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the-bat-collector · 3 years

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SUPERBAT Rec List!! AU NO POWERS ish PART 1

I love NO POWERS NO CAPES AUs but its been so hard to find them!! so decided to make this list to help y’all in your search :D

The length varies, but I prefer long fics so most of these are 10-20k up to 200k

Heart and Soul by Pandamomochan

E - 150,044

Clark Kent used to be a renowned composer who was said to be able to write masterpieces that were designed uniquely for each individual player. Famous musicians around the world would flock to him in hopes that he would write for them because his pieces were always said to bring out any player's crowning performance. That is, until one day Clark loses his wife in a tragic accident and decides never to write again.

Years later, Clark's son, Jon, gets admitted to the famous "Gotham School of Performing Arts". It is there that Clark meets Bruce Wayne, a strict, uptight, by the book piano instructor who is said to be able to craft the best musicians around the world.

this is one of my favorites. I'm not really into Hurt/Comfort but this is so beautiful!! highly recommended I'm biased cause I play the piano

Seeing Bruce Wayne by Evilpixie

E - 15,089

Clark Kent is the only male midwife working in Metropolis General. Bruce Wayne the residential pediatric surgeon.

I'm so into medicine/doctor AUs this is also one of my favorite fics!if you have to pick one from this list, pick this one!!!

On The Cusp by vesper_house

E - 47,378

Clark's life isn't going so well. He's in his thirties, he works at a coffee shop run by his old crush, his journalism career is going nowhere, and he's broke. It takes only one tall, dark and handsome stranger to change everything.

COFFE SHOP AU COFFESHOP AU!! We need more of these, the dynamic between Bruce and Clark is Great!!!!

A Game You Can't Win by NightFoliage

T - 78,328

Injustice is the hottest MMORPGs available to play! Set in a world where superpowers exist, players can become civilians, heroes, villains, and anybody in-between. Designed by Hiro “Toyman” Okamura, and Timothy Drake-Wayne, Injustice was created with the best Wayne Industries technology available and has the most human NPCs. The game is beyond it's time and is planned to be at the top of the charts for a while.

By accident, Clark finds himself pushed into the spotlight and new found fame. To him, Let’s Plays are a means to stay in touch with friends and to make money. He never got into LPing to become famous.

Bruce, who funded the game after Jason’s accident, is irritated (not jealous) that a video game player is such a big topic among the kids. After the nth time they mention him, Bruce decides to take matters into his own hands and see what all the fuss is about.

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ONE OF MY FAVORITE SUPERBAT FICS OUT THERE!!!!!! this is great and fun and Clark is the best!

As We Grow by butterflyslinky

E - 23,451

Clark Kent is a farmer deep in debt to Lex Luthor.

Bruce Wayne is a billionaire with seven children and no luck in love.

But their families have a scheme to get them together and hopefully make life a little bit better.

Modern Medicine by BuckinghamAlice

G - 5,208

Pediatrician Dr. Clark Kent becomes beloved to his patients, the Wayne boys... as well as to their doting father Bruce.

ABSOLUTELY lovely and adorable, you get the feels!

Hellooooo, nurse! by weirdraccoon INCOMPLETE WIP

T - ?????

Clark enjoys his job at the Free Clinic. He loves helping people and tending injuries. Saving lives. But this man... Bruce Wayne is going to kill him if he doesn't get killed first.

Bruce is still Batman on this one but HERE ME OUT, Clark is a nurse! is incomplete but looking forward to the following chapters!!

Two Cities by EllenD

E - 96,152

Clark Kent, is simply Clark Kent, junior reporter for the Daily Planet who moved to Metropolis from Smallville with big dreams. Bruce Wayne is a billionaire playboy from Gotham, who also happens to be Batman. They meet, date, and fall in love, though not without hurdles because mild-mannered Clark is also socially awkward as heck. But when the most dangerous criminals in Gotham are gunning for Batman, Clark gets caught in the middle of it all. (He's basically Batman's Lois Lane) Meant to be set in the Dawn of Justice movie universe, but also draws inspiration from video games, comics, and those awesome Batman cartoons.

This is part of a series, but this is the main fic of it. Love this trope of Clark is just a civilian and Bruce is Batman. Warning this fic does contain disturbing topics so read the tags.

Here Comes the Sun by batsy_rocks

T - 18,815

Clark Kent is a kind-hearted reporter working in the big city. Bruce Wayne is a stressed dad of four with no idea of what he's doing.

Then they meet.

Seasons of Love by littlechinesedoll

G - 4,603

Clark Kent took over that farm at the edge of the Town of Smallville. He likes Smallville's resident doctor, Bruce Wayne.

The best gifts for Bruce are ginger ale, salad, coffee, and any kind of flowers. He hates gems, and bars of copper, silver, and gold.

Petals and Ink by drunkraiinbow

T - 12,976

With a new kid joining the family, Bruce tries a new tattoo artist to continue the tradition of adding them to his sleeve, but he won't trust just any artist. Clark manages to win him over with his incredible talent and his farm-boy friendly demeanor, and he may even have begun to win Bruce's heart. However, Clark might have a few things to learn first.

FLOWER SHOP TATTOO PARLOUR AU! what else is there to say, this is extremely cute and a fast read! :D

Faceless Killer by Batsymomma11

E - 51,519

Detective Bruce Wayne from the GCPD and detective Clark Kent from the MPD have been asked to create a joint task force in an effort to catch the John Doe Killer that has been ravaging their sister-cities. Aside from their long-standing animosity towards one another, it should be a breeze to work together. Besides, lives depend on them getting along.

They never expected they'd trip headlong into a romantic entanglement that feels a lot more serious than even the killer they're chasing.

The Tailor by maderi

E - 16,026

When Clark is assigned to cover the Wayne gala, he finds himself in need of a professionally tailored suit. His tailor though is drop dead gorgeous, which brings up a lot of awkward situations during their appointments.

Heroes of the Squared Circle by Mithen

M - 226,687

They've gone by many names: Billionaire Brucie, Country Clark, the Kryptonian, the Dark Knight. But no matter what their stage names are, one thing has always been true: Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne are the world's finest wrestlers.

Six's a crowd by Untoward INCOMPLETE/ABANDONED

G - 10,133

When Alfred has to make an emergency trip back to England, Bruce soon finds out he can't manage running a business and taking care of six kids all alone.

He turns to a nanny agency for help, and is astonished when he finds Clark Kent, who seems like he can handle anything.

Clark not only can take care of the kids incredibly well but seems to be breaking Bruce's walls down rather well too.

After Hours by ????

E - 3,175

At the end of a long semester Clark can't hide his attraction to Professor Wayne any longer. Grad School AU.

This is practically a one-shot, not really my type of fic but worth adding!! Haven't come across this professor trope in Superbat so if you got any recs, send them my way!

Wings and Fangs by DanielleN3

E - 17,224

Clark thought he could never fall in love with anyone, especially not after being alone for such a long time… but all of that changes when he encounters a sexy vampire in Gotham.

TECHNICALLY they both have powers in this one but there are soooo different from cannon that I think this fic still qualifies for this list

thirteen by CapnWinghead

T - 22,890

Drowning in student loans, Clark Kent takes a summer job as the Wayne family nanny.

OKAY. so this is not entirely NO POWERS, but I mean Clark is a NANNY so this is great! TRUST ME

Kiss me, take my breath away by J_Jubilee

E - 37,934

There were legends about Gotham Reef. Legends that said it was haunted by a beast of foul temper. Stories told of a ravenous sea beast that feasted on the flesh of men, and was said to be more hideous than Satan himself. Others told of a woman with eyes that glowed like gold to lead sailors to their death. Some even spoke of a witch that cursed men and wreck their ships, taking all their treasures with it. When Clark’s catamaran is wrecked by a terrible storm, he learns that the stories were oh so far from true.

Baby Bats by AlmondRose

G - 4,003

this is a short series of adorable and simple domestic fluff

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Haven't read this one but heeey the art is sooo pretty soo decided to add it anyways

Dragon Heart by Hells Angel 921

T - 27,660

Kal wants to make up for his past.

Bruce tries to move on with his future.

They eventually meet in the middle.

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I didn't know that Dragon/DragonSlayer was a thing but hey... apparently it is, so here it is.

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hehe and so my rant ends here! let me know if you know fics that fit any of these tropes! I’m all ears

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spooky-activity · 3 years

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Just a little update on Cassandratopia 2: Electric Boogaloo (Or as it stands in my Google Docs folder rn, A Helping Hand). I’ll put it under the cut cuz it’s kinda long.

I just wanted to say that I’m still planning on actually doing it, despite all evidence to the contrary lol

I did Cassandratopia in a haze of graduating from college(where I was studying animation) and just having ended my first dnd campaign as a dungeon master (which went 3 years!). I was fishing around for internships, but since the pandemic had just kicked off I wasn’t having much luck. So I had a lot of creative energy that wasn’t getting channeled anywhere, and a lot of free time when I wasn’t applying to places. Which is how I did 4 pages a day several times per week. Which was insane.

As it stands, I’m running 2 dnd campaigns(one meets weekly, the other every other week or so), and just scored a full-time internship at a video game company! The campaigns I’m running are a homebrew open world, which, for those of you who aren’t too familiar with dnd, is a metric fuckton of work to prep for each session because I have no idea what my insane friends and siblings are going to try and do every time we play.

Anyways all this to say that my storytelling itch is kinda. Sufficiently getting scratched atm and I have a lot less free time. I’m still plucking away at the setting/refining the story of A Helping Hand, but it’s largely on the backburner. Cassandratopia was also, uh, like the first story I’ve ever told in any sort of format besides the give-and-take of dnd, so... I’m not used to having so much control over the narrative. Oddly. I’ve never thought of myself as much of a writer of stories; my main focus is character animation, so someone else is usually writing the stories I’m telling anyways, which is super cool with me. Honestly I’m surprising myself with how much I want to tell this story, which is why I’m still sure I’m doing it. Just. Slower. Than Cassandratopia got done.

But I’ll share a bit of the lore I’ve been cooking up! Specifically about Zhan Tiri and The Drops. The story will be told in an extremely dnd type setting, because that’s the kind of narrative I’ve told before and am comfortable telling: hard magic rules, neat fights, scary monsters, a dash of eldritch horror, and huge emphasis being put on magical artifacts(kinda like in the show!). Here’s some stuff that’s basically locked-in.

Zhan Tiri

Zhan Tiri is one of the many Demon Lords of the Abyss. She’s kind of a mashup of two of my favorite Demon Lords, Zuggtmoy, the Lady of Rot and Decay, and Pale Night, the Mother of Demons and Queen of the Night(with just a dash of Hannibal Lecter because who doesn’t like helpful, polite, manipulative-ass bitches lksjflkja;fj). Her domain sits almost exactly between the Sundrop and Moonstone, largely being the new growth that comes from death, and the endless cycle of life and death. Places where her influence is strongest includes the cracks in... Well anywhere really, from society to the planet’s shell, where metaphorical or physical rot could grow; musty, mostly ignored places where something could fester. Iconography related to her would include endless mazes, fungi, grasping skeletal hands, and rotting/blooming corpses. Her spores can animate corpses, which she likes to use as mindless minions when she doesn’t feel like sending one of her Acolytes. She shares a scrap of her power with those few mortals she likes. She appreciates ambition and the desire to Grow to be bigger than what you were to start with, as those are qualities she herself possesses.

