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fruitsoxs · 11 months

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Hello different anon here to request one of my favorite things: reverse jealousy. How would the two lads feel about the reader feeling jealous over them?

sorry this took so long to do!! I made it a bit longer to make up for it <3

pairings: vash x reader , wolfwood x reader

warnings: once again there's some angst, insecurity, self doubt, swearing, wolfwood has some feelings, reader is a bit of a dumb ass in vash's part haha

notes: i kinda went off with this?? it didn't go where I thought it would that's for sure haha.

Vash

There’s a small fire that builds up inside of you every time this person touches Vash. It’s an anger you can’t really describe. It has you feeling jittery and useless. They aren’t being forceful with him, and he seems okay with the soft touches. That just makes you more uncomfortable as you walk behind the two of them.

They’re probably just thankful. Vash did just save their life. Anybody would be thankful if a handsome stranger ran in and ripped you away from a bunch of bandits. Especially on a planet like Gunsmoke, where everybody is only worried about themselves. There aren’t very many selfless heroes like Vash, so when they come around you tend to be thankful.

But there’s something about the way their hand lingers on his arm after they stumble closer to him. Or how they keep interrupting you, making it feel like you can’t talk. They seem to be pushing you into the background as you walk across the desert planet towards the nearest town. Despite there being enough room for you to join the two side by side, you feel like your place is behind them.

Glaring at both of their backs with, you clench your fists lightly. The town is close enough, you can see the buildings in the distance. Soon this person will be back home, and they’ll be just a minor detail in Vash’s adventure. While you’ll be by his side, helping him the entire way. That thought should help you feel better. It should help calm your nerves.

But then, their fingers reach out towards his hand, and you feel the fire build up again.

Jealousy rears its ugly head.

The worst part? You aren’t angry that they’re flirting with him. You’re angry that you can’t be this bold. You have been traveling with him for months now. You’ve become one of his closest friends. He trusts you. He cares for you. He has proven that he will do anything to keep you safe. And yet, you can’t even find the courage to hold his hand. This stranger, who’s known him for a few hours at most, is doing something you have always wished you could do.

RIght before their fingers touch Vash’s metal ones you clear your throat. Vash turns to you with a smile. He arches an eyebrow, probably able to read your bad mood. “You okay back there?” he asks softly. The stranger retracks their hand and looks at you too.

“Uh yeah. I was just wondering how you ended up out here anyway.” You mumble. Embarrassed, you try to find a conversation starter that makes you look less stupid. The person shrugs and looks ahead again. “Sometimes I come out here to find spare parts. You’d be surprised how much useful junk is just laying around in the sand.” They explain looking up at Vash.

Vash nods. “Yeah that makes sense. Sorry you got caught up with those guys. They didn’t hurt you did they?” he asks, looking the person over. “Maybe a few bruises, but I’m tough. You managed to save me just in time!” They exclaim. Vash rubs the back of his neck, blushing a bit. “We couldn’t just leave you out there!”

‘I could.’ you think for a second, before guilt floods your senses. Why are you acting like this?

You pause for a second, and watch the two continue to walk. They don’t even notice that you’ve stopped walking. The stranger says something that makes Vash laugh, his cheeks turning red. They step a bit closer to Vash, and he doesn’t seem to mind. This is too much for you.

You continue walking, a few steps behind them now. Your head hands low, and your heart drops.

As the three of you walk towards the town, the suns start to drop. The air gets a bit cooler, and the world goes eerily quiet. The town is already empty, except for a few drunken wanderers who stumble through the streets. There’s probably a bar or tavern somewhere that’s filled with idiots drinking and singing.

The stranger leads the two of you up to their doorstep. They turn around and face Vash. “This is me.” they smile softly, their eyes only on your blonde companion. “Glad you got home safe.” Vash responds, a sense of relief in his eyes. “Thanks for making sure I’m okay. I owe you.” They whisper, and you know they aren’t talking to you. “It’s really no problem. It’s what I- It’s what we do.” It’s sweet how he tries to include you even when you’re clearly not wanted.

The person smiles, and leans in close to him for a second. They pull him down to their level and press their lips against his cheep. Your blood freezes, and you look away.

“Stop by the next time you’re in town. Okay?” They mumble before leaving you and Vash standing there. Vash is a bit awestruck, his face a bright red. You feel like you might punch the next person who walks by, or break down and cry, Whatever comes first. The situation has left you completely and utterly upset. Every fiber of your being wants to run off into the night time and scream.

Instead you just stand there with your jaw clenched tightly.

“They were really nice…” Vash points out turning to you with a smile. You find yourself scoffing. “Yeah to you.” you point out and begin to walk away. Vash follows you closely, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, and you feel a little bad. He looks like a little puppy who’s just been yelled at.

“I mean they clearly were happy that you specifically saved them. You know?” You mumble, a bit softer now. He stops and looks back, a bi of confusion woven into his features. “What?” he asks, looking at you again. “They liked you, Vash.” You explain fully. His eyes widen and his cheeks turn pink again. “I-I don’t think so. I think they were just thankful I saved them-” He begins to rant, clearly flustered.

You sigh and stop to look at him. “They made it pretty obvious. I mean, they sure didn’t kiss my cheek. Did they?” He looks at you shocked, his brain jumping through hoops to try and explain the kiss. His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks down at your sour expression.

Suddenly a small smile stretches across his lips as he steps forward. He’s put your sour mood since you saved that person together now. He knows you’re jealous. “Well, I guess I’m flattered then. But…I’ve got my eyes on someone already.” he tells you a certain look you can’t place in his eye.

Now it’s your turn to be confused. “What? Who?” You ask, a bit too quickly. He laughs and shakes his head at you. “Someone pretty cool. They’re basically my best friends.” He explains. Your eyes widen as a new type of pain floods your senses. So he likes someone else, AND he has another best friend?

“Who is this person?” You ask, completely upset.

Vash just sighs, a small smile on his face. He walks closer and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. His hand gently combs through your hair

Your heart is suddenly leaping within your chest.

“It’s you.”

Wolfwood

Your finger nails dig into the soft skin on your thighs softly as you watch the scene in front of you unfold. You watch silently as Wolfwood mutters something in this random girl’s ear, making her giggle. She responds by leaning in close, giving him a shy smile. He wraps his arm around her and whispers something else- something you couldn’t hear if you tried. They’re too close now, and you feel your heart plummet into your stomach.

This shouldn’t be much of a surprise at this point. This man does this a lot. He likes to walk off the moment the group finds a place to rest, and try his luck with whoever will give him the time of day. Most of the time his advances are accepted because, as much as you hate to admit it, Wolfwood is handsome. He’s got a nice looking face, and a well toned body. Plus he can be sickeningly charming sometimes, with his unmatched wit and cute little nicknames. Anybody would fall for him.

Despite how common this little scene is, it still makes your chest feel tight. You’re uncomfortable, but you can’t look away. The drink you had ordered to help cool you off is left untouched, growing warmer by the second. You just don’t feel like you can stomach anything right now. You feel sick, and upset.

You’re…well, you’re jealous.

It’s something you’ve come to terms with awhile ago. You have feelings for your weird and mysterious traveling partner. You can only share so many tender moments with him dressing your wounds (or vice versa) before affections arise. You’ve shared enough moments with him where your heart beats uncomfortably fast to understand your feelings. It sucks.

The others have left you to stew in your feelings, knowing that once you get this way there’s no pulling you out. Meryl has tried so many times to convince you to let loose and ignore Wolfwood. She’s tried telling you to go dance with a stranger, or flirt with your own handsome man. “You’re attractive.” She would say. “Anybody here would be on their knees the moment you tried talking to them.” You can’t though. Not even if you wanted to. There’s a deep insecurity that takes over your brain every time you watch the man you love flirt aimlessly with another. It makes you doubt yourself to a degree you have never experienced. Are you not good enough? Not pretty enough? Are you boring? What is it about you that isn’t enough? These thoughts seem to flood your mind, and no amount of alcohol could subside them

Your eyes drift down to his arm resting on the girl's side, his fingers lightly pressing against her. It makes you want to vomit. You wish so desperately to be the one he touches like that, and it sickens you. How stupid are you? Pining after a man who flirts with other people so easily. This man would never give you the time of day- despite how sweet he can seem sometimes.

You grab the drink from the table and hold it to your lips, drinking it all in one go. It burns your throat. It’s not enough. Without missing a beat, another cup lands in front of you. You give a thankful nod to the bartender, then down that drink too. Your thoughts are getting clouded and fuzzy as a light buzz starts to overcome you.

You look over at Wolfwood again. This time though, your eyes meet his. He smiles when the eye contact is made. A sly smirk that makes your blood boil. It’s like he knows your feelings, and he’s rubbing it in your face. You frown and turn away.

What an asshole.

What should you do? You clearly aren’t having fun. The alcohol isn’t helping you loosen up, it’s actually making things feel worse. That girl is pressed up against Wolfwood, and you’re sure you might throw up or cry if you continue watching. Maybe you should leave. Go find a quiet place to relax? Yeah that’s a good idea. You leave your payment for the drinks on the counter and walk out of the building, into the chilly night air. For how hot it normally is on this harsh planet, the nights can get deadly cold.

You lean against the railing and sigh softly. It’s just not your night.

The sound of a door opening and closing brings you out of your little moment of peace, and the familiar smell of cigarettes makes your nose wrinkle. Wolfwood walks up next to you, flicking his lighter. He rests his elbows against the railing and leans forward.

“Why’d you run off?” He asks after a couple minutes of silence.

You look at him through the side of your eye for a moment, taking in his features. He looks so soft in the moonlight. Far different right now than how he always seems. A hint of warmth under the cold exterior he seems to always parade around. A side of him that he only lets you see.

“Needed some fresh air.” You finally answer, looking away. He’s really the last person you want to see right now. “Aren’t you missing somebody?” You ask, the alcohol makes you bolder than normal. There’s a sense of anger in your voice you can’t hide.

“You mean that girl?” He asks his hand going to his chin as if he’s thinking. “Just wasn’t feeling it. Why?” That sly smirk is back. “You feeling a little jealous?” His voice is quiet. He’s not looking at you, not entirely. He sometimes flickers his eye over to you, probably to see how you react.

Your eyes snap up to him, and a new anger surges through you. You can’t believe this man! He’s such a…a.. “You’re an asshole.” You say out loud, turning to look at him. Tears threaten to fall from the corners of your eyes.

“Is that a yes?” He goes to tease you, but when he turns to face you he stops dead in his tracks. His eyes meet with yours. His smile drops and a myriad of emotions go through his eyes. Confusion, surprise, then worry. He turns his body to you, and lets the bud of his cigarette fall to the ground. You remain tense, and quiet. You find yourself unable to meet his gaze.

“Oh.”

That’s all he says for a while. It seems he understands your feelings now. His hands clench and unclench, as he looks away. There’s a silence that takes over now. It’s awkward and tense.

You grow tired of the moment, and let out a soft sigh. You knew he’d react like this. You knew there was no way he’d feel the same way. It’s still heartbreaking though. Your stomach is in ruins, and it feels like all of the air has been sucked out of you. Curse whatever created you for making you feel so utterly helpless in this situation.

You turn to leave, but his hand finds your wrist and he pulls you back. “Don’t- Just give me a second.” He sighs, and his hand slips away. You stay put, despite the fact you desperately want to escape. He pulls out another cigarette and holds the lighter up to his lips, lighting it. The glow shows off his conflicted eyes.

He takes a deep breath, and then lets it go.

“You’re too good for me.” He says finally. “I”m…not the type of guy you should fall in love with.” His words are filled with an emotion you’ve never heard from him. This is a new Wolfwood. “I’ve done stuff…” he cuts himself off and looks in the opposite direction of you. “Sweetheart I…I…” he’s struggling to find the words. He takes a deep breath and then-

“Fuck it.”

He whips around. He grabs the cigarette from his lips with one hand, and the other clutches onto the back of your head. It happens too fast for you to understand completely , but he pulls you close and his lips catch yours. It’s a soft kiss.

He pulls away and leaves you breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. His hand is still cradling the back of your head. He stares down at you, his dark eyes trying to convey to you what he’s struggling to say out loud. He loves you too.

#wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #wolfwood drabble #vash drabble #request #no beta

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blackjackkent · 1 month

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Letter prompts - any or all!

Minsc to Hector

Lae'zel to Gale

Rion to Karlach

Shadowheart to Isobel and Aylin

Nine Fingers to Jaheira

(Letter fic prompts!)

TY as always for the prompts, friend! <3 Sorry it took a bit to get them done, but I did all of them bc I loved the ideas so much. XD

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(Minsc to Hector - a note scribbled on a crumpled piece of parchment with one corner slightly chewed off. Left on Hector's bedside table in the Elfsong, three hours before dawn on the cold, rainy morning before the battle with the Netherbrain.)

My friend!

Do not fear to find Minsc’s bunk empty when you wake; know that I have gone ahead to clear the path! The sewers that stand between us and our wrinkly foe are well known to Minsc and Boo, and we shall see to it that they are well-scrubbed of evil that might hinder us in our final journey. A fine tale it would make for us to travel towards a battle for the world's fate and be delayed by a passing bandit!

Should we have no further time to speak before all is chaos, Boo wishes you to know you have been a fine companion, a hero to rank high among all those he has traveled with. And Minsc would say the same, though Minsc does not juggle words with Boo’s skill.

Boo and I have traveled across many years in an instant, and much has changed. We did not think to find a company with which we could feel heroes again, not least after Minsc was made a puppet of the Absolute’s worm. With Jaheira, with you, Minsc has remembered what it is to be alive, to fight for goodness, and this city's every shadow trembles to know it.

Though evil brings the brain, Hector and his friends shall bring the brawn! And Minsc is proud to be among them!

(signed with the letter M and a very small pawprint in ink)

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(Lae'zel to Gale - a note carved in the spiraling gith script into a large flat rock, lacking the fine materials of true githyanki slate, written in camp deep in the Underdark.)

When you can read this, you may consider yourself a true scholar worthy of the secrets of githyanki magic. Until then, cease your inane questioning of matters far beyond your appreciation; my time is better spent in recuperation than in the education of overambitious istik.

A note is attached to the rock, written in Common in careful, precise handwriting: Ever so sorry to disappoint you, my dear sa’varsh, but my inane questioning shall continue unabated. I do, however, thank you for the opportunity to reacquaint myself with Comprehend Languages! I so rarely get a chance to turn that one out for a bit of exercise.

Below these words on the note is scribbled a considerably less meticulous tir’su spiral scrawled in ink: That is *not* what I meant, and you know it, kainyank.

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(Rion to Karlach - a note sent by standard post to the Elfsong, several days after the party's visit to Elerrathin's Home.)

Karlach,

You're kidding me - you're Pluck Cliffgate's kid? I carried messages for him now and again; he talked about you plenty, and I did see you once, maybe seven years old, darting all over the Wide like a little hurricane. Small world, I guess. Odd to think that I’m more or less the same and you’ve shot up to be taller than I am. Elf blood’s a funny thing.

I know you’re hoping for exciting stories about growing up with the High Harper but the truth is I don’t have much to offer. She wasn’t any kind of “heroic adventurer” to me - she was just Mother, and she never much liked to talk about the past, not even about my father. I heard more about her from bards in taverns than I ever heard from her own mouth - and some of it I wish I could scrub back out of my brain.

You ever hear a bawdy called “The Harper’s Head”? Yeah, now imagine that was your mum they were singing about. Awful.

She was good to us, though, in her own way. I know you saw me bite her head off and her bite mine right back; that’s just how we’ve always been. But she saw to it I grew up strong, that I knew how to fight, and how to keep my head down when the time called for it. Harper things, mostly, even though I don’t think she ever wanted me to be one.

She taught me how to take no shit, too. Her mistake, because now I don’t take hers either. But I think she’d rather that than otherwise.

After a while, the other kids just started drifting in - first for a meal here or there, then a bed, then before you knew it, this was their home. Another one in the pack. It’s strange, really. I always knew deep down - even when I was a kid who didn’t have words for it yet, just knew it was confusing and it hurt - that part of her really wanted to be back on the road, not tied down with us in this mess of a city. But somehow every time one of us moved out, she’d found another to bring in, almost like clockwork.

I think she’s been looking for something, all this time. But I don’t think she knows what it is, any more than I do, or what she’d do with it if she found it.

Not an exciting story, like all the tales you’ve heard. But it’s truth; I can tell you that much.

It probably won’t surprise you that I haven’t had a message from her since you left. But you can tell her I’m off to the refugee camp in the morning. We’ll hold our end of things, and see they’re taken care of. Take care of that bloody brain, and maybe I’ll find a better story to tell when you’re done.

Rion

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(Shadowheart to Aylin (and Isobel by proxy); several conjoined messages by a series of Sending spells, dispatched from somewhere on the edge of Waterdeep)

> Aylin… your mother's house is beautiful. I never imagined such a place. It's… foolish, perhaps, but I wanted to let you know I've seen it.

> I still carry the spear with me. Once dark, now light. Like me. Still surprised you didn't crack us both across your knee like Lorroakan.

> You gave me a second chance. I hadn't earned it; I wanted to kill you. The great difference between Shar and Selune. Cruelty versus mercy.

> A lot’s happened since then. I found my parents. Shar's last joke at my expense. You were right about everything. That I had to act.

> So I'm free now. Of all of it. One day I will think of a way to repay you both for your kindness. Your wisdom.

> I don't know what plans call you now, but should you travel near Waterdeep in the next fortnight-- OW! Yes, yes, I'll tell her, calm--

[a slight pause]

> Please also tell Isobel that Buddy says hello. The morsels she used to slip him in camp have purchased her a permanent owlbear friend.

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(Nine-Fingers to Jaheira - a note left in a dead drop at Danthelon’s in the middle of the night.)

Jaheira. You’ve GOT to call off the Rashemaar. He’s driving us all insane trying to teach us the good path; on all the gods, either I’m going to beat the hells out of him or someone else will. I don’t care what you do - take him on an adventure, lock him in the cellar, turn him into a statue again, hold the hamster for ransom. But something. Fuck’s sake.

He listens to you. Starting to think you’re the only one he does listen to. Like a pup with one master. It’d be cute if it wasn’t so infuriating.

We all want the same thing - this city safe and strong. But he’s got to learn that we don’t all go about it the same way, or sooner or later there’s going to be trouble.

Astele NF

#ask meme #astreamofstars #hector carlisle #minsc #lae'zel #gale dekarios #rion bg3 #jaheira #karlach #nine fingers keene #shadowheart #dame aylin #isobel thorm #these were fun to write c:#hope you enjoy <3 #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction

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taizi · 7 months

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If you're taking prompts and like this one might I request Sabo's pov on 'if I go I'm going on fire?'

That fic absolutely floored me it was so incredibly good. I just had to lie there and process it. But I can't stop thinking about how afraid Sabo must be that Ace will be angry but it would never stop him from going to try to help Ace, who doesn't even know he's not the last of the three...regardless if you want to write this I just had to tell you how much I loved it!

quite the keeper of you

read on ao3

When Sabo was fished up out of the sea as a child, all he had to his name were the clothes on his back and an ancient monocular telescope tucked safely away in his inner coat pocket. And that was all he had. And when he woke up initially, he was half out of his mind, hysterical, begging not to go back to wherever he’d come from. So for all he knew, he wasn’t leaving anything worthwhile behind.

It’s a sick joke. He’s waiting for someone to pull the curtain back and laugh, to let him in on it.

“You’re my brother!” Straw Hat screams, claiming Portgas D. Ace for the whole world to hear, plunging headlong into a war like it didn’t make sense for him to be anywhere else. The broadcast is shaky, grainy, but Sabo can still see the way Fire Fist’s face crumples in terror and anger and something specific to older siblings—something Sabo’s heart recognizes in that split-second.

Did you know? If you share a cup of sake, that makes you—

Sabo stands frozen, his brain on fire, the rest of his body encased in ice. Images were crowding forward; a rainforest with rich, colorful foliage and giant beasts, a bandit hut that was always waiting for them when they decided to give into the elements and slink inside for the night, a junkyard they picked through for treasures, though it took forever nowadays, because one of them always had to look after the little crybaby and make sure he didn’t drag something stupid home.

A kingdom square, unkind faces looking down on them. A treehouse where they could see for miles. A tiny body crawling under his blanket during a storm, and the automatic way Sabo put his arm around them, mumbling without waking up all the way, “This is the last time, Lu.”

For a moment, in the footage, it looks like they’ll get away. They’re running to the wharf, backed on all sides by allies, and Sabo finds himself holding his breath. Straw Hat is beginning to flag, but Fire Fist has a firm hand wrapped around his arm, is pulling him resolutely towards the sea.

Then for some reason, he stops. He whirls to face Akainu, face distended in a snarl.

No, no, no, you idiot, Sabo thinks with a fury that nearly blinds him. What are you doing, keep running, freedom is right behind you!

You idiot, come on!

When there’s an enemy in front of me, I won’t run.

When it happens, Ace is seconds too slow to stop it, an arm’s length away, his face the picture of horror. All around Sabo, the air goes out of the room with an audible sound, everyone sucking in a short, pained breath.

