbftt-stahahaaap!!!"

He covered his hand with his mouth, containing the giggles that were building up from the tiny tapping of Leo's hand.

Leo looked at his brother with confusion, until he glanced at his shell where his hand was, a evil grin spreading on his face.

🐢💙: "donnniieeeeeee??? Why you gigglinnn?"

Donnie weakly thrashed, the hug he was once enjoying peacefully had been a death trap, unable to stand up or run for it.

He held both his hands over his mouth, tiny squeaks and muffled half laughs escaping his throat.

Leo gently ran his hand up and down his back, making the twin shake with contained laughter.

🐢💙: "what's so funny dee? Something tickle your funny bone?"

With the mix of the tickly sensations, and Leo's puns, Donnie knew he was gonna break soon. His eyes shut tight and a wild smile on his face.

Leo started gently tracing the shapes of donnies shell spots with one finger, the other hand continuing to tap in random spots.

🐢💙: "awww dee!! This one's shaped like a heart!!"

He traced one of the markings near his shoulder as he spoke, making donnie start softly cackling.

🐢💜: "Eeee-!!!..ehehee!--dahahamihihit stahahhaap!!"

Donnie cursed himself for breaking, the built up giggly tension making his body shake.

🐢💙: "There's my giggly twin!!"

Leo's grin only grew once his brothers laughter spilled out of his throat in waves.

🐢💜: "lehEHEHEOO!! Ihihim too ohold for thihihahas!!! StahAHAHAA-!"

🐢💙: "if your too old for this why are you laughing then?? Hmmmm?"

🐢💜: "Behehecahahause the brahahahihin tehehels uhus toohoho!! Ihits a paihihIHIN REHEhespahanse!!!"

Leo chuckled at his response, putting on his fake nerd voice.

🐢💙: "because the brain tells us tooo!!1! "

The stupid voice Leo did mixed with the electric feeling through his back made his laugh go up an octave.

🐢💜: "youohouhuhur gohohnahaha wahahake the ohahathehers!!!!"

🐢💙: "just stop laughing then!!!"

Donnie held onto Leo tight, his cackles being muffled into Leo's neck.

🐢💙: "nuh-uh, you can't have a laugh like that and hide it!! No way!"

🐢💜: "mahahake mehehe nahahardohoho!!!"

Donnie almost immediately regretted those words as Leo dug his hands into his underarms.

🐢💙: "Tickletickletickletickletickle!!!!"

Donnie threw his head back and let out loud giddy cackles, tears springing into his eyes.

🐢💜: "DOHOHONT SAHAHAY THAHAHA- PFFTTAHAHAHAA!!-"

🐢💙: "don't say what dee? Tickle?"

He weakly slapped at his hands.

🐢💜: "YEHEHEHAHAS!!"

🐢💙: "but it's such a fun word!! Tickletickletickletickle!!"

He giggled along with his brother, watching him go red.

🐢💜: "NAHAHAHARDAHAHOHO!!!! STAHAHAPIHIHICAHAHANT!!!-"

🐢💙: "Awww can my wittle bwother not handle the ticklesss???"

He teased, gently prodding at dees neck.

🐢💜: "shuhuhaHAHA- Shuhut uhahap!!!!"

🐢💙: "What did you just say, brother..?"

Leo ceased his attack, glaring jokingly at his twin before resting his hands by donnies neck, gently brushing against where his neck and softshell met. Before he could act, Donnie squeaked and tried quickly getting out of the trapped hug.

🐢💜: "wahahahihitnahahatthehere!! Pleheheeese!!"

🐢💙: "your neck isn't even that sensitive! Why are you freaking out??"

Donnie frantically squirmed, scrunching his neck to hide the gap in between it and the shell.

🐢💜: "Y-yeheheahah-!! Sohoho you shohohould juhust ignohore ihit!"

🐢💙: ".....hey donniieeee?"

Donnie knew that tone allllll too well.

🐢💜: "yehehes brohohotheher..??"

🐢💙: "mind if I test something? A 'experiment' as you would say."

Donnie tensed up, covering his mouth again, knowing it wouldn't make a difference.

🐢💜: "lehehehoho dohoho nahahat!!!!"

Leo very gently placed two fingers in the top part of donnies shell, lightly tapping the inside of it.

🐢💜: "WAHAHAHAIHIT-- STAHAHAPNAHAHAT THEHEHERE--EEEEEEHAHA!!-"

Leo knew Donnie was super ticklish but this was a game changer!!

🐢💙: "I hahavehent even done muhuch dee!!!! Calm dohown!!"

🐢💜: "LEEHEHEHEHAHAHAA!!- IHIHICAHAHAHANT- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Leo changed from tapping to light spidering.

Surely it wouldn't be too bad right??

Wrong.

Nothing could have prepared them for what happened.

Donnie let out a loud, genuine SCREAM before falling into screechy loud laughter.

🐢💜: "AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOLEHEHEY SHIHIHAHA!!!!- STAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Leo burst into laughter along with his twin, now spidering the outside of his shell with the other hand, and digging slightly harder onto the inside.

🐢💙: "ohoho my gahad dee how ticklish ARE you?!"

🐢💜: "SHAAHAHAHAHA-LEHEHEHEE-!!!! IHEHEHEHAA!!-"

He couldn't manage words over his screechy laughter, aggressively twisting back and forth before managing to free his arms. Tears of joy ran down his face as he stumbled backwards onto the floor with a thud.

🐢💙: 'uh oh..did I take it too far??'