Incredibly intelligent and merciless to those she deems her enemies, her main thing is pulling the strings from the shadows and seeing just how far she can push people to act with as little prompting from her as possible. She does, however, have the power to kinda bulldoze her way through things if she needs to, but she doesn’t like to because where’s the fun in that?

She first gained interest in the Material Plane when a Wizard with too much hubris from said Material Plane(Named Demanitus) contacted her trying to figure out more information about The Drops and how to control them. After indulging him for a bit, she started preparing to make a summer home on the Material Plane because it’s New and Fun here and Wow These Mortals are Really Fun to Mess With! And some of them she even genuinely liked! Demanitus then realized his mistake and locked her away in Pandemonium for what he hoped was forever, but turned out to be only around 1,000 years, due to the efforts of her followers. Her little stint in Pandemonium magnified the more... Chaotic aspects of her personality, so now she wants to cover the Material Plane in blooming mazes of fungal crops that she can break people with at her leisure.

The Drops

The drops are two semi-sentient pieces of one original artifact, whose original purpose was to be a tool of creation for the gods. Which, through some great calamity(still deciding that one), got sundered and settled into the two basic aspects of creation: the nearly unlimited well of life-energy which organizes stardust into planets, cabbages, and kings, and the “you gotta crack a few eggs to get an omlette” destructive force which breaks down what the sundrop makes so that it can make more.

The main goal of the drops is to reunite. I would want to as well if I was ripped in half! This manifests as a... General tug in the direction of the other drop. A desire in the host to Go That Way. It can be resisted, and even ignored for a bit, but it’s always there. Like being hungry if starving wasn’t a danger. Just a bit uncomfortable if you aren’t going That Way, but ignorable.

Both drops generally try to be as helpful to their wielder as possible, as originally they were a tool of creation to the gods. They are innately obliging. They’re also REALLY UNSAFE FOR MORTALS TO BE MESSING WITH. The Sundrop is a little safer because the most it can do is kinda. Overcharge you into something distinctly not human but still alive, and King Fredrick was lucky he made the Sundrop into soup before giving it to Arianna. But King Edmund got his wholeass arm blasted off for touching the Moonstone.

The Sundrop

Best I could whittle it down, the Sundrop has power over life energy, like the sun’s light. It also has power over the energy derived from geothermal activities, so deep sea creatures Are Not Immune To The Sundrop, which was a funny thought that crossed my mind that they could be, but that will likely never come up anyways salkdjf;ljsf It is, in its basest form, Growth and Progress.

It’s a little sentient, but very much entrenches itself into whoever is holding it at the time. Like another mind looking through your eyes and seeing what you see/feeling what you feel while still retaining a bit of individuality from the host. It’s not... Parasitic because it’s in its nature to give, but it’s generally pretty firmly attached to whoever is holding it until they die( which isn’t usually for a WHILE. It ’infects’ a new host when one dies, usually a plant near their grave...) or until a solar eclipse. It wants what they want, but it’s very fussy so they have to ask it for power exactly correctly(like singing an incantation every time you want to heal someone, or doing a Ritual involving lots of very specific ingredients, Celestial Alignments, and Secret Words) or it won’t listen, like an orchid dying if the ph balance is off in the soil by a little bit. But it’s generally pretty intuitive to use, because it wants what you want and (as long as you ask right) is willing to help.

Anyways basically under the influence of the Sundrop you get a few things:

Basically limitless energy coursing through your body while you’re in a place with sunlight, which equates to rapid healing, mostly, because every cell in your body is being supercharged with free energy. Never getting exhausted in direct sunlight. (If Rapunzel lived in a place that was sunny 24/7 like near one of the poles she wouldn’t have to sleep like. until it started to get dark in the opposite half of the year. Then she’d have to sleep like a regular human being)

You stay at your prime, or if you are past it, revert to your prime. Someone who is holding the Sundrop, or who has regular access to the Sundrop’s magic can’t die of old age or illness. They have to be hurt beyond the Sundrop’s ability to heal or have it taken away from them.

The ability to share this rapid healing with others (if you ask right)

The ability to freely draw on the raw, near-limitless energy of the sun to shape into things like cool-looking energy blasts (only if you ask right)

The Moonstone

The moonstone has powers over varying levels of destruction: from destroying things by ripping them apart/ to Not Letting Things Be Destroyed(also known as protecting) by freezing them in indestructible rock. Like the moon, it can ‘reflect’ a bit of the sundrop’s power, so it can kinda provide energy, albeit a lot less than the sundrop can provide. It’s the inevitable march of The End of All Things, fertilizing the fields of time with the ashes of the old so the new can take root.

The Moonstone is a bit more in the dark(pun intended hehe) when it comes to bonding with someone, it can only try to figure out what is going on based off the emotions of its wielder, and through anything directly touching the Black Rocks. Because of this it’s... Kinda dumb? It tries to do things to help(Like shooting red fear-rocks to try and scare away whatever must be scaring its wielder so badly) but often fails spectacularly at helping.

Under the influence of the Moonstone you get:

Mortals get Neat Body Armor that’s actually just you being turned into a rock! They are very fragile! They need to be protected! The best the Moonstone can do to try and preserve you is to Stop All Destruction by.. Pausing all bodily functions indefinitely. Rocks don’t need to eat, sleep, or breathe, and almost nothing can destroy you if you’re solid Black Rock. The weak reflection of the Sundrop’s energy keeps the host animated, but they’re not exactly alive anymore. Like cryostasis. Wounds (if any) acquired in this state won’t be a problem because they’re not messing anything up, because nothing is technically working in the first place, but they will be a problem when you’re not protected in this way anymore. It’s a cosmic ‘I’ll deal with that later’ button, essentially.

Like the moon, the Moonstone can reflect the light of the sun. It uses its rock crystals to do so, which can even split the sun’s power into different shades, like a prism. Essentially, different colored rocks can mean new and exciting power sets.

Blue Lightning! The Moonstone can reflect the Sundrop’s power, so it also has access to pure bursts of energy, even if it is weaker and colder.

The Moonstone is very helpful, but usually has no idea what you want. ‘Asking’ the Moonstone for more control over its power in the same way you would Ask the Sundrop for more power reminds it of the perfect bond it used to share. The Moonstone’s incantation deepens the bond between wielder and Moonstone in such a way that it actually knows what you want from it, giving you near perfect control of its powers.

*This is kind of just a side note of the Drops: While the Moonstone is weaker than the Sundrop in an head-on fight, it could hold its own if it were on the defensive. Redirecting the power instead of trying to overpower and such.

** Cass made of rocks means I get to draw her skeleton :) not in every picture that would be fucking nuts and way too much work alskjdf;lkjs;fv

#helping hand #a helping hand #casstopia #cassandratopia 2 #mine #so yeah next comic is happening still #but I can't promise when #maybe in like 6 months when one of my dnd games wraps up #my siblings are the ones who play weekly #and I said i'd run a shorter campaign for them #like half a year campaign #then I'll only be running one game!#and I'll have time to draw comic stuff and finish finalizing my draft #I'd also like to apologize in advance for my clunky storytelling #I've literally never done this before lakjs;dlkcvj;lksjf

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4birds-of-a-feather · 3 years

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Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night) [part 4]

Birds Of a Feather

Today is Sara’s birthday (both the author and the fictional one!) so we decided to come out of our usual hiatus to post a silly update and let y’all know that we’re grateful to have such wonderful, loyal readers that haven’t given up on us ✨ Hope you’re gonna enjoy this!

(In the previous chapters: the game of Never Have I Ever has been intense, to say the least, and now the guests are left to go on with the party with the aftermath of thoughts and memories that the game brought up)

The game finally ended and, unsurprisingly to everyone, Elias was the undisputed winner. Nevertheless, he laughed it off, saying he just lied and avoided drinking when he could have done it because he’d rather have the others get drunk so he could make fun of them. The gang didn’t even pretend to believe his version. They hated him more when Layla came up with the idea for the prize. Elias was already rubbing his hands, expecting a kiss or something similar, but it turned out the girl wanted to award him by revealing to him the solution to her previous game. “Sorry, Layla, but I gotta tell you, you don’t know what you just did there” Mike shook his head as she walked him by with two full glasses in her hands. “Hehe, what?” she stopped to talk to him and after an awkward couple of seconds handed him one of the drinks. She had meant to catch up with Eddie, offer him the drink, drink up her stronger one for some liquid courage, and tell him that she liked him. But now there she was, talking to Cready, and didn’t want to seem rude, keeping the alcohol to herself. “You put a big weapon in the hands of the wrong person, that is Elias. Now the guy’s gonna go to every girl in the room and use it as a bargaining chip to get something out of it” Mike explained keeping a straight face, something that made her laugh in his face “Don’t laugh, I’m not joking!” “You’re an evil genius, how did you come up with such a plan? I bet Elias didn’t even think about that!” “Uhm, I don’t know… but I bet you didn’t think about it. Or you’d have already used it with a certain someone…” he remarked and hid his smile drinking a sip from his glass. “What the hell are you talking about, Michael? You’re drunk” Layla tried to sound dismissive but was actually smiling. “I’m talking about things, you know. Things that should be done. And if you’re gonna do things, New Year’s Eve is the night – I mean, it’s the mother of all nights, isn’t it?” “The mother of nights to do… things?” Layla asked with an arched eyebrow. “Exactly. Like, it’s New Year’s Eve! It’s a big event” “A big doing-things event” the girl nodded suspiciously. “You almost feel like you have to do things tonight” “Ok but no. This idea of having to do things... it’s kinda cliché. Isn’t New Year’s Eve just so overrated?” “Maybe. I guess you don’t need to ring in the New Year doing things… if you actually do things during the rest of the year too. But if you don’t…” Mike didn’t finish his sentence, keeping the weird theoretical conversation on a very practical matter going. “And what if I wanna start doing things tomorrow?” “Well, it’s almost tomorrow, so...” he shrugged and took Layla by her wrist, showing her her own watch. “Half past eleven? Already?” Layla emptied her glass at once and handed it to Mike, then left and went around the apartment looking for someone, finally determined. <New Year’s resolution #1: doing things>