“Oh, no,” Koala whispers, putting her hand on his wrist. “Sabo, I know you really liked him. I’m sorry.”

Her sympathy is genuine and meaningful—she liked that rookie pirate, too. It’s impossible not to like him. His devil-may-care, take-no-shit attitude, how daring and reckless and joyful he was as he threw himself into each new corner of the world. Sabo always found himself gravitating towards Straw Hat’s Wanted posters the same way he did Fire Fist’s. He always lingered to look at their faces an extra second. He never knew why.

And now Straw Hat is—

This means that from now on, the three of us will always be—

The broadcast starts to shake. The transponder snail is curling and shriveling away from what must be an intense heat. A Devil Fruit awakens on Marineford, broadcast to the world, as Fire Fist Ace lights up like a supernova and cremates everything in front of him. The man who killed his brother dies in seconds. His own allies are pushed far away, back and back and back. No one is able to reach him.

And he’s screaming. When the transmission ends abruptly, Sabo can still hear him screaming.

He’s weak, and a crybaby, but he’s still our little brother. Look after him for me.

When Sabo boards the Moby Dick, he’s alone. He sailed in a straight line from Baltigo to intercept the Whitebeards without waiting for approval or permission from anyone. He didn’t even requisition the cutter, he just took it.

Less than two weeks after the Summit War, it’s a grave-faced group that greets him on the ship. Sabo doesn’t see the gargantuan figure of their captain abovedeck, so he casts around reflexively with observation haki and deduces that he must be resting in his quarters.

“What business does a Revolutionary have here?” Marco the Phoenix asks, with as much veiled threat as Sabo expected, though decidedly less than he deserves.

“Fire Fist,” Sabo says. All around him, hackles go up. “I’m here to speak with him.”

“He’s not exactly seeing visitors at the moment,” Marco grits out.

“He’ll see me,” Sabo replies, as steady and solid as a rock face that the ocean crashes against. He speaks as if his hands aren’t shaking, as if there isn’t a pit in his stomach that it’s hard to breathe around, as if he feels anything else but cold.

It takes four minutes for Portgas D. Ace to appear. He walks like a puppet, something recently brought to life that is still figuring out its autonomy. His eyes are dark and endless and if there’s a spark left in them at all, Sabo can’t see it from where he’s standing. Ace turns his head and picks Sabo from the crowd as the outlier remarkably fast, hardly needing haki to do it.

It takes four seconds for confusion to surface through the apathy, hints of it touching Ace’s face; the narrowing of his eyes, the downward turn of his mouth. And then it’s six seconds after that for understanding to set in, a swift river rush of it, followed by a tiny little silverfish dart of wonder. And then grief and rage trample over everything else, hand-in-hand.

Ace is on top of him an instant later. It’s a full-body tackle, and they go rolling across the deck in the type of knockdown, drag-out brawl that Sabo only just remembers from another life. It was like learning how to swim by jumping in the deep end—the wild boy from the forest had taught Sabo how to fight as if his life was on the line. They skipped things like how to tuck in your elbows and untuck your thumbs. Ace’s lessons involved finding the soft underbelly of your opponent and digging into it with tooth and nail.

The accident at sea that stole his memories away took those lessons, too, but his body remembered them. And while formal training with the Army was much different than wrestling with his brother in the woods, Sabo always had a bit of a nasty streak his teachers despaired over.

“You don’t have to bite,” he remembers Hack saying with measured patience. “This is a class, not life-or-death.”

Of course it is, Sabo had found himself on the verge of snapping. If I don’t fight for my life, someone else will take it. If we don’t fight for each other, no one else will.

But he didn’t know where the thought had come from. And he was discomfited by the way his instructors were watching him, and the way Koala stared at him, at the smear of blood left on the corner of his mouth, like she suddenly saw something in his face that she recognized in herself. So he didn’t say anything at all.

Now he knows. Ace showed him how to protect himself in a brutal, bloody, final way, because Ace loved him enough to want him to exist at any cost. Live, those lessons taught him. Survive.

Voices cry out and feet stamp around like people are trying to get close enough to tear them apart—but Ace’s fire shoves his crewmates back, a wall of snapping, snarling teeth that towers above Sabo from all sides.

It licks against him without burning. Ace’s hands are another story. He’s hitting to hurt.

Sabo absorbs every blow, and even when his face is tender and swelling and his lip is bleeding, it still doesn’t feel like enough.

Ace clutches the front of his waistcoat and hauls him half upright, expression twisted into something bleak and hateful. It’s the way he looked at Sabo when they were children and still strangers to each other. The first time they were strangers to each other.

“If you were going to come back from the dead, it should have been for him,” Ace snarls. “What the fuck are you doing here? What’s the fucking point now?”

I should have been there is on the tip of Sabo’s tongue, but it seems a waste of breath to say something everyone already knows. I’m sorry surfaces next, is the obvious right thing, but what he actually says is, “I had to come.”

His voice is just barely more than a whisper. Ace’s face only screws up more.

Ten years ago, it would have gone without saying. Maybe they wouldn’t have needed to speak at all. The only person in the world who really understood Sabo, who could look him in the eye and practically read his mind, was his best friend. His twin brother.

But now he’s staring at Sabo like he’s never seen any creature like him before.

“I had to,” Sabo chokes out. “Ace, I had to.”

Even if you hate me, he doesn’t say. You’re my brother. I’ll always come for you.

Ace drops him. Sabo’s head hits the deck with a solid knock, his brain ringing inside his skull like a gong. He’s still waiting for his double vision to clear when Ace lays down next to him. Their shoulders are touching, and even when Sabo’s starts to shake with the force of his sobbing, Ace stays pressed against his side.

Their shoulders are touching, and the fire, when it finally closes in, still doesn’t burn.

“I’m stepping down,” Ace says suddenly. “From the Whitebeards.”

Sabo rolls his head to the side to look at him. Ace goes on staring up at the sky and doesn’t look back. They’re still sprawled on the deck. Ace’s crewmates have been giving the brothers a wide berth since they stopped seemingly trying to kill each other but a wary few of them are still lingering nearby. If they’re close enough to overhear, they don’t give any indication.

“The Straw Hats,” Ace says, “Luffy’s people. They’re monsters, like us. They love the way monsters love. They’re gonna drag as much of the World Government down to hell with them as they can. I’m going, too.”

He lifts his hand, holding it out above him. It ignites, merry orange flames crackling from his skin, sending shadows flickering across his blank face. Then all the color bleeds away until it’s a ghostly thing, shock white with hints of blue, and the packed heat becomes searing and uncomfortable. It superheats the air like a flash fire; Sabo can feel it in his lungs, but he doesn’t move away.

Luffy burned. His last breath was agony, choked with smoke. There isn’t a force on this planet that could hurt Sabo as much as knowing that. If the fire in Ace’s hand leaped over and caught him and he went up like rice paper, it wouldn’t even come close.

“Don’t want my name attached to Pops anymore,” Ace goes on. “Don’t want him claiming the consequences for my choices this time.”

Sabo asks, “What did he say?”

“Called me a stupid kid,” Ace recounts like it’s something that happened to someone else. “Said I could go as far away as I wanted for as long as I wanted and my family would be still waiting for me when I decided to come back home.”

There’s a quirk at the corner of his mouth, not quite a smile. It’s some distant cousin of wry humor but not the real thing. Sabo gets the joke—“come back home.” As if that’s a place that exists anymore.

“I told my boss the same thing,” he offers, “more or less.”

His conversation with Dragon was less a conversation and more the total destruction of the communications room. Sabo doesn’t remember all of it. He does remember the rawness of his throat, the leftover ache of screaming, “Why weren’t you there? Why weren’t we there?” and the splinters in his hands from the broken furniture he’d hurled at the walls.

“I’m on sabbatical,” Sabo says mildly.

Ace finally turns to look at him. He’s different from Sabo’s recovered memories of him. He’s different from his Wanted posters, even. Gone is that proud, angry little boy, and that devilishly grinning pirate. He was a big brother before he was anything else, and now he isn’t that anymore. It’s carved a hole into him, scooping out the golden, shining parts that it took years to cultivate. All that’s left is the burnt remains of something once wild and beautiful.

He could be all those things again, Sabo thinks. If he tried. If he leaned on the support and love of his crew. If he let himself hurt and then let himself heal. If Sabo were a better person, he would make Ace try.

But he isn’t. Sabo is burnt remains, too.

“Pops told Luffy’s monsters it was suicide,” Ace says. “He says there’s no way we can accomplish what we want to do. He doesn’t get it.”

“No,” Sabo agrees, not unkindly. “But he will.”

Life is a series of lessons.

Sabo taught his brothers how to steal, how to be cunning—how to slip through High Town in their ratty shoes and dirty clothes like they were invisible, the way he learned to maneuver the mansion his parents lived in. Ace taught them how to fight bigger, stronger people—how to go for the soft, unguarded places, how to dig in with your teeth until you won.

Luffy taught them, too. Every single day. How to be silly. How to laugh at themselves. How to face the day like it was an adventure instead of a challenge. How to pry open the guarded cages of their hearts so that it became possible for other people to sneak in there down the road. How to dream huge, impossible dreams, and go on dreaming them even when no one believed in you but you.

This, their stubborn little brother showed them, day after day after day, grin stretching beneath a straw hat that Sabo would never get to watch him grow into, hands always open and reaching for them, is what you fight for.

And the Marines thought they had any right to touch him. To take him. To drive a fist through the heart of the one purely good thing in this world. The audacity leaves Sabo breathless.

“There are battles we have to lose,” Dragon had said, sitting in the middle of a ruined room like he’d been chiseled from stone, the beginnings of a terrible, pitch-black storm in his eyes, “in order to win the war.”

But there was no such thing as winning now. Not for Sabo, or Ace, or the Straw Hats. There was only taking as many of those people down as they possibly could, and making it bloody, and making it brutal, and leaving behind something that it would be impossible to ever forget. Something historians would discuss only in whispers for the next hundred years.

They’ll remember him, Sabo thinks, eyes roaming away from Ace, back towards the sky. Maybe there are stars up there tonight, maybe the moon is full and beautiful. All he sees is the blackness in between, the empty space. We’ll make them remember. We’ll teach them what it means to do what they’ve done.

And then they would finally see their little brother again, and they would tell him all about it.

#one piece #opfic #asl bros #revolutionary sabo #portgas d ace #my writing #prompt #anonymous #op #quite the keeper of you #ouch :')#no one is doing well #one more part after this one !

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Keep Your Promises

Sebastian Sallow / f!Reader 2k Words Content Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content; Smut, sex, canon typical violence and gore Summary: You and Sebastian get into an argument and you leave to blow off some steam in the best way you know, killing poachers in the Forbidden Forrest! Sebastian tags along to watch your back.

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You were in the midst of a heated argument with Sebastian Sallow. A scene that unfortunately happened all too frequently. He had strong opinions and you had a strong will, and while most of time they meshed well, when they didn’t, it was ugly.

The two of you were in the Undercroft, Sebastian was expressing his disdain for you still recklessly living out your title of Hero of Hogwarts, still roaming the hamlets and outskirts of villages in the shadows of the night, still making it your personal mission to dwindle the number of poachers and bandits around the greater Hogwarts area. You had promised him after fifth year that you’d stop. He was terrified of losing you like he had lost Anne and Ominis, as neither of them were back to speaking with him yet. You were all he had, and he hated that you were doing anything to risk being ripped away from him. So when he saw you coming through the gate to the Undercroft that night, he knew you had broken that promise.

You didn’t expect him to be there. It was late, you just needed a place to sit down and clean yourself up in private before heading back to your common room. He had been buried in a book that he sat down when he heard you coming, quickly getting to his feet and crossing the room to you, his firm hands meeting your shoulders as soon as you came through the gate.

“What happened to you? Tell me you weren’t out there fighting just now.” He looked into your eyes, searching them for a better reason than his initial conclusion.

“You want me to lie to you?” You asked him quietly, walking out of his grasp, making your way to the old, worn sofa where Sebastian had been reading. You sat down and pulled a bottle of wiggenweld from your robes and sipped it as you sank into the cushions.

“No I don’t want you to lie to me, I want you to keep your promises!” He scolded as he made his way to sit at your side.

“I had to. The bandits have been steadily increasing their numbers in the area again, some shop keepers around the hamlets have been asking me for help… they grew to count on me before. And I knew I could handle it, so I did.” You were clearly proud of yourself, and it showed in your confident tone despite Sebastian’s look of worry as you spoke.

He shook his head, his face a mixture of anger and sadness. When he spoke, the anger won his tongue “Oh of course. You had to help the shopkeepers. You think of what everyone needs except me.”

“You of all people know I am capable of handling myself, Sebastian. Don’t be so selfish. Why should I not make a difference if I know that I can?”

He was getting exasperated. “Selfish? If being concerned about losing the last person I care about in my life makes me selfish then so be it. I’m fucking selfish, and you’re reckless and ignorant.”

Ohhh. There is is. His favorite insult for you when you did anything to piss him off. He knew it stung so he always defaulted to it, ever since fifth year. Well, by now you knew better than to let it get to you. You corked your bottle of wiggenweld, slipped it back into your robes and got up and left. You crossed the defense against the dark arts tower and headed outside, swiftly crossing the grounds in the cover of night, making your way down the path towards Hogsmeade, but veering left into the Forbidden Forest. Nothing made you want to obliterate dark wizards and witches than being told that you shouldn’t.

He was fuming, but he followed you, cursing himself for pushing you this far, because he knew if he reacted with more compassion, you wouldn't be back out here, but he was not sorry for wanting you to stay safe.

He stayed a good distance behind you until you crossed into the forest, he caught up, creeping silently behind you, matching his stride to yours so you wouldn’t hear him. You walked until you came across a poacher camp you hadn’t cleared yet, you assumed it must be new. Now that the magical creature population in the forest was starting to blossom again, unfortunately so was the poacher population.

You cast disillusionment over yourself and crept up behind the first several poachers, three of them in one tent, bent over a table reading plans, it had appeared. You cast diffindo silently and cut the men asunder, their bodies thudding to the ground in a bloody heap.

Sebastian stood back and watched you, ducked behind some barrels at the entrance of the camp. He watched you creep from one tent to the next leaving piles of lacerated bodies in your wake. If he didn’t previously have such a blood lust himself, he might have been sick.

There was one tent left. This felt good, the thrill of the kill always did, but killing under the disillusionment charm silently was not nearly as satisfying as using your ancient magic. When you had whittled down the number of enemies into something more manageable, you broke your charm, facing the poachers in the last tent head on.

You shot confringo into the tent, burning one man, his final screaming gasps alerting his comrades who were asleep in the bunk beside his. The surviving poachers got to their feet quickly drawing their wands at you. You disarmed them, pulling one of them towards you with your ancient magic and blasting him backwards into the other with such force that you heard their bones break apart with the collision. The final poacher in the tent you shot into the air before slamming him down in repetition like a rag doll until his cries became silent.

In the time since fifth year, Sebastian had forgotten how fucking good you looked when you gave into your power. Magic swirled around you as you made quick work of the remaining poachers, and Merlin, you never looked so delicious to him as you did in this moment. Seeing you so unchained made him go feral with desire, the crotch of his pants getting uncomfortably tight as he watched you conquer over every last poacher with style. He adjusted himself and shifted his position, still in hiding, just to get some friction where he needed it.

You stood back, admiring your work for a few moments, adrenaline pumping through your veins, and a wide smirk on your face. You then made your way further back in the camp where cage upon cage were stacked, small creatures inside each one. Puffskeins, Mooncalves, and Kneezles. You freed each one, feeling satisfied with yourself. You put your wand back into your robe and started making your way out of the camp.

Sebastian stayed in place, watching you silently. It was as you made your way towards him to leave, that he noticed movement behind you. There was one more man you’d missed. The poacher aimed his wand at you with your back tuned to him, his eyes glowing. Sebastian stood and cast first, startling the hell out of you as he screamed ‘bombarda’ at a target you hadn’t even noticed. The final poacher dropped dead, you turned your shoulder and saw the large man behind you on the ground. You don’t know how you missed him.

Your mouth agape, you met eyes with Sebastian and he rushed to you. You expected scolding again, but you were met with a frenzy of scattered kisses to your face and neck, and rough hands pulling around your waist.

“Sebastian! What in the world..?” You were startled and your body jumped at his quick advance. You held his shoulders, your body tense, waiting and hoping he’d explain himself.

He replied between smeared kisses against your skin “Merlin… you could have died if I hadn’t been here… mmph… do you know that?” His hands slid down your waist, gripping your hips and working their way around your back side. He gripped you tightly and walked forward, making you stumble backwards against his grasp until he had you pressed against a stack of crates in the empty camp.

He wasn’t wrong. If he hadn’t been here, you probably would have died. You didn’t want to think about that right now. You didn’t want to admit to yourself that he was right, that you shouldn’t be doing this anymore… No matter how powerful you are. It only takes one mistake.

You couldn’t think about that right now anyway. Not with his mouth on you like this, with his body pressed to yours like this. You could feel his cock pressed against your thigh, he ground himself against you as he bit at your neck.

“Sebastian, not here… what if more come?” You held his shoulders, pushing him back a bit, trying to meet his eyes.

His eyes were dark with lust, he kissed your mouth before he spoke. “You watch my back then, I can be quick.” He was already tugging your skirt up and running his fingers against your clit over your panties.

You laughed. “You are ridiculous…” You couldn’t help but hum in pleasure as he touched you, your mouth curling into a grin and the tense look in your eyes faltering. “This isn’t the place for this, Sebastian.”

“Do you even know how good you look when you’re… killing? Do you know what you do to me? I’ll show you... I can’t wait. I won’t.” His words dripped with desire. He kissed down your neck, his body pressing against yours as he undid his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and wiggled them down his hips far enough for him to pull himself from the constriction of the fabric.

His breath shuddered, he pressed his body to yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your wand back in your hand, scanning your surroundings as he told you to do, relenting, letting him have his way.

He gripped you around your thighs tightly, lifting you up with ease and pinning you against the crates with his body, you wrapped your legs around him, helping him hold you up as he reached around with one hand, pulling your panties aside and pushing himself into you in one motion.

He groaned as he enveloped himself within you, pressing his forehead agianst yours and watching your face as he fucked you. He spoke through gritted teeth and between forceful thrusts, “You need… to be... more careful… You can’t… take my dick… if you’re dead.”

You just nodded, kissing his cheek as he moved to bury his head against your neck, moaning out against your skin as he lost himself in the feeling of you. He knew how to hit you just right, and did so with every motion against you, your breath got faster, your heart beating loudly in your chest with the thrill of it all catching up with you.

His moans were low and breathy, hot against your skin. He bit and kissed and let his tongue trail across any exposed flesh of yours as he worked you both closer to release. You tangled your fingers through his hair, tugging and directing his face up to yours again, to kiss him, to let your tongue move against his, and bite his bottom lip.

You could feel your body begin to tense, your legs gripping his body tighter as he brought your to your climax. You moaned against his lips, and he grinned, so proud of himself for bringing you to this undone state in such a terrible setting. It felt filthy and he loved everything about it. Between a string of expletives, he muttered your name as he forced himself as deeply into you as he could, holding you in place as he gasped and came.

He didn’t set you down right away. He kept himself within you, showering you with hard kisses again, anywhere he could reach.

“You know, if you don’t want me coming out here… you shouldn't have rewarded me so well for it.” She jested and kissed his forehead.

“You’ll just have to always bring me with you.”

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fan fiction #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy fan fiction #hogwarts legacy smut #f!reader #female reader

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worries

ellie x female!reader

you can't help but worry when ellie is out on a long patrol. when she gets home, she fucks your face.

word count: 5.8k (ish)

warnings: smut, cunniligus (not reader receiving), dom!ellie, dirty talk? maybe?, you're very in love, ellie still calls you honey, ellie is hairy bc i say so, an exorbitant amount of fluff, a complete disregard for whatever jackson's actual plumbing situation is.

a/n: hi! i'm back and this time ellie gets to cum. tysm for all the love on messy girl i didn't expect it and i really appreciate it! i aimed to have this posted a couple days ago but i decided i hated half of it and had to rewrite it sigh. this isn't beta read and probably has punctuation errors, i'm sorry, anyway i hope u enjoy <3

MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL CRY

it isn’t often you find yourself worrying about ellie while she’s out on patrol. she’s strong and smart and more than capable of taking care of herself, but you love her and loving someone often comes with a whole lot of worry. you worried when you heard her get out of bed when it was still dark, you worried when you’d gotten up a few hours later to see rain coming down in sheets and you’d worried when you’d gone to pick up lunch and overheard people talking about an uptick in attacks from bandits recently. by the time dinner was over and she still wasn’t home, you were well on the way to pacing a hole in the floor of your shared home.

so, when you hear the muffled sound of footsteps outside of the front door you startle out of your worried train of thought before dashing over and practically pulling the door off its hinges. you pause at the sight of your girlfriend, she’s soaked with rain and shivering, you’re almost certain she’ll have caught a cold being out like this. her clothes are caked in dirt and blood, there’s dark smudges under her eyes from lack of sleep, an irritated red ring around her face from a gas mask and she’s holding a wad of bandages over her left hip.