Leo peaked over at Donnie, who had went into his shell out of habit.

🐢💙: "are you okay dee???"

🐢💜: "Ihihi cahahahnt-- hehehehe!!!--"

His giggles cut him off from speaking, making Leo laugh along with him.

Leo picked up Donnie, who was still in his shell, before getting an idea.

🐢💙: "hey Donnie? Are you able to come out right now?"

🐢💜: "prohobahalehehey not tihill I'm cahalm..whihehey??"

Leo went silent, his evil grin returning as he set Donnie on the bed and stood up.

🐢💜: "leheheo I knohow your planning somethihihing!!!!"

🐢💙: "nonsense hérmano!! I'll be riiiight back!"

Leo quickly hopped out of the room, running off somewhere and returning not even a minute later.

Donnie was, surprisingly, still giggling his head off, trying to calm down to get himself out of his shell.

🐢💙: "I'm back dearest brother!!!"

Donnie squeaked and his giggles went up an octave or two.

🐢💜: "nahahardoho I swehehahar you wihihill regrehehet thihihas!!"

Leo grinned and grabbed Donnie, pulling him into his lap before clearing his throat.

🐢💙: "As you know, during night, Mikey keeps his paintbrushes out to dry, but since Mikey's asleep right nowww!!"

Donnie squealed, his manic giggles intensified with each second.

🐢💜: "Leheheheohohoho plehehheahahasehehe!!! I've behehen tortuhuhured ehehenohough!!"

The room went silent besides the tiny giggles coming from Donnie.

It felt like years of anticipation before the brush bristles made contact with the inside of his shell, no longer protected by his neck.

Leo thought for sure the others would wake up from how loud he shrieked.

🐢💜: "AAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA--EEHEHEHAHAHA!!!-- FFAHAHAHAHACK!!-"

His laugh was so high pitched he didn't even sound like a turtle anymore!!

Leo blew a long raspberry onto the back of his shell while speeding up the movement of the brush.

Donnie was speechless, laughing his heart out uncontrollably while gasping for air like a fish out of water.

🐢💜: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!!!! HHAHAHAHA--HA-!!!!"

His laugh grew choppy, his gasps becoming frantic before Leo slowed to a halt, hugging his giggly brother.

🐢💙: "Well someone sounds happier!!"

Donnie couldn't even muster a response, giggling freely without any worries.

🐢💜: "hehehehehee...hhahaha...wahahaow...."

Leo rubbed the ghost tickles away, then gently hugged Donnie.

🐢💙: "Did you have fun, dee?"

He spoke in a soft voice, not expecting any response from the giggly puddle he made.

🐢💜: "honehehehestly??...yehehes.."

He let out a chuckley sigh and shut his eyes.

🐢💙: "Awwwww!!! Well if you had so much fun then we should do this more often!!"

🐢💜: "nohoho wahay!!"

They both laughed, and after a while, Donnie finally popped out of his shell, embracing Leo in a hug.

🐢💜: "Thank you for cheering me up..your the best twin anyone could ask for."

Donnie had a warm, genuine smile on his face.

Leo felt his heard melt hearing those words, hugging his twin and pulling the covers over them.

🐢💜: "you don't mind if I crash in here right? "

Donnie yawned while reaching for the light, turning it off.

🐢💙: "Of course not, goodnight Hérmano. "

Without another word, they fell asleep, not a worry in there mind.

___________________________________________________________________________

BOOM MORE FANFICS THAT COULD BE IMPROVED BUT I'M LAZY YAHOO

#rottmnt #rottmnt tickle #lee!donnie #lee!donatello #ler!leo #ler!leonardo #tickler #ticklee #tickle fic

77 notes · View notes

narkinafive · 8 months

Text

ahshowka breakdown! tagged #ahsoka spoilers and #ahshowka

the good:

when i tell you i almost stood up and cheered during the memorial ceremony. i could feel the great cosmic energy surging through my VEINS, senator jai kell and clancy brown and UGH. thank GOD

relatedly, i really liked having hera be the first person to say his name. idk. it felt nice and in character that she still thinks of her crewmember-cum-son-and-boy

i, for one, am really, really really digging the slow, deliberate pacing. time will tell if it ends up more plodding than contemplative, but i love having the space to breathe and observe... almost like a jedi? lol, but mostly i'm happy not to be taken on a roller coaster

kiner bros putting their whole pussy into the soundtrack

EMAN ESFANDI ON THE RECORDING WHEN HE DOES THE LITTLE HEADSCRATCH i was like yes. yes. this man understands

showing sabine's helmet in the foreground and having her twice avoid it to pull out other stuff from under the table. i have so many thoughts

man i love that they're all kind of bitches to each other. i support unlikable women

huyang: man you suck ass at this whole force thing, huh

the... less good:

ignore the makeup ignore the makeup ignore the makeup

i'm interested to see the show tackle the idea of how to transition from empire to republic, and i think it can be a salient critique of capitalism to have the republic essentially absorbing the imperial workforce so as not to stop production, but i am, as always, skeptical, since LF has uh... not been great about this before (i mean narratively, not even like getting into unfortunate implications lmao)

utterly bored with we-have-asajj-ventress-at-home and the other dude (rip ray stevenson tho, what a phenomenal talent) but i'm hopeful that will change!

