#yeah power bottom luke is...a cup of tea

[mykingdomforasong]

Bubble Tea (DinLuke, G)

It wasn't unusual for Luke to fall just a little bit in love with patrons at his Bubble Tea shop, although these affections were usually fleeting. This one, though, had some staying power. Probably because the man Luke was in love this month with was punctual.

Every Tuesday morning at nine, he wandered into the boba shop with a little boy in his arms, transition glasses on his face (still in sunglasses mode, but they'd be regular glasses by the time he left). Each visit he ordered one regular bubble tea with an extra cup on the side.

"For Din?" Luke asked, marker in his hand, ready to write.

Luke had noticed that the man gave the order the same way every time, creating a certain consistency in their conversation that Luke had just disrupted. Din seemed startled, and took a second to readjust his script.

"Uh ... yeah? You know that?"

Luke nodded. "I remembered."

"Cool." Despite the mans blank expression and few words, Luke felt like their relationship was making decent progress.

He handed Din his order, and then started to wipe the counter, an inconspicuous way to watch his favorite part of the Tuesday routine.

Din pulled the plastic cover off the tea, and he carefully poured the liquid into the extra cup, until there were nothing but sticky boba balls at the bottom.

The little kid got the straw. "Here kid, eat your frog eggs," Din said. He then relaxed back in his chair, sipping at the tea.

The kid sucked a few bobas up through the straw before abandoning it in favor of his hands. Din watched in horror as his son shoveled small fist fulls into his mouth, and Luke cringed for him, knowing just how sticky every part of the kid was about to get.

~

The two were right on time the next week. "You know," Luke said as he punched in the order, "I can just make the tea and put the boba in a separate cup for you. Save you the work."

Din blinked, his eyes half concealed by the slight tint of the lenses. "Oh, you can do that?"

"I sure can," Luke said smiling.

"It's not any trouble is it?"

"None at all."

Luke was feeling like something of a super genius, until the kid started to cry that "It's not right!" Din tried to reason with him, explaining it was the same just already separated. When that didn't work, he scooped the kid up and brought him outside, sparing the other customers the meltdown.

Luke remade their tea quickly while the two stood outside. Din spotted him through the window, and Luke held up the new drink and empty cup. Din pressed his face to the side of his kid's head, pointing to it. The familiar drink-cup combo seemed to calm the child down right away.

Back inside, Din started their routine over again.

"Can I pay you for the tea?" He asked on his way out.

"No, it's on me," Luke promised. Really, it was on the store, but that didn't sound as generous or romantic.

"Are you sure?"

"I am."

Din nodded.

"Next week --" Luke started, not exactly sure where he was going, "--I could show your kid how the tea is made? If he'd be interested."

The kid's head was buried in his dad's shoulder, but Din tickled his belly to get his attention. "Would you like that?" He nodded. "Thank you," Din said. For the first time in all the weeks Luke had served him, Din finally smiled.

Luke smiled back, hoping to every god there was he wasn't red in the face. When Din turned away, an unfamiliar panic set in -- he might actually really like this guy. He poured himself a matcha tea, and headed towards the walk-in to cope. Skywalker, you gay idiot, he thought as he pulled the dour open, embracing the cold.

#i forgot about this in my drafts lol #dinluke #my writing #luke skywalker #din djarin #grogu #modern au

[pridoo]

Luke where is your hand

#dinluke #stardalorian #the mandalorian #I wanna tag this as not safe but :(( I don't want to get banned just after getting back #yeah power bottom luke is...a cup of tea #I wanna make more steamy art but I'm rly out of refs #I already drew more tho lol #thanks again for your support #it's been lovely and very validating #star wars #sorry everyone who goes to sw tag and just sees this lmao #btw you are free to write anything abt my drawings #I'm v lazy when it comes to writing in english but I do enjoy reading :))) #oops I forgot my watermark from this #also how do you sweat with a beskar on? shhh

[solomonish]

say my name like it’s a bad word (solomon x reader)

sometimes, when Solomon hears others speak his name, it feels more like they're spewing curses than addressing him.

ao3 link: here!