“careful, honey, we only just got the hinges to stop squeaking,” ellie says, lips turned up in a half smile at the sight of you, openly laughing at the annoyed look you give her and suddenly you don’t know why you were so worried at all. here she is, in one piece, looking like shit but still feeling well enough to poke fun at you. you can feel yourself practically deflate, your shoulders relaxing a little and your mind beginning to clear of it’s anxious fog.

“come inside, ellie,” you huff, gently tugging at the coat sleeve covering her forearm, “you’re gonna get sick standing out in the rain like that, we need to get you warmed up, there’s enough water in the tanks for a bath.” you tell her, making quick work of helping her lift the backpack off her shoulders before she shrugs off her sodden coat.

ellie is quiet as you help her out of her wet shoes and socks, not commenting as you scold her for wearing canvas shoes in autumn when she knows damn well it’s going to rain and how the last thing she needs is blisters from walking around in wet socks. when you finally look up at her again she’s watching you with a worried little furrow in her brows. she opens and closes her mouth once, twice, three times before she reaches over to place the bloodied bandages she was holding onto the beat up coffee table, holding a hand out to you afterwards so that she can help you to your feet.

“you know i’m always gonna come home to you, right honey?” she asks, looking into your eyes and cupping your cheek with one of her dirty palms. you can’t bring yourself to care that she’s probably spreading grime over the top of your cheek when she brushes her thumb over your skin, “you don’t need to worry about me when i go out on patrol, i’ll always come back to you, i’m never gonna make you do this alone, i promise,” she says in that self assured way of hers, you wish you could be as sure as she is.

“you can’t promise that, els,” you sigh, heart aching at the way her brows pinch more and her mouth opens to protest before shutting again in defeat. you know she knows just as well as you do that that’s an impossible thing to promise, childish even in the world you both live in.

“i love you,” she tells you instead, resting her forehead against yours and watching as affection warms your features, “i love you so much,” she says, kissing the corner of your mouth when you offer her a little smile, pulling away to show you her own. it’s different than her little half smiles or smirks, different than her big toothy grins, it’s her soft, sweet i love you to the moon and back smile that’s just for you.

“i love you,” you reply, bumping your nose against hers and kissing her again before you pull out of her embrace, “c’mon els, we gotta get you cleaned up, you’re filthy.” you say, pinching her cheek just to annoy her before you walk the short distance to the bathroom so you can start filling the tub.

“you wanna help me take my clothes off?” ellie asks from behind you, closing the bathroom door and raising her brows suggestively when you turn to look at her. you sigh with put upon frustration before turning to help her undress, not exactly looking forward to getting your hands covered in whatever is covering her but any squeamishness is outweighed by the want to take care of her, to get her clean and safe and wam.

“can you lift your arms with whatever you’ve got going on down there?” you ask, gesturing to her injured hip and reaching around her shoulders to gently tug her hair free from its half ponytail. you run your hands through the damp, tangled ends, kissing her nose when it scrunches at your slight tugging.

“it’s fine, honey, just a scratch,” she hums as she lifts her arms above her head so you can pull her shirt off, “some bandit thought he could get the jump on me, it took care of it though, he’s way worse off than i am,” she tells you, confident as always. you kind of hate how attractive you find her self assuredness when you see the wound. it’s more than a scratch, it’s a cut from a knife just above the waistband of her jeans. to your relief it looks clean, no jagged edges or stitches and it isn’t bleeding anymore, it’s just raw and pink and sore looking against her skin.

“that isn’t a scratch, els,” you tell her with your brow quirked and she has the decency to look a little sheepish about it, “you been to see the doctor about it?�� you ask as you work on getting her belt off, using less force as you help her peel off her wet jeans so you don’t irritate the wound.

“i did,” she sighs, tucking some hair behind your ear, “no major damage, no stitches, three days no patrol, two weeks till it’s completely better. we gotta stick a dressing on it now it’s stopped bleeding and i have to go back to the medbay if it starts looking gnarly” she huffs, all but pouting at the prospect of being stuck inside the walls of jackson while she recovers. you know it’ll be hard for her, not only because she wants to help but because she gets all pent up with excess frustration and needs something to channel it into. patrol is by far the most productive option since she can’t keep you pinned to the bed all day, you’ll make her stick to it though, you’ll pin her to the bed if you have to.

“you’ll survive, baby,” you say once you’ve worked her jeans off her legs, standing up so you can kiss her pouty bottom lip, “it’ll be just fine, it won’t be too bad hanging out with me, right?” you ask, sticking your own bottom lip out into an exaggerated pout and trying not to laugh at how fast her expression shifts, her head shaking quickly.

“‘course not!” she exclaims, cupping your cheeks to press kisses all over your face, “it’ll be nice to spend more time with you,” she tells you, kissing your nose one last time, “i didn’t think about it like that,” she admits with a blush, only going redder when you chuckle fondly at her and her one track mindedness.

“ok, ok,” you laugh, reaching forward to help her pull her sports bra over her head, “let’s get you into the bath before it overflows,” you say as you throw her bra in the direction of her other patrol clothes, they’re so dirty you’re sure you’ll have blisters from scrubbing out the stains. you’re curious about how she got so dirty, it’s worse than normal, but you won’t ask, it’s easier to let her tell you patrol stories in her own time. you’ll take the sore palms and raw fingers on laundry day though if it means having her here now, breasts rising with each breath and skin slightly dewy from the condensing steam of the bath.

“stop drooling, baby,” she chuckles at you, bending to take her own underwear off before she steps into the bathtub, “you’re supposed to be taking care of me, your strong, intelligent, handsome girlfriend gets wounded on patrol and all you can do is stare at her tits, it’s unbelievable, honey, i thought you were better nurse than this.” she playfully admonishes, smirking as your face heats up.

“ellie,” you whine, covering your face with your hands so she can’t see your embarrassment, “stop it,” you whine again, kicking the side off the tub and crossing your arms, “i’m your favorite nurse, stop lying,” you mumble petulantly, getting to your knees beside her and giving her a playfully grumpy look. your face cracks and your lips twitch into a smile at the lovesick look she’s giving you, it’s as soft as she ever gets and you love it.

“you’re right, honey, you’re my favorite,” she agrees easily, pulling herself to the edge of the tub and resting her chin on her forearms so her face is level with yours, “you gonna help me clean off?” she asks, ever hopeful. she’s so pretty like this despite the grime still on her skin, your eyes drift to her tattoo and the mottled skin of the burn hidden underneath it, to the little scar above one of her elbows and the freckle on her shoulder you like to kiss from time to time before they settle back on her face.

“sure i will, els,” you say softly, leaning forward to press your lips to hers, you’d meant for it to be a brief kiss but she deepens it. you moan as her tongue brushes against the seam of your lips and let her take control, her hand cups your jaw and you can feel water drip from her arm onto your pajama pants, eventually forming a mark so big you pull away, “you’re making me all wet,” you mumble against her spit slick lips, only leaning more into her palm despite your complaining.

“oh, really?” she smirks, glancing down towards your lap and huffing out a laugh when she sees the damp patch on your thigh, “if you’re already wet you might as well get in with me,” she says with an expectant look on her face, “there’s enough room, besides, wouldn’t it be better for my nurse to monitor me closely?” she asks, grinning all triumphant when you stand and begin to pull your pajamas off.

you aren’t wearing a bra and it takes willpower not to squirm when ellie continues to openly stare at you as you undress, watching the way your breasts press together as you reach down to pull your fuzzy house socks off and they way your nipples pebble from the change in temperature. your toes are cold on the tile of the floor and you hurry to pull your pajama pants and underwear off, holding your arms across your middle as you look back down at your girlfriend.

“you’re so beautiful, honey,” she tells you softly, reaching over to trail her damp fingers over your hip, leaving a little wet trail that makes you shiver with cold, “come on, get in, sweetheart,” she says, scooting forward so there's room for you to get in behind her. you step in gingerly, not wanting to slip on the slick interior of the tub, and settle in behind her, letting your legs bracket hers and resting your chin on her shoulder as your arms wrap around her waist.

“hi,” you smile, kissing the side of her jaw and squeezing her midsection gently.

“hi,” she smiles back, turning so she can kiss your bicep and then scooting down into the water so she’s floating, her head coming to rest comfortably between your breasts and her bruised knees bobbing out of the water as she bends her legs. they’re covered in a mottled mix of newer purple bruises and older yellowing ones, you squeeze her lightly again in sympathy.

“you gonna let me clean you off now?,” you ask, looking down at her all soft and fond as she closes her eyes and sighs happily. she seems to fully relax now, the weight of the day finally slipping off her shoulders as she rests in your arms. it’s nice to see her face smooth out completely the way it does when she’s totally content, no little furrow between her brows or downward twist to her lips. you stroke the soft skin between her breasts, kissing her forehead and laughing quietly when she sighs happily again. “you gonna answer me, els?” you ask, already moving one of your arms away to reach for the bar of soap.

“you can do whatever you want to me as long as i don’t have to move,” ellie mumbles, turning her head to kiss the side of your breast and then shifting around to get comfy again, “you’re all soft ‘n warm ‘n i can hear your heartbeat like this, it’s nice,” she continues as you dunk the soap into the water so you can lather it in your hands, being careful not to jostle her too much, “being pressed up against your tits is nice too,” she smiles, teeth peeking between her lips as she opens one eye to look at you.

“of course you would say that, perv,” you chuckle, reaching around her to start rubbing your soapy hands over her arms, “you’re gonna have to move if you want me to clean you off properly though,” you tell her as you work over a particular stubborn patch of dirt just above the place where her tattoo begins. her skin is soft beneath your hands, she’s lithe and slender for the most part but her arms show her strength, her muscles firm as you massage soap into her skin.

“i’ll just stay dirty,” she replies, sounding like she's made her mind up already, “honey, would you still love me if i decided to never let you clean me properly again?” she asks, almost cutting herself off with a groan as you rub your hands into her shoulders, she’s done it for years but carrying around a backpack from dawn till dusk takes a toll.

“you’re dirty most of the time already, els, and i love you very much right now,” you hum, pretending to sound thoughtful as you run your hands down her sides, careful to avoid the wound above her hip, “i’d still love you but i’d probably stop fucking you,” you say, smiling to yourself when she immediately frowns.

“ok, fine, honey, i’ll move but you’ve got to fuck me afterwards,” she tries, opening an eye again to look up at you and gage your reaction. she’s so damn predictable and the feeling of fondness that takes root in your chest is so big and warm it needs to be acknowledged somehow. so, you lean down to press a clumsy kiss to her forehead, giving her another when her face scrunches up and her eyes close again to avoid any badly placed kisses.

“sure, baby,” you agree, shaking your head at her and trying to hide your smile. you shift around in the water so you’re sitting up straighter now able to reach down lower and wash her front as she smiles all satisfied with herself, “can you give me your hands?” you ask, rinsing your hands off in the water and then grabbing the bar of soap again. it’s a travel sized one that one of you had grabbed from an old hotel at some point, it was probably considered fancy in the past but now it wasn’t anything too special, only the lingering lavender scent making it an improvement from the unscented stuff that’s more readily available.

ellie doesn’t speak as she hands you her left hand first, letting you rub soap into her wrists and over the backs of her hands, gentle on the broken skin of her knuckles. she seems to have perpetually damaged skin on her knuckles, no matter how many times you tell her to wear gloves or wrap her hands to protect them she doesn’t listen but that’s just her, your stubborn girl. you carefully rub her calloused palms and the lengths of her fingers before using a little brush to scrub the dirt from under her nails, gently squeezing her hand when you’re done.

“i love your hands,” you whisper to her, kissing the top of her head as you rinse the soap off her skin. you rub your thumbs firmly into the back of her hand, massaging away the aches and pains you know she gets in her joints sometimes. she would never admit what she considers her insignificant pains to anyone else, she hesitates to even admit it to you sometimes so it feels like a little bit of a victory when ellie squeezes your shin beneath the water with her free hand in thanks, letting out a lungful of air and turning so she can kiss your breast again.

“thank you,” she mumbles against your skin, “i think your hands are magic,” she adds quietly as you tap her wrist to indicate she should give you her right hand, “you’re so good at those massages, honey, it’s like your hands know just where it hurts,” she continues, smiling a little at the amused sound you make as you clean off her other hand.

“maybe they are,” you whisper, not wanting to displace the relaxed quiet that’s fallen over the both of you as you clean the dirt from her hand. you work your thumbs into her cleaned skin, resting your chin on top of her head as you work, “we should keep it a secret though, i don’t wanna do this to anyone but you,” you tell her, pulling her hand up to your mouth to kiss her poor bruised knuckles.

“you better not do this with anyone else,” she huffs, tilting her head back so she can look you in the eye, “you’re my nurse,” she says in that serious way of hers, narrowing her eyes at your amusement, “i’m serious, honey, you’re my girl,” she tells you, leaning up to kiss your chin, still unwilling to sit up enough to reach your lips.

“Of course, els,” you smile, trying to ignore how your face heats up and your thighs ache to press together at her words, “will you let your girl wash your hair now?” you ask, only half teasing. you sit up from your slightly slouched position, trying to pull her deadweight into a sitting position in front of you, “if you wash your legs while i get your hair done we can get to the fucking part faster,” you suggest to her, concious that the water will only remain warm for so long and your fingers are already starting to go pruney.

“i don’t wanna move,” she groans, turning over and pressing her face into your chest, her breath hot against your damp skin, “you’re so comfy ‘n i’m tired,” she says, giving you an exaggerated pout which seems so out of place on her face you almost laugh, instead bending down to kiss her before using residual soap on your hands to clean off her cheeks. there’s a streak of dirt on her nose which you wipe away and blood on her hairline that takes a bit of a firmer hand, the red ring from the gas mask she’d had to wear looks more shocking on her clean skin but you aren’t too worried, it’s happened before and it’ll be gone in a couple days.

“i know you’re tired, baby, you look like you’ve got two black eyes,” you say, using your finger to gently trace the dark smudges beneath her eyes. it’s a bit of an exaggeration but she does look exhausted and your heart aches a little, she always pushes herself, sometimes a little too hard. you’re glad she’s going to be stuck at home for a few days so she can rest up and you can make sure she gets three hot meals a day. you still think she’s pretty though, as she looks up at you with eyelashes clumped by water, a little flushed from the hot bath and a frowny furrow in her brows that you smooth over with your thumb. “the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get into bed, sweetheart,” you remind her, leaning down to kiss both her freckled cheeks.

“ok, ok, let’s get this over with,” she sighs after a moment, sitting up and taking the soap from you so you can grab the shampoo. it’s the kind that smells like artificial apples, it’d been the highlight of your day when ellie had brought it home a few weeks ago. you lather up your hands with the pale green gel and begin to wash her hair, rubbing the pads of your fingers into her scalp to remove the grime from the day. true to her word, ellie quickly begins washing the parts of her body you couldn’t reach, only stopping briefly to arch into your hands like a cat when you scratch her scalp.

“see, it isn’t that bad, baby,” you practically coo at her, still lightly scratching her scalp as she reaches down to clean between her toes. you take a moment to watch the muscles shift in her back, the way water drips down her shoulders and into the divot of her spine before you drag your eyes back up to your task, “c’mon, tilt your head back,” you instruct her, scooting so your back is pressed right to the wall of the tub and she can lean back far enough for you to rinse out her hair without getting soap in her eyes.

you scooch closer to her again when you’re done, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her shoulder. she’s still slick with soap in some places so you run your hands over her to wash it off, lingering on her chest in a way that makes her laugh and turn around in your arms to look at you.

“you gonna make me cum now, honey?” she asks, raising her eyebrows at you expectantly, “‘m all clean, i did exactly as you said,” she says, crowding you against the back of the tub and raising her arms to hold herself up over you with her hands placed either side of you. you can see her biceps flexing with her weight either side of you, water droplets catching on the bulge of them before continuing down her arm, it flows in little rivers from her collar bones down to her tits, and drips down onto you from her hair, “look at my face, honey, i asked you something,” she tuts, leaning down to nudge your forehead with her own.

“yeah, i’m gonna make you cum now,” you say softly, your face heating up as ellie’s lips quirk into a little smirk, “i wanna eat you out,” you tell her, leaning up to kiss her so you don’t have to look at her face anymore, she makes you feel so flustered sometimes it feels impossible to do anything other than kiss her.

“sounds good, honey,” ellie says with a wider smirk that tells you she knows exactly how you’re feeling. she presses another brief kiss to your lips and stands up quickly afterwards sitting herself on the edge of the bathtub with her legs spread a comfortable distance apart. you follow her out of the bath, pulling your towels from the rack beside the tub and stand on the bathmat in front of her, biting your lip as you stand in front of her. you try not to be shy but it’s so hard when she’s looking you like she wants to eat you up, her pupils blown with arousal.

“c’mere, baby,” she whispers, taking your wrists in her hands and pulling you to stand between her legs, “you want me to dry you off?” she asks, already taking one of the towels from your hands when you nod. she smiles at your timid agreement, leaning up to kiss your cheek before she starts patting you dry, her hands gentle over the curves of your body though the towel is a little scratchy.

it’s a small act of service but it feels good as she pats down your chest and sides. her hands briefly cup your breasts through the towel and she looks up at you with a grin on her face, less sexy and more teasing as she squeezes briefly before continuing to dry you off. she directs you to hold onto her shoulders and lift your legs up one by one so she can get your shins and feet and it’s all so sweet and domestic it makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy.

“lemme do you,” you request when she’s done, looking down into her eyes and wrapping the dry towel around her neck, smoothing it over her shoulders. she consents with a silent nod of her own, resting her hands comfortably on the edge of the tub and leaning back a little so she can watch you as you dry her off. you do it gently but quickly, mindful that she’ll get cold sat naked and dripping wet in the bathroom. you try not to linger too long when you dry her legs but the way the plush of her thighs gives under your hands is distracting and you blush when she smirks down at you knowingly.

“give me that,” she instructs gently, taking the towel from your hands and using it to quickly dry her hair enough that it isn’t dripping before draping it over the edge of the bathtub. she takes your towel and folds it up into something softish that you can kneel on before placing it on the floor between her legs. you kneel on it when she gestures at the ground between her legs, she’s more obviously manspreading now, slipping into the role she plays in the bedroom easily. you rest your cheek on her thigh when you’re both comfortable and look up at her.

the thatch of hair above her cunt is still a little damp though it’s dry enough to curl a little and it tickles when you lean over to kiss it. ellie laughs at the way your nose wrinkles to get rid of the tickly sensation and moves one of her hands to stroke the side of your face not already pressed to her skin.

“you’re so pretty,” she tells you, using her pointer finger to trace the features of your face. she trails over your jaw and chin, up to your cupids bow and the bridge your nose, your brow and the edges of your hairline, “is my pretty girl ready to eat me out?” she asks, laughing softly again at your quick nod and the way you sit up straight, if you had a tail it would be wagging as you look up at her, all wide eyed and full of adoration.

your arms reach up to wrap around her thighs before ellie tuts and pushes your hands away, “i’m gonna fuck your face, baby,” she tells you, holding the back of your head and pulling you back towards the apex of her thighs, “i’m not gonna let you tease me, i’m gonna take what i want,” she tells you, one of her hands leaving your hand to grip your jaw, strong and demanding, “you’re gonna let me, right, honey?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at you and really, you’re helpless to deny her, pressing your thighs together and swallowing the spit pooling in your mouth.

“yeah ‘m gonna make you cum, els” you nod, trying not to sound too eager and hoping you don’t look too much like the bobble headed figures some people keep in their trucks. seeing her above you like this, her grip still strong on your jaw and at the back of your head, her pussy not an inch from your face and the little happy trail she takes effort to groom leading your gaze up her flat stomach to her chest, it all makes you feel a little lightheaded. she isn’t a particularly tall woman by any means but on your knees, looking up at her like this when she’s so undeniably in control, it makes you feel like she’s six foot tall.

“alright, honey,” she says, smiling down at you like she knows exactly what's going through your mind, you wouldn’t be surprised if she did, you’re sure that despite your best efforts it’s written all over your face, “such a good girl,” she mumbles, more to herself than to you, she gives your jaw a little shake before she lets you go, caressing your cheek as she speaks, “stick your tongue out, baby,” she tells you, smiling again when you obey her, “good girl,” she tells you again before she’s pressing your face into her pussy, groaning at the feeling of your tongue against her.

she tastes the way she usually does, clean and a little musky, her skin smells a little like lavender from the soap but your senses are predominantly overwhelmed by ellie. her thighs closed tight around your head, her hand firm and demanding on the back of your skull, her clit bumping against your nose as she rolls her hips against your face, your jaw working hard to keep up with the pace she’s set. her pubic hair is soft and a little wiry against your skin, the feeling of it only makes you wetter and you feel yourself blush though you’re sure it’s impossible to tell.