dreading thrawn just bc i hate thrawn but that is entirely personal and not at all a critique of the show 😂

seated and watching:

i am extraordinarily interested in the sabine/ahsoka dynamic, and i am dying to know more, because it really is reading like a nasty lesbian breakup. which i am totally okay with

i am less... concerned? wary? of sabine as ahsoka's apprentice than i was before we started. idk, given all the visual emphasis on sabine avoiding these two "opposed" poles (avoiding the jedi by not going to ezra's memorial, avoiding the mandalorian by shoving her armor away under the table) i am curious to see how this plays out. it feels like a natural evolution from her rebels arc of choosing her new family in the ghost crew, but inverted? which i'm interested in. idk. feeling hopeful, tho

there's an interesting motif of seeing things through (and failing to do so) in these first two episodes. obviously ezra says that to sabine almost verbatim, but there's also ahsoka walking away from both anakin and sabine before training was completed, there's the new republic failing to fully eradicate imperial sympathies (sometimes deliberately so), and there's something there too, i think, about failing to confirm thrawn's death. or account for his return? anyway. i'm interested

but truly, highlight of the premiere is huyang being like good god you are bad at this

#ahshowka #ahsoka spoilers #also yes ok to rb!

18 notes · View notes

viktorshands · 1 year

Text

Vampire AU - Part I

Silco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language (seriously, that’s it... for now... o.o)

WC: 1370

Chapter I: An Unexpected Setback

You were an Arts professor at Piltover Academy, teaching students the pleasures of history, music, and art. You loved your job, for as long as you could remember you were always told that you would make an amazing teacher. Unsurprisingly, you did. Coincidentally, so did your best friend, Sky. The two of you were as thick as thieves as two young women could be. You both enjoyed the nightlife of Piltover City, sometimes a little too much, but could always count on each other for everything.

You stroll up the front steps at Piltover Academy at a leisurely pace, humming to yourself. Only faculty was permitted in the classrooms at this time, with only a couple of days before the fall semester classes started. You nod politely at the other professors as you walk down the spacious hallway until you finally reach your office. You reach for your key to open the door, but before you can open it, you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

You turn, only to see Administrator Jayce Talis standing there, his hands in his pockets and a solemn look on his normally cheery face.

“Hi, Y/N,” he stared at the floor as if there were something interesting beneath your feet, “do you have a few minutes? I need to speak to you, privately.”

You felt uneasy, a bad feeling twisting in the pit of your stomach, but still you nodded at him and opened the door, letting him into your office ahead of you.

“Fired? How? What?” Sky’s voice was at a higher pitch than the rooftops as you sat on the olive green couch in your shared apartment. “I literally just saw him today as I went in to set up my classroom. No wonder he couldn’t look me in the eye.” Her angry growl could be heard from the kitchen across the room, “Men are such cowards! Ugh! Okay, tell me exactly what he said just once more.”

“He said that the Academy was making cuts, unfortunately that included my program. They are centering their priorities in science; hence, the arts are not an ‘ideal expenditure’ according to the board of directors.” You exhaled, defeated, putting your face in your hands. “Oh Sky, what the hell am I going to do?”

Her soft footfalls approached, she put one hand on your shoulder and reached to hand you a warm mug of mint tea. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” She sat down next to you, “Hey, we can search for jobs together if you want?”

The two of you scrolled online for what felt like hours, the morning sun dipping late into the afternoon now. It seemed like all of the jobs out there were either for someone more qualified than yourself or for much less pay than you would be able to accept. Feeling put-out, Sky got on her computer to order take-out for the both of you - Thai food could always brighten your day.

You came across an ad on a small website for a private tutor. The pay immediately caught your eye.

𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗧𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗡𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱. $𝟳𝟱/𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘆𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹.

Hm, could be interesting, but why are there like, no details? Still, I could do worse. You uploaded your resume, your email address, phone number, and hit “Apply”.

The evening passes quickly. You turn off the TV, uninterested in finishing the episode of Love Island without Sky, who has long since passed out on the couch beside you. You get up and yawn, stretching like a cat before seeing your phone screen light up. As you grab it, you see that an unknown number is calling. At ten o’clock? Scam alert!

You walk to your bedroom and answer anyway, ready to prank the scammer on the other line, “Hello?” You do your best Kermit the Frog impression.

“Miss L/N? This is a call in response to your job application to be a private tutor?” A strong, female voice spoke on the other end of the call.

Dread and embarrassment washed over you like a downpour. Are you fucking kidding me? You chastised yourself.

“Hello?” The woman spoke again.

“Hi!” Now you sounded too overzealous. Tone it down. “Hello, yes, this is Y/N. I apologize, I needed to clear my throat.”

“No trouble at all. I will connect you with the master.” Her voice was deadpan. You heard her quietly say, “fucking hell.” The line went silent for a moment, and your pulse quickened. The what?

“Ah, Miss L/N.” The male voice on the other end purred, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Um, Y/N is just fine, thank you.” You were almost tripping over your words and started to pace your room. “I - I’m sorry, um, what is your name? I am afraid that I don’t know who you, or your school or company is at all. There was barely any information on the application.” You slapped a hand over your mouth and internally screamed at yourself. For the love of crackers and cheese stop talking now before you say anything else offensive.

“Y/N.” He repeated your name, and you froze in place. That voice. “You may call me Silco.” He sounded like honey and whiskey, sweet on the tongue and a burn in your throat to wash it down. He continued, “Let me ask since you brought up the application: What made you interested in this position?”

The money, obviously. “I thought it would be a unique opportunity for myself in my career, and a perfect fit for myself. I have been teaching at the Piltover Academy of Arts and Sciences, well, now just Sciences actually.” Your voice trailed off. “Sorry, I’ve been teaching for three years since I graduated at the top of my class. I have experience with art, history, and music, all of which I think are vital for a student to learn. How old is the student that is requiring the lessons? I only ask because it will be easier to craft lessons depending on their grade level.”