I. Anger

He could see the peak rising above the horizon much sooner than he could the day before. That pleased him - though he wouldn’t let those graciously lending him their powers know.

As he walked into his unfinished temple, he had to dodge a few of his flying demons who passive-aggressively swooped too close to his head. He enjoyed the noise the solid ground made beneath his feet, opposed to the soft earth outside the entrance. With a purposely blank expression, Solomon strode over to a corner of the temple, where one of his more outspoken pacts stomped down clay.

Asmodeus looked up at him as he approached, his brows furrowing. If he wasn’t already out of breath from the strenuous work Solomon had ordered him to do, he probably would have groaned loud enough to halt the progress around him. His hair, stuck to his brow with sweat, still managed to look perfect and keep its style. Keeping his voice level, Solomon said as much.

“Oh, thank you!” Asmodeus chirped, wiping away his frustration for a moment to flash a faux grin. “Honestly, for someone like me, it’s hardly a feat to maintain such exquisite looks, but I certainly appreciate you noticing!”

“Someone like you…..” Solomon responded, trailing off as he held his chin in thought. Asmodeus, bound by the command of his pact, kept stomping the clay beneath him, but his upper half seemed completely at ease. There was a sudden fluidity to his movements, one that always warned Solomon to up his guard and covertly cast some safeguards against Asmo’s charms.

“Yes, someone like me! The most bewitching creature in all the realms - but surely, you don’t need a reminder of that,” Adding a purr beneath his words, Asmo leaned forward. Something glinted in his eyes as they slowly bled into a fuchsia hue, and Solomon felt a faint tug at the spell he just cast. “You know, I wouldn’t mind reminding you in other ways. Surely, this has been a test to show how much energy I truly have?”

Solomon perked up, and he could see Asmodeus rejoice, certain his plan had worked. “Really? After all of this, you still have energy?”

“Of course!”

With a hum, Solomon let his hand fall from his chin and smiled sweetly at the demon before him. The pact mark on his hip tingled lightly, a side-effect of the new method of command he was testing out. “Very well. I’ll double your quota and, naturally, expect you to exceed my expectations in a day’s time.”

“What-” His eyes widened and jaw dropped for just a second, wondering both how his plan had been foiled so quickly and how Solomon managed to command him with zero authority in his voice. Against his will, Asmodeus’ stomping quickened, forcing him to lose his theatrics and focus his entire being on his task. “Solomon!” He shouted indignantly, the only word he could get out before his pact holder turned and walked away.

II. Formality

“Solomon,” the voice said, a stiffness around its edges. Stopping in his tracks, Solomon had to squint in the shadows to even see the sorcerer he was meeting. In his opinion, hiding in the shadows beside the comically large bookshelf was a bit overkill for their meeting. While technically a forbidden one, Solomon was confident that, if caught, he would be able to leave unscathed.

"Irin," Solomon returned, hoping his own casual tone would ease away that stifling formality in his acquaintence's voice. "You said you needed to meet with me?"

Tentatively, like a distrusting stray cat, Irin stepped out from the shadows while peering down both ends of the hallway. They were ever the cautious soul, though it stung to see that hesitancy aimed at himself. "Keep your voice down. We don't want to get caught."

Solomon raised an eyebrow. "Why could we not have met elsewhere, then?"

"I only just found it. I wanted to make sure I could hand it to you in person before I found out why you were banished."

The glare Irin leveled him in had his heart sinking. Perhaps hoping that word of his fallout had yet to spread - or that he would not be held in contempt for accusations he could never address or recover from - was too big an ambition, even for Solomon. But the shadowed leaders of the Sorcerer's Society were prone to gossip. That was,after all, part of what demanded such secrecy in this rendezvous.

Glancing down, Solomon saw Irin handing his wand over to him, his lips grimly pressed together in a thin line. Ah, so that's why I couldn’t find it. The drama of the past few weeks had been enough to scramble his mind, and in the chaos of his banishment, Solomon must have dropped his wand as he was forced out. That, or it was stolen and he was never meant to have it back in his possession. Ah, well. Why bother with the semantics of rules he was no longer bound by?