“open your eyes,” ellie pants, already looking down at you when you open them to look up at her, “fuck, honey,” she groans, a furrow in her brow as she works her hips faster against you, her other hand leaving the edge of the tub and reaching for her breast. you watch as she plays with herself, rolling her own nipple between her thumb and pointer finger in a way you know feels amazing. she’s rougher with herself than you ever would be, digging her nails into her skin hard enough to leave little crescent moons and moaning.

“need more, honey,” she tells you, almost sounding whiny but you’d never tell her that, she would pout for hours and you’d probably end up over her knee. she stands up from the side of the bath, hand leaving her breast so she can hold both sides of your head tighter against her as she circles her hips against your face, your tongue pressed up against the soft skin of her cunt. you can just about get in enough air to stay conscious as she continues to use your face to get herself off, the edges of your mind feeling a little fuzzy in a way you’d be embarrassed to admit you adore and your eyes watering, lashes clumping with tears.

your chin is wet with her arousal and your spit, the slide of her hips only being made easier by how slick everything is becoming. you let your eyes flutter open again to watch ellie’s face twist in pleasure above you, the mounds of her breasts obscuring your view as she throws her head back but you can imagine the look on her face, the way her neck strains as she groans and the way her jaw clenches as you bump her clit.

“i’m gonna cum,” ellie moans above you, “move your mouth up just a little, honey,” she instructs, an almost frantic edge to her voice and you hurry to do as she says, pressing your tongue flat against her clit, “shit, honey, fuck,” she moans, her hips bucking hard agaisnt you and her thighs shaking. you move your head up just a little more and suck firmly on her clit and her moans turn higher pitched as she comes closer to her orgasm. her thighs tense as she cums, her release coating your mouth and chin. she grinds against you firmly as she rides it out, her hips twitching as she groans, eventually letting go of the tight grip she has on your head when she’s done with the aftershocks.

her fingers come to stroke over the sides of your face and cup your cheeks as you look up at her, face all shiny with spit and her release, a content little smile on your lips. it makes her feel sated on some deep primal level she’d rather not linger on, her girl covered in her cum after she’s taken everything she’s wanted from her. it makes her tummy heat up again and her cheeks burn red, she’s glad you can’t tell since she’s still flushed from her orgasm.

“good?” you ask, panting a little, you’re still a bit short of breath and your jaw is sore but it’s worth it to make her feel good, to know that you’re the source of all her pleasure. your hands reach for her thighs and she doesn’t bat them away this time so you take your time stroking her warm skin. she’s got soft, sparse hairs on her legs and you really shouldn’t be endeared by it but you can’t help it, you love her and you love her body, you don’t think you’ll ever get over it.

“so good, honey,” she sighs happily, leaning down to kiss you, “made me feel so good, such a good girl,” she smiles against your lips, kissing your cheek as she pulls away and reaching for a towel to wipe off your cheeks. her grip on your jaw gentle this time as she tilts your face so she can get you all cleaned off, she’s got a concentrated furrow in her brow and it feels so good to have all her attention directed at you, all her affection and tender touches, you feel like you might burst if you don’t let her know.

“hey,” you call softly, butting your head against her hands for attention, “i love you,” you tell her, not able to stop yourself from smiling when her face goes all soft and warm at your words. “i love you, too, honey,” she replies, bending down to kiss your forehead. she looks exhausted now, and you’re sure she’ll be complaining about her ‘scratch’ come morning but she’s here and in one piece and smiling her soft, happy, i love you smile so you can’t really find it in yourself to worry about anything at all.

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arroelin · 2 years

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— when they come home in the middle of the night (part 2)

part 1

characters: childe, itto, albedo

genre: fluff

CHILDE drags himself up the steps leading to the front door, wincing at the twinge of pain in his shoulder as he reaches for the handle.

when he carefully pushes open the door, he’s met with a cold glare and the sight of you standing with your arms folded across your chest.

your eyes flicker away from him to the clock on the wall, and his eyes follow yours. he curses inwardly when he sees that it’s currently way past midnight.

he hadn’t expected to run into a band of bandits when retrieving a package from someone across town, and the few minutes he had promised you it would take him to run this small errand had turned into hours– which brings him to this moment.

“you took your time.”

“I… had to take a small detour,” he manages to stutter out.

you raise your eyebrows at him, and childe doesn’t know what else to say so he blurts out the only words on his mind at this hour, “it’s late.”

with a small sigh, you hum in agreement before making your way towards him. childe sees the concern swimming in your eyes as you draw closer.

your hand reaches up and he feels your fingertips gently graze over the small bruises littering his face, and he almost wants to lean into your touch.

“I thought you would be asleep,” he says sheepishly. “aren’t you tired?”

you hesitate, slowly lowering your hand to your side, but you nod.

“sorry,” he mumbles, looking down at the ground.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you say softly, and he feels you slip your hand in his.

childe looks up, seeing the small, forgiving smile on your lips makes him feel a little better, and he squeezes your hand gently, “c’mon, let's go get some rest.”

ITTO didn’t mean to get lost when he was trying to catch an onikabuto that kept hopping around, and he definitely didn’t mean to come home so late.

he tries his best to be quiet, and yet the floorboards still creak with each step he takes.

itto freezes when he sees you asleep on the sofa with an open book laid out on your lap and your head slumped awkwardly on top of the armrest. after a nervous gulp, he slowly makes his way towards you.

he knew that spending the night alone on the large bed would feel lonely, and the way you were sleeping looked uncomfortable, so slowly and carefully, he slides his arms under you and lifts you up.

you stir against him and he freezes in place. once you finally settle comfortably in his arms, itto lets out a large sigh of relief.

“hey,” a sleepy voice calls out, making his heart almost jump out of his chest and his eyes snap to you.

“h-hey,” he stutters.

“what’s happening?” you mumble sleepily, looking up at him with tired eyes.

he breaks into a smile, “I’m bringing you to bed, the sofa didn’t look comfortable.”

you hum in agreement and let your eyes flutter shut. he feels you stir in his arms again, but this time, you bury your face into his chest.

“I wanna sleep here,” you murmur with a small smile as you open one eye to look up at him. “you’re warm.”

itto feels his entire face heat up, and he’s thankful that it’s dark so you couldn’t see the redness spreading embarrassingly across his face.

the moon is at it’s peak when ALBEDO returns home from the laboratory.

his eyes widen when he sees you slumped over your desk with your head resting on your arms. he doesn’t miss the mess of papers scattered around you and the uncapped pen laying beside your hand.

the small, flickering light from the desk lamp lights up your peaceful expression in the otherwise dark room, and albedo feels a small smile tugging on his lips.

he walks over to the desk and places a hand on your arm, shaking you gently so as to not surprise you.

you lift your head off your arms and look around, blinking slowly at the bright room, before finally, your eyes meet his.

“you shouldn’t sleep at the desk,” he says gently as he reaches up to push a stray strand of hair out of your eyes. “you’ll wake up tomorrow with a sore neck.”

“let me clean up first,” you mumble sleepily as you start to push yourself up from the chair. but the gentle hand on your shoulder and the small smile albedo sends you is enough to let you know that this is a mess that he can handle at the moment.

he caps the pen and begins to gather up the chaos of papers on your desk. from the corner of his eyes, he sees you nodding off every few seconds, and he also notices the way your head snaps up each time as you blink your eyes in a futile attempt to stay awake.

albedo sets down the pile of papers he had been sorting and holds out his hand in front of you. “we can organize this tomorrow,” he says softly. “right now, we should both get some sleep.”

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Kicho's Main Story Chapter 5 Part 1

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. JP SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

I suddenly found myself in an unfamiliar place.

(Where the hell am I?)

(Or rather, what was I doing?)

Not knowing where I was, I looked around, but all I could see was a blank, white world.

(I wonder if I can get there if I keep going straight.)

(Hm? But where am I going, and who am I?)

Someone's voice: "...up..."

???: "Huh?"

Someone's voice: "Wake up, Mai."

Mai: "----!"

I suddenly woke up, and the bright morning light flashed into my eyes.

(Wow, it's so bright.)

Kicho: "You're finally awake."

Mai: "Kicho? Where the hell am I?"

Kicho: "Are you still dreaming? We're in a room at the inn."

Mai: "Oh, right."

(We stayed here last night.)

He was already dressed, and although he had a few dark circles under his eyes, his complexion was back to normal.

(I guess he recovered from the fatigue after a night's rest. Thank goodness.)

As I patted my chest in relief, he walked straight to the door.

Kicho: “I’m gonna go check on the horses. When you’re ready, come outside.”

Mai: “Okay.”

He left the room without me.

(I feel like I had a strange dream.)

(I don’t remember much, but I feel a little refreshed somehow.)

As I got up from the futon, I looked out the window and saw that the rain had already stopped, and a pleasant breeze gently caressed my cheeks as if to announce the start of a new day.

(Alrighty, let’s work hard again today!)

Mai: “Let’s see, I think it’s this way.”

Kicho: “............”

Mai: “Oh, wait. I think it's the other way around.”

Kicho: “Wait, Mai.”

I looked up from the map when he suddenly stopped and sighed at me.

Mai: “Did I read it wrong again?”

Kicho: “No, you’re making a more serious mistake than that. It’s upside down.”

Mai: “What? Ah!”

(I was so busy figuring out where we were that I didn’t notice it at all.)

Kicho: “You insisted on learning to read a map, so I taught you, but I guess I let you practice too soon.”

Mai: “Sorry. I was just too excited.”

Mai: “I think it’s better if I follow you for now.”

As I returned the map I borrowed, I pointed to something that had suddenly caught my eye.

Mai: "By the way, what are these circles?"

Kicho: "Caves. We should avoid them."

Mai: "Huh? But it looks like a shortcut."

Kicho: “………….”

Kicho: “It’s dark in there, and the footing is bad anyway. There’s also a chance that some bandits are using it as a hideout.”

Kicho: "Just to be on the safe side, we should avoid it."

Mai: "I see. You're right."

(What's that pause just now?)

(No, he seems to be doing what he always does. Am I worrying too much?)

Tilting my head, I regained my grip on the reins and watched as his white horse began to make its way to our destination.

After a while...

Mai: "Is this our stop?"

Kicho: "Yeah."

After passing through the deep mountains, we arrived at a deserted beach.

(Why on earth are we on the beach? Oh!)

Across the sandy beach, small boats floated around, and as I looked out towards the sea, I could see a large ship also anchored in the distance.

(That's one fine-looking ship. Is it one of his business partners?)

(If they came by ship, they could've come to Sakai instead of here.)

(I mean, there's a lot of weirdness going on here.)

On our way down the mountain, I didn't see any towns around here.

(If it's a port where ships come, it should be more prosperous.)

Feeling uncomfortable, I followed him to a small boat and saw a man sitting there, smiling and raising his hand as soon as he saw us.

Foreign man: “Kicho!”

Kicho: “Thank you for your time today.”

Kicho took his offered hand and shook it lightly.

(Hey, I know that one! It’s English!)

(This might help me understand what the business meeting is about.)

We boarded a small boat, and he brought us to an anchored galleon, where a man who appeared to be his business partner greeted us before escorting us to his cabin.

(I’m ashamed of myself for thinking I could understand even a bit of it.)

Kicho and the foreigner sat on a chair and began speaking in English fluently as I leaned back to listen to their conversation.

(He’s amazing. He pronounces the words so well that I can hardly understand a word.)

(I should at least act like I know what they’re talking about so I don’t make them uneasy.)

Mai: “Thank you for your hard work. It looks like the business meeting went well.”

Kicho: “Yeah.”

(I was right.)

I remembered what I had just seen as we returned from the boat and walked along the beach.

(Thanks to his overzealous negotiations, the numbers on the paperwork ended up being rewritten.)

(Although the numbers were large to begin with, it’s still not normal to increase them from 8,000 to 10,000.)

Mai: “What on earth are you planning to buy in such a large quantity?”

Kicho: "You looked like you knew what I was talking about earlier, but was that an act?"

Mai: "Yes, I tried to act like your secretary."

Kicho: "I see. No wonder you didn't react at all."

Mai: "What?"

Kicho: "The business meeting we just had was about purchasing weapons."

Mai: "-----!"

Kicho: "Considering the number of ships allowed into Sakai, we still haven't reached the amount needed for our plan."

Kicho: "This port was built for that purpose."

(Oh no. So 10,000 is the total number of weapons?)

A chill ran down my spine as the blood drained from my entire body.

Mai: "Are you sure you want to tell me something so important?"

Kicho: "If you're my secretary, you should know about it."

Kicho: "Or are you trying to get in my way?"

Mai: "No, that's一"

I could see that his gaze changed to a more serious one.

Just the thought of having my response and my reaction watched without a second thought made me nervous to the point where my mind went blank, even when I wanted to think about how to respond.

(I haven't had this feeling in a long time, or maybe I've just been numb for some time.)

Kicho: "You once tried to stop me from getting the weapons."

Mai: "You're right. That happened before."

------------Flashback------------

Mai: “I think conflicts will happen if more people get their hands on weapons.”

Kicho: “That is my goal.”

Kicho: “I’ll incite the forces of various regions and disturb Japan. This trading post is for that purpose.”

Mai: “A lot of people are going to die.”

Kicho: “………..”

---------Flashback Ends---------

(I backed off back then.)

Kicho: "What do you think now? Do you want to stop me and call off the deal we just had?"

Mai: "I..."

(He creates a world where people die because he values life.)

(No matter how many times I think about it, I don't know how he came to that conclusion.)

(Maybe if I ask him what he saw in the future, I can get a little closer to his thoughts.)

The look in his eyes told me that the question wasn't about that, and he was just genuinely waiting for my answer.

Mai: "I still don't think it's right to create conflict or to instigate one."

Mai: "I think this will never change, no matter what, but..."

Kicho: "But?"

Mai: "I want to talk to you properly without outright denying your thoughts."

Mai: "And since we're here together like this..."

I stepped closer to the invisible line separating us and stared back at him, begging his permission for me to take a step forward.

Kicho: "Why?"

Mai: "That's because I don't know what's right and wrong."

Mai: "It's not something I can decide by my own standards."

Kicho: "You already have your answer. You said earlier that my idea was not right."

Mai: "Yes. Still, the feeling of not knowing comes first."

Mai: "And the more I think about it, the more I think about you."

Kicho: "............"

Mai: "That’s why I want to know."

Mai: “I don’t understand why you’re doing this, and I may not be able to empathize, but I want to understand.”

Kicho: “Can that be done by just talking to each other?”

Mai: “I don’t know, but don’t you think wanting to know is the first step?”

Kicho: “Who knows? Knowing could lead to disillusionment and even rifts in the relationship.”

Mai: “It’s the same without knowing.”

Mai: “I made all these assumptions that you were a horrible person, but you weren't maliciously trying to create conflict.”

Mai: “Every time I got to know you a little better, I got confused even more.”

(To me, he changed from an enemy to a person. That’s why I’m in pain.)

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I believed that people could communicate with each other through words.

I thought if I talked to him, he would understand.

However, reality hit me that these ideas were naive in the Sengoku period.

(As long as we’re in conflict, someday we’re gonna have to make a choice.)

(But at least until that moment...)

Mai: “Please tell me. I don’t want to deny something without knowing the answer first.”

Kicho: "That's vague."

Mai: "Well, you asked me what I think."

Kicho: "It's fine. I got the answer I wanted."

Kicho: "As I thought, you'll get in my way, but I will remember where your heart is."

Mai: "Okay!"

I nodded, and he started walking forward again without saying a word.

The sky was clear, hardly appropriate for a return trip after a disturbing business meeting, and the waves crashing on the beach grew stronger, lightly wetting the dry sand and my feet.

A few days later.

Mai: "Fuku. Repeat after me."

Mai: "Report."

Fuku: "Kicho."

Mai: "Report."

Fuku: "Yummy!"

(Hmm. This strategy is no good.)

(Even if I taught him some words and asked him to pass on a message, Kicho would probably know about it.)

I leaned against the wall and breathed out, feeling my cheeks relax as Fuku shook his head over my fingertips.

(I need to tell Mitsuhide about Motonari and the weapons, but I don’t think sending a letter would be a good idea.)

What awaited me upon my return to Sakai was the same hectic pace of life as before my departure.

Naturally, I continued to work with him all the time.

(Although I took the trouble to ask him to tell me, it’s still difficult.)

(Even if I got to know him, if I can't fulfill the mission that brought me here, I'm still halfway through everything.)

Mai: “If only I could have at least one chance to get out of town.”

Just as I was about to let out a long sigh again...

Kicho: “You’ll get a chance.”

Mai: “Kicho!? Are you finished seeing off your business partner?”

Kicho: “No. I told him I had an errand to run later and left him to my men.”

(Errand? I thought it was just paperwork, as usual.)

Fuku: “Kicho!”

Mai: “Ah!”

Fuku happily jumped onto Kicho’s shoulders and shook his head again.

Kicho: “Sorry for leaving Fuku to you.”

Mai: “No, it’s okay. He’s been a good boy.”

Kicho: “I don’t think you can call him a good boy if he snuck out of the birdcage without permission and barged into the guest room during a business meeting.”

Kicho: “Also, the door was open at that time. If he had escaped, it would've been difficult to find him.”

Mai: “Hehe, you’re right.”

(I can see why Fuku always jumps on him every time he sees him.)

Mai: “By the way, what are you doing after this?”

Kicho: “I’m thinking about going into town. It’s not for work, but I have something to do there.”

Fuku: “Kicho.”

Kicho: “You stay here. Mai, put Fuku back in the cage, and we’ll go.”

Mai: “Okay.”

(If it’s not work, it’s probably for personal reasons.)

(And he’s taking me with him. Is that to keep an eye on me?)

I walked alongside him, glancing around as we made our way down the busy street to see if I could find anyone who looked like Mitsuhide.

(No, I’m with Kicho, so there’s no way he would show up.)

(I’ve come all the way here, so I need to be more careful about what I say and do if I don’t want to look suspicious.)

Kicho: “Mai.”

Mai: “Um, I haven’t done anything yet.”

Kicho: “I can see that, although there were probably a couple of stores you’d be interested in. Let’s go there.”

Mai: “What?”

Kicho: “I said you could decide where you want to go. That’s what we came here for.”

Mai: “Really? I thought you had something to do here.”

Kicho: “It’s my business too. I want to give you a gift as a reward for accompanying me the other day.”

Mai: “You don’t have to. That was part of my work.”

Kicho: “Yes. That’s why I’m paying you for it.”

Kicho: “By the way, you’ve been getting paid since you came here as a maid.”

Kicho: “I decided on the amount with the mediator, but now that you’ve changed jobs, we’ll need to sign a new contract.”

Mai: “*sigh* I’ve never heard all of this before.”

Kicho: “I see. How could you think of working so diligently without knowing your salary?”

Kicho: “I mean, even before, shouldn’t you know that?”

Mai: “When I came here to the Sengoku period, I thought that the common sense in me wouldn’t work, so I was somewhat paralyzed in that area as well.” **

Kicho: “I see.”

Mai: “Despite that, I receive food, clothing, and shelter.”

(I would’ve been miserable if I had been forced to stay outside with no place to go.)

(The reason I’m still alive in this period is because of everyone I’ve been involved with up until today.)

(I thought I had to make sense of my being here, but everyone had already made it for me.)

(Maybe I was the one who was tormenting me the most.)

Previous╏Mai's POV╏Kicho's POV

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen kicho #ikesen kichou #ikesen jp #ikesen translations #ikesen spoilers #ikesen #cybird

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wellthebardsdead · 10 months

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Clockwork heart pt14

Part 13 here

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Wyrm: *seated in the Vilemyr inn writing down what his new companions want to order as they pool their coin* I don’t know if they’ll have Horker this far inland but I’ll ask, if they don’t will beef or venison do?

Kaidan: aye, honestly anything will be an improvement from the mouldy bread they force fed me…

Wyrm: *feeling queasy at the mere thought of it* I-I’ll ask to make sure the bread here isn’t mouldy. Tali you just want a baked potato and some leaks with slaughterfish if they have any?

Taliesin: *combing out his hair after a bath* yes please I’m starving after fighting off all those bandits.

Kaidan: I can’t imagine you fighting off anybody without crying over a chipped nail.

Taliesin: Oh yes and who saved you from the thalmor again? The thalmor that managed to capture you? That’s what I thought.

Kaidan: *huffs* I was asleep when they jumped me.

Wyrm: *ignoring their bickering, in truth not even registering their distaste for each other as he picks up the paper and the menu before walking over to the counter* m-mr wilhelm?

Wilhelm: *back turned to him talking to the bard* Lynly I told you to stay away from that accursed place for a reason! It’s haunted! I promised to protect you…

Lynly Star-Sung: I know I know I just wanted to see if the rumours were true I- *pauses seeing Wyrm waiting* oh I’m so sorry.

Wilhelm: *turns to see the small pearl eyed dunmer staring at them* Oh uh, forgive me sir I didn’t see you there. How can I help you.

Wyrm: *offers him the paper and menu* I-I’d like to order now please. What’s haunted?