“She is eighteen.” He paused, “I agree that the arts are an essential part of one’s education. Tell me, Y/N, have you ever been to Zaun?”

“Zaun?” You didn’t mean for your confusion to come across so loudly so you covered your tracks, “I have never been but I know that it is a small town, a population under 500 and well-known for their folklore, as well as the birthplace of General Vander who was said to have raised a legion of wolves to fight in the Great War over six hundred years ago.”

“Ah, I see.” He sounded pleased, or strained, if that was possible to detect, “You’re familiar with our quaint town? That is where we are located. My manor is just outside of the town.”

“Oh,” You furrowed your brow, “I am partially familiar, but I am afraid that it would be quite a far drive for me to come all the way out there every day. You see, I live in Piltover City.”

A pause on the other end. You held your breath in anticipation for his response and started mentally backtracking through your other job options.

“I see, well, we expected that. We are prepared to have you stay on the grounds. Your meals and everything else will be provided for in addition to your flat-rate compensation.”

You couldn’t hide the excitement from your voice and you said happily, “That would be amazing.”

“You’ll hear from us soon, thank you for your time, Y/N,” He said softly, “It has been a pleasure to speak with you.”

“The pleasure was mine, thank you for your consideration, Silco.” It felt strange to say his name aloud, too informal. Before you could say anything else, the line clicked in your ear, startling you back to reality.

You started your nightly routine, though trying to get your heartrate back to resting was more difficult than taming a beast. Still, you fell asleep with your imagination running wild to piece together a picture of the man that is connected to such a sensual voice.

Part II

#silco x reader #silco/reader #silco imagine #silco x oc #arcane silco #Arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x y/n #arcane x female reader #silco

33 notes · View notes

houseofpendragons · 1 month

Text

My Boyfriends Predicts each Game of Thrones Season Finale pt.2

A/N: We’re almost done with season two 👀 so just to clarify, I ask him his prediction after episode five and will continue to just so he’s got semi of an idea. All fun and jokes obviously

- The Lannisters get Winterfell or Theon will get it and launch a full attack on the North [he only added the Theon bit bc he saw the look on my face🙄]

- He’ll hold Bran and Rickon Hostage

- Arya escapes by having people killed

- She’ll either marry Joffrey or she’ll start to trust Tyrion and he’ll do some fuck shit with…yeah…[Lmao neither of us knew where he was going there 😂]

- Robb will be captured and executed or killed in battle (maybe not this season though?) [He does get killed but just not this season babes; I’m not ready for the Red Wedding again😭]

- Jon’s gonna have to fight the wildings [he joins em😏]

- Danaerys is going to get a ship a sail across the sea to sail to Westeros and present herself as heir to the iron throne as the only Targaryen (bc she has more dragons and that means she has a better claim than some 10 year old with anger management issues) (my bad 12 year old) [still wrong about the age but it’s okay 😂]

- Joffrey’s head will role [ugh sadly not yet😒]

- Cersei and Jamie will have a special punishment but I’m not quite sure what it is [nah not yet, also I mean I wouldn’t say it was a special punishment]

- Tyrion is just gonna do his thing. He’s gonna psychologically rape, pillage, and murder 🤷 [Basically]

- Catelyn will get back to winterfell and be like huh?!🤔 [just imagining that cat on tiktok but nahhh]

- Theon is gonna shit brick and get scared when his daddy and sissy don’t come save him when 200 men pop up and ask him what he’s doing and he’s just gonna be like, oh I just thought I’d come up hear and steal,and pillage and rape you’re women while you’re men aren’t here

- Stannis might win, but he won’t accept another Targaryen. But he also has too many enemies, he’s up against everyone. But then again he does have the black dread ( the black thingy on his side) he don’t even know he got that thingy on his side 💀 [LMAO he called the shadow baby Stannis’ Black Dread💀💀💀💀 this fuckin dude]

Afterthoughts:

- We going to war!!! All of it, we all going to war. It’s the game of war, not the game of thrones. They killed a noble. Cut his head off while he was brushing his hair, looking in the mirror

Best Heir: Daenerys (The Mother of Dragons👑🐉)

Worst Heir: Joffrey (he gave me the ewwwww🃏🤮)

#asoiaf #hbo game of thrones #game of thrones #game of thrones season 2 #robb stark #catelyn tully #catelyn stark #sansa stark #arya stark #jon snow #danaerys targaryen #theon greyjoy #joffrey baratheon #joffrey lannister #cersei lannister #jamie lannister #tyrion lannister #kings landing #winterfell

6 notes · View notes

hjcoolartnerd · 2 months

Text

Continuing my few interactions for TDAS, Hope you enjoy these interactions. Giving Eric and Daniel Abit more screen time

Previous Episode:

Evil Dread

Episode 3: Saving Private Leechball

Recap:

Chris: “ last times on total drama all stars! Our hero’s and villains went digging for buried treasure, and uncovered a few nasty surprises *laughs* Eric’s got covered in itching powder while his brother laughs earning him a sucker punch in the nose by Scott, also Scott villained it up big time trying to sabotage the heroes, and when he got caught he didn’t take it so well. But in the end heroic hamsters were victorious, and Lightning fresh from a hungry night of exile on boney island made enough bony headed moves to get the royal flush from his team mates 14 competitors remain, which one of the. Will ride the sewer system next, find out right now on, Total! Drama! All Stars!”