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Sara was quietly sipping on her fruit punch when the stereo system started to blast Lambada at full volume; after she recovered from a near death by choking, she proceeded to look for the person responsible for that atrocity. Meanwhile, around her some people had begun to dance to the tune in a totally unironical way – that made her quicken her pace. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you in charge of the mixtape!” she finally gave the culprit a push from behind “You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that?” “I’ve been told, once or twice...” Stone gave her a lazy smile “What, you don’t approve of my musical choices?” “Fuck off” the girl started to walk away, then suddenly stopped “Oh, by the way: all these years you’ve been pulling my leg by saying I’m the shortest person you’ve ever known? Get your eyes checked, champ” she nodded in Demri’s direction while looking pointedly at him. “That’s because she doesn’t count – she’s like some kind of nymph” “Oh, wow, a nymph” Sara kept her deadpan face but seemed to stress the last word “And that makes me a…?” “... a person with dwarf ancestry, no doubt about it” “I hope you choke on one of those stupid pretzels you made Layla buy” she cut it short and made her way to a group of people from where Demri was calling her. “Hey, girl! I’ve been meaning to ask you: what sign are you? ‘Cause I have a faint idea of what you might be, but I wanna make sure I haven’t lost my touch” “Aquarius, what about you?” “I knew it! We’re neighbour signs, I’m a Pisces and I simply adore Aquarius people” Demri grinned enthusiastically, then looked at the others “They’re so full of knowledge and different interests, they always show you a point of view you would have never thought to see from, they-” “Ok, ok, enough with this astrology bullshit” Stone interrupted her, having apparently joined the group “We get it, you really like playing the little witch but cut us some slack, please” “Hey, it’s not bullshit! The planets are actually involved in shaping our personalit-” “Yeah? Then why Chris and I were born on the same day but he’s like that and I’m like this?” “I guess you can blame genetics for that” Sara blurted out, making Layne chuckle loudly enough to get the stink eye from the guitarist. “... that’s because you both have Sun in Cancer but were born in two completely different years, so all the other planets and signs are different too! It’s not so hard to get it, Stoney – this must be the hundredth time I’m explaining it to ya” the other girl didn’t miss a beat, and Sara could have kissed her then and there for the way she had just handed Stone’s ass to him – his embarrassed shitface was priceless. “So… how does this work? How can you actually know which planet is in which sign?” Chris seemed to show genuine interest about the topic, and Demri gave him a radiant grin. “Well, beside the birthdate you also have to take into account the time and birthplace you were born… the latitude and longitude and all those things, and you have to do some calculations to figure out the results, but you use some printed tables to help you with that” she sighed “I knew I had to bring my manual here! It’s old so the tables aren’t up to date, but they would have been good enough for our birthdates… fuck my life” “Hey, I’ve got one huge book that Layla gave me for my last birthday – if I’m not mistaken, the tables there go until 2020… I could lend it to you a few days so you can xerox the pages you need and then we could meet someplace so you can give it back to me? What do you say?” Sara didn’t have to wait for an answer because the other girl had literally jumped on her and was hugging her tightly. “You’re the best Aquarius I’ve ever met! God, I love you, you crazy, beautiful people” “I take it you approve, great” Sara chuckled “Just lemme go in my room to see where I put it – the sooner I start to look for it, the sooner you’ll be able to shed some light upon these amateurs’ miserable lives” She shot a cheeky wink in Demri’s direction and then proceeded to make her way to her room. <Who would have thought to find a fellow astrology enthusiast right here? I have to concede to Layla that, after all, giving this party wasn’t such a bad idea…> The girl smiled to herself: the day was reaching its end but it looked like it wasn’t going to be an entire failure – not something she would have expected after what had happened in the afternoon. She finally opened the door, a hand already going to flick the room’s light on, and when she turned she stood petrified. Apparently, there already were a couple of people on her bed: a girl with a blonde bob was straddling a guy – at least, the hands that were struggling to unclasp her bra seemed to belong to a man. The confirmation came when the hidden figure stuck his head out and revealed himself to be none other than Jeffrey Allen Ament. “Oh – I’m so-sorry, I’ll just go… don’t let me disturb the two of you” she muttered as stiffly as she could, then mustered all her strength and bolted out of the room.

The ice cubes in the drinks Layla had been holding in her hands were melting. She had fixed two more for Eddie and her but hadn’t approached the singer yet – and not because she couldn’t find him. There he was, sitting on the couch, totally absorbed in a conversation with Matt Lukin, who was also sharing a joint with him. Layla found herself fantasizing about what the hell those two could be talking about, whether they were having a deep philosophical debate or they were just trying to answer age-old questions like “What do teeth taste like?”, “Which armrest at the movie theater is yours?”, “Do pets name their owners?”, “Is the S or the C silent in SCENT?” The girl realized her drinks were warm and downed them both, hoping they would make her more talkative. Right after that she went to grab two beer cans from the fridge and walked through the people at the party up to Eddie at a moderately fast pace. Eddie saw her coming towards him with some anticipation and just smiled at her. “And that’s why it’s called sand, I swear to god” Lukin pointed out as she was in front of her. “And why is that?” Layla asked and Matt shot her a glance and sighed, as if she was asking a question with an obvious answer. “Because it’s between the sea and the land, of course” “Right, I’ve never thought about it!” she said as she handed one beer to Eddie. “What’s up, El? Are you having fun?” Vedder asked her and for a moment she thought that was probably the first time he called her like that: that was how Sara called her. She couldn’t say if it was a good or bad sign but didn’t think too much about it. “Yeah, the party’s been pretty successful so far… I mean, it didn’t turn into a disaster yet and nothing is on fire in the house, so yeah, everything’s alright” the girl replied and couldn’t help being surprised by the number of words which were escaping her mouth. <Couldn’t I simply say YES, WHAT ABOUT YOU? I guess it’s the alcohol speaking…> “And how come we say things are on fire while it’s actually fire being on things? Ever wondered about that?” Lukin questioned the two as he snatched the beer can from Layla’s hand “Thank you, darling” “Oh you’re welcome! And no… honestly I’ve never thought about that. Well, Eddie, can you just come with me for a second?” <Smooth, Layla, very smooth> she did a mental facepalm at how obvious she must have sounded. “What did I do?” the singer asked, suddenly alarmed, and Layla giggled and thought that he probably was too stoned to even understand shit. “Haha nothing, I just need you… err, need you for something” she pointed at somewhere vaguely around the hall with her thumb. “Uh ok, sure!” Vedder sprang up from the couch and took a last hit before handing what was left of the joint to Lukin. Layla started walking and gestured for Eddie to follow her. When he did she suddenly felt scared – actually terrified. She hadn’t practiced any speech, she hadn’t practiced anything, she just decided she’d tell him and now she had no idea how to practically do it. “Where are we going?” he talked into her ear as she was slowly walking through the people in the living room. “Uhm… just… DOWN THERE…” she didn’t turn around to answer and thought that yelling over the music was a much better option than finding herself face to face with Eddie just yet. “Are we leaving the house?” Eddie frowned as the two of them found themselves beside the front door of the apartment. “Oh no, I just, I thought of a quiet place, you know? To talk and stuff. And I think it’s quieter, here, don’t you think?” Layla said and knew that talk and stuff was up to her and it was too late to back away now. “It is. I honestly thought you wanted to save me from Lukin’s existential questions” “Hehe well, also. But I also wanted to talk to you” “Oh. About what?” a million things rushed through Eddie’s mind right then. What if she wanted to tell him she was getting back with her boyfriend? What if it was the opposite? What if it had nothing to do about them at all? What if it was just the solution to her mysterious game… <Yeah, that must be it, stop building your usual castles in the air> “About… about things and… failure, you know?” “Failure? What do you mean?” he asked confused. “I mean… you can fail either if you do things without thinking about them or if you think about things without actually doing them, right?” “Yeah…?” Eddie nodded and squinted at her, trying to guess where she was going with this. “And this is one of those there-are-two-types-of-people things. And I think I belong to the second type, I always did” “Uh-huh” “Like, I’m the one who always thinks about doing or saying stuff but rarely does. I'm that type of failure” “I have to disagree with that” “What?” Layla was surprised but also somehow relieved about Eddie interrupting her, so she could have a few seconds more to figure out what the hell she was talking about and where she was heading with all this nonsense. “You didn’t think too much about crowd surfing at our last show, well, not during our set but… I mean, you’re thoughtful and all but sometimes you’re capable of such impetuous acts. And you’re everything but a failure” Layla didn’t know if she was more surprised at what Eddie thought of her or for the fact he could use the word impetuous while high. “Well, I wish I was more impetuous in everyday life and not just at rock concerts” “Why are you telling me this?” “It’s… it’s just Mike’s fault!” “Mike?” “Yeah, we were talking about New Year’s resolutions and stuff like that” “Do you wanna know what my resolution is?” Eddie asked, still suspicious about the whole conversation. <So is that what it’s all about? New Year’s small talk?> “Yes, please” “Well… my resolution for 1991 is… to record this album and not to suck too much, to finally try and make an actual living of this thing that everybody in my family calls a hobby, you know? To play as many shows as I can. And not be fired by Stone” Eddie said and he wanted to add Kiss you to the list but he wasn’t intoxicated enough to say that out loud. “Oh well, that’s a very interesting bunch of resolutions” “What about yours? Being more impetuous and…?” “And…” <And tell you that I’ve been thinking about you, a lot. I think about you even when you’re right there with me. Like, I’m even thinking about you right now. Basically I always think about you. But not in a creepy way. It’s not like I’m listening at your door all the time. I’ve actually done it only once. Or twice. It’s not like I check the time when you get back home at night when I’m casually awake. Because it’s not like I stay awake on purpose waiting for you when you’re out at night. It’s definitely not like I picture your face while listening to your tape when you’re not around. It’s not like I listen to that cassette all the fucking time or anything. Well, to the casual observer of my thoughts it may look like I’m kinda creepy, like I’ve been thinking of you in a marginally creepy way… Oh my god, why am I telling you this? Wait, I’m not actually telling you! It’s all in my head so… nevermind> “... and get my master’s degree and find a real job. And get back into swimming” <See? I’m totally not thinking about you at all> “That’s cool” “Well, I used to be a pro. I can’t be a pro anymore, I don’t wanna be, I just wanna do it more. I just love being in the water” “I see. I love that too” Eddie agreed and came closer as Layla backed up until she had her back against the door. At the same time, without knowing, they were both thinking about being in the water together. “Anyway, I’m sure you’re gonna reach all your goals. If the record is half as good as the demo, then it’ll be huge” Layla snapped out of her water fantasy, while out of the corner of her eye she spotted an ocean blue sparkly blur pushing its way through the living room and running across the hallway behind Eddie’s back. “Wow, well, thank you” the guy was inches away from her but she was now focused on her friend, getting into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. <What the fuck is happening?> “... I gotta pee” “Huh?” “Yeah, gotta go. It’s almost midnight so… see you next year, hahaha” she nervously added and walked away, just like that, leaving a confused Eddie staring at the front door.

“Seems like she’s conjuring that book directly from Mars” Stone dead-panned: it had been a while ever since he had seen Sara going into her room. This time Layne didn’t laugh at him but thanks to his remark – to his wounded ego’s relief – and had instantly gained a slap on the nape provided by his girlfriend. “The more time passes, the more insufferable you become, Stoney” Demri huffed “It’s like you have some kind of biological need to pester anyone who has the misfortune of being on your way-nevermind! My ally has come out of the cave unscathed!” she added, after seeing the other girl finally exiting the room. Stone turned again and there she was, striding through the hallway like some sort of acid-tripped Starry Night. “Huh, looks like her treasure hunt didn’t go well” Layne remarked, noticing how her hands were empty; furthermore, she kept on walking without sparing their group a single glance until she disappeared from their view. “Annnnnd she’s gone” Chris clicked his tongue and raised his glass high in some sort of toast to Sara. “She’s gone but the real question is: where is she going?” Staley looked alternatively at his girlfriend, Cornell and Gossard, the latter remaining suspiciously silent. “And why?” Chris added after taking a sip. “Why? Well, given the expression on her face and the fact she didn’t seem to give a shit about us or the rest of the world, I think it’s pretty obvious she’s upset for something… or someone” Demri pointed out “But that could be just my stupid Pisces intuition talking, don’t mind me” <Tsk, it doesn’t take an astrologist to tell that the girl’s fucking mad> Stone thought but it wasn’t until he spotted a very well-known person in the corner that it all clicked in his mind. When he saw Jeff rushing into the hallway, looking around, followed by a blonde girl who was talking to him while fixing her shirt, it all started making sense. <That poor excuse for a vertebrate….> the guitarist shook his head and scrubbed his hand across his face in frustration. “I need a drink” he said, excusing himself from the small circle of friends, and apparently walked up into the kitchen. Instead, he made a bee line to wherever Sara went.