Wilhelm: I, Ah, it’s… the barrow. There’s a ghost terrorising the village from it, at night you can hear the most dreadful of sounds and see it walking behind the stones.

Wyrm: a-a ghost? *looks at the bag of coin in his hand, having counted only enough for their stay at the inn* m-maybe I could investigate it for you?

Wilhelm: y-you will? Are you sure? I’d appreciate the help but please be careful.

Wyrm: *nods* I’ll talk to my companions about it.

Wilhelm: Thank you, *takes the paper and menu, reading his note* ‘Fraid I don’t have any horker available but I can make a sandwich with deer if that’s alright?

Wyrm: y-yes that’ll be fine. Thank you. *hands him the gold before walking back to the table*

Kaidan: it go well?

Wyrm: there’s no horker.

Kaidan: damn shame.

Wyrm: how do you guys feel about catching a ghost?

Taliesin: *chokes on his wine* excuse me?

Wyrm: a-a ghost is haunting the barrow. The innkeeper asked me to investigate it.

Kaidan: Pffft, lot more than just ghosts to worry about in Nordic barrows. I’d be more concerned about the Draugr, an who does he think he is asking you to handle it?

Wyrm: I mean, the Jarl of whiterun asked me to kill a dragon, a ghost seems a-a lot less scary than- *remembers the dragons maw opening up and fire erupting towards him* that.

Kaidan: Has he gone mad?! You got one arm, a rock for an eye and you can’t even swing a sword.

Taliesin: *getting irked at Kaidan taking a jab at Wyrm, unintentional or not* and yet he still obliterated it.

Kaidan: by doing wha-

*sniffle*

Kaidan: *looks at Wyrm to see him visibly trembling as tears prick at his eye* I- hey it’s-

Wyrm: t-teacup- *sniffles and hurries off to the room they’d rented before his hiccups can start*

Kaidan: teacup? *watches him run off* oh fock now I’ve done it. I was only joking- OW!

Taliesin: *stabbed a fork into his hand* He can’t tell, you imbecile. You’re as blunt as you are thick in the head! *gets up and walks off after Wyrm to calm him down knowing the state he’s most likely worked himself into*

Kaidan: … *sighs and gets up grabbing his sword before walking outside and to the barrow*

*a few minutes later*

Taliesin: *brushing out Wyrms hair for him* don’t mind him, he’s more trouble than he’s worth.

Wyrm: n-no he’s right… h-how am I meant to be the dragonborn if I can’t even defend my- *hiccups* self. *rubs his eyes*

Taliesin: You certainly looked like you were defending yourself when you incinerated that dragon. Don’t let him bother you, the only thing he’s got going for him is his muscles and ‘decent’ looking face.

Wyrm: *looks back at him and blinks* y-you think he’s pret-

*BOOM!!*

Taliesin: What in oblivion was that?!

Wyrm: *practically jumps into taliesins arms out of fright* an illusion spell being broken?? *shakily stands up and runs out of the room to see Kaidan stepping back into the inn picking a poison dart out of his neck and holding a now dead elfs body along with his journal*

Kaidan: Turns out the ghost was pretty alive- *grunts plucking the dart out* Oh aye, can I apologise to you now friend?

Wyrm: *staring at the dead dunmer, his mind suddenly going black as memories belonging to someone else swarm and buzz in his brain like thousands of flies bringing a plague. A plague that saw thousands of dark elves turned into mindless ghouls, bloated masses of the living dead, all of them festering in undeath as their walking corpses rotted with the corprus* …T…teacup… *staggers back as blood leaks from his nose and he passes out from shock*

Taliesin: *drops to his knees catching Wyrm in his arms* WYRM?! WYRM WAKE UP!

Kaidan: …oh shite.

*a few hours later*

Taliesin: *sitting beside Wyrms bed, cleaning his face from sweat as the small dunmer tosses and turns in his sleep, visibly uncomfortable and stuck in his own body as nightmares plague him* …

Kaidan: *walks in with their dinner* how’s he-

Taliesin: Shh.

Kaidan: …how’s he holding up?…

Taliesin: he’s not… *wipes under his nose as a bit more blood escapes* he said he’d been suffering nightmares a lot recently… but he’s been blacking out too… whatever he saw when he looked at you or… that body… it set him off…

Kaidan: *frowns looking at him then at Wyrm, watching him tremble and writhe like he’s in pain* …I’m sorry…

Taliesin: it’s not me you need to be apologising too. It’s him.

Kaidan: I know… *looks at the food quietly, not wanting to tuck in and seem insensitive* …what does teacup mean by the way?… heard him say it a lot… he said it when we first met too…

Taliesin: it’s his safe word. He says it, and I come to his aid. To protect him, to comfort him, to fight for him… to let him know I’m here.

Kaidan: …do you love him?

Taliesin: What?!

Wyrm: *whimpers a little*

Taliesin: *quickly quiets down* no, I’m just taking my role as his protector seriously. He asked me to get him home and I am… we just keep running into detours.

Kaidan: you think he’s really the dragonborn then?… that why you decided to take this path instead of going directly to winterhold?

Taliesin: as far as I’m concerned it’s most likely nord superstition, something strange did happen after he obliterated that beast… but I’ve never seen a dragon or a dragon be killed before so who am I to say what he is or not. So we’ll go up this mountain and see what these old men want.

Kaidan: *holds out his plate to him* alright, never thought I’d make the pilgrimage to high hrothgar myself but, there’s a first time for everything.

Taliesin: *takes his food from him and sets it aside as he turns his attention back to Wyrm* hopefully… he’ll be alright to make the climb when he wakes…

Kaidan: …hopefully he’ll accept my apology too.

———

???: lord seht please! Please help us!

???: my son! My son is sick my lord please!

???: my wife! Her eyes! Her face! It took her face!

???: it’s the mountain! It’s coming from the mountain my lord!

???: it hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It H̵̙͚̃̕ũ̴͓̃ͅr̶̪̞̄͛t̵̘̯͘͝ş̸̣̀ ̵̜̥͑͝h̴̲̊u̷̖̔̈r̵̜͛͘t̶͛̏͜s̴̛̲̙ ̶̡̛̉h̷̜̀̿u̸̘͂r̵̫̋͗t̵̗̬͛s̸̺̜͌͌ ̶̡͓͒͗h̷̫̎ṷ̸͗̆r̷̘̮̉t̴̛͉̔s̶͍͛ ̶̧̲͝h̶̏͜u̵̳̣͗̎r̷͕̬͂͊t̶̖̒s̷̼̈́̃ ̷͖͎͊h̸́͂͜ṷ̷̯̇r̸̦̂t̵̰̲̿š̵̨̯ ̸̡̉̃ḥ̷͑ủ̴̦̇r̷̻̃̌ṭ̵̘̐͋s̷̪̙͛ ̸̜̅͛h̷̬̓͗ủ̶͚r̶̖̦͑̂t̴͎̾s̸̛̗ẖ̴͕̀̓u̸͓̦͑͝r̸̠̱͠ṯ̷͆͝s̶̪̔͘h̶͈̻͆̒ù̷̡͇͂r̴̜͘t̸͉͖͆̏s̷͔̖̎̋h̸̡̫͊u̸̢̙͛r̶͓̤̔ṱ̶͑s̷͍̍̆h̸̥̲̏u̵͈̖̓̋r̵̩̝̈́͝ẗ̵̫ș̴̪̑͝ḩ̷͌ͅu̸͚͒r̸͖̮̊t̸̳̉̄s̸̤̞̎h̷͓̆ů̶̼r̶̠̞̈́̈́t̶̺̉̌s̴͈̗͠h̶̢̝͂͝u̸̿ͅŕ̵̻̦t̵̮͊s̵̝̚̚͜h̸̫̦̓̀ų̵̫͝r̷̳͕̐̆t̶͇̖̊s̸̡̼̈́͘h̴̬͚̀u̵̫̗͠r̸̜͑t̷̯͙́s̸̲͑̓ḩ̷͓̏ṵ̷̫͝r̸̻̝̈̀t̸̝̆̅s̴̨͖̑

…

Wyrm: *trembling as he looks around the space before him, only to see a mass of wires connecting to him in an empty chamber, his limbs replaced with metal and his flesh rotting* wh- what? Where- am I- *blinks again and nearly screams as the bloodied skinned face of indoril nerevar appears inches from his own*

“Wake. Up.”

Wyrm: *jolts awake and immediately screams and panics as he’s suddenly grabbed by two gentle gloved hands* LET ME GO! LET ME GO! HELP ME!

Taliesin: *easily keeping him restrained with a gentle hold* Wyrm, it’s me Wyrm! Come back to me…

Wyrm: *blinks and looks around frantically, vision splotchy with white flashes and the memory of nerevars face* Wh-what? I? *shivers feeling a cold breeze brush against him before finally resting his eyes up on taliesins concerned face, the moon reflecting in his eyes… they were outside* what h-happened?…

Taliesin: You were having a nightmare then you started sleep walking… *gently strokes his cheek drying his tears*

Wyrm: I?… I did? I?… *shivers at his touch and the night air blowing through his thin night shirt and trousers* …teacup… p-please?…

Taliesin: *removes his robe and places it around the smaller elf as he lifts him up and takes him back to the inn* shhh, it’s okay, it was just a bad dream. It can’t hurt you.

Wyrm: *hugs onto him trembling* b-but what if I hurt somebody instead?…

*the next day and an extremely long climb later*

Wyrm: *walking from high hrothgar* th-thank you for teaching me Mr Arngeir.

Arngeir: Don’t mention it dragonborn. It is our duty as the greybeards to teach you. But are you sure you wish to leave just yet? It’s very late. There is always beds available in high hrothgar.

Wyrm: oh I w-wouldn’t want to impose- *pauses looking at the steps to see Kaidan & Taliesin practically crawling to the steps, groaning and whining*

Kaidan: just- push me down it I’ll try and steer*

Taliesin: my legs- I can’t feel my legs-

Wyrm: a-actually yes I think we’ll take you up on that offer. G-guys? We’re staying the night!

Kaidan & Taliesin: *both collapse onto each other with a relieved sigh* ughh!

*meanwhile*

Ancano: *skulking about the collage writing his report, nose fixed back into place but now very bruised after being broken by Urag*

???: Out of the way out of the way!

Ancano: …Hm? *looks back in time to see Tolfdir and Enthir running back into the collage, both carrying Urag on a stretcher, the old orc freezing and suffering from hypothermia after getting lost in the blizzard trying to find his son* …Hm. *walks off with a sly smirk on his face, hoping Urag passes away and leaves Wyrm vunerable for him to steal away back to the isles* what, a, pity.

#kaidan skyrim #skyrim taliesin #urag gro shub #ancano #wyrm dragonborn #dunmer dragonborn #sotha sil #Nerevar

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artist-emerald · 4 months

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Bluey: New Beginnings

This is a short, one-shot fanfic I wrote after watching all of the current Bluey. I had been holding off on posting it for proof reading from others, but I want it posted before I switch over to the new year.

Hope anyone who reads this enjoys!

This is the story about a very particular family of dogs, living amongst many others in the country of Australia, and the start of a new and exciting chapter in their lives. This family was known as the Heelers, and it consisted of the father, Bandit, the mother, Chilli, the older daughter, Bluey, and the youngest daughter, Bingo.

One summer evening, the family had plans to spend an evening with other relatives at a fancy restaurant, a dinner they had been planning for weeks. “Come on kids,” Chilli said, “we don’t want to be late for our reservation!” Chilli and Bandit waited by the front door for their rambunctious daughters to come downstairs from their room. “Coming!” the children exclaimed as they quickly made their ways down the steps.

“Which restaurant are we going to again?” asked Bluey. “The nice one that has the fancy crayons you kids like.” Replied Bandit, ushering the kids out the front door. “And who’s going to be there again?” inquired Bingo, slowly skipping her way to the car. “Us, Uncle Stripe, Aunt Trixie, your cousins, and Aunt Brandy. It’s been a long time since we all had dinner, especially with Brandy.” Chilli explained in a rushed tone. “Which means you two can have fun, but not too much fun. We need you to be on your best behavior. Got it?” Bandit stated. “We promise!” the girls exclaimed.

The family got in their car and drove out towards the restaurant, and as they did, the family noticed a moving van parked in the driveway of the house just at the end of their street. Making them all a bit curious. “Ooh look, someone’s moving into that house. Does that mean we’re getting new neighbors?" Bluey asked excitedly. “It does indeed. To be honest, I hadn’t realized the previous owners moved out.” Replied Bandit. “I hope they’re friendly.” Bingo said as she watched the moving van leave her view.

The drive to the eatery wasn’t long, but the trip felt even shorter as the girls sang a little song, and the parents talked about what they were planning on ordering. Once they arrived, they struggled for a moment finding a place to park their car, but were lucky enough to snag one as another car was leaving. They all got out and met with Aunt Brandy, who was waiting outside the front door for them.

“Hi Brandy! Oh, it’s so good to see you!” Chilli said as she gave her sister a big hug. “It’s good to see you too, Chili.” Brandy said as she returned her sister’s hug. “Bandit, glad to see you’re no longer eaten by a cheetah.” Brandy said jokingly as she hugged the blue Heeler. “And how are my nieces doing?” Brandy asked as she knelt to hug the two young dogs. “We promised to be on our best behavior tonight.” Bluey said, changing her voice to a mockingly fancy tone. “We will be making only the prettiest of crayon drawings.” Bingo said, mimicking her sister.

“You haven’t seen Stripe or Trix yet, have you?” Chilli asked as she looked around for the other Heelers. “I haven’t, sorry.” Brandy replied. “I’m sure they’ll be here shortly. I say we get in and grab our table before someone knicks it.” Bandit said as he opened the door to the restaurant. They all went in and were shown to their table, passing by large potted plants and a big aquarium filled with all sorts of marine life. The children were stricken with awe at the sight of it all, showered upon by the atmosphere lit up by golden chandeliers.

The family was seated in a large table just enough in view of the front door, which was perfect so they could keep an eye on the remaining party members. Shortly after, however, Chilli got a text on her phone. “Oh no! Trix just texted me, Muffin and Socks got sick so they can’t make it.” Chilli explained in a sad tone. “Are they going to be alright?” Bluey asked, concerned for her cousins. “Yeah, they’re going to be okay. Probably ate something they shouldn’t have at lunch.” Chilli said as she put her phone away, “I guess we’ll have to eat without them.”

Bingo felt sorry for her cousins, unable to draw with the fancy crayons and eat the yummy food. But something caught her attention as she heard an unfamiliar voice at the entrance, with an unfamiliar accent.

“Good evening. I’d like a table for me and my son here.” The voice came from a tall white dog wearing dark sunglasses. He had to be the tallest dog Bingo has ever seen in her life, and in his arms was a little dog with a cream-colored fur who looked to be only slightly older than her. “I’m sorry sir, but we haven’t gotten any tables left.” Said the reservations attendant. “Really? Nuts, that’s a shame!” said the dog as he looked at his son, “Sorry champ, looks like we’ll have to find another place to eat dinner tonight.”

The young dog’s ears drooped, “Okay daddy.” Bingo felt sad that they couldn’t eat at the fancy restaurant, but then she got an idea. “Dad, can they come eat with us? They have nowhere to sit, but we have spots for them because Uncle Strip and them can’t come!” Bingo said, pointing at the pair up front. “I’m not so sure, Bingo, we don’t even know them.” Bandit said scratching his neck. “Oh, why not? Maybe he’ll help with the bill?” Brandy protested, not taking her eyes off the father and his son. “Alright, alright. Bluey, you’re small and fast, go tell them they can come eat with us.” Bandit instructed. “Okay dad!” Bluey said as she hopped from her seat and made her way to the front door. “Excuse me, sir? More people were supposed to show up for dinner but couldn’t come. Would you like to eat with us?” Bluey asked, stopping the dog before he walked out. “Really? We would be very grateful, thank you!” the dog said excitedly, tail wagging.

Bluey nodded as she led the two to their table, the tall white dog sitting next Aunt Brandy, and his son next to him. “Hello everyone, thank you so much for letting us join you, I honestly don’t mean to intrude.” The dog said. “My name is Leo Wolfgang, and this is my son, Wasabi.” Leo said happily as he gestured towards his son. “Hello.” Wasabi said, giving everyone a little wave. “No worries, mate. I’m Bandit, this is my wife Chilli, her sister Brandy, and our daughters, Bluey and Bingo. Where are you two from?” Bandit reached out to shake hands with Leo which he gladly returned.

“We’re from the United States. Just got in today actually.” Leo said. “Is everyone from the United States as tall as you?” Bluey asked, very interested in meeting someone from another country. "Oh, you noticed that huh? Not a lot of dogs are tall like me. I’m only tall because I’m a wolfdog, part wolf and part husky to be exact.” Leo explained. Bluey and Bingo’s eyes lit up with excitement, “Wolfdog!?”

Chilli and Bandit looked at each other with concern because they knew that their kids were going to have tons of questions. “Now girls, before you start asking all the questions, I’m sure you both have, we should order our food.” Chilli said sternly. After the group ordered their food and drinks, Bluey and Bingo began asking their questions while they colored away on their provided pages.

“So, what’s it like being a wolfdog?” Bluey asked. “It’s not that different from being an ordinary dog, I’m just big.” Leo replied as he took off his large sunglass, revealing a large pair of pink-colored eyes.

“Ooh, you have such pretty pink eyes!” Bingo exclaimed. “Oh my, you’re albino?” Brandy asked suddenly. “Huh? What’s that?” Bluey asked with confusion. “It’s a medical condition that affects my body and takes out all the color of my skin, fur, and eyes. It also makes me sensitive to sunlight, so I wear special sunglasses and use special sunblock.”

“My, my, Mr. Wolfgang, you sure are quite the interesting character,” Brandy said, “but, then how did you have Wasabi?” Bluey and Bingo were once again puzzled, “what does she mean Mr. Wolfgang?” Bingo asked. “Oh, I-I didn’t mean to-“ Brandy started as she realized what she had said, but Leo gave her a look of reassurance. “No need to worry, that’s perfectly fine. You see kids, a lot of those affected with albinism are not able to have babies.” Leo explained calmly.

“So, you’re not a wolfdog, Wasabi?” Bluey asked the young dog, who was very focused on drawing a picture of a lizard. “Huh? Oh, no. I’m a Samoyed, and my daddy adopted me!” Wasabi said with a smile before going back to his drawing. Chilli, Bandit, and Brandy’s eyes grew sympathetic towards the child. Brandy even found herself clutching her hand over her heart. Leo went on to lighten the mood as everyone enjoyed their meals.

“Which of your parents is a wolf?” Bingo asked, wanting to learn more about Mr. Wolfgang. “My dad’s a wolf, and my mom’s a Husky.” Leo responded. “Do you have an siblings?” Bluey asked. “No, I don’t have any, but I do have lots of cousins.” Leo said, emphasizing on the amount. He told them all about the different sites in America, as well as animals and food. Wasabi talked to the children about the games he plays and how he learns everything at home. Occasionally, Brandy would catch Wasabi staring at her, and each time she looked at him, he would give her a big smile. When his dad asked him why he keeps staring at her, Wasabi simply replied, “because I think she’s pretty.”

“So, Leo, how long are you Wasabi here on holiday?” Bandit asked. “Holiday? Oh no, this is our new home. We just moved in!” Leo answered excitingly. The family’s ears all perked up after hearing this. “Big house at the opposite end of a one-way street?” Chilli asked. “Yeah, you know the place?” Leo responded. “Yeah, that’s our street!” Bluey exclaimed. “We’re gonna be neighbors!” Bingo celebrated. “Wow what a small world! You here that champ? The Heelers are going to be our new neighbors!” Leo said rustling Wasabi’s head. “Hooray!” Wasabi threw his hands in the air in excitement, which was then followed by a noise coming from under the table.

“Uh oh. Daddy, my leg fell off again.” Wasabi said, shaking his father’s arm. The table fell silent as they all looked at Wasabi. “Did he say his leg…fell off?” Chilli asked. “Yeah, it happens from time to time,” Leo said as he reached under the table, “here it is! Now let’s get this back on bud.” Leo held up a prosthetic leg with the same coloration as Wasabi’s fur.

“Aaah, it is a leg! His leg fell off!” Bingo exclaimed. “I was in an accident when I was a baby. I lost part of my left leg.” Wasabi said as he was stood up so that his prosthetic could be reattached. “Made it myself. That’s what I do for a living actually, I design and make prosthetic limbs for those who need them.” Leo explained, making sure Wasabi’s leg was on tight.

“Does it hurt?” Bluey asked. “No, but I do get ghost itchies sometimes.” Wasabi said as he sat back down. “What are ghost itchies?” Bingo asked. “It’s where you feel like you have an itch on somewhere you can’t scratch anymore because it isn’t there.” Bandit explained. “There was a severe car crash one night. His parents didn’t make it and his leg was so banged up they had to amputate. That’s actually where I met Wasabi, and I couldn’t stand the thought of him going through life by himself. So, I adopted him, and it was the best decision I ever made.” Leo explained quietly to the parents.

“Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom.” Wasabi said suddenly. “Oh okay. We’ll be right back.” Leo said as he got up to escort his son to the bathroom. They now noticed that Wasabi has a bit of a limp in his walk due to his prosthetic.

“I like them.” Bluey stated. “Oh yes, they are very interesting.” Bingo added. “I agree. I hope we become good family friends.” Chilli toasted. Chilli then felt a tap on her shoulder from her husband, “hey babe, look at Brandy.” Bandit whispered. Chilli turned to see that Brandy was still staring in the direction of where Leo and Wasabi went. “You doing okay, sis?” Chilli asked, nudging her sister’s shoulder. “Oh! Y-yeah, I’m alright. They sure are something huh?” Brandy said with a hint of embarrassment.

Chilli and Bandit gave each other a smug look. Time passed and everyone had finished their meals. Leo was so grateful for the Heeler’s generosity he returned the favor by paying for the entire dinner. The Heelers said goodbye to the Wolfgangs and Aunt Brandy, and as they drove away Chilli was watching through one of the mirrors that her sister and Leo were still talking. A big grin came to her face when she saw Brandy write something down on a piece of paper and give it to Leo, both of their tails wagging.

“Babe, she actually did it!” Chilli said excitedly. “Aw, did I miss it!?” Bandit said trying to catch the act in the mirror. “What did you miss?” Bluey asked suspiciously. “We think your aunt likes Mr. Wolfgang.” Chilli said in a cheeky tone. The girls looked at each other and giggled. The family enjoyed their ride back home, knowing that they’ll see their new neighbors soon.

Days turned to weeks, which then turned to months. The Heeler family had become great friends with the Wolfgangs. They introduced them to their community that they know and love, to the food that they loved to eat, and the games they liked to play. The Wolfgangs in return, introduced the Heelers to foods and games they had back in America. And of course, they all had their fun with their differences in vocabulary.

Bluey and Bingo introduced Wasabi to their cousins, Muffin and Socks. The two girls took some time getting used to Wasabi’s handicap, but in the end, they saw him as any other kid they can play with. Wasabi showed interest in wanting to go to school with other kids so he could make more friends, so his dad had him enrolled. Wasabi ended up being in Bluey’s class where she got to introduce him to all her friends.

As more time went on, the Heelers got to see more and more of Wasabi after his dad started dating Aunt Brandy. Wasabi would come over for play dates while his dad and Brandy went on real dates. The children would play their games, and sometimes talk about what the adults were doing on their romantic dates.

This would continue for several months, until one fateful day.

Bluey, Bingo, and Wasabi were all in the kitchen drawing with crayons and talking about what they want to do in the future. “I think I want to go to space when I grow up.” Bingo said and she doodled a crayon rocket ship. “I want to build robots when I grow up. The robots would take care of all the hard work so that everyone can relax and play!” Wasabi exclaimed excitedly. Bluey was about to speak when the tablet began ringing, “Oh, who could that be?” Bluey asked as she picked up the tablet to answer.

She was surprised to see it was her Aunt Brandy video calling them, “hi Aunt Brandy!” Bluey said happily as she waved to her aunt on the screen. “Hi Bluey! Where’s your mum, I need to talk to her!” Brandy sounded very excited for some reason. “Okay, let me get her…Mom, Aunt Brandy is calling for you!” Bluey shouted into the house so that her mother could hear her.

A few moments later Chilli walked into the kitchen wondering what all the fuss was about. “Hey sis, what’s up? You look like you’re about to pop.” Chilli said as she took the tablet from Bluey. “He finally did it, Leo asked me to marry him, and I said yes!” Brandy squealed in excitement as she showed her sister the engagement ring on screen. “Brandy that’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you! Any details about the wedding?” Chilli’s tail was wagging vigorously for her sister. “Nothing yet, lots to plan. Do you want to be my maid of honor?” Brandy asked. “Of course I will, I’m your sister! I would have been devastated if you hadn’t asked me.” Chilli replied, joking about the last part. “Thanks Chilli, you’re the best! We’ll be by tomorrow morning to pick up Wasabi, bye!” Brandy said before ending the video call. “Bye sis, don’t have too much fun.” Chilli said in a cheeky tone before hanging up the tablet.

Chilli turned around to find the three kids standing in front of her, eyes wide, and tails wagging, “a wedding!?” They all shouted. “You all heard that did you? It’s true, looks like Leo and Brandy are getting married. But we don’t have any details yet, so we’ll all need to be patient until they tell us.” Chilli told the excited children. “Mrs. Heeler, does that mean Brandy is going to be my new mommy?” Wasabi asked with big, hopeful eyes. Chilli couldn’t help but give him a reassuring smile as she knelt to his level. “Yes, it does, Wasabi. And do you know what else that means?” Chilli asked him. “What?” Wasabi asked back, confused. “It means you’ll be our new cousin!” Bingo said, jumping for joy. The kids then all celebrated with a momentous, “hooray!”

Plans for the wedding were underway as more time had passed. Leo and Brandy decided not to have too big of a wedding because Leo has a very extensive family. Everyone who was invited said they would be able to attend, which included: the Heelers, Stripe’s family, Nana Heeler, Grandpa Mort, Leo’s parents, and the closest of Leo’s cousins. Wasabi was made the ring bearer while Bluey, Bingo, and Muffin were all made flower girls. There was going to be a special wedding cake, a band, lots of delectable food, and it wouldn’t be a wedding without a photographer.

The wedding was planned to be late fall because Leo’s family needed to fly in from America and didn’t want any delays or nasty weather interfering with the flight. The ceremony was set to take place outside, while the reception moves into a large gallery they had reserved. After all the preparations were made, and all the fine details made to perfection, the day had arrived.

Before the ceremony, everyone had the chance to mingle and meet one another. The Heelers met Leo’s parents first, Dusty, his mother, and Timber, his father. Timber, being a full-blooded wolf, towered over the other dogs, just like his son. His fur was a dark gray, he wore an eyepatch over his left eye, and he walked with a cane. Dusty was an average sized husky with gray and white fur. She seemed to have a lot of energy for an elderly woman, and she was so excited to meet everyone.

Then there were Leo’s cousins, a group of three huskies who introduced themselves from oldest to youngest: Buckets, Bolt, and Danger. Buckets was a male, black and white husky who works at a tree farm in Alaska. Bolt was male, brown husky who’s training for the next Olympics. Lastly, Danger was a female, red husky who works in pyrotechnics. They were Leo’s closest relatives growing up, almost inseparable, and they said they wouldn’t miss this wedding for anything in the world.

Bluey and Bingo were disappointed there weren’t any other kids for them to meet, but Wasabi explained his other cousins weren’t able to come and if they did, they would have needed a much bigger party room to celebrate.

After everyone had gotten to know each other better, it was time for the ceremony. The flower girls danced around dropping colorful petals along the ground, while Wasabi followed suit behind them holding the rings. The room was filled with tension, joy, anxiety, and love as everyone watched the bride walk down the aisle towards her groom at the altar. They exchanged their vows as they gave each other their rings and sealed it all with a kiss as the bride and groom became husband and wife. There was cheering, clapping, tail wagging, and a big wolf howl from Timber.

Everyone then went into the big ball room for the reception where they had food, drinks, and plenty of music. But before things got started, Cousin Buckets had a speech prepared. “Hey everyone! Best man Buckets here! Just wanted to say a few words for the newlyweds before we get too crazy. I wanted to say how happy I am for Leo and his new wife, Brandy. I’m glad I got to be here and witness these families coming together, and I know everyone else back home would have loved to be here too. They do send their best wishes though! Growing up, we knew Leo was different, and we respected him and loved him. I see him more like a brother to me than a cousin. I’m glad he found someone to love and share his life with. Cheers!” Buckets said as he raised a toast, to which everyone raised a glass in response.

Before he sat down, Buckets saw Wasabi tugging at his sleeve. “What’s up champ?” Buckets asked as he knelt. Wasabi whispered into Buckets’ ear, gripping a folded piece of paper. “You got it, bud!” Buckets picked up Wasabi and tapped on the microphone to get everyone’s attention. “Excuse me everyone, I know we’re all hungry, but Wasabi here says he wrote his own speech for this occasion.”

Leo and Brandy looked at each other excitedly, wondering what the little Samoyed was going to say. “Thank you everyone for being here. I would like to thank my new Uncle Bandit for helping me write this speech. When I met Miss Brandy and her family at the restaurant, I thought she was the prettiest lady I had ever seen. Whenever she looked at me, I couldn’t help but smile, and whenever she smiled, my tail would wag with happiness. Sometimes I could tell that my dad was sad because he didn’t have a wife, or that I didn’t have a mom. But now, my daddy is very happy because he has a wife, and not only does he have a new wife, but I have a new mommy!” After hearing the speech Brandy got up from her seat and ran over to the little boy and hugged him tightly as happy tears ran down her face. The crowd applauded Wasabi’s speech and affection for his parents. “I love you, my little champion, and I’m going to love you forever.” Brandy whispered to her new son, and she kissed his head as she held him tight.

The reception went on naturally; with food, drinks, dancing, and plenty of photographs. After the hours flew, and the liveliness calmed down, Leo, Brandy, and Wasabi all went home as a family for the first time. Where they would live happily forever, and ever.

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Chapter Four: Never Touch What Isn’t Yours | Series: Lesson Learned

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40653303

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Series Warnings (in no particular order): Porn with Plot, Dark!Din Djarin, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Extremely Dubious Consent, Hate Sex, Master/Slave Relationship, Knife Play (Minor Cuts/Blood), BDSM, Rough Sex, Genuine Fear, Sexual Coercion, Power Play, Degradation, Face Slapping, Spanking, Choking, Gagging, Enemies to Lovers, Possessive Behavior, Spit, Forced Orgasms, Hair Pulling, Multiple Orgasms, Threats of Violence, References to Death/Suicide, Stockholm Syndrome, Emotional Manipulation, Book of Boba Fett Spoilers

Chapter Summary: The Mandalorian doesn't understand what kind of game you're trying to play. It's obvious you have feelings for him but why do you hesitate on admitting them? That won't matter in the long run. He'll get you to confess, one way or another.

Word Count: 12.5k+

***This chapter is part of my Lesson Learned series, if you haven’t read the other chapters, go to the series masterlist: here!***

A/N: As always, please read ALL of the specific warnings for this chapter before proceeding: ptsd, fluff/comfort (lol the fact that this is a warning for this story I cannot–), mentions of slavery, implied/referenced physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence, threats of sexual violence/attempted sexual assault (someone's getting murdered for this!), blood (so much blood!), body mutilation, references to torture, semi-public sex, degrading insults, misogyny, morally questionable actions, LOTS of angst & feelings!

Please read with caution (mind all the warnings!) because this chapter is one hell of a rollercoaster ride ~ ♡

The bruises on your neck never heal. Why? Because the moment they do, the Mandalorian finds another reason to strangle you and then they're back.

You never thought you'd mind the way you looked with splotches of sensitive skin decorating the rim of your metal collar but…you can't help wondering how much more he's going to strip away from your identity.

You long to be free again, but this collar binds you to him.

You're a slave now.

You have been but it didn't sink in until he asked you to tag along on a job with him. There's a bounty he needs to kill, the head of a slave trafficking operation. In order to get in, the Mandalorian needs an escort and since you're actually his slave, you're stuck fulfilling that duty.

It makes you uncomfortable, knowing that there will be other slaves there who are in similar positions as you. Or worse, much worse.

The thought has been weighing you down and Din sees your visible discomfort, commenting, "you're never this tense."

You chew on your lip for a moment before answering, "there will be others there."

"Yes, and?" He acts as if that's nothing to even think about. Must be easy for him to ignore such struggles, but you can't.

You made an oath a long time ago. Only rob those who have more than they need. That means you've encountered a lot of slave Masters. You've also picked the locks for a good handful of slaves, helping them get their freedom. You've heard the stories of the horrible treatment they've endured and you aren't ready to hear more…

"Nevermind, I'm sorry." You try to calm yourself down. "I'll behave."

You clutch your collar for a moment, feeling the bruises. You shouldn't say it, since it's not all that great of a praise, but you're thankful that Din doesn't actually inflict any forms of harsh pain. He threatens to, but he never follows through. A part of you believes he doesn't want to hurt you that badly. You can handle some choking and slapping, even some nicks from his knife, but not the kinds of torture you've seen some slaves endure or the brutal beatings you've experienced because of the bandits.

"We have to go now." Din elects not to say much else to you, gesturing for you to follow him.

After a long ride in the N-1, you both land on Daiyu. You've only ever been here once. You hitched a ride in a cargo ship and stayed there for a week before stowing away in another ship to get back to Tatooine. You were following some big money at the time. You rarely do that but you try to pick easy pockets to sneak your hands into and people with too much tend not to notice when things go missing.

You're prepared to be thrown right into the ring but the Mandalorian drags you into a hotel instead. It's actually quite nice, which surprises you. Though, you'll have to get used to breathing in the artificial air after living in the forest for quite some time. That, and the sleek black metallic details and the red lighting.

It's a bit…much? You're so used to the cave that seeing such a high tech space is jarring. You've never been one for the "city life" since you're mainly a desert dweller.

"Do you not like it?" The helmet shifts in your direction.

"Are we staying here?" You don't actually know if he has booked a room here or if you both are just passing through the lobby.

"Answer me first." He waits for you to respond.

"I don't mind it." You hope that's a good reply.

That's enough for him to grab the key to the room you're staying in, which of course has to be with the Mandalorian. There's no way he'd booked two rooms. You hold in a sigh, rubbing the itchy turtleneck you're wearing to cover up your slave collar.

Let's just say, Din is not all that great at picking clothes, but you can't really say anything. You're too tired to fight with him today.

The last few days have been…bad. Not because of him, but because you've been waking up frequently in your sleep. You keep having nightmares about your time back with those bandits. It got to the point where you can't sleep in his arms because you're constantly keeping him up and you'd rather not deal with an irritable madman on low sleep, so you've been huddling against the cave wall.

You can't really do that in a hotel bed, but you'll have to make due. Hopefully you won't have a nightmare tonight. You don't even know what's triggering it, though it might be because he told you about this job a week ago. It makes sense for those two things to correlate.

Once you're both in the room, Din sets your bags down in the closet and then immediately grabs you, dragging you to the bed. You don't have the energy to resist so you let him pull you onto his lap the moment he sits down.

"Tell me what's wrong." He's demanding like always.

"It's nothing." You don't want to talk about it. "I'm just tired, that's all."

"You haven't been sleeping." He notes the obvious.

"Yeah." You don't know why but you lean in, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling the cold beskar against your cheek. "It's been hard to sleep."

"Why?" He wants to know about the nightmares. You haven't talked about them. You really don't want to.

"Is it okay if I don't answer?" You wrap your arms under his, wanting to hug him for a moment, needing that comfort you shouldn't want. "I don't want to relive it."

"Is it about the bandits?" He reads you like a book and you nod. "They can't hurt you anymore. I killed them all."

"It's not them I'm afraid of." You finally let out that sigh you've been keeping in. "I'm afraid of people like them. Other people who could hurt me like that."

"No one will ever hurt you like that again." He tells you firmly. "No one will ever touch even the smallest hair on your body and live. I'll kill them if they do. I'll kill anyone who scares you."

"Why?" You ask him, genuinely wondering. "Why would you want to protect me, the person you hate the most?"

"Because you're mine to hate." He states the facts, "you're my thief. I'm the only one allowed to touch you, to fuck you, to do anything I want with you. No one else, just me."

"Promise?" You lift your head from his shoulder to look at him right where his eyes should be in the helmet.

"I promise." His gloved hand rests on your face and you lean into his touch.

"Then I don't mind being yours, at least for now." You say with a light smile.

"You'll always be mine." Din doesn't let you wriggle your way out of his reach and you laugh.

"Just enjoy me giving you a break. I'm not being a brat but I definitely still can be." You smirk.

"Bad girl." He shakes his head. "Why not strive to be good for your Master?"

You shrug. "Being good is boring. I have to keep you on your toes somehow."

He lets out a small chuckle. "You do bother me relentlessly."

"It's my job." You flash him a toothy grin and he groans in annoyance.

"But you're on a break from that, right?" He's seeking verification.

"Until you give me a reason to be bratty, I'll behave." You go back to hugging him, feeling a little better than before.

In a fluid motion, Din lifts you into his arms, his hands cupping your ass as your legs wrap around his waist. He carries you over to where the bathroom is and there's a hot bath already drawn, waiting for the two of you. He helps you to your feet so he can pull off his armor plates, setting them aside.

Then, Din walks up to you and takes off your collar. You're so shocked you can't feel it around your neck anymore, the turtleneck now scratching at the exposed skin.

"Wait, but why–"

You can't ask a thing when his lips land on yours the moment he has the helmet off. His kisses are just as shocking with how gentle and slow they are. He holds you securely as you both kiss for a moment and you can feel your heart start to race.

Why don't you ever fight back when he's kind to you? You shouldn't allow yourself the luxury of this other side of Din but it's just too fucking hard to resist. He always times it for when you're feeling down and vulnerable…

Once he lets you breathe, he says against your lips, "don't ask questions. Let's just pretend to be two normal people sharing a hotel room together for tonight. Okay?"

Two normal people? You and Din are the furthest thing from normal. A Master and his slave. A Mandalorian and his thief. There's nothing normal about the two of you and yet…you wouldn't mind pretending for a little.

Oh no, this–this is going to break you, but you can't say no. You can't because you want this too.

So, you answer, "okay."

"Come here." He pulls you in close to him. "Let me see that beautiful face of yours."

"Din, are you–"

He cuts you off before you can ask are you being serious. "Don't make me put the collar back on. I really don't want to right now, so listen to me when I say don't ask questions."

You nod, saying instead of asking, "I want to touch you too."

"Then touch me." He gives you full reign so you reach forward, tugging at his shirt until you can pull it off over his head.

You run your hands along his skin, touching every curve of his body. You don't ever touch him this much. You just felt like doing it tonight, if you both are pretending to be normal.

"I want to keep doing this but in the bath." You tell him and he nods.

You both strip down completely and he takes your hand, guiding you into the bath with him. You find your way onto his lap, feeling relaxed from the warm water surrounding the two of you. You cup his face in your hands, playing with his stubble beneath your thumbs.

"I really like your face." You admit to him.

"What do you like about it?" He asks and you chuckle.

"No questions, Din." You pinch his cheeks and he glares at you.

"That doesn't apply to me." He tries to argue but you roll your eyes at him.

"You're not my Master tonight. We're just two normal people. Equal footing means equal treatment." You pull him up towards you, kissing him on the forehead. "Now be a good boy and don't disappoint me."

"You are never saying that to me again." He grabs you by the hips, dragging you more onto his lap, letting you feel his cock harden beneath you.

"Aww, I knew you liked being a bad boy better." You tease him because you can, giggling at his deadly stare.

"I'm this close to ending our normalcy. You're being more of a brat now than ever." He threatens and you can't help but smile.

"You're cute when you're angry." You nudge his nose with your own before batting your eyelashes at him all innocently.

"I'm always angry." He leans forward to bite your bottom lip, dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin before releasing. You can feel it swelling up already.

"You must like being cute then." You move your hands back to touch his bare chest, gliding upwards along his collarbone and then downwards to feel his strong arms.

"You're cute like this." His words make your heart skip a beat all of a sudden. "You seem relaxed."

"I am." You surprise yourself by saying that because it's true.

You are oddly at peace right now with Din. Maybe it's because you know it's pretend, so you won't carry any of the weight of his words or actions with you when you wake up.

It's nice to pretend every now and then.

"I want you to be relaxed all the time." He's just saying things, he doesn't mean that.

At least, that's what you have to tell yourself. There's no way he actually means that…

"I like it when you're relaxed too." If he's just saying things, then why can't you?

"I would be more relaxed if you didn't fight me so much." Din smiles lightly as he goes, "but you love to fight me."

"I do, it's my favorite pastime." You share his smile, liking the way he looks when he's happy.

Is he happy? You can't ask, but you can feel, so you lean in and kiss him. He smiles against your lips before kissing you back and your heart soars. It really does feel like you're in a normal relationship with Din.

That's a frightening thought to have when this is all make-believe…

"You're holding back." He catches you red-handed.

"A little." Your hands find their way into his hair, looking at the curls as they settle between your fingers.

"Don't, please." You're taken back by his plea. "I don't want you to. Not tonight. Not while we're just being normal. You can hate me tomorrow, but give me all of you tonight."

"Din…" His name trails off your lips.

You can't think of the right words to say right now. You want to ask so many questions which is probably why he put that as the one condition for tonight.

"Be mine tonight." He brings your face closer to his, pressing his forehead against yours. "I want to know what it feels like to have you all to myself."

Are you going to regret this? Of course you are.

Are you going to do it anyways? Fuck it, you don't have anything else to lose.

"Only if you're mine too." You lay out your conditions. "I'll give you all of me if you give me the same. Equals, just for tonight, in every way possible."

"I won't hold back then." He breathes out, his hot breath tickling your lips.

"You better not." You chuckle happily. It's nice to tease him without expecting some kind of punishment in response.