——————————————————————————————

Villains at the looser cabin

Duncan: “ugh, I almost forgotten about these crudtacular cabins”

Alejandro: “let us hope it’s our only visit “

Scott: “*lays down* ow! I miss the hotel! Now that I know how rich people live everything I used to like stinks!”

Daniel: “that doesn’t look soft *goes to one of the bunks*oh they aren’t.., they feel like rocks! *scotts bunk breaks Daniel laughs*”

Duncan’s confessional: “Scott’s okay, at least with him you know what you are getting which is crud, but still nice to know”

Daniel’s confessional: “karma is a B I T C… or what? Jaja he totally deserved that after sucker punching me. Maybe I should get him more hurt tomorrow. Also I better keep working magic on Gwen if She allies with me guess who joins? No it’s not Scott…nor Alejandro…nor Jo… no Heather…”

Alejandro: “well goodnight gentlemen!”

——————————————————————————————

Heroes at the Spa hotel

Eric: “oh my gawd! This bed is supper comfortable! Is like sleeping on a cloud!

Mike: “*satisfying Sigh* this is the life!”

Cameron: “yeah, but I feel a little guilty looking at Sam’s empty bed. I hope he’s okay over on boney island.”

Eric: “he is a survivor like all of us he will be okay… maybe hurt to the bone but he’ll be fine.”

Eric’s confessional: “I should have gone to exile instead of Sam.. but he beat me to it.. tomorrow I plan to work hard on the days challenge! I do t want us to loose and get booted 3rd”

——————————————————————————————

Cameron: “I’ve never seen eggs so perfectly hardboiled! The odds are 10 trillion to 1”

Eric: “maple Bacon let’s never lose again!”

Courtney: “it’s not all perfect “

Eric: “and here comes miss Karen *mumbles placing one hard boiled egg in my pocket like Cameron, and zoey and Mike with bacon and Sierra with Toast*”

Courtney: “Hey Butler! I’ve got a problem! This juice is at least five percent too pulpy. I thought you were supposed to cantor to our every… *butler returns* oh that was fast… but I’m sure it won’t be *drinks* perfect!”

Eric’s confessional: “yeah Courtney is the type of customer whose food id spit if I found her at my job. Why treat the people who handle your food badly?”

——————————————————————————————

*Daniel’s notices Jo, Heather and Alejandro trying to make a play with Gwen.*

Daniel’s confessional: “so Alehandjerk, old Heather and Miss Josephine sweatpants are trying to make a play on weird goth girl , I need to step up my game if I want her on my side. I have to beat them to it or else I might be Toiler food! And I know how to try and get her on my side. She wants to make amends with Teen Karen!”

Daniel: “hey Gwen! Have you thought about a way to apologize to Courtney.”

Gwen: “I’ve thought of a lot of ways… but she is glaring at me and it’s hard to even apologize to her.”

Daniel: “Maybe keep trying to do good deeps for her, it will wear her out! It works on my teachers at school, and Courtney is kind of like a teacher.”

Gwen: “you think it would work?”

Daniel: “absolutely!”

Daniel’s confessional: “I have no clue! Teen Karen is well… a Karen.. she’d be the type to ask for a manager for a stupid thing like an employee asking her if she wants dessert when she said her order was complete.”

——————————————————————————————

Chris: “soldiers! Let’s all welcome back, exiled hamsters Sam!”

Zoey: “hey Sam! How was exile?”

Sam: “aside from the blinding hunger and bear attacks pretty good actually, *sam falls*

*the team runs to him*

Mike: “ don’t worry buddy, we smuggled you breakfast!” *they all pulled out what they brought for Sam*

Sam: “you bots, are expert level awesome!”

Sierra: “Courtney what did you bring Sam?”

Eric: “yeah. Courtney. What did you bring?”

Courtney’s confessional: “no one told me we were doing that!”

Eric’s confessional: “yeah I purposely didn’t tell Courtney to make her look even more bad. I mean look at her! She did this to her self when she became a Karen ”

——————————————————————————————

Chris: “as winners of yesterday’s challenge the heroes get a full one minute head start! *heroes cheer* ready? Set! *chef shoots Leech gun leech falls on Scott’s face*”

Scott: “ouch!”

*Eric’s looks at Scott with a worried expresion but he runs with his team Daniel notices this*

Eric’s confessional: “Focus Eric! I gotta focus! I can’t let a guy or girl distract me again! After criticizing Heather, Gwen and Courtney in World tour I can’t be seem like a hypocrite now!”

Daniel’s confessional: “what the? Does Eric cares about Scott’s Well being now? When last season he laughed at Him? I don’t understand those two? First they were at Each others throats and now the6 care for each other ?!”

Heather: “know who could outrace the hamsters even with a head start? Lightning! Way to ruin everything Jo!”

Jo: “We all voted him off, remember?”

Alejandro: “we may not need to worry*points to the hamsters as Sam’s stops tired but Sierra and Mike return to help him*”

Gwen: “*sighs happily* now that’s team work!”

Heather: “yeah Work together now! Crush each other later! Like you and Courtney!”

Gwen: “what?!”

Heather: “the allergy bouquet, the stink bomb! I love how you insist you wanna be friends so she never sees it coming .”

Gwen: “uh…”

Heather: “talk about evil genius”

Gwen: “but I didn’t really did those things on purpose! really!”

Heather: “sure *winks*”

Daniel: “don’t worry Gwen I know you didn’t”

Gwen: “thanks Daniel, i appreciate it!”