“Sara? Come on, Sara! What’s up? Just tell me if you’re ok in there” Layla had been knocking on the bathroom’s door for a couple of minutes when Eddie first and Stone soon after showed up behind her. “What’s happening?” the guitarist tried to assess the situation, without mentioning what he had just witnessed. “It’s Sara,” the other guy answered him, while Layla proceeded to increase the knocking’s intensity, hoping to bother the other girl enough to let her into the bathroom “I think she’s not feeling good” “Oh – you think it has something to do with the food? Or maybe there are too many people in here and she felt dizzy...” Stone kept on feigning ignorance about the real cause of the girl’s distress. “I don’t know, it could be? Layla and I just happened to see her run in this direction and decided to follow her to see what we could do, but she doesn’t seem to be willing to cooperate with us” “And can you tell us what are you doing here, Stone?” Layla huffed, upset because her best friend still had to answer to her pleas to open the door “The less people we are, the more chances we have to make her feel a bit better” “Nothing, I swear I was up to nothing” he raised his hands “I was just going to get myself something to drink when I saw you guys quickly walking in this direction and thought that I should check on you, that’s all” “What if she… you know… took something and…” Eddie scratched his nape, casually speculating, but Layla and Stone shushed him up almost at the same time. “What? No way, man” “Sara’s not into that stuff. I know what happened. It’s all Jeff’s fault” the girl pointed out and Gossard was surprised to hear that. <Did she see them too?> he wondered. But if that was the case, he was mostly surprised that Layla would mention it at all. “Why Jeff? What did he do?” the singer questioned, thinking of another typical round of Sara and Jeff quarrelling and being at each other’s throat. Eddie thought maybe Jeff could have gone too far this time. “I told him to go to Pike Place Market but I bet he didn’t!” she said, still frantically pounding on the door. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Stone had no idea what was going through the girl’s head and looked at Eddie, who seemed equally perplexed. “It took him little time to do all the grocery shopping I asked him to do for the party. I specifically told him to go to Pike Place to buy seafood but he came back with some low quality prawns he must have bought in some fucking convenience store or something closer to home. Sorry Sara, I should have known better!” the girl added the last sentence directly addressing the bathroom door in a louder voice. Stone laughed internally at Layla’s assumption, whereas Eddie thought she must be really worried if she used the F word. “Well, darling, if it makes you feel any better I’m not hearing retching sounds coming from the inside, so I think the food poisoning hypothesis can be excluded” the guitarist patted her on the shoulder, but she kept on knocking on the door. “I’m sorry to inform you that I won’t feel better until my best friend comes out of the cave! She doesn’t know it yet, but I make a damn good Jack Torrance impression and I’m honestly itching to let her see it” “... ouch, maybe it’s better if I go looking for something to drink for her, the situation is quickly escalating” Eddie added and began to walk in the kitchen’s direction, hoping to find something for himself as well. “Please, let it be some chamomile tea because she doesn’t need any more Godzilla fuel” Stone shouted at him, avoiding a brutal push from Layla, who had heard everything. “Can’t you just stop being sassy for a minute? I’m worried, for real, can’t you see it?” “You don’t need to be, trust me. Sara’s ok, nothing happened, really” “How can you say that?” the girl felt he was keeping something from her. “Because I know” “And how do you know?” “Because… Well, I was there so I know what happened. And it was nothing. Sara is just making a scene for nothing – which is typical of her, lemme tell ya” “Why do I feel you’ve got something to do with that nothing that happened?” Layla looked at him suspiciously. <I knew he was up to something the moment he arrived! After all, he was talking to her like five minutes before she fled into the bathroom, it must be Stone’s fault!> “Ok ok, I give in! I’ll confess.” Stone raised his hands as a defeat sign and said the first thing that came up to his mind “We were discussing movies and I just shared one maybe slightly unpopular opinion” “That is…?” “I just said that Martin Scorsese is overrated” “YOU SAID WHAT?” “I mean, he directed a bunch of pretty decent movies but-” “A bunch of decent movies? Did you use these exact words?” Layla now could see why Sara wouldn’t want anything to do with the world outside the bathroom. “Yeah, more or less. Anyway, he did something good but… err, I just find him so boring, you know” “Well I think I can speak on behalf of Sara and say you can stick your unpopular opinion up to your you-know-where and apologize to her, Martin and the movie industry” she folded her arms and started tapping her toe as if she was actually waiting for apologies. “And that was what I was expecting, I was expecting her to tell me to fuck off as usual but she just up and left. Maybe she’s in a bad mood” Stone shrugged and silently prayed for the girl to believe his bullshit. “Yeah, she’s been in a weird mood all day” Layla recalled her friend disappearing the whole afternoon and then reacting strangely during their drinking game. “I’ll apologize to her” “Good. Just do it” “But… I can’t do it if you stay here” “Hahaha and why? Are you shy all of a sudden?” “It’s hard for me, you know” “Are you like the poor man’s version of the Fonz? Who can’t physically say I’m sorry?” “Sort of…” “I don’t know if I can leave you and Sara alone, can I trust you?” she sincerely asked. “Oh for fuck’s sake, sure you can! I’m not Jeff” Stone retorted and his remark had multiple meanings but Layla could only grasp one of them, the most obvious one. “Ok, come on Sara, tell this guy off and get out of here! It’s almost midnight!” she addressed her friend again with one last weak knock on the bathroom door and then went back into the living room. “Scout, the coast is clear… now you can come out” Stone had waited for Layla to disappear before addressing again the door; there was silence, when finally a croaky voice came from inside the bathroom. “... that makes you Boo Radley, I suppose” The guitarist smiled to himself: “I guess it does” “I appreciate the sentiment but I just wanna stay alone” “And monopolize the bathroom for the whole evening? Nuh-uh, missy, I won’t all-” “Stoney, what are you doing here, talking with the bathroom door?” a wild McCready appeared out of thin air, looking at his bandmate in a mildly concerned way. “Just trying to find out if it’s made of oak or pine” “Well, try to get an answer really soon because I must go inside!” “Jeez, Mikey, you know you can smoke from the balcony, right? Nobody’s going to call the police” “What did you understand??” Mike grabbed him by the shoulders and started to shake him “I already did that, we’re talking about another kind of emergency!” “What? You lost your contacts and need to put in another pair?” “I NEED TO SHIT! There, I said it! Are you happy, now???” “... you could have done it from the start” “That’s what I was trying to do” “... too bad we have another emergency going on, so you should find another suitable place for your crap – literally” “WHAT THE FUC-” “In your shoes, I wouldn’t get excited… you never know when shit’s about to hit the fan” “Fuck off you and your shitty puns, Stone! Where am I supposed to go??” Mike whined, shifting his weight from one leg to another with little jumps. “I don’t know, you could shit in Jeff’s bass case? Or hidden behind the ficus plants, but pay attention because Elias might still be lurking there…” “I’m going to knock on some apartment doors and the first that opens to me is gonna be the chosen savior!” McCready made his way to the front door, but stopped halfway “Don’t think I’m gonna forget how merciless you’ve been with me, I’m having mine served cold” “Hope you’re not talking about your imminent masterpiece, Cready…” “FUCK OFF, STONE” and, thus said, the victim ran outside the VedderAment residence. Gossard let out a huge breath of relief, then turned again towards the door: “Now, where were we?”

#eddie vedder #jeff ament #Pearl Jam #eddie vedder fanfiction #pearl jam fanfiction #grunge fanfiction #jeff ament fanfiction #Birds of a Feather #chapters

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val-aquenta · 3 years

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Here for the Jedi June prompt: There is no chaos, there is harmony.

Sorry this one’s also late, but being busy on Saturday pushed both of these back hehe.

Here on ao3

10 years was more than enough time in the desert. Force, even one minute was all it took to tire of the constant sweltering heat and blasting sand of Tatooine. The place was barely habitable with its krayt dragons and sandstorms and heat, and yet it managed to hold so much life regardless. Obi-Wan had to respect and admire the Tatooine natives for remaining so long on the planet. The Jawas who remained, and the Tuskens who prospered in the arid landscape. He felt he was… withering away here, parts of him chipping away and disappearing into the sand. He would not last long as they did, but he had to endure a while more. For Luke.

A tear dripping dripping and then being whisked away-

A decade, though, was a long time. And Ben felt that he was falling apart. Still, he had flashes of old memories, phantom pains and feelings of burning heat, words spoken and not spoken that could have changed so much, regrets that had so much power on him, but so little power elsewhere. Even with the grounding presence of his banthas, the neighbouring Krayt dragon, and the natives that wandered the land, he felt unmoored. He was not built for this life, evident in the wrinkles on his hand, and the silver on his head.

Smooth hands in the sand, lingering warmth, the cold stone, carved-

Today, though, there was a… heightened sense of failure that hung over him quietly. A silent grief that he had learned to live with had a sharper edge today. He methodically prepared himself to go out. The last thing he wished to do today was wallow inside his home all day. He wrapped his arms in a light cream strip of fabric, tieing and pinning them beneath the flowy sleeves of the tunic that reminded him a bit too much of his old tunics, now torn and gathering dust in the depths of his closet. The lunch he had prepared was stuffed into the large pockets of his robes and that, along with his staff, was all he needed before he ventured outside.

Sand whipping burying something deep. Always changing, hiding and revealing-

Ben continued to move, unsure of his destination. He had not planned to do anything today. Vaporators were working optimally, the banthas were grazing far from home, the Krayt was silent, and Luke was… hidden away. He had, well, nothing to do really. He’d always thought he’d have a purpose with the Jedi, a purpose to serve the Republic’s citizens, and yet, it seemed not so.

Bloody hands and symbols on a grey stone, a tear and another dropping-

The cloak snapped behind him, the only sound other than the shifting sands that followed him. His staff descended into the orange sands, leaving little holes behind him as he walked. Soon, he entered a canyon and, grateful for the shade, he entered a small cave. By now the suns were at the zenith and the heat was just this side of unbearable. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan began to eat, still wondering where the Force was trying to push him. He finished with a fruit, purple with cream spots all over. It was sweet yet with a light tang, reminiscent of some delicacy he’d had in Ryloth with Qui-Gon many years ago.

A mask of fabric snapping, whipping through the wind-

Once he finished, he once more began his journey, travelling further down the canyon. He stuck to the walls, stopping every now and then to take a sip of water. Eventually, the Force pushed him back onto the dunes, so he followed dutifully. He wrapped the cloak further up and began his walk once more.