"I'm sorry." Din's apology grabs your attention. "It must hurt. I should've been more careful."

You don't know what he's referring to until his hand goes up to graze the bruises on your neck. Is he really sorry for hurting you? It's not like it hurts all that badly. You're kind of used to it by now.

"You will be more careful." You decide to answer a bit more hopeful. "If that's what you truly want."

"I would never hurt you like they did." He traces down your skin, moving along all the scars that remind you of what happened with the bandits. "You're too pretty to mark up so harshly."

"I was prettier before." You joke but he shakes his head at you.

"You were pretty then and you're pretty now. Nothing changed. I could stare at you all day, just like this." He sounds so genuine, it chills you to the bone.

You're suffocating under all his affection, wishing this was real. You have to keep reminding yourself that it's only for tonight.

"You should." You give into your desires and stop holding back, speaking your mind. "I wouldn't mind staring at you all day. You're a very handsome man, Din."

"I'm glad you think so." There's the softest smile on his face when he says that and you want to believe that it's real.

You want to smother him in affection so you can see that smile again. "I really do. I like being close to you so I can see your features clearly. I like them all, especially your stubble."

"Tell me more." He brings your hands up to hold his face, keeping his hands on yours.

"I like the way it looks, all uneven and rough. I like the way it scratches my face when we kiss. I like the way it brushes along my skin when you kiss my body. I like the way it tickles my thighs when you're between my legs. I just like it a lot." You take a moment to kiss along his jaw, feeling his beard against your lips, admiring it in your own subtle way.

"I like making you feel good." He breaks away from your touch for a moment to place kisses along the bruises on your neck. "I like making you feel better when you aren't feeling good."

If that's true, then you have a desperate need to ask him if that's why he's doing this tonight. Was he worried about you this last week so he booked a hotel room just to comfort you? He didn't need to do this. You assumed you and him would be here for the job and then go right back to Ossus.

Din sure does enjoy surprising you, even when you know it's all pretend.

"You make me feel so good that it scares me sometimes." You sigh in pleasure at the feeling of his lips against your skin, his beard tickling you as it always does, that smile of his present because of your words.

"There's nothing to be scared of tonight." He keeps kissing you as he speaks warm words to you, "you're safe here with me. I won't hurt you. I want you to enjoy yourself so don't be afraid to give into it tonight."

Your hands rest in his hair as he takes a moment to admire your breasts. You tug on his curls when his mouth takes hold of one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around it. There's an undeniable need to grind against him so you do, rubbing up against his hard cock. The bath water swishes around with your movements and you like the way it sounds mixed with your raspy moans.

"Fuck," he curses against your collarbone, "I just want to bury myself inside of you right now."

"Not until we're in bed." You want to enjoy this soothing soak for a little longer.

"Please sit on my cock. I just want to feel closer to you." Din grabs your hips, lifting you up slightly to guide himself to your entrance, but he doesn't force himself into you. He leaves it up to you to do what you want.

It takes you a moment to debate but then you throw your worries out the window and slide down his length, gasping as you slowly fill yourself up with him. You grip onto his shoulders for leverage until you're sitting back on his lap. You shiver from how deep he feels inside of you.

"Perfect." He breathes out a long sigh and for once, you're staring at him and he isn't staring back with eyes filled with rage or hate.

Din looks…blissful. You have to touch his face because you don't believe the look he's making is real but when you can feel him grin against your palm, you go, "I wish you looked like this all the time."

"Me too." He moves his hand to cup your face, mimicking your actions as his thumb brushes lightly along your cheek. "I wish things were different."

He doesn't mean that. Don't fool yourself. Don't trust him. Don't.

You've been burned before. This is just another game that you're playing with him. You can't let him win.

Not even when you're desperate to lose yourself in him right now.

"I would still hate you." You whisper, not because you want to, but because you have to remind him and yourself.

Din's lips curve into a half smile and you can almost hear the guilt as he goes, "I would deserve it for what I've done to you."

Before you can think much about his words, he slips his hand beneath the water to rest his fingertips at your clit. He rubs lazy little circles that force you to bite your palm so you don't unravel too quickly. He really is good at distracting you at just the right times.

"Come, my pretty little thief." He tells you. "I want you to feel good."

"We're supposed to be having a bath." You mutter into your hand and he chuckles.

"Doesn't mean I can't give you pleasure right now too." He uses his free hand to pull your hand away from your face. "Don't hide from me. I want to look at you and hear your voice."

"I'm going to come, Din." You say to warn him and yourself. "It's–"

"That's it, let go, I've got you." He holds your hand in his as your orgasm consumes you, his fingers rubbing you just enough to bring you right over the edge.

Every breath you take is drawn out and you're dizzy from the heat of the bath but it makes everything feel so much better. You're tingling all over, tightening around his cock, wanting to move so you can feel more of him.

"You came very well. Good girl." He finishes his praise with a kiss on your cheek and the heat rises in your body even more to match your racing heart.

"I want…" You need to catch your breath before you can say, "I want to make you feel good. Let's get out now, please."

"You don't have to." He seems wary that you even want to, like he's afraid of his own pleasure.

"Please let me." You bring his face close to yours, pressing light kisses all over. "I really want to."

"Okay, just don't force yourself to do anything for me." He states his conditions and you nod in response, smiling.

"I promise I won't bite." You smirk and he rolls his eyes at you.

"You'll choke on my cock before I'd ever let you bite it." He smirks back and you laugh.

"I look forward to it." You give him a quick peck before getting up, biting back a whimper when you pull off of him completely. That's a feeling that's hard to get used to. The emptiness.

You both dry off and then you take his hand, but you don't take him to bed. You drag him over to a rather fancy looking chair beside a window that overlooks the city. He looks surprised when you shove him into the chair and get down on your knees in front of him, spreading his legs so you can get a nice view of his cock from this angle.

Your eyes gaze up and he's stunning in this artificial light. You opted to keep the lights mostly off, letting the outside world illuminate you and him. Flashes of bright red, blue, yellow from the streets below fill the dark room.

Since the chair is beside the window, you get to see every curve highlighted on his body. You love how subtly muscular he is but he still has a softness to him that reminds you that he's human just like anyone else.

"I've always wanted to do this." You speak your truth, your fingers tracing along the length of his cock. "I like this view a lot."

"It can't be better than my view." He says as he looks down at you, his hand brushing the hair away from your face. "So beautiful."

"Enjoy yourself, Din." You want him to stay true to his words. "Don't hold back, not tonight."

"I won't, so make me feel good." He urges for you to continue and you do so happily.

After you've enjoyed touching him with your fingers, you move your hands to caress his legs as your tongue takes over. You've always wanted to taste him. Why? You have no idea. Maybe because you've never done it, which is shocking in and of itself honestly.

Though, you think it's because he was certain you'd bite it off if you had the chance. Would you have? Definitely a possibility if he was being a real ass that day…

However, you want to see him unravel at your will tonight. Din has spent more than enough time figuring out what makes you come like crazy. You want to even the playing field and find what makes him go wild.

So, you take the time to diligently explore every inch of his cock with your tongue. You want him to get impatient. You want him to want you, which is why you meet his eyes the moment your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, sucking lightly.

"I'm going to fuck your face if you keep stalling like this." His words come out all airy. You can see how tight his body has gotten. He looks incredible like this.

"I thought you wanted me to enjoy myself." You pout at him. "I've never gotten to go down on you before…"

"Fine." He grunts, leaning back against the chair, giving you a better view of his body. "Do whatever you want."

You beam, a happy smile curving on your face. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me now. Thank me later when I go down on you in return."

Now, you have something to look forward to. But, you've got something more important to pay attention to at the moment.

You lick your lips, making sure he's watching when you finally sink your mouth onto his cock, taking him as far down as you can. His hand grips your hair tighter in response. You try not to gag when he hits the back of your throat but fuck, he's huge. It's going to take you a while to adjust.

You could say the same for him because he's breathing heavier now while he guides you gently with his voice, "you can do it. Don't force it. Go slow."

With a nod, you pull off him a bit before going back, fitting more of him down your throat this time. You repeat the process, sucking and licking along the way, and when you sneak a peek at him, he looks proud.

"Good girl. Keep going." He's letting out short huffs and it's so incredible to hear him breathless for once.

When you finally fit him completely down your throat, you hum, elated that you did it. He throbs in your mouth so you know he liked your little moment of joy.

"You look way too good on your knees like this in front of me." Din pulls you off of him by the hair, watching as you make a pop sound when your mouth moves away. "I want to burn this image into my mind."

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it." You give him the control you know he desires.

"Let me fuck your face until you're crying those tears I love so much." He's very upfront about it.

"Okay." You squeeze the hand he has in your hair. "Take over and use me for your pleasure, Din."

There's a moment where he just stares down at you, like he's reading your expression to see if you're being serious. You nod lightly to urge him to go ahead so he does. He forces your mouth down onto his cock, stuffing himself deep down your throat. You gag and the tears are building in your eyes uncontrollably.

Din lifts his hips just enough to start thrusting into your mouth, hitting the very back of your throat. It burns but you suffer through it, blinking away the tears that are streaming down your face.

"So fucking beautiful." He loves the sight of you like this. "Taking my cock so well, so deep in that pretty mouth."

You have to swallow the saliva that's building up and he groans when you do, feeling the tightness in your throat around his cock.

"Swallow just like that when I come." He instructs and you nod. "Don't waste a single drop."

It doesn't take him long after that. It's so hot, his release. It spills into your mouth all of a sudden and you almost don't swallow it all fast enough, some of it dripping out of your mouth. Din pulls you off of him to let you breathe so you can lick up the rest of it with your tongue, matching your heavy breaths with his own.

"Clean me up." He drags you back towards him and you take your time, swirling your tongue around his cock, tasting every bit of him. "What a good girl, making me come so much like that."

You lay your head on his lap and he pats your hair down neatly after having such a tight hold on it earlier. You like the feeling of his hand on your head. It's always so gentle and comforting.

After a few minutes of just idling like this, he goes, "let's go to bed."

Din helps you to your feet and then picks you up, making you chuckle as he carries you to bed. It feels almost romantic in a way. Your heart hasn't stopped beating like crazy and you know it's not going to end anytime soon.

Not when he's holding your legs open with his hands, staring down at your body. Why does he look so perfect hovering over you like this? Why do you like having him there?

"Look how wet you got from sucking my cock." He's vulgar as always, his fingers dipping into you to show you your own slick on them. Then, you watch him lick them clean, smiling. "I love the way you taste, almost as much as I love it when you come on my tongue."

"Stop stalling then or I might just have to fuck your face." You joke.

"Good idea." His words stun you as he lays down beside you, gesturing for you to climb on top of him. "Get up here and sit on my face."

"Din–" You can't protest when he's grabbing you by the waist and lugging you over to him.

"Hurry up, I'm starved." He growls with the hunger apparent in his voice.

You don't know why you're feeling a bit self conscious out of nowhere but you hesitate and he notices so his fingers slowly press lightly into your lower back, massaging it.

"You don't have to." He reassures you. "We can sleep now if you want."

"It's not that…" You sigh. "I just don't want to look at myself. I'm sorry."

Din lays you back on the bed, getting on top of you again, saying, "I'm not lying when I call you beautiful."

"I know." You hope that's real. "It's just hard sometimes, that's all."

You don't mind the bruises on your neck or the faint lines on your wrists from when he ties you up but the scars you permanently have from being locked up by those bandits, those haunt you. You try not to think about them but if you're looking down at Din, you can't not see them. It's why you close your eyes when he's between your legs. It's why you're okay with him fucking you from behind, stuffing your face into a pillow.

You don't have to look at yourself in those moments and remember.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault this happened to you." It's scary that you're unsure how genuine he's being.

"I'm the one who stole your ship." You note the facts.

"I'm the one who made you want to steal it in the first place." He states the truth.

"We can play this blame game all day, but it won't solve anything." You reach up, wanting to touch him a bit, to remind yourself that he's really here. "It happened. I'll get over it."

"You don't have to." He leans down, kissing one of the scars on your stomach. "Take your time processing what happened."

"It's been months, Din." The reality of your captivity is setting in.

You've really been with him for months now…

"You were tortured for a week. It took you more than a month to recover physically from what happened. You have every right to take as much time as you need to heal." His words should give you comfort but they just make you feel weak. He must see you retreating into yourself which is why he goes, "tell me what I can do to help."

"Tell me this is real." You choke back a sob. "Tell me you're being real and this isn't another trick because if it is, I can't handle the mental games right now. I want to take a break from that, for tonight."

"This has been real. I'm real. No tricks." Din looks right into your eyes as he swears, "I won't hold anything that happens tonight over you, I promise. Tell me what you want from me and I'll do it for you."

You hide your face in your hands, unable to hold back the tears any longer. Why does your heart ache terribly right now? Why do you want so much from him if he's offering it?

Why do you want him to love you?

It's stupid, but you just feel so alone sometimes. He's there, but he isn't at the same time. You both may be connected at times but it never feels real.

If it's real tonight, then you want all of him.

So, you choose for just one night to be selfish and say, "I want you to hold me like you would if we were in love. Just so I can pretend for a night that I can be loved."

You know he can't ask any questions, which is why you have the guts to be real with your desires. You don't need to give any reasons tonight.

And he doesn't ask for any. Instead, he answers, "you can be loved."

"Please show me." You plead to him. "If you truly believe that, make it known to me."

"I will." Din declares. "I'll show you what it means to be loved by me."

You wish you didn't cry when he started kissing you, but you did. It's hard to hold in your emotions when his lips are kissing yours so softly, like you're precious to him.

"Cry as much as you need to, my pretty little thief." He presses a kiss on each of your eyes after he wipes the tears away. "I'm here for you."

There's such a comfort in that. You can't explain it. You always felt like such a burden, crying so much at times. You're easily overwhelmed, which makes sense for your current situation, but it's still difficult to work through.

It's okay to feel tonight, so you let it all out. You allow yourself the freedom to be emotional when Din's hands run along your sides, caressing every part of you as if he worships your very existence. He couples every action with an affirmation.

"I've never met anyone as pretty as you."

"I love your body and the way you react to my touch."

"Nothing about you has changed at all, you're still you and you're all mine."

"You'll always be safe by my side, my pretty little thief. No one will ever hurt you again."

You admit to yourself how much you love being comforted by Din. He always knows what to do and what to say to make your pain disappear for a moment. Maybe that's why you don't close your eyes when he's between your legs.

You want to watch for once.

You witness the way he looks when his tongue finally has a taste of you, seeing the pure delight. He catches you staring and says, "put your hands in my hair and let me show you how much I love making you feel good."

You nod, listening to his orders, lacing your fingers through his soft curls. You pull at them playfully and he grins all too sweetly at you, like you both are actually lovers having fun together. You don't hold back your tears in reaction.

You want this to be real so badly. That way, you wouldn't have to deal with the heartache when it's over, because it wouldn't be over. But, this moment won't last. It never does, but you can hope, right?

"I don't want tonight to end." You let out a quiet sob with your words.

Somehow, you can almost feel the longing in his voice as he goes, "me too."

Does it have to? You can't ask questions, but if you could, that's what you'd ask him.

"I want more moments like this." You say that instead.

"We'll have them." He breathes out another promise. "So, don't think this is the end. This is just the beginning."

After that, Din begins getting closer to you and you open up more, inviting him in. If this isn't the end, if this can happen again, then you want to revel in as many of these moments as he's willing to give you. You won't shy away from them anymore.

"There's my pretty girl." He smiles at you. "You look good, spreading your legs for me like that."

"You'd look better if you quit stalling." You smile back.

He doesn't keep you waiting anymore. You adjust yourself a bit so you're sitting up more. You want to see everything today. He gives you quite the show on purpose, his tongue dipping inside of you all of a sudden. You gasp, not prepared to feel him fill you up in that way.

You squirm a little when he presses his thumb against your clit, flicking it back and forth as his tongue slips in and out of you. The wet sounds make you feel embarrassed and you instinctively squeeze your legs shut but he doesn't let you close up. His arms are keeping you in his grasp and you whine a little in response.

"You're being naughty." He calls you out on your display of protest. "You need to stay still if you want to come."

"You're too noisy." The comment slips from your lips and he laughs.

"It's not my fault you're this wet." His tongue finds its way inside of you again. He purposefully makes a loud slurping sound and you scream, tugging at his hair.

"Stop doing that!" You glare at him and he hides his smirk in your thigh.

"You're really cute when you act shy." He taunts you and it reminds you of his true nature.

Of course he's acting like this. You should've expected it. He enjoys getting on your nerves!

"You know what to do if you want it." Din waits for you to beg and you hate him for it but you want it too much not to.

"Please don't leave me hanging anymore. I want you." You pull him back towards you by the hair and your eyes roll back instantly the moment his tongue is on you again. "Yes, just like that, please don't stop."

You have no idea how much you unknowingly crave the feeling of him like this. The need has built up from all those times he's done this to comfort you that you can only ever associate it with comfort. Your body gets all warm, your toes curl, your back arches and your hips grind against his face because you keep wanting more.

"Fuck, if you keep doing that, I'm never going to stop." He's aggressive with his words but you love it. "There's nothing better than seeing you give in to the pleasure I can give you."

Real or not real? You don't know and you're too afraid to contemplate it…

So, you just keep drowning in it, "please give me more. I want so much more, Din."

You don't fall asleep until many, many hours later. He ravaged you in the most tender ways, coaxing orgasms out of you with such ease. He truly showed you what it meant to be loved by him.

Everything was just perfect.

The way he smiled when you kissed him, the way he held you close as he fucked you, the way he told you all these caring words that made your heart swell tenfold, you couldn't have dreamed of a better night with him.

It's only when you wake up that you wonder if it was a dream or a nightmare.

Will the memories of last night haunt you? You fear they will because they will make you want something you cannot have. Him.

That's why when you wake up and he's still asleep, you get up from the bed and go into the bath. You sit in the water, sobbing your eyes out. You just need some time alone. You just need a moment to process what happened.

But, the more you think about last night, the more the ache in your heart eats away at you.

I wish things were different. He said that, but you can't find it in your soul to believe him.

It's worse that you think it wasn't all a trick because if it was real, then…could he love you? No, no, stop!

You can't think like that! It'll only break you apart more and that's what he wants! He's toying with you, trying to convince you to fall in love with him. That's all this is. Stop thinking otherwise.

The Mandalorian hates you. You hate him. You are his slave and he is your Master.

You're bound to him…but not right now.

You graze your bare neck with your fingers. He never put the collar back on. You can run right now. He's asleep. You know Daiyu. You can find a cargo ship to hitch a ride in.

You can run far away from him and never look back.

So, why don't you do it? Why are you hesitating? Why are you sitting in this fucking bath, crying because you don't want to go?

You don't want to be a slave but you don't want to leave him either. You're torn.

Are you not strong enough to run away anymore?

No, it has nothing to do with strength and has everything to do with this stupid hope of yours.

It's stupid. So fucking stupid. But you hope for a better future. You hope that what he said last night was real and that you two will have more moments like that and maybe…just maybe…you'll only have moments like that.

No more games, no more hate sex, no more heartache.

Just love.

You laugh at yourself over how dumb you sound. Anyone would think so. You're like a storybook princess trapped in the highest tower by the deadliest of creatures and yet you've fallen in love with the beast that's holding you captive.

Why? Because he cares about you sometimes?

Ridiculous.

You curl into yourself, hugging your knees to your chest. You breathe bubbles into the water so that you don't have to hear your own sighs anymore.

That's when the door opens suddenly, slamming against the wall. You jolt in response, your heart racing from the loud noise. You turn and…

"Why the fuck weren't you in bed?" The Mandalorian's modulated voice catches you by surprise.

He's dressed in his full armor. Why is he dressed? Why is he breathing so heavily?

Why does he have his hand around your throat, lifting you up out of the bath until you're standing straight? You wince at the feeling, the swirling thoughts in your mind shattering in an instant.

This is the real him. Why were you trying so hard to believe otherwise?

"Answer me." He loosens his grip just a bit to let you speak.

"I-I didn't want to wake you with my sobs." The tears are flowing back down your eyes. "I'm sorry. I should've–"

"I thought you left me again."

What? You blink away your tears so you can look at him but you see nothing except your reflection in his helmet.

What face is he making under there? Is that why he's dressed? Was he going to go look for you, in case you had run away?

"I'm right here." You touch his helmet with your wet hand, watching as the water glistens the beskar. "I'm not going anywhere."

Din pulls his hand away from your neck, letting you breathe again. Then, he goes, "never leave my side like that again. Do you hear me? Answer your Master."

"Yes, Master." You're back to being his slave again. "I won't do that again. I'm sorry."

Before you can ask any questions, the collar latches around your neck once again and you hear it seal shut. That might have been your only chance to run and you gave it up over a night of pretending.

"Are we heading out soon?" You should probably get out of the bath now.

"Yes, so hurry up." He throws a towel at you and you catch it against your chest, the force of his throw winding you slightly.

You can tell he's angry and you muffle a sigh into the towel. Din watches over you the entire time, not letting you out of his sight. You get dressed in the outfit he has picked for you, since it has to match the other slaves' attire.