Chris: “Villains! You are up in 3, 2, 1 *chef shoots and the leech falls on Scott again*”

*the villains start running*

——————————————————————————————

Courtney: “Move it! Hussle or so help me you’ll never see another sunrise!”

Eric: “wow easy Courtney! The man is injured! Flip the witch switch back to Off! We need to work together and support him. No man left behind!”

Courtney: “Shut it Eric! Or I’ll make sure you are the next one to be flushed!”

Mike’s confessional: “Courtney is kind of scary some times…. *mal shows up* and I love when things get scary! *mikes returns* so, uh what was I saying?”

Eric’s confessional: “okay I never did anything to Courtney so she treats me like that? Sure I did sided with Gwen when the whole Boyfriend kissing happened but, she was asking for it? Duncan and Courtney were toxic together, a on again off again thing…… oh now I see why… jaja”

Sierra: “does anyone knows where the heart of the Forrest, is exactly?”

Eric: “we’d have to verify. If I recall in season 1 nor season 4 we have never gone to the heart of the forest.”

Zoey: “then I’ll go get a better look! *she starts to climb a tree*”

Courtney’s confessional:” Zoey has some seriously impressive skills, and that is why she’s got to go”

Zoey: “over there!”

——————————————————————————————

Courtney: “the big one! Go for the big one!” *villains appear in front of the crate*

Mike: “wow! Where’d they come from?”

Daniel: “best team ever!”*Heather blows a raspberry*

Duncan: “*laughs and points* suckers!”

Courtney: “ the small one! Go for the small one!”

Eric: “no kidding!” *rolls eyes*

Courtney: “gross!”

Mike: “guess this is this is the low tech crate alright!”

Villains: *cheer*

Jo: “Who needs lightning! Am I right people?”

Daniel: “what ever Jo.” *duncan opens the crate*

Duncan, Scott, Heather and Jo: “I’ll take the cannon! No I’ll take the cannon! *goans*”

Alejandro: “We use it as a team right Gwen?”

Heather: “yeah! Obviously “

Jo: “that’s what I was going to say! Woh go team!”

Duncan’s confessional: “so Heather Jo and Alejandro are making a play for Gwen. Why isn’t anyone trying to work me? Probably because I can’t be manipulated! But they could at least try!”

Daniel’s confessional: “Those three are so obvious! Even a dumb girl like Lindsiot would know they would be trying to manipulate her. Like Can’t they be more discreet?”

Eric: “*walks to Scott holding his bucket and his slingshot* hey Scott you okay? I saw that a leech fell on you?”

Scott: “*taken a back* huh? Yeah huh I guess it didn’t hurt! I’m a strong as an ox *he smiles before trying to act villainous* and why would you ask about me huh? “

Eric: “well you screamed ouch? I’m just checking you don’t making things easier for us. *he said but they were making eye contact*

Daniel’s confessional: “are you seeing this? Those two are so obnoxious! Eric should have learned after what happened with that pretty boy from action! Discount alehandjerk … “

Eric’s confessional: “for those wondering I don’t have feelings for Scott! He just seem more goofy now than ,last season, he seems more like the real him, I’m not attracted to his handsome freckled face… or that fire hair or those deep blue piercing eyes…. no! Focus!”

Scott’s confessional: “Eric was annoying last season as the rats ,mentor but now he seems nicer? More like a person I would talk to? He doesn’t seem as uptight as he was? Probably because I’m not in his team throwing challenges… but his hazelnut eyes, his cute smile, those black locks! He is adorable! … but n-no I don’t like him! He just seems like a possible, alliance member for the merge!”

Screen in half Eric and Scott’s confessional: “Who ever thinks I like him will get a punch in the face! This is only strategic! Being nice to him and pull him into an alliance, no matter how much I want to ki…. *they blush and stop* like I said strategic”

——————————————————————————————

Heroes

Courtney: “ of course the villains, get machine gun shooters. We’ll never beat them with these puny slingshots.”

Cameron : “ sure we can!”

Cameron and Sierra: “ if we are stealthy and score 1st * they high five as Mike drops Sam*”

Eric: “ yeah, Courtney, you don’t have to drag us down with your pessimistic thoughts. “

Courtney: “ uh. nerd, love if you kiss in front of me, I will throw up *turns to eric* I didn’t ask for your opinion Eric”

Cameron: “ Sierra and I are just friends, right Sierra?”

Sierra: “ yeah we are. I have a Cody waiting back home for me.”

Zoey: “ a cave! Sam can rest in there while the rest of us take on the villains”

Eric: “ good idea!”

——————————————————————————————

Sam: “uh, power, level low…”

Mike: “ should someone stay to guard him? It”

Courtney: “ I’ll do it I owe him for not bringing him some breakfast”

Eric: “ sounds like a plan, and not against that!”

Zoey’s confessional: “ I knew Courtney had a heart buried in there somewhere”

Courtney’s confessional: “ this is what the smart leaders do hang back and let the soldiers take the leeches to the face”

Eric’s confessional: “ you guys may be wondering why I wasn’t against Courtney guarding Sam. it’s very simple. Actually I know that she’s one of those people that prefers self preservation so the moment that she smells dangerous she’s going to use Sam as a human shield and if we lose the challenge it would be a win-win because we can get rid of Courtney. I feel like she should’ve gone an episode one.”

——————————————————————————————

Zoey: “we have to find the villains before they find us”

Mike: “stealth maneuvers, this sounds like a job for Svetlana *gasp*”

Sierra: “Oh, goody! She’s my favorite!”