Sudden and strong enough to strip flesh from bone, struggling to move through the-

The sun beat down mercilessly as the Force slowly drew him to a stop. The presence which had guided him slowly and kindly nudging him through the desert dissipated as quickly as it had begun to push him here. He huffed, slightly annoyed, but looked around him nonetheless. It looked very… normal. It looked exactly like every part of Tatooine that ever existed. Dry, hot, and incredibly boring. “What is it? Why bring me here?” The Force stayed quiet, and Ben sighed. He had not exactly expected the Force to answer, but there was always hope it would.

A grief as loud and powerful as the sand moving. Loss and a yawning chasm, empty and silent and dark and-

Ben kneeled in the sand, staff held loosely across his lap, and closed his eyes, careful that his hood blocked out most of the light. Slowly his breaths went in and out, and he began to meditate on the location and its mystery. Time passed as he examined the location with his senses, and he felt the wind pick up, jostling his robe. There was an imprint in the Force, loneliness and grief that felt strangely familiar. A pain that seemed to be controlled yet so very vast. Ben chased the feeling until he realised exactly what happened and he pulled himself from it, shaking with fear and anger. “No…” He breathed, refusing to touch the memory embedded here that brought slight shame to him even all these years past. “No.”

Hands shaking as they carved and kept carving and kept moving and-

He opened his eyes finally to be surprised by the sandstorm rolling in. Cursing as he leapt up, he began to walk home rapidly, wishing that he had not been so foolish to walk so far from his home. Despite that, Ben knew that, deep down, he would never have ignored the call on the Force, but he was still somewhat annoyed. A scarf was quickly tied around his mouth and goggles fit onto his head. Quickly, the sandstorm began to pick up, and soon it was a roaring mass around his ears that, with some aid from the Force, he was able to keep from harming him. He blinked, memories bleeding into the present for just a moment.

Stumbling stumbling, no purpose here. Just sand and more sand and all of them-

It had been a day similar to this when a sandstorm had rolled past, unexpected by all except the old woman from the fruit stalls. He’d been caught then, by surprise, while he had laid a stone amid the dune sea. Obi-Wan, because parts of him had still been so Obi-Wan back then, had snapped, and the tears had started and started and not stopped, the only saving grace being his hasty use of the Force, expelling the sand from hitting his face and gouging deep. He’d mourned there, even during the sandstorm, carving that stone until his hands had begun to bleed. Only when he was finished had he replaced his gloves and just sat there, staring at the tiny placard, the only sign of remembrance of his family that he had. The Jedi Order’s symbol, a phoenix rising with a beam of light was beautiful, and already being covered by sand. The names of his friends, of his family, were already being smoothed out by sand. He’d almost wished, for just a moment that he had also been buried in the sand with them, but he had more to do in life it seemed, so he had stood and left, the pain almost bringing him back down, crashing to the sand.

Granule by granule, covering them up, swallowing them until nothing was there.

The Force danced, just out of reach, still trying to lead him back, and Ben almost felt like ignoring out of pettiness, but he only groaned and turned back. He trudged back moodily, cresting the dune and then tripping and receiving a faceful of sand. He lay there for a moment out of frustration before he stood and twisted to see what he’d tripped over. On the gleaming sand, accompanied by the Force’s quiet ‘I told you so’ lay his carved stone, the light grey stark against the orange sand. Ben scurried forwards and clutched onto it, resting it on his lap. He pushed some sand off, and sure enough, the symbol of the order remained. The sand had erased the shallowly carved names, but the symbol was there. Ben did not know how long he sat there, but it was long enough for the sandstorm to peter out, and for hunger to make itself known in his stomach. ‘Take it’ the Force whispered, ‘let it bring you comfort,’ and Ben listened once more. Holding onto his stone, filled with his grief and pain, Ben feel sthat it is one of the few times he has turly been at peace since he got to Tatooine, and he smiles for it.

#jedi june #jedi appreciation #obi wan kenobi #tatooine #star wars fanfic #fanfic #duna writes

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dilfbatman · 4 years

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Do you have any headcanons for Achilles?

OMGGGGGGG I AM IN LOVE W THIS QUESTION BC ACHILLES IS MY LIFELINE!!!! THANK YOU TO WHOEVER SENT THIS IN I LOVE YOU OMFG (can you tell i’m excited and that i love tsoa)

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- it’s clear and blatantly obvious to everyone who’s ever laid eyes on achilles that he’s the most beautiful person on the planet, he looks like a painting & greek statue brought to life, he knows his beauty but honestly doesn’t always give that much thought to it - it’s very natural to him

- i think he has a melodic, deep voice that literally is one of the best sounds you’d hear in your life

- achilles eyes look like the softest green grass, looks like a light shade of mint, looks like sea green! his hair is like a halo of golden strands - his skin is pretty soft and a golden tan color, has the most lovely smile and laugh and no one can resist this beautiful bastard

- multi-talented obviously, he’s an ace at everything he does and never comes in last, is a winner in all aspects and while he has pride in this, he cares more about how he himself is emotionally after meeting patroclus, he takes more pride in his love, compassion, and humanity due to his adoration of patroclus

- he took up art & sculpting because he wanted to paint patroclus and put it on his wall and wanted to sculpt patroclus’ body because that would require very deep research if you catch my drift

- achilles smells like honey & almonds, pomegranates, and the sea and it’s intoxicating

- one time he ran over to see patroclus to go talk to him and that’s one of the only times in his life that he lost his footing and fell on his face kdksks patroclus was like “OMG ARE YOU OKAY???” and achilles like the smooth dude he is gave a thumbs up, groaned, and said “looks like i fell for you” and patroclus just thought “bro why am i love w him”

- achilles is a fellow bastard clown! he’s a bad bitch and that’s that on THAT

- idk why i think achilles is a scorpio kdjdnd he has that Energy

- achilles is a master strategizer and also runs on his impulses, the most important thing in the universe to him is patroclus and his goal was/is/always will be to keep him safe & protected

- i’ve seen fanart of them as modern characters and i’m........ i’m in LOVE w that.

- achilles would be the most popular guy in school bc he’s beautiful, nice, honest, trustworthy, and intelligent (he’s the captain of the varsity track team, lead his team to GOLD!) but while he is considered popular he literally doesn’t notice and only hangs out w patroclus, and patroclus is a sweet, soft, beautiful boy whomst everyone is in love with bc he’s just so damn sweet and helpful and he is the president of the poetry club and achilles joins and just fawns over him the entire time

- ok modern au over (it will never be over for me let it be known i will make as many headcanons for modern!patrochilles as possible you just gotta let me know if you want it <3)

- i think that achilles is most drawn and comfortable at the sea, not so much because his mother is thetis but because in the sea all he has to do is let the current take him and the color of the sea which is a beautiful turquoise brings him happiness (because one time patroclus wore a tunic that same color, and that day he was so happy, so now that’s achilles favorite color)

- achilles is known to be very honest and simple? but i just think that he has no room for fallacies and just wants to lay it all out on the table, he believes in action and esp when it comes to love, he wants to experience it fully bc he knows gods, demigods, anyone and everyone doesn’t always get to experience true love & he has that with patroclus

- achilles is taller than patroclus & likes to hold stuff above his head bc it makes patroclus pout and he has to climb and give achilles a kiss (except one time patroclus just kicked achilles in the shin and had a shit eating grin bc hehe that’s funny and he deserved it)

- when achilles laughs, birds start chirping + sun starts shining brighter + world looks more beautiful / when he’s angry, the world has a dark tinge to it, the currents are hazardous, and there’s a sense of dread in the air (but don’t worry, achilles is often happy w patroclus bc i said so)

- yes it’s known that achilles has rage in him and honestly can i blame him for that? to be told from a young age you’d be a god, to be trained separately from everyone and have your life not even be your own, to have it be a means to an end for the other gods - he only reallly realizes that when he meets patroclus - bc patroclus is HIS own sweet, precious person that he has in his life that wants the best for achilles - that there’s more to his life and that there’s more to achilles as person. patroclus doesn’t care about glory & pride and just wants to love and grow old w achilles and vice versa - philtatos - most beloved.

- achilles has such top energy djjdjdjd the way he made patroclus blush so much and did the “have i spoken of this?” shit bro i done Lost My Mind

- and pivoting to a whole 180 do you remember when......... THAT scene happened and achilles fell to the ground ripping his hair out, crying his eyes out, raging at the gods and screaming so painfully it broke chords in my heart? how he defied FATE and the gods were scared bc oh my god he loved patroclus so much, he was both numb and sorrowful without him? how he said “there’s no bargains between lions & men, i will kill you and eat you raw” basically noting how he would commit an act only reserved for the gods bc he was so like !!!!!!! HE JUST FUCKING LOVES PATROCLUS SO MUCH AND THEY DESERVED BETTER I KNOW IT’S THE EPITOME OF A GREEK TRAGEDY BUT THEY DESERVED LOVE

- BASICALLY I LOVE ACHILLES!!!! and they are alive and in the modern day and are in LOVE

hope you enjoyed friend!!!! i never really honestly thought about achilles headcanons bc madeline miller did THAT and ahhh bro i want there to be another TSOA i need my boys BACK <3 i love you for sending this in

#AHHHHHHH JUST FUCKING LOVE PATROCHILLES!!!!! MY MF BOYS #me to patroclus: I Love You Sweet Boy #me to achilles: Hello My Fellow Bastard Clown #patrochilles #the song of achilles #tsoa #the song of achilles headcanons #tsoa headcanons #achilles headcanons #achilles #patroclus #asks #modern!patrochilles/achilles anon #tagging as #modern!patrochilles #too bc it’s the achilles & modern!patrochilles anon hehe

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Chapter 5: The Siege (part 1)

You gaze after him until he’s out of sight again, the same strange feeling from before distracting you to the point where you only notice the footsteps when they are right behind you.

This is part of the Run series, check out the masterlist for the other chapters

Word count: 9,2k whoops

Notes: Din Djarin x fem reader. As you can probably tell by the title, this is a AU/retelling of the season 2 episode. The whole destroy-the-base-storyline is still there, but I’ve changed the story a bit so that you can have an active role in it instead of simply following Din around. It includes a scene very much inspired by this particular tiktok hehe. I had to post this in two parts since I reached the post limit lmao.

Warnings: violence, swearing, feelinggggsss owyeahh

Summary: Cara Dune and Greef Karga ask Din to help them destroy a secret Imperial base. As it turns out, you’ve just scored an invitation to the party taking place in the mansion the base is hidden beneath.

You look up from your book when the cockpit starts to get lighter by the minute. A glance outside tells you that you have entered Nevarro's atmosphere and a wide, rocky, volcanic landscape stretches out before you as far as the eye can see. Although Duugan is mostly covered in sand, the two planets are quite similar in their apparent desolation. On Duugan people are forced to settle near the places where water can be found, making agriculture -and therefore survival- possible. You’ve often gone into the desert at dusk to sit on top of a large dune and watch the sun sink into the sea of sand. The beautiful colors the sky had turned in those moments had often put you in such a state of calm and wonder that you wouldn’t return home until it was too cold to sit still any longer. Duugan is a beautiful planet and its inhabitants are warm and hospitable. Too bad your now… complicated home situation will keep you from ever returning. You didn't have many friends there, but there are certainly people apart from Samick and Avlin that you will miss. However, after all that has happened, you aren’t sure if they will trust you anymore. The stories that are undoubtedly already being spread about you don't even have to deviate very much from the truth to scare them off. Certainly not for-

'Kira!' you blurt out.