You're thankful it's at least a bit modest compared to the kind of outfits you've seen before, but if it weren't for the silky white robe you're wearing that covers your scarred up body, your breasts would be practically hanging out and your ass too. You aren't wearing underwear underneath this robe, just a loose négligée. You hope wherever he's taking you, it's at least warm…

"Listen carefully." He pulls you onto his lap in that chair you sat him in yesterday. "No one, and I mean no one, gets to touch you except for me. If they do, they're dead. Got it?"

You swallow nervously. "Do you…expect them to?"

"I don't trust any of these fuckers and no one would miss them if they were dead so if they even look at you provocatively, I will kill them." His words send shivers up your spine.

Would the Mandalorian really murder for you? You have no clue if he's just over-exaggerating but then you remember the carnage from when he slaughtered those bandits. You know what he's capable of. You just choose to be ignorant at times.

"Stay by my side and you'll be safe. I won't let anything happen to you." He tries to be comforting but you're as stiff as a board right now.

"C-can I look at you for a second?" You don't know where that comes from but it spills out of your mouth before you can think it through.

He doesn't answer verbally. He just nods his head so you go to lift his helmet up, looking at his face underneath.

Then, you lean in and you kiss him. Why? You can't seem to reason through it, but you do it anyway. You want to remind yourself that he's not a monster, even if he has to be sometimes.

Din slips the helmet back on the moment your lips part from his so you couldn't see the look on his face. Maybe that's for the best.

"Let's go." He picks you up and helps you back to your feet.

You follow him out of the hotel and once you're both in a dark alleyway, Din flicks his cuff and the link to your collar appears. You touch it out of curiosity, since it looks like it would sting, but it just feels like a normal wire, which is surprising considering the electricity buzzing around it.

"It isn't designed to hurt you. It's for the other people who want to steal you from me."

You're shocked, pun intended, but in a way, you're grateful he purposefully doesn't want to electrocute you. Though, he did mention before that the collar could zap the shit out of you if he willed it so. Best not to think about that right now.

The Mandalorian pulls on your leash and you choke just a little from the tug, trying to get used to being led around like a pet out for a walk. It takes you a bit of stumbling but you figure out how to walk properly at his pace like this.

You both sift through the shadows and it creeps you out that you're inching closer and closer to a darker part of the city. Illicit activities have to happen somewhere. You aren't an innocent child. You're a grown adult who has seen the horrors of the universe and yet witnessing it firsthand still kills you inside.

You and Din walk down a set of well-maintained metal stairs and the moment you see them sprawled out in the swanky lobby space, you want to cry. You keep your eyes down but the visual floods your mind. This place, whatever it is, it's not a place for people who treat others well. It's a place for the worst of the worst, a place where Masters can openly do things to their slaves that you're opting not to think about. It'll find its way into your dreams if you let it affect you.

"How may I help the two of you today?"

You look up to meet the eyes of a human woman like yourself. She can't be much older than you. She has her own collar, with her own Master standing right behind her, her chain wrapped around their waist. Much like the Mandalorian, her Master is covered from head to toe so you have no idea if they're human too. You try not to think much of it.

"We're looking for someone." Din answers for you, as he should in this scenario. "They call themselves the Owner."

"Ah yes." She nods at you both but her eyes catch yours rather nervously as she asks, "are you looking to buy or sell today?"

What? You gulp. The Mandalorian wouldn't sell you…would he? You turn to him but he doesn't look at you.

He just faces her and says, "I'm looking to negotiate."

Well, that's not comforting in the slightest. Fuck, should you have ran? What was all this talk about protecting you if he's putting you up for auction? Unless you're bait for something, in which case it would've been nice to know…

"I will let him know that you're interested in placing an offer." She nods at him. "You can wait in the private business lounge, it's right through those doors over there. He'll find you when he's available."

The helmet nods and you nearly don't catch yourself in time as he drags you by the neck over in that direction. Thankfully you didn't trip, though maybe he wanted you to. You're so anxious now, you could throw up.

You know he has to act cold to match the other slave Masters, but you wish he would say something.

Is that asking too much? Probably.

When you both get to the doors to the lounge, he shoves you forward and you take that as a signal to open the doors for him. You're really being treated like a slave right now and it doesn't feel good at all.

You bite back your feelings over the situation as you look at the lounge and forcefully hold in your puke. You're going to be sick. You're suddenly so nauseous just looking at the sight in front of you.

That's why you uncontrollably squeeze your eyes shut and whimper when you hear someone crack a whip against one of their slaves while screaming profanities at them. The whipping doesn't stop and the other slave Masters present are cheering.

What could the slave have done to deserve that?

You look at them, hunched over on their knees, with their back slashed open.

Does your back look like that? It must.

There are people looking at you now, seeing how obviously disheartened you are by what's going on. Though, they might just be checking you out. Their eyes are glazing over your body and you feel awfully naked despite wearing clothes.

"Stop staring." The Mandalorian speaks up and you don't know if he was talking to you or them as he pulls at your chain. "Let's go sit down."

He leads you over to an empty booth away from the center of the action and pulls you onto his lap, flicking off your leash. You settle your arms around his neck and you're overcome with the need to be held so you hug him, sobbing into his neck. You feel his gloved hand sneak beneath your robe so he can rub your back.

"It'll be over soon." He whispers rather kindly.

"I'm scared." Your voice comes out so shaky. "I don't want to be here."

"I know. I'm sorry." He uses his other hand to lift your head out of his shoulder so he can look at you. "You're okay, though. I'm not going to hurt you like that and none of these fuckers will either."

Sadly, the Mandalorian has spoken a little too soon because someone joins the two of you in the secluded booth. You tense up when you hear their footsteps. Whoever it is sits down on the bench across. You wish there was a table separating you and them but there isn't. It's just two couches in a walled off square, facing each other.

"Aww, sweetheart, is your Master making you cry?" The man's mocking voice instills such fear into your soul. "Why don't you come play with me instead? We can trade for a moment. I'm sure he'll enjoy my bitch better. She isn't a crybaby like you."

"Not interested." His modulated voice vibrates so close to your ear and you have to hold in your sigh of relief.

It's not like Din would ever trade you, right?

"Oh, come on now. It looks like you only have that one bitch. Aren't you tired of fucking the same cunt? Go over there and help this man out for me." The man must be talking to his slave because she walks over and you look up to see her.

She…there's nothing in her eyes, like she's lost all hope for her situation. Will that be you someday? You bite back another whimper.

"I said I'm not interested." Din is firmer now, but that doesn't matter.

Not when this man's slave shoves you off of his lap and you drop to the hard metal floor with a thud. The man looks down at you and you turn away from him, not wanting to see what he looks like, not wanting to remember his face so he can haunt your dreams.

"Haven't you taught her properly?" The man scolds Din. "What kind of bitch can't service a Master when he asks?"

Suddenly, you're being grabbed by the hair and yanked in the opposite direction, away from the Mandalorian. You scream, but the man clamps his hand over your mouth before you can make much sound.

"Shut up, annoying whiny bitch. Don't act like you don't like this." He growls in your ear and you want to die.

You can feel him harden beneath you, grinding up against you. When did he pull you onto his lap?

You're not wearing anything underneath, which makes you feel all too much. He could just–

The man drops you out of his hold all of a sudden and you fall to the ground once again. You don't want to glance up and look at him but you don't know why he let you go. Not until you see the blade being held to the man's neck and Din's the one holding it.

"She's not interested." He clarifies, gesturing for you to get away from the man.

You scramble back to your original seat and you turn to look at the other slave, who is cowering in terror. You wonder what Din said to her that made her so frightened.

"She must suck your cock real good. I've never seen a Master become such a bitch for his slave." The man laughs maniacally at Din, like he's not afraid of dying.

"Laugh at me again and see what happens." The knife gets pressed harder against the man's neck, but he doesn't back down.

"You can't kill me, Mandalorian. I'm protected by all the other slave Masters here." He flaunts his connections and then threatens, "if you kill me, they'll kill you, but not until after they rape and murder your precious little slave in front of you."

The helmet shifts to look at you and you're trying to keep it together but all the trauma is consuming you slowly. You don't want to die here, not like that.

"You're really pissing me off." Din looks away from you then, turning fully to the man. "I'm going to give you a chance to apologize before you're dead meat."

"I wouldn't fuck with me." A devilish smile curves onto his face. "I'm the Owner, after all."

"Does it look like I give a shit who you are?" The fury in the Mandalorian's voice is ever present and you're surprised the Owner isn't budging. You're well aware of the kind of man he's angering right now.

The Owner offers a deal instead. "I can still let you walk out of here alive if you give me the girl. She seems fun. I bet she's a good f–"

There isn't a single ounce of hesitation in Din's actions after that. He proceeds to stuff his gloved hand into the Owner's mouth, pulling his tongue out. With a clean swipe of his blade, he chops it right off. The Owner tries to scream but Din just shoves his tongue down his throat to silence him.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" He groans with annoyance over the Owner's panic. You think he's actually choking on his own tongue. "I'm not interested in what you have to say. Not from the mouth of a disgusting man like you."

"They're going to kill you." The slave beside you says with such anxiety building in her voice. "There's no way you're going to get through all those Masters."

"I’ll deal with them." The Mandalorian throws you something. "You need to help her and the others."

It's…a lockpicking set.

Wait, does he want you to–

A bullet narrowly misses you, scraping your cheek all of a sudden. The air stings the newly formed cut and you can feel the blood dripping down your face.

Where the fuck did that come from? Then, you see it.

The Owner had pulled out a blaster and tried to kill you. That makes Din very angry.

"Oh, I'm going to have a lot of fun killing you." He tells the Owner, knocking the blaster away from him. "But for now, I need to deal with your friends so…"

You watch as Din takes his blade and stabs the man right in the groin, driving the blade deep enough to pierce the couch. The Owner is being held to his seat by the balls, literally.

"We'll deal with him later. Can you get the others out?" The helmet shifts to you.

"I-I can try, but is there an exit?" You turn to ask the slave.

She nods. "I know where it is. I can lead them there if you can get us out of our collars, but we all need to make it out of this lounge first."

You quickly fumble with the lockpicking set and once you see the kind of lock her collar has, you pick it with ease. She breathes a sigh of relief when it pops off. Then, you watch as the slave goes up to her former Master and she uses her foot to drive the knife further into him, causing him to scream more profusely.

"Fuck you." She spits in his face. "Fuck you and all these other Masters for stealing us from our homes. You'll never live to see another day."

He tries to grab her but she steps back in time, the fear resetting in her face. Her confidence weakens and you get up to take a hold of her, telling her, "you're safe now. He can't hurt you anymore."

She looks at you with a thankful expression, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

"What's your name?" You ask her.

"Willa." She says back like she can't believe the sound of her own name.

How long was she held captive by him? You don't even want to know.

"We need to go now." The Mandalorian pulls out the DarkSaber, the sight of the black glow giving you goosebumps. "Stick behind me and then meet me back here once you've gotten them all out."

You nod at him and then grab Willa's hand, pulling her behind you. She huddles close as you all exit the booth and there are more than a handful of blasters pointing at the three of you.

Oh, that's just lovely.

"Look, Mandalorian, we don't need this to get all bloody." One of the slave Masters waves his gun at you and Willa. "Just hand us the girls."

"Point your gun at her one more time and it'll be your blood that I drain first." Din grips the DarkSaber and positions himself to take on all these Masters.

That particular Master jokingly points the gun back at you and in the matter of seconds, his hand is sliced off and the sound of his screams echoes through the lounge.

"I'm going to enjoy gutting you later." The Mandalorian says, spinning his blade in his hand. "Who's next?"

Before long, an array of blaster shots decorate the room. The sound of them hitting his beskar rings in your ears and you hold tightly onto Willa, hoping she doesn't accidentally get injured in the process.

While Din fights off the Masters, you guide Willa over to the other slaves who have been left to fend for themselves, helping them out of their restraints. You try not to watch as body parts fly all around the room and people get chopped in half.

There's so much carnage and it feels never-ending.

Guts spill out right next to you which causes you to jump and you feel a gloved hand on your neck, startling you as you're pulled away from the body.

"The exit is clear." Din gestures to the double doors. "You can take them out now."

You can't do much besides nod and Willa follows you out with the rest of the slaves you've helped. You all have to dodge shots as you make your exit because there are waves of people coming in to prolong this fight. You hope Din will be okay but at the same time, you wonder why you're rooting for him to make it through this.

What makes him any different than the Masters he's killing?

You don't pay too much mind to that thought as Willa shows you where the slaves that are being put up for auction are being held so you help them get out of their restraints. Then, she shows them all to the exit so you give them instructions on how to stow away on a cargo ship that will hopefully take them somewhere far away from here. You urge Willa to go with the group because you still have to go back and free the slaves who may have gotten stuck with their Masters.

"But, what about you?" She asks and you give her a faint smile.

"I'll be okay, so go." You say as confidently as you can, though you aren't completely sure if you will be okay after all this.

"I'm sorry for shoving you earlier. I had to–"

"Don't apologize. It wasn't in your control but now you're free. Don't look back, okay?" You squeeze her shoulder, nudging her to go on. She gives you a hug before leaving to guide the others using your orders.

You turn back to this horrendous place and you feel…different.

You don't know what it is about the sight of all these Masters, bleeding out on the floor, crying out for help that will never come. Maybe it's the fact that you had just witnessed them abusing their slaves and now they're being left for dead.

There's an odd sense of justice that courses through you and you can't say you don't like it. It gives you a kind of rush, to see such horrible people dead.

Is that bad? Morally, probably.

You shake yourself out of these thoughts to go help the slaves that are chained to their dead Masters. You give them the same instructions as you did the previous group and they all follow you out to the exit. The woman who spoke with you and Din earlier asks you if you're really going back and you tell her that you have to.

Just because you freed them, doesn't mean you're free.

You come back to see that the lobby is filled with cut up bodies. There's limbs everywhere. Blood everywhere. It stains the floors and your shoes as you walk over body after body.

Some of these bodies don't have eyes anymore. Din must have gouged them out. You realize those specific bodies are the ones that looked at you like you were a hunk of meat when you came in with him.

That's…definitely one way to send a message.

You walk over to the double doors that lead into the lounge. There, the Mandalorian waits for you, spinning a blade between his fingertips like he's bored. As if murdering all these people was just another day on the job. That should frighten you, but it doesn't.

It reminds you of the kind of power he holds. He's a Mandalorian. He's a bounty hunter. He's capable of this level of slaughter without even breaking a sweat. He's just that good at what he does.

His presence before you is so impactful, so dominating that the previous rush you felt fills your senses again and you don't know what to make of the tingling that's surging through you.

Especially not when he hands you the blade he's been holding and says, "do whatever you want to him."

Din gestures to the Owner, who is still alive and fully conscious. You're taken back by the offer, saying, "I-I don't know what to do…"

"Anything." Din tells you, the spite building in his voice. "He wronged you, violated you, touched you. I'm going to kill him, but before I do, you can do whatever you want to him. Slice him up. Poke his eyes out. Make him eat his own cock, though that's kind of difficult to do now but you still could."

Anything. You look over at the man who tried to assault you. The man who grabbed you and forced you onto his lap, spitting profane things at you. The man who called Din a bitch.

You don't know where the rage comes from. It's partially from the fact that you never got closure for the bandits. You didn't get to do this to them for hurting you, but you can get your retribution now for the hurt this man caused.

So, you do.

You walk over to the Owner and look him right in the eyes and say, "now look who's crying, bitch."

You take the knife and stab him right in the hands that he used to grab your hair and silence you. You smile as he cries from the pain of you pulling the blade out, his blood splattering all over your white robe. Then, you do the same to each of his thighs for making you sit on his grimy lap and having to feel his erection under you. You finish by taking the blade that's been pinning him to the couch out, marveling at the way the blood is pooling between his legs.

Why does this feel so good? You feel incredible, having this kind of power, being able to inflict this kind of pain on someone who has wronged you. You have never hurt someone like this before but this just feels right.

Once you've finished dealing your damage to the Owner, you turn to Din, who has been watching you this entire time, and you ask, "will you kill him the way I want him to die?"

"Of course." He waits patiently for you to pick what that is.

You like that the Mandalorian wants to listen to you. You like that such a powerful man is willing to hear your thoughts and do your bidding as he sees fit. It's a nice feeling. Rewarding, almost.

"I want you to slit his throat slowly. For Willa." You drag the dull side of the blade along the Owner's neck before handing it back to Din. "And for all the other slaves he has hurt."

"As you wish, my pretty little thief." He pats you on the head and then kneels in front of the Owner until they're eye level with one another. "Remember when you called me her bitch? I'm not her bitch. I'm her Master and this is how you should treat a very good girl, by listening to her when she wants someone dead."

Lesson learned: never touch what isn't yours.

With that, Din slices his throat open ever so slowly. The blood gushes out with every inch of his skin ripping apart. His eyes shut once his neck is fully slit and then he's dead. Such a wave of relief washes over you as Din gets up and tucks the knife away before opening his arms.

You immediately run and hug him, not even minding all the blood on his armor that's getting all over you. You look up at him and say gratefully, "thank you for freeing those slaves."

"Do you feel better now that you've let off some steam?" He asks as he brushes your hair back, his helmet tilted down to look at you.

You nod. "Is that bad?"

"No." He shakes his head. "He deserved it and you needed the release."

That's true in more ways than one because as you and Din leave that place and walk through the dark alleys again, the adrenaline flooding your veins makes you crave him, so much so that you stop walking all of a sudden. He turns to you, obviously puzzled by your actions.

That, and your words. "I need you, Din."

"We should get cleaned up." He reasons with you but you pull him closer to you, grabbing him by the helmet.

"I need you right now, just like this, buried deep inside of me, fucking me like you own me." You're the demanding one for once.

"I do own you." He reminds you and you smile.

"Prove it." You lift your robe up ever so slightly, flashing the way you're completely bare underneath. "Take what's yours."

There's a moment of silence between the two of you where all you hear are the sounds of the busy streets nearby. It doesn't take long for something to happen.

You're so wet that when he thrusts himself inside of you all of a sudden, you don't feel anything but the greatest surge of pleasure. You wrap your arms around his neck as he grabs your hips, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall of the alleyway. You don't even care if anyone can hear you. You don't hold your voice back, wanting Din to know exactly how good you feel being fucked by him.

There's just something about him, something about the way you have to be taken by him right now. You can't explain it but it's almost like a primal need to give yourself to someone with the capability to protect you, to kill for your sake, to defend your livelihood.

You're completely overwhelmed by him and his power over you.

"Harder." You want more. "Please."

"Tell me you're mine and I'll fuck you so hard, your knees will give out from coming so much." He commands and you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm just from that.

"I'm yours. I've been yours." You say it like it's the only truth you know. "I'm never leaving you."

"You'll never be able to." Din pulls out of you and you cry out from the loss, having been ripped away from your orgasm. "I own you completely now. You need me."

"I do. I need you, please." You grind against him, wishing he would just slip back inside.

He doesn't, not until he flips you around, pushing your body into the wall, with his hand wrapped around your neck. He drives his cock back inside of you from behind, squeezing your throat the moment he hits that spot deep inside of you, and you completely melt. He fucks you through your orgasm and you lean back into him, loving every second of it.

"That's it, good girl. How does it feel to be fucked out in the open by your Master?" He asks in such a degrading tone of voice but it sends such a thrill through you.

"It feels so good. Please don't stop." You beg, handing yourself over to him entirely.

Thankfully, Din listens and he keep fucking you until you're dripping with his release and when he finally lets go of you, you drop right to the ground. Your legs can't hold you up anymore and you're breathing like you've never tasted air before. There's so much spilling out between your legs and you're shaking all over.

The Mandalorian kneels down in front of you, his hand gripping your chin so you're staring right at him. He brushes his thumb along your bottom lip and you open your mouth slightly, panting from how hard you came because of him. You can taste blood and leather when his fingers slip into your mouth but you don't mind it for some reason. You just keep looking right up at your Master, letting him do whatever he wants to you. His helmet tilts up and down, like he's trying to memorize the way you look after being fucked out of your mind here of all places.

Then, he says in a voice so low that it shakes you to the very core, "I like this version of you very much. We're going to have a lot more fun together from now on."

You have no clue why those words make you both terribly afraid and extremely aroused at the same time but you kind of like the feeling.

A lot more than you should…

A/N: Come to the dark side, we have cookies (and murder!) ~ ♡

All jokes aside, I guess you could say Din is a very bad influence! Though, ethics/morals in this universe are a bit different so who's to say what you did is all that bad when your Master is a bloodthirsty bounty hunter? I wonder who's corrupting who. He's definitely softening up to you, but what does that really mean in this kind of scenario? I guess we'll have to wait and see!

Also, I would like to note in the original draft for this chapter, you and Din were supposed to do the deed in the same room with all the murder but I was like hmm maybe that's a bit much? Can't tell what's "too much" anymore for this story honestly LMAO but I wanted to let y'all know this could've been a lot crazier (do I regret not keeping the first draft? maybe…)

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