Cameron: “svetlanna? Is that you?”

Mike: “*sighs* Nah still me”

Mikes confessional: “okay, wasn’t too long ago I couldn’t keep my alternate personalities in, now they won’t come out *hits himslef* ouch! Damned wall am I Chester? *rips off shirt* yo Vito! my shirts off come and get it. Vito? Anybody?”

——————————————————————————————

*pushing the cannon*

Gwen: “we’re easy targets like this, maybe we should ditch the cannon”

Jo: “ no way! I haven’t even had a turn to fire it yet! Isn’t that right sweetheart”

Gwen: “OK? Then we should split up”

Alejandro: “agreed I’ll go with Gwen”

Heather: “ no I’ll go with Gwen”

Jo: “ as if I’m letting either of you go anywhere with Gwen”

Alejandro: “please attempt to be reasonable *as he Jo and Heather argue*”

Daniel: “hey guys why are you fighting for Gwen? We can’t all go with her?” *a leech hits alejandro*

Alejandro: *screams* “I’m hit! *falls*”

Zoey: “Sorry, but not totally *runs off as people try to shoot her leeches, Daniel screams*”

Daniel: “Oh come on!”*he drops his machine gun and they can hear Eric laughing*”

Jo: *fires the cannon and it hits Scott*

Scott: “oh. Come on!” *he groans and falls*

Eric: “Scott!?” *he runs up to him Dropping his sling shots* “buddy you okay? *starts taking the leeches off scott*”

Eric’s confessional: “if I’m going to have Scott as an ally I need him at his best… but maybe going out in the open w(ere the villains are was a dumb mistake”

Heather: “so long sucker!” *shoots eric as Eric screams”

Daniel’s confessional: “Okay this is way more deep than I thought?! Eric is definitely in love with Scott! I have to stop anything to happen between them!”

Chris: “*laughs* that’s! Three points for the heroes and one for the villains!”

Duncan: “ but Zoey only hit Alejandro? And Eric hit Daniel”

Chris: “true but friendly fire counts!”

Jo: “ what dirt boy got in the way!”

Heather: “you can take your excuses and stick it in your *mike shoots her* ah!!”

Chris: “that’s four points heroes one for the villains!”

——————————————————————————————

(Next part is between Eric Scott Daniel Alejandro and Heather since Eric is out already)

Eric: “that’s the dumbest move I’ve ever done *,amages to take the five leeches Heather shot at him*”

Heather: “you think? You aren’t in your game Eric”

Eric: “you are one to talk? Both you and Alejandro out already? So sad *laughs*”

Daniel: “at least they were taken out by Zoey and Mike! Not like you taken out because you were worried about the dumb dirty boy!”

Eric: “*tries to stay calm* Me worried?! As If! I hate Scott!” *tries not to blush*

Daniel: “sure… just like Heather and Alejandro hate eachother!”

Alejandro and Heather: “shut it Daniel!”

Daniel: “touchy *laughs*”

Daniel’s confessional: “it’s easy to play Heather, Alejandro and Eric! Two of them are into eachother and I know most of Eric’s weaknesses perks of being his brother,”

Eric’s confessional: “ I really want to wipe Daniel’s grin off his mouth! He is more annoying than Bryan! And Bryan conspired against Heather to do a twin switch! That why I had pink tips in world tour!”

Heathers confessional: “I got to say Daniel is really Evil, but is he Bryan evil? He turned against his own sibling? Maybe I could recruit him as an ally! He might know Eric’s weaknesses. I get Gwen, with Gwen comes Duncan, and I get Eric, four votes for Alejandro next time!”

Alejandro’s confessional: “if Eric was in our team I think I could have convinced him to join me in a alliance, despite our past Eric wants the millions as much as I do, and right now Heather and Daniel are both threats!”

Eric’s confessional : “you know I’m happy I’m not in the vultures! Because if I did I would be their first target. And what allies I have in their team? Gwen only, and I’m trying to get Scott to side with me but Right now it work e useful, but it’s always good to have allies right?”

——————————————————————————————

Eric: “well I’m taking Scott to get those Leeches removed. *eric got up and tried to make Scott stand and held him with one of Scott’s arms around his shoulders. Eric walked off with scott*”

Daniel’s confessional: “okay this is getting out of hand! I don’t know my own older brother anymore.”

Alejandro’s confessional: “this is perfect! Is obvious Eric is trying to get Scott as an ally if I get Eric to ally with me! I can have 2 votea when the merge happens plus Gwen and Duncan if I get Gwen on my side.”

——————————————————————————————

Eric: *struggling to have Scott up, he sees Alejandro Hand walking to him*

Alejandro: “need assistance?”

Eric: “I’d say yes but you can’t use your legs so it’d be futile”

Alejandro’s confessional: “I need Eric’s trust and I know how”

Alejandro: “what if I to,d you this is all an act?”

Eric: “what do you mean?”

Alejandro: “*smirks as he goes a Down and the stands up with his legs* my legs are perfectly fine!” *but Alejandro didn’t know someone a Saw them being sierra*

Sierras confessional: “holy Cody! Alejandro is pretending? I saw right thru him but he just admitted that to Eric! Is he trying to play Eric? I need to ask him.”

Eric: “oh? So you are playing Heather and you team with a lie saying your legs don’t work?”

Alejandro: “you are smarter than you think! Listen Eric, I know you hate me”

Eric: “hate is an understatement”

Alejandro: “how about I help you take Scott to the informers and you can ally yourself with me! I know you have the most influence on the votes in the heroes, if you have me as an Ally you’d have another ally on the villains and have more votes and possibly Duncan’s vote. You and Gwen are friends right?”