The Mandalorian startles. 'What?'

'My girlfriend', you sigh, putting your forehead in your hand in desperation. 'Well, my would-have-been-girlfriend. She probably heard of my first escape and now she's going to hear how I killed my father and several guards and fled the planet… '

Din can't stop the wave of disappointment flowing through him and forces himself to say: 'He might have survived, if they got him to a good doctor. It's not like you stabbed his heart. '

The way you slightly shrink in your chair tells him that his remark wasn't quite as uplifting as he'd hoped.

'Still', you say, 'she hates violence and I'm fleeing halfway through the galaxy. Even if I found a way to see her again, there's no way she'd even want me anymore. Ugh, I always do this!' You rub your face in frustration. 'Every time I have a good thing going with someone, my recklessness sweeps in and ruins it. Last time, my ex and I were at a bar and when a girl came onto him, my drunk ass punched her in the face.'

Din silently smiles, for more than one reason. He would pay good money to see you drunkenly punch a flirting girl.

'Also, I ... might or might not have ... thrown a knife at her. If it wasn't for the alcohol, I would've hit and probably killed her. Needless to say, he immediately broke up with me.' You cringe at the memory. 'Luckily, my dad never found out.'

A silence falls as he starts the landing. When you look out the window again, you see that you’re just outside a town that appears to have been dug out of the rocky hills. A gigantic freestanding gate gives access to a wide street that is flooded with people. Vendors advertise their wares under self-fashioned sunscreens and people walk in and out of the houses embedded in the hills. Clouds of dark dust rise up as the Crest touches down and much to your surprise, you appear to be awaited. A dark-skinned man in a long coat and a very muscular woman slowly approach the ship, while Din shuts down the engines and gets up from his seat. You hastily put your book in your bag and hesitantly stop him when he’s about to leave the cockpit.

'Look, I need you to know that I'm eternally grateful for your help', you say, looking straight at where his eyes should be. 'And I'm sorry for everything that happened to you because of me-'

‘None of the things that happened there were your fault’, he interrupts.

For a moment you are dumbfounded, not entirely sure if you agree with him. 'Still, thank you. I was so relieved when you showed up. I don't really know what I would've done if you hadn't.'

'You would've found a way', he says, sounding so sure that you look away, your cheeks reddening. 'Besides, you did the most work in that courtyard.'

‘That's not true, my brother was a great help’, you shrug shily.

For a moment, he doesn't answer. Then he remarks: 'Chavez got away.'

You manage to keep your face neutral. 'I noticed.'

'Do you think he'll come after you?'

'Nah, he's got a city to run. Besides, he wouldn't be able to find me even if I walked around with a big-ass target on my back.'

'Good.'

The pod floats after him as he climbs down the stairs and before you follow him, you quickly wipe the dust off your face and loosely re-drape your headscarf. You throw your bag over your shoulder and climb down the stairs. As you walk through the hull and past the now empty pod to the lowered platform, voices reach your ears.

'And you, come here, little one! Has Mando been taking good care of you, huh?'

You smile at the tone clearly intended for the childs and hesitate for a moment, fiddling with your dress.

'Looks like you two have been busy', you hear the Mandalorian say.

'I myself have been steeped in clerical work', says the other male voice again. 'Marshal Dune here is to be thanked for cleaning up the town.'

Your hand grabs the handle of the dagger on your belt for a moment and with a deep sigh you muster all your courage. Then you step into the sunlight and walk down the platform to where two pairs of eyes immediately turn to you. All of a sudden you are very aware that you’re still dressed in your red wedding dress and that the gold paint on your arms glistens in the sunlight. Even though you've put your jewelry in your bag, you know you're more out of place than a shellfish in the desert. Determined not to show Din’s two friends your nervousness, you stop next to the bounty hunter.

'I knew I saw a beautiful face looking down on us,' the man says jovially, still holding the child, who clearly met him before, in his arms. 'Aren't you going to introduce us to your lovely companion, Mando?'

'These are Greef Karga and Cara Dune', says Din, after which he introduces you to them.

'Nice to meet you', you smile politely.

Dune sizes you up, no doubt wondering why the hell you look so dressed up.

'Where are you from?', she asks.

'Duugan.'

'Ah. How do you know this guy?'

'He... got me out of a bad place. Literally.'

She nods slowly and seems to settle for this vague answer for now. Then she turns to Din. 'Come, I want to show you something.'

As you pass through the meter-high gate, you ask nobody in particular: 'Is there a market here somewhere? I could use a new outfit.'

Karga points to a street on your left.

'There is a bazaar over there', he replies. 'You can meet us at my office when you're done.'

'Thanks! See ya'.'

You turn into the street before you can hesitate, your dress blowing in the wind. The staring eyes of the locals don’t escape you and you suddenly can't wait to get changed. The only other piece of clothing you have with you is your blue dress, which was still in your bag and is no less notable, so you will have to get some practical clothes. When you enter the network of streets full of shops and stalls, where many others are also doing their shopping at the moment, you curiously let your gaze glide over the merchandise. In addition to clothing, the vendors offer beautifully woven carpets, household items and all kinds of food that you’ve never seen before, from prickly fruit to delicious-smelling soup and crates full of strange-shaped nuts. As the chaotic mixture of scents enter your nose, you suddenly realize how hungry you are. A little later you’re, now a large piece of vegetable pie richer, looking at a stall with bizarre fruit, when a rough voice catches your attention.

'What’s a girl dressed like you doing on a planet like this?'

Annoyed, you look back at the messy-dressed boy who is looking at you with a grin that promises nothing good. Wisely, you decide not to dignify his question with an answer and turn back to the fruit, munching on the cake.

'Hey, I asked you something!'

Ignoring the boy, you point to a bright yellow egg-shaped fruit and ask the seller what it is. Just as he starts to answer, a strong hand grabs your pie-arm.

'Don't ignore me, you bitch!', the boy snarls.

Within a second, the point of your dagger is against his throat. His face turns white as a sheet and when the grip on your arm loosens, you calmly take another bite of your cake. He raises his hands defensively and walks back slowly, but you don't lower the dagger just yet.

'No need to get all aggressive', he grumbles, suddenly not so brave anymore.

You snort at his hypocrisy and look at him with your signature penetrating look.

'Don't you dare lay a hand on me', you growl. 'If you get near me again, I will literally stab you in the fucki- oh, dresses!'

Suddenly, you’ve forgotten all about the creep and you walk right past him to the stall on the other side of the street, while he looks at you in confusion and then quickly runs off. With your dagger still in your hand, you admire the simple but practical-looking clothing on display. The green-skinned salesman is watching you nervously, happy with the interest but a little afraid of your weapon. Just as your gaze falls on a long, dark green skirt, a warm smile reaches your ear. To your right stands a blond-haired young man wearing a light blouse and dark brown trousers, his hands in his pockets. The smile on his face is entirely different from that of the other boy, yet you don't put your dagger away just yet and you stay where you are.

'You'd think people were smart enough not to mess with heavily armed women’, he says, amused.

You give him a smile. 'There are stupid people on every planet.'

'I'm sure you're right.' He strolls over and holds out his hand. 'I'm Hal.'

After a moment's hesitation, you put the dagger back into its sheath and shake his hand.

‘Our friend handled it quite badly, but he asked the question that the whole town would undoubtedly want an answer to', Hal says as you put the last piece of cake in your mouth, wipe your hand on your dress and pick up the skirt to get a better look at it. 'Don't get me wrong, you look... beautiful. But… well… why?'

You raise an eyebrow at him and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

'Sorry, I phrased that wrong. You're clearly not from around here and you look like you're dressed for some kind of occasion. I just...'

You decide to put him out of his misery for both your sakes.

'This is traditional Duuganese bridal attire.'

'Oh.' Hal blushes and unconsciously takes a step back. 'In that case, congratulations.'

'I didn't get married,' you say, just a little too quickly, smiling encouragingly. 'They couldn't make me.'

'Ah, well, good for you', he says with relief in his voice. 'So that's what brought you to Nevarro, then? You escaped?'

You almost cringe and force yourself to nod.

'Yeah', you sigh. ‘And that's why I desperately need new clothes. I didn't exactly have time to pack my bags.'

'Sounds like you've been through a lot, lately', he responds softly.

You absently rub your thumb on the fabric of the skirt in your hands. 'I guess I have.'

Then you quickly pull yourself back to the present and hold the pleated skirt in front of you. It falls mid-calf and appears to be your size.

'You could probably use something fun to put your mind off things', says Hal, while you grab a baggy white blouse from the stall. 'How about you keep that beautiful dress on for a little longer?'

You pay the vendor for the skirt and the blouse and then take a good look at Hal. You can't deny you find him attractive and he seems very aware of the fact that he shouldn’t get on your bad side if he doesn't want to meet one of your weapons.

'What do you propose?'

As you enter the small building where, according to a friendly local, the magistrate resides, you hear a familiar voice, which tells you that you’re in the right place.

'And you wanna mop up the last of the Imperial force before they do.'

'Mando, I just want them off my planet.'

'If we could take out that one last base, Nevarro would be completely safe', you hear Dune say. 'We could be a trade anchor for the entire sector. And the planet would finally be free. We just need a way into Mayweather's place.'

You walk into the room and Dune quickly clicks away a projection, but your attention is already drawn.

'Did you say Mayweather?', you ask curiously. 'As in Tomas Mayweather?'

Dune and Karga exchange glances. It’s the latter who answers.

'You know him?'

'Yeah,' you say, putting down your now very heavy bag, 'or, rather, my father does. Say about him what you want, but my dad sure was well-connected. I only met him once, years ago, when he came to Duugan for business. I didn't know he was from Nevarro. Why do you need to get into his house?'

'There's an old Imperial base hidden underneath his mansion', Din replies. 'We need to take out the skeleton crew stationed there.'

'What stopped you guys from kicking them out before?'

'Mayweather is an influential and wealthy man', Dune explains. 'Most of the businesses in town are his. We can't just waltz in there. Besides, we don't have the manpower or the watertight proof for it.'

'Why would he even hide them?'

Dune shrugs. 'Presumably, he gets paid handsomely for the protection his status gives them.'

'So you need a way in', you repeat with a straight face.

Karga squints suspiciously. 'Yes, we said that.'

You dramatically put your hands together in a thoughtful gesture, visibly enjoying the little play you're now putting on.

'If only there was some kind of big event to keep him distracted', you muse exaggeratingly. 'Something that would make him feel secure and not suspect that people are coming for him...'

'What are you getting at?', Dune asks, unable to hide her curiosity.

You spread your arms.

'A little birdie told me he's having a party later', you reveal with a big grin. 'And guess who's invited!'

'Nothing yet?'

The modulated voice in your ear almost makes you jump as you lean against the city gate, your hands behind your back and your jewelery softly jingling in the wind. You’re not quite used to the communication device hidden in your ear, which creates a non-stop connection between you and the Mandalorian’s helmet, since you need to be reachable and it would look highly suspicious if you were constantly sticking your finger in your ear to switch it on and off. Besides, you wouldn't even know how -Samick had often teasingly called you “technologically challenged”. The fact that Din can hear what you are doing and saying at all times makes you more nervous than you care to admit. Before you left, you made sure to go to the toilet and you don't plan on drinking anything all night, lest he has to hear things neither of you want him to. However nervous you may be, his digital presence does reassure you somewhat. After all, you’re about to go to the lion's den with a boy you barely know, who was supposed to pick you up at the city gate five minutes ago.