Without a word, Solomon took the wand and tucked it in his waistband,, hidden behind his cloak. To see such solemnity in the exchange of such a ridiculous thing would have been a humorous sight if the atmosphere were lighter. But the air around them hung heavy, heavy enough to have Solomon itching just beneath his skin and craving an exit. As much as the thought hurt when it struck, he realized that there was no call for niceties or a proper goodbye. The icy glare he was leveled in wouldn’t be remedied with an amicable goodbye.

As Solomon made his way down the hall, a second pair of footsteps that were far too light to be Irin’s approached from behind him. He didn’t bother to cast a glance behind him to see who it might be - whoever it was didn’t want to see him, and Solomon was quickly losing interest in the affairs of the society in their entirety.

III. Distrust

“But is that really a good idea?”

“Do you not agree?”

Two voices floated down the corridor as Solomon approached, one like a softly tinkling bell and the other deep and soothing. It seemed that his two companions had started the conversation without him. Either that, or he was hearing part of a conversation that was never meant for his ears.

“It isn’t that, it’s more…” The lighter voice trailed off for a moment. “Are we sure it’s best to throw a newborn lamb in with lions who know far more than they do? Even ignoring how they’d be your only true subject of this exchange program, wouldn’t they have more luck bonding with someone as familiar with this world as they were?”

“Two humans who have no idea what is going on wandering the Devildom? That isn’t the best idea I’ve heard,” Solomon interrupted as he rounded the corner. He had no interest in eavesdropping on a conversation for information he was owed, anyway. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Diavolo reassured, uncrossing his legs and leaning back in his chair. He gestured towards the assortment of small pastries and tea on the table between the three of them while Simeon picked up his own cup, if only to have something to focus on.

“Nice to see you, Solomon,” Simeon answered cheerily, masterfully hiding the suspicion Solomon knew should be biting at the greeting. Biting the inside of his cheek, Solomon held back any questions he had of Simeon trying to butt him out of the Diavolo’s project. Instead, he nodded in a silent ’nice to see you, too,’ and made himself comfortable on the unoccupied chair in the room.

“Now,” Diavolo started, ignoring the chill hovering in the air, “How are we feeling about this exchange program?”

IV. Annoyance

An indignant shriek filled the dorm as a menacing cloud of violet smoke rose from the pot. Luke watched it in horror, jumping back as the sparks started to fly out of the pan.

“What did you just do?” He yelled. Solomon merely watched in awe, impressed at the show he had created and completely shutting out Luke’s exasperated yapping. Perhaps such marvelling should have waited, because he couldn’t hear the panicked shouts as some of the sparks fell on the ends of his cloak. It took the brunt of Luke’s bodyweight as he pushed Solomon out of the line of literal fire and ran to get the fire extinguisher to snap him out of his daze.

Glancing at the bottom of his cloak, Solomon sighed and snapped his fingers, putting out the fire immediately. Begrudgingly removing the cloak of his shoulders, he lifted the hem to eye level and mourned his loss silently. Moments later, Luke came barreling in the room, letting loose with the fire extinguisher without even looking to see if there was still a flame.

When he was convinced that the fire was out, Luke held Solomon in his best attempt at an upset glare. He ended up looking more like a slightly upset puppy, but Solomon knew when to hold his tongue around the young angel. “Solomon, I told you to stay out of the kitchen! What part of that translated to you as ‘come add ingredients to the pot’?”

Before Solomon could make things worse in his attempt at a defense, Simeon walked in the room, looking like the most graceful being in the world. With his current company, though, it wasn’t such an accomplishment. “Now, now. I’m sure Solomon just wanted to help, right Luke?”

Luke didn’t look convinced, but the practiced smile on Simeon was a clear indication that he should agree. “Yeah, I guess.”

Gently guiding Luke out of the room, Simeon gave that same smile to Solomon. “And he will help by cleaning up this mess while we grab some more ingredients for dinner, right?”