Eric: “yeah I do have Sam, Sierras, Mike, Zoey, Cameron and Gwen’s trust. They are friends to me. And I’m trying to get Scott to ally with me too. So yeah”

Alejandro: “then perfect ally with me and we get rid of Jo, Heather, Courtney and Duncan when the time is right what do you say?”

Eric’s confessional: “I know Alejandro is playing me, but you know wha5 I’m going to let him think I’m with him! But when some threats are out, I’ll double cross him. That not evil when you are doing it to a villain! Besides. I would never double cross any one of my friends so once I get Jo Heather Courtney Daniel and Duncan out, the next one to go will be Alejandro. Leaving me and my friends and Scott.”

Eric: “deal!”

Alejandro’s confessional: “wow he trust me! He really is easily tricked! Once I get rid of all, those people Eric will be next!”

Eric: “make yourself useful and Help me with Scott”

Alejandro: “*goes to the other Side of Scott and Helps him up* wow he really stinks!?”

Eric: “really I guess sharing a cabin and a trailer with Owen’s farts really did made me immune to Scott’s smells.”

——————————————————————————————

*after the left Scott in the infermery*

Alejandro: “I’ll return to my team before they get suspensions!”

Eric: “alright Al, *he sees Alejandro hand walk away as he walks the other way and hears Chris announce*

Chris: “it’s six to three, heroes! One more point and the hamsters win!”

Sierra: “*walks to Eric covered in Leeches* Eric what were you talking with Alejandro? Didn’t you hate them?”

Eric: “Sierra do you trust me?”

Sierra: “kind of? You’ve never done anything wrong thru the seasons so I know you are trust worthy”

Eric: “then get this Alejandro is trying to manipulate me to try and use me as a life boat to get far in the game and he thinks I’m oblivious.”

Sierra: “so that’s why he let you know he can walk?”

Eric: “correct! He is trying to get me to trust him. But I’m just using him. If with his support we get rid of most of the villains and Courtney it will be just you, Me, Sam, Cameron, Mike, Zoey, Gwen and Scott in the merge.”

Sierra: “wait you already planned ahead? That’s really strategic of you? But what next? When most of the good guys are in the merge? “

Eric: “we start taking people out depending on how much of a threat they are. I don’t want to double cross anyone, so when the merge comes and it’s just us 7 I’d be honest and say that’s when our alliance breaks and everyone is on their own if they want.”

Sierra: “what if it back fires?”

Eric: “I never thought of that”

Chris: “six points to four! It ain’t over yet!”

Eric: “which villain is left? And which heroes al left?”

Sierra: “if I’m correct, Jo is the only villain left and heroes, is Mike Zoey, and I think Courtney who might have used Sam as human shield.”

Eric: “perfect! If we lose let’s vote Courtney!”

Sierra: “really?you want us to lose?”

Eric: “not at all I love the spa hotel! But if no thanks to Courtney we lose she should be out next”

Sierra: “agree! She is nothing but mean and bossy! I like Zoey as leader better!”

Eric: “same!”

Sierras confessional: “Can I trust Eric? His plan to get 7 people to the merge sound pretty evil! Considering the fact he is willing to work with Alejandro someone that Eric despised more than Heather and Eric in season 3”

——————————————————————————————

Chris: “this just in with a final score of seven points to four, the heroes win!… al though some of them, didn’t behave all that heroically. Courtney!”

Eric: “yes! Way to go!” *he high fives Sierra and Cameron*

——————————————————————————————

Daniel: “hey Gwen who should we vote for in this elimination?”

Gwen: “I’m voting Jo, most of us are.”

Daniel: “Alright Jo it is!”

Daniel’s confessional: “step two! Go with Gwen’s choice to vote off a villain! Check!”

——————————————————————————————

Vultures Votes:

Alejandro: Jo

Daniel: Jo

Duncan: Jo

Gwen: Jo

Heather: Jo

Jo: Heather

Scott: Jo

——————————————————————————————

Order in which they receive marshmallows

Gwen

Alejandro

Daniel

Duncan

Scott

Heather (bottom 2)

Jo (Eliminated)

——————————————————————————————

Chris: “but before we get flushing, I wanna do a little re shuffling! Today one villain acted more like a hero and one hero acted more like a villain, so pack your bags and switch your teams! Courtney and Duncan! *everyone gasps* and ass an added twist and more drama I also want to switch two more, just because I feel like it. Eric switch with Daniel!”

Courtney: “I don’t want to be a villain!”

Eric: “how is changing me to the villains Team makes more drama?”

Duncan: “I don’t want to be a lame o hero!”

Daniel: “this sucks! I’m not a hero! Why am I switching!”

Chris: “ yeah yeah, Just do it.”

Eric: *sighs crossing his arms* this sucks! *he walks to where the villains are and sits to Scott’s left*

Scott: “guess we are teammate!”

Eric: “*blushes and smiles* yes, guess we are” *he looks away blushing*

Eric’s confessional: “I might not be with the team I had the mayority of votes but…. This isn’t half bad, I have Gwen and I’m getting along with Scott so that’s something right?”

Daniel’s confessional: “this really sucks! A ream with Apology Brat, String bean, Mike, the gamer and the stalker. Great I’ll be booted next… oh and Duncan”

Daniel: “hey new team… *everyone but Duncan is glaring at him*”

——————————————————————————————

Next episode

Food Fright

3 notes · View notes