'No', you mutter with a sigh.

You look around again, but no trace of Hal. To be honest, you also have no idea how he’s planning to pick you up, so you don't know what kind of vehicle to look out for. Mayweather's villa is located in the hills outside the city, which means walking is not an option.

Hal had mentioned that guns are not allowed at parties like this one, but you’ve casually ignored that. You did leave your blasters behind, as well as your daggers, but your six throwing knives -which can also be held and used at close range- are attached to your legs. Dresses really do lend themselves well to hiding things on one’s legs. Few have the guts to search there without good reason.

Your gaze lands on the Razor Crest, which is parked a stone's throw from the gate. A couple of figures scurry around the ship, probably busy with some maintenance or refilling the fuel tank. For a moment you consider checking with Mando, but then you decide against it. He probably has better things to do, like preparing for the operation.

The plan had sounded pretty simple: you infiltrate the party and make sure that Mayweather doesn’t get wind of what goes on beneath his feet, while Din, Karga and Dune sneak into the base and place explosives, after which you set a small fire and ensure that everyone clears the villa before it blows up. Not everyone at this party will be an Imperial sympathizer, so you made sure they added that last part to the plan. If you can help it, you don't want more innocent blood on your hands. Plus, everyone will be so busy with the fire that no one will pay attention to what's going on downstairs. Mythrol, a nervous man with blue skin and fins on his head, will take the others to the base with his landspeeder. The tension between him and Mando had been palpable; they've undoubtedly met before and given Mando's profession, you can probably guess why Mythrol was so nervous.

'Are you sure Mayweather won't recognize you?'

'No,’ you admit, 'but it's been at least ten years and I don't exactly look the same as I did then. And even if he recognizes me, it's still not the end of the world. I can't imagine he's already heard about my… actions. '

'Let's hope so.'

'Where's the kid, by the way?’, you ask.

You don't remember seeing him in Karga's office.

'School', is the short answer.

You blink, confused about the lack of context, still not quite used to how frugal the Mandalorian is with his words. Not that you can blame him; he probably used to be alone most of the time and the child is not exactly a great conversation partner, as he never replies -not in a language you or Din speak, that is. You’re not quite sure whether he actually understands what people are saying to him. Though, he seems to listen to Din. When he wants to, anyway.

Then a yellow two-person speeder enters your field of vision. It’s coming straight for the city gate and after a while, you recognize Hal's blonde hair.

'He's coming', you announce softly, while standing up and waving at him.

Your heart starts beating faster and for a moment you feel guilty for abusing his kindness.

‘It's the right thing to do’, you silently remind yourself. ‘This is best for Nevarro.’

'Alright’, the man's voice sounds in your ear again. And, a moment later, as if he was hesitating, he adds: 'Be careful.'

A strange but warm feeling seems to wrap you in an invisible blanket, but the speeder is already so close that you can’t react without being noticed.

'Hey, Hal', you greet -partly to make that clear- when he comes to a stop right in front of you.

'Hey, sorry I'm late!', the young man shouts cheerfully. 'Jump in!'

You climb into the speeder and while Hal smoothly gets the speeder moving again, you mumble, only audible by the gods thanks to the sound of the engines: 'Oh Adur, give me strength...'

'How close do you want me to drop you off?'

Mythrol nervously eyes the area as he maneuvers the speeder through the pass, half expecting stormtroopers to show up at any moment to turn him into a smoking pile of blue pulp.

'How' bout the front door?', Karga says coolly.

'It's a little close for a civilian, isn't it?', he protests cautiously.

'I got two choices for ya’', Karga says sternly. 'You take us in and I knock a hundred years off your debt.'

Mythrol isn't sure if he wants to hear the other option. 'Or?'

'Or I leave ya' out here to walk home with whatever's left in your humidity vest and maybe the stormtroopers won't kill your blue ass before you dry out.'

'It's not much of a choice, is it?', the blue man grumbles under his breath.

The speeder quickly soars between the rocky walls towering over them, to where soon a large metal door emerges: the deserted-looking entrance to the Imperial base. Mythrol brings the speeder to a halt.

'All right, we can't go any further than this', he declares.

When the others get out, he stays seated, looking around and ready to fly away at the first sign of danger. Dune takes a look at the control panel next to the door, which is large enough to get a sizable spaceship through. Din scans the area, but the software in his helmet shows no signs of immediate danger. If he listens carefully, he can hear music coming from above them, where the party in the villa is clearly already in full swing. He had noticed that you didn't leave all of your weapons behind and he feels relieved for it. Judging from your story, Hal isn't the one he's concerned about. The question remains whether Mayweather will recognize you -and more importantly, whether he knows about the events on Duugan. If he has been warned about you, he also knows that you came with a Mandalorian. What conclusions he draws from that information is anyone's guess.

'We have a problem.' Dune's voice pulls him away from his pondering. She points to the panel. 'I recognise this technology. This security takes ages to override and if we do even one thing wrong, it'll send off an alarm.'

'And then our element of surprise is blown', Karga grumbles. 'They'll be way more on guard after that.'

'All right', Mythrol interrupts, starting the speeder again. 'I'm headed back. Hit me up on the comm, we can set up a rendezvous time. '

Karga whirls on him, losing his temper with the nervous employee.

'You park your gills right there until I say otherwise', he snarls.

'I'm starting to dehydrate, boss', Mythrol whines.

'Okay, how does thirty more years off your debt sound?'

He frowns thoughtfully and then sighs. 'Can you at least be quick about it?'

'We could be a whole lot quicker about it if we could get our hands on an access key', Dune says, with a meaningful look to the Mandalorian.

He understands the signal and unmutes his end of the comm. 'Can you hear me?' A clearly fake cough tells him you can't talk. 'We need a key to get in without alerting anyone. It should look like a thin bar about half the size of your hand. Can you get us one?'

You cough affirmatively and he mutes himself again.

'Are you sure that's a good idea?', Karga asks.

'She's our best shot', Din says evasively.

'Why was she traveling with you, anyway?', Dune wants to know.

He looks at her and carefully formulates his answer. ‘She needed a way out and I got caught up in the situation. We got away eventually. Got my ass handed to me a couple of times in the process, though. '

Dune gives him a wicked grin. 'I would've loved to see that.'

He wisely refrains from dignifying that with an answer. The cuts you caused in Lossith have not yet healed and still hurt with certain movements. You’d known very well where to hit him. By now you’d offered to bandage them four times, but he’d politely declined, insisting that you had every right to defend yourself. Besides the fact that the Creed wouldn’t allow it, he can't stand the idea of your touch on his skin for some reason. The thought alone is enough to spark something deep inside his chest.

Suddenly he misses the sound of your voice in his helmet and he thinks back to the ride here, during which he was listening to how you told Hal about the Duuganese gods.

‘On Duugan we worship four gods', you’d explained. 'We have two suns and one moon. Dedis is the largest sun. He is the god of wisdom and the harvest, because his light allows things to grow. Adur is the smaller sun and Dedis' younger brother, as well as the god of dawn and strength. He goes down first and rises first and often quarrels with his brother, who always has the last word - that's why he goes down last. When they’re gone, Qalla, the goddess of the moon and water, appears. She watches over the dreamers at night and keeps the nightly travelers safe. Finally, you have Yris, the goddess of the ground under our feet. She gives life to all that breathes on Duugan.' You laughed shortly. 'Admittedly, there aren't many of those on such a dry planet -you know how it is- but still. All four of them protect us in their own way. That's a very comforting thought when you’re fleeing through the galaxy. '

His gaze travels up to the mansion again and a silent prayer floats up to the sky as well.

'Maker, keep her safe.'

Seemingly casually, you lean on the handrail that prevents you from falling off the gallery. From the open second floor, which wraps around the large courtyard, you can see just about the entire party. Nevarro's contemporary fashion is a true spectacle to behold: women are wearing brightly coloured dresses and they’ve created the most bizarre and elaborate braided updos with their hair, while men walk around in loose-fitting and equally colourful clothes. Their hairdos are even more striking: apparently it is a trend among the wealthy to grow a big mustache and sculpt it into curly shapes -the races that can do that, at least. In addition to humans, you have also recognized a Rodian, whose green reptile skin and antennae are unmistakable, and a beautiful female Twi'lek with copper-colored headtails. An energetic group of musicians is playing cheerful music and a couple of guests are dancing to the beat. Your eyes slide over the dozens of guests and land on Mayweather, who is busy talking to a small group of men. His red hair stands out against his bright blue robes and on his hands, with which he gestures enthusiastically, a number of large rings sparkle in the sunlight coming through the skylights. Luckily he doesn't seem to have noticed you yet, clearly busy with his job as host. Moreover, you’re positioned somewhat concealed behind one of the columns that carry the roof above your head and the storey you’re standing on.

Who would have a key to the hidden base? Mayweather, of course, but it would be too ambitious and dangerous to steal his. The various waiters, their beige robes a strong contrast with the colorful guests, probably have no business going down there. The security, on the other hand...

You push yourself up from the balustrade and hurry towards the stairs, the heels of your shoes clicking on the turquoise tiles covering the floors. Hal has been getting you something to drink for about five minutes now, so you have to be quick if you want to avoid him. Fortunately, even in this dress, you don't stand out too much from the rest of the attendees. Once downstairs, you move smoothly through the partying crowd, making sure you steer clear of Mayweather, towards a hallway that you suspect leads to the private part of the villa. In any case, that you’re not allowed to go there becomes clear when you catch a glimpse of a Zabrak security guard, recognizable by the numerous small horns on his head. You take a deep breath and then quickly stagger into the hall, grabbing your stomach and panically waving at the guard.

'Ma'am, you are not allowed to come here', he says immediately, taking a step in your direction.

You spot the key instantly, clipped to his belt with a ring. Bingo.

'A bathroom!', you cry. ‘I need a bathroom, I don't feel so good! What kind of food are you guys serving here?! '

The man looks at you hesitantly while you say this and before he can respond, you throw yourself into his arms, wailing dramatically. He manages to catch you, but almost falls over in the process. You take advantage of his instability by grabbing the key from his belt in the kerfuffle and hiding it in your hand. Only then does the hole in your plan dawn on you: your dress has no pockets.

The Zabrak awkwardly pushes you away. 'The bathroom is that way.'

'Thank you, good sir', you squeak. 'I'm gonna go puke now.'

You quickly turn around and place the hand with the key on your chest in a dramatic gesture, stumbling back down the hall.

'Hey!'

You keep walking, even though you start panicking for real now, but you hear his footsteps coming after you. Silently cursing, you try to figure out where to hide the key and make a mental note to have pockets made in your dresses and skirts.

'Did you just steal my key?!', the guard snarls, firmly grabbing your arm. 'Give it back. Now. '

You open your mouth for a really ill-prepared defense, but then you hear a familiar voice behind you.

'What's going on here?'

Hal walks into the hallway and glares at him.

'She stole my key, Mr. Mayweather', the Zabrak replies.

The blood in your veins goes cold. Mayweather? Hal is Tomas's son?