“Yes.”

“Great!”

With that, Simeon ushered Luke out of the room. When they stopped to grab their jackets, Solomon heard Luke whisper, “I thought you were watching him, Simeon.”

Unlike his roommates, Solomon had the wisdom to wait until he heard the door shut to sigh in displeasure.

V. Contempt

At this point, Solomon wasn’t sure whether his repeated showdowns with Lucifer were proving his tenacity and value or deepening the hatred that seemed to run between them.

Still, it was unusual for Lucifer to summon for Solomon in the middle of class, only to stare at him in silence as Solomon fought the instinctive urge to shift where he stood before him. The student council room was empty, save for the spread out papers on the table in front of Lucifer and the two of them. It wasn’t often that Solomon felt unnerved, and certainly not by Lucifer after he heard your tales of how he behaved at home, but that was the closest word he could think of to describe how he felt.

“I needn’t remind you of the perils the Devildom has to offer?” Lucifer asked, his voice cold as ice. “I am not pleased with the state in which you brought MC back the other day.”

What, in once piece? Solomon had to bite his tongue. Lucifer really thought he could lecture his way out of everything, didn’t he? “I apologize,” He lied. Then, more truthfully, “If I could have brought them back with no injuries, I would have.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, weaving his fingers together in thought and resting his elbows on the table. “If you are to be so irresponsible, perhaps I should put a stop to these outings?”

The indignation burning in Solomon’s gut made him grimace; he hated feeling like a child, but Lucifer had a way of belittling everyone that way. His protests all sounded like an upset teen arguing with their parents - They were only scrapes and bruises! It was an accident! You can’t dictate everything MC does with their time. You can’t dictate anything I do with mine! - but he held them all back. “I will make sure MC does not get hurt next time they are in my care.”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed red, and Solomon suddenly understood why the horror movies of his realm used that as an indication of evil. “Of course you will. But a little incentive wouldn’t hurt.”

With that, Lucifer stood from his seat, towering over Solomon by at least a foot. He wasn’t in his demon form - RAD rules to accommodate the exchange students - but he didn’t need to. Solomon could feel the threatening aura around him, promises of the harm that would come to him if he went against Lucifer’s wishes surrounding the two like the wind in a firestorm.

This was where Lucifer always lost Solomon’s interest. He wasn’t able to be threatened by promises Lucifer was always too busy to fulfill.

“You may not have much of a life to gamble, Solomon,” Lucifer hissed, and the only indication Solomon gave of his flinch was one quick blink, “but MC is not yours to toy with. Remember that.”

Unwilling to back down in their staring match, Solomon kept his mouth wired shut for a few moments. Lucifer, living up to his sin, also refused to back down, and Solomon realized it was a losing battle.

“I have to get back to class,” Solomon lied again, and they both knew it. But there were no more words to share between them, so Solomon left it at that.

VI. Affection

Hearing his name come from your mouth like that gave him the same sensation of watching someone put a piece of a cactus in their mouth.

You hadn’t even entered his room yet. The moment you entered the dorm, you called out his name, stretching out the last syllable in a sing-song voice. He could hear the rustle of plastic bags, the ingredients for his latest cooking lesson tucked inside. When you knocked on the doorframe to his room, he didn’t answer, and you peeked inside to see him staring directly at you with a dumbstruck expression on his face.

“Are...you okay?” You asked, not truly concerned. It was enough to quickly snap him back to reality, and he tried to play off his surprise with a smile. You stopped him from speaking before he even had a chance to tell you he was fine. “Don’t give me any crap. What was that look for?”

How could he express what he was thinking without sounding entirely unbecoming? “It’s...just weird to hear my name said like that.”

“What, to the tune of the Devildom’s next hit of the summer?” Your cheeky grin did nothing to hide your arrogance. Solomon only hummed, standing from his desk and stretching his arms above his head.

Realizing he wasn’t going to explain himself any further, you led him to the kitchen and explained the dinner you had planned. He listened halfheartedly, rummaging through the bag to eye the ingredients suspiciously. It all looked so...predictable. Boring. He was already connecting ideas to add his own pizzazz to the dish.

“Are you going to yell at me when I mess it up?” He asked in an attempt at jest. Something in his tone was off, though, and it sounded much more like a genuine question. Uncomfortably clearing his throat, Solomon avoided your confused gaze. “I mean-”

“Have Simeon and Luke been on your case about your cooking again?” You asked. He could practically hear your exasperation at their antics, and almost jumped to their defense. They were angels. Confronting people directly about their shortcomings wasn’t their strong suit. “I promise, I will not yell at you. Seriously. I will, however, whip you into shape with this spoon.”

To prove your point, you picked up a wooden spoon and hit him on the arm. Your own strength surprised you, however, and the sharp snap that sounded through the room made you freeze in your spot. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry-”

With a grin that could only be described as shit-eating, Solomon burst into theatrics, bemoaning his injured arm and worrying over how dark the bruise would definitely be. In between your apologizes and insistences that you didn’t hit him that hard, you tried to place a gentle kiss where you hit him. He made sure to pull away, swearing he could never trust you again after you’ve hurt him so severely.

He decided then that hearing his name interrupted with your laugh was the best way to hear it.

#tagging this on ao3 was kinda hard because #gonna be honest #a whole lotta nothing happens here LOL #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me solomon #swd solomon #solomon #solomon fics #mine #solomon fluff #solomon x reader

[omnivorousshipper]

Fake Marriage + First kiss? Btw your request fridays are 👌🏾

Aww! Thank you friend 😘💕💕 I really do enjoy doing them! You guys always come up with the coolest things!

Luke and Deckard are forced to team up and infiltrate a small town where they think something bad is going down. But since it’s a small town, and everyone knows everybody and is very tight lipped, they’ll need to come up with a good cover story.

And what’s better than some newlyweds moving out to the country to get away from the city life?

They’re both not quite happy about the arrangement, wishing they were pretending to be with someone else. But they suck it up for the mission.

The thing is, they’ll need to gain the trust of the town before they can start digging for any info. So, Deckard plays the dutiful role of househusband while Luke is the one who goes to work every day, getting a job as a bartender at the local bar/restaurant. Which wasn’t easy since it’s family owned, but Luke’s a charming guy.

The mission goes on for about two months, Luke and Deckard falling into a routine. And slowly but surely, it feels natural for Deckard to wake up first, make coffee and tea and breakfast before wishing Luke a good day. While Luke goes off to work, winning people to his side.

And when he comes home, there’s food waiting and so is Deckard, who had been going about town, visiting the shops and their neighbors. Over dinner, they share their info, slowly getting to the bottom of the strange things going on in town.

It’s not until the beginning of their third month there, when Deckard’s wishing Luke to have a good day at work, that without thinking, Luke gives him a kiss on cheek. He’s out the door, not realizing what he’s done, and leaving Deckard frozen on the spot, staring after him

It’s not until Luke gets to the bar that he realizes what’s happened. They both stew in their thoughts the rest of the day, not able to truly talk to anyone about their emotions. Afterall, they’re supposed to be husbands. They should be fine with kisses

When Luke gets home, he finds Deckard in the kitchen, and it feels like he’s actually looking at the man for the first time. And he realizes how beautiful Deckard is. And Luke feels something warm in his chest as Deckard turns to him, smiling shyly at him

And again, without thinking, Luke’s striding towards Deckard and crowds him against the counter. Gently and slowly, so Deckard can see what he’s doing, Luke brings his hands up and cups Deckard’s face. He leans in and looks Deckard in the eye and whispers

“Can I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah”

And it’s like nothing either has experienced. It’s full of pent up passion and something deeper, something powerful that neither can identify just yet.

They finally break apart, leaning their foreheads against each other’s. They stay like that for a while, occasionally sharing small kisses, when Luke whispers.

“You know, we never did get a honeymoon” and wiggles his eyebrows at Deckard, who blushes but smiles back

“Then you better make it up to me, big guy”

Hope you enjoyed friend 😁

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