'What?' Hal turns to you. 'Is that true?'

Your hand is still on your chest, just above the collar of your dress, and suddenly you realize there is only one place to hide the key now. As you turn toward Hal, you let the thin bar slip down your dress and pray to all your gods that no one sees it. Much to your relief, it doesn't immediately fall out of the other end of your dress and instead get stuck between your boobs, safely out of sight under the red fabric.

'Of course not', you pout, grabbing your forehead. 'I'm just looking for the bathroom, I’m feeling rather unwell.'

Every trace of suspicion disappears from Hal's face and with a short gesture he orders the guard to let you go. He reluctantly obeys.

'Can't you see she's sick, you idiot?', the boy barks. 'Look at her, she's white as a sheet! You just lost your key somewhere.'

You have no intention of telling him why you’re really turning white and you let yourself be supported by a concerned Hal. He accompanies you to the bathroom and then offers to get you a glass of water. You nod and enter the ladies room, but ignore the toilet.

'Hey,' you whisper as soon as you hear him walk away, 'I have the key.'

'Good', the warm voice of the Mandalorian says almost instantly. 'Can you get to the balcony on the east side?'

You noticed it when you were on the second floor earlier, so you respond affirmatively. Quickly, you open the door and when the coast turns out to be clear, you slip towards the stairs. Your braided bun wobbles up and down on the back of your head as you run upstairs, past a man and a woman who had clearly hoped for some privacy in the closed stairwell. Your headscarf falls down on your shoulders, but you ignore it and turn right twice, into a narrow corridor that opens onto a beautiful, gracefully domed balcony hanging many meters above the pass below you. It offers an amazing view of the volcanic, hilly landscape, but that doesn’t interest you very much at the moment. Panting, you put your hands on the balcony edge. What now?

Then you hear a strange, motor-like noise and the next moment, the Mandalorian appears in front of you. You almost let out a scream and step backwards.

'How are you doing that?', you hiss in bewilderment, staring at the man floating in the air.

'Jetpack', he answers shortly. 'Where's the key?'

It's his turn to be baffled when you put your hand down your dress and pull out the key. Suddenly he’s very glad that you can’t see his face.

The metal is still warm from your skin when you put it in Din's gloved hand.

'Go and blow up some stormtroopers for me, will you?', you say with a smile.

'Will do. Thanks.'

With those words, he flies away again. You gaze after him until he’s out of sight again, the same strange feeling from before distracting you to the point where you only notice the footsteps when they are right behind you.

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Tag list: @buckysalefty @dark-academics-and-florals

#mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x y/n #star wars #pedro pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #mandalorian x reader

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crispychrissy · 5 years

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Sunsets

Summary: You spend some time with Castiel enjoying the beauty of nature. Characters: Reader, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Word Count: 1292 Warnings: Fluff, language, and hehe :) A/N: My birthday was yesterday, and I had this WIP in my docs for a long time. I was able to finish it this week thanks to a slow day at work, so I wanted to share it with you. It was looked over by the lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon. Gif made by yours truly.

The grass was soft under your fingers as you leaned back and stretched your legs out in front of you. There was a light breeze blowing the leaves of the trees around, and you closed your eyes, savoring the way the cool air made goosebumps appear on your skin. The sun was setting in the west, and you had the perfect vantage point from the spot you were in on the hill.

The sound of fabric rustling behind you made your smile grow, and you spoke without turning around. “Hey, Cas.”

A tan trenchcoat came into your peripheral vision as the angel somewhat awkwardly sat down next to you, mirroring your position. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you asked, jutting your chin toward the horizon and dark pinkish-blue sky surrounding it. Turning to face Castiel, you smiled at the soft look on his face as he took in the scenery. “You’ve been around for a long time, have sunsets always looked this beautiful?”

Castiel nodded minutely. “From what I can remember, yes. The sky was a lot clearer back then, but the few times I visited earth with my brothers and sisters, I was able to watch a sunrise and sunset. The earliest humans believed various Gods were responsible for the sun coming up every morning, and as part of their worship, would bask in the soft light of dawn and dusk.”

You snorted, turning your attention back to the sunset. “Until science came along and ruined it all.”

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Castiel murmured. “With science and technology, humans began to understand the world around them. Elements were found and named, planets were discovered, and most importantly, they learned how and why things occur.” Castiel looked over at you and grinned. “Science allows you to appreciate the natural beauty of nature down to a molecular level. Devoting your life to studying science and developing advancements to help others… that’s a kind of worship all in its own.”

Leveling your eyes on the angel, you raised a brow. “You know, that’s pretty deep for a guy who wears a trench coat in the summer.”

“Angels do not need to regulate the temperature of their vessel. We do not sweat or become cold,” Cas deadpanned.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your legs and rested your arms on your thighs. The silence between you stretched on for a few minutes, and you appreciated the soft chirping coming from the woods surrounding the clearing you were in. Castiel didn’t speak, only continued to stare out at the sunset, making the blue of his eyes look almost an ethereal purple color.

“What’s it like?” you asked, finally.

“What is what like?” Cas replied, glancing over at you. You pointed a finger straight up at the sky and he raised a brow. “Heaven?” You nodded and he smiled. “Well, for angels it’s a little different. We see the technical and business side of things; counting souls that enter, reading their soul to generate their personal heaven, and making sure there are enough angels staffed to ensure the safety of those souls.”

“So I guess it’s a little more boring for angels than it would for a human.” Chewing your bottom lip, you took a deep breath of the crisp air surrounding you. “Y’ever go peeping Tom and creep on someone’s heaven?” Castiel looked at you and tilted his head, obviously having no idea what you said, making you smile and clarify. “Have you spent time in someone’s heaven because you liked it, not because you were doing maintenance or whatever?”

“Oh,” Castiel nodded, “yes I have. There is the heaven of an autistic boy that I frequented quite a bit. The boy would be flying a kite, and I would spend time appreciating the flowers and trees of the park that surrounded him. It was where I discovered my fondness for bees.”

“He didn’t freak out that there was a strange man in a trench coat walking through his heaven and playing with bees?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

Castiel chuckled quietly. “No, he couldn’t see me. Angels can choose to hide ourselves from humans if we enter someone’s heaven.”

“So you went stealth mode like a spy.” You raised your eyebrows at him and pressed your hands together to form a gun with your fingers. “The name’s Bond. Castiel Bond.”

“I do not have a last name,” Cas informed you before a smile spread across his lips, “but I understand that reference.”

“I think giving you all of that pop culture knowledge was the best thing Metatron ever did.”

“Perhaps.”

The sun was still going down, but a chill had made its way into the wind, sending shivers down your spine. The sky was a myriad of oranges, reds, purples, and deep pinks that all came together in a smooth transition across the sky. The two of you sat in silence until the sun finally dipped below the horizon. There were stars dotting the blueish-black color of the sky above you, and you leaned back, laying down on the grass to watch them twinkle as the sky became darker.

The bottom of a trenchcoat appeared next to your head and you blinked, locking eyes with Castiel as he held out his hand. “It’s time, Y/N.”

Swallowing the sob that tried to burst from your throat, you took a deep breath and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. Silently nodding, you looked back down the hill behind you. Your body was still lying at the bottom of the slope, chest torn open and covered in blood, your salt shotgun still clutched tightly in your hand. You looked almost peaceful laying on your back – aside from the blood and wound – with your eyes open, staring at the sky above you.

Still holding Castiel’s hand, you squeezed it. “How long until they find me?”

The angel closed his eyes momentarily before squeezing your hand back. “Less than ten minutes. Dean found the cabin where the spirit’s bones were buried and is currently salting and burning them.”

Finally allowing the tears to fall from your eyes, you sniffled and looked down at the ground. “They’re gonna be so mad at me. I shouldn’t have gone off on my own.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Castiel replied, making you glare at him. Why are angels always so honest? “But,” he continued, “there was no way you could have known he was a witch and was able to still use his magic. A spirit using spells to revive himself? It’s unheard of. He must have been very powerful.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “powerful enough to phase through my body and rip my heart out.” Looking away from the grotesque sight of your body, you ran a hand soothingly down your chest, reminding yourself it was over.

Castiel tensed slightly next to you and you glanced over at the woods near the bottom of the hill, spotting the light of two flashlights getting brighter as they approached the clearing.

“Y/N?” you heard Sam yell in the distance, their rapid footsteps getting louder as they ran through the underbrush.

“Let’s go. I can’t watch them find my body. Please make sure they don’t go all martyr and sacrifice themselves to get me back, okay?” you requested, turning back toward the horizon, away from your body. “I know where I’m going and I’ll be happy and at peace. Promise me you’ll make sure they know that.”

“I promise,” Castiel whispered, giving you a soft smile.

The last thing you heard before everything went white was a loud shout full of pure anguish, followed by the brothers screaming “no” and yelling your name over and over again.

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Forevers [CLOSED]: @katymacsupernatural @queen-of-deans-booty @your-modern-shakespeare @wheresthekillswitch @holyfuckloueh @growningupgeek @jensen-gal @mizzezm @there-must-be-a-lock @atc74 @pilaxia @supernatural-jackles @impala-dreamer @bambi95-blog @wonderfulworldofwinchester @batmmgray @brooke-supernatural16 @dwgrl1903 @hey-bxtch @kittenofdoomage @leanbeankeane @emoryhemsworth @xalgaliareptx @mhnfatima @bi-e-ne @speakinvain @pebblesz892 @lastactiontricia @kassablanca13 @mogaruke @tockettt @imagining-supernatural @wildefire @serienjunkiegirl @mrswhozeewhatsis @stars-and-seas @jaremish @ellen-reincarnated1967 @nyxveracity @andkatiethings @bamby0304 @deathtonormalcy56 @winchesterprincessbride @moonstar86 @missihart23 @mrs-meghan-winchester @miss-rebel-without-applause @dean-winchesters-bacon @wayward-angelgirl @bojabee @maddiepants

#spn fanfic #sunset #drabble #castiel x reader #platonic!reader #reader insert #fluff #castiel #surprise #witch ghost #because thats a thing #no spoilers in the tags guys #you're just gonna have to read and find out

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baek-byunies · 4 years

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get to know me + if i were tag

baby jade @baekhyunbitz tagged me on two tags, and i’m gonna answer them in one post cause i’m a lazy taurus kid <3 hehe love you bby, tysm for tagging me!!

get to know me tag:

are you named after anyone? i’m actually named after my father cause his name was Paulo hehe

when was the last time you cried? probably last week, i think, but i was close to crying very often this week lmao

do you have any kids? noooo i’m too young lmao and i wouldn’t be a good mom

do you use sarcasm a lot? irl, YES, all the time. here, not so much.

what’s the first thing you notice about people? wow that’s deep haha physically, probably eyes and smile, and personality wise hmmm probably how they treat others?

what is your eye color? dark brown

scary movie or happy ending? both!

any special talents? i kinda can sing, sometimes i write some nice stuff and sometimes i don’t lmao

where were you born? brazzzzzzil

what are your hobbies? reading, listening to music, singing, writing

do you have any pets? unfortunately no :(

what sort of sports do/have you played? none lmao

how tall are you? 164 cm

favorite subject in school? biology, history, literature and english

dream job? singerrrrrrr :)

if i were tag:

if I were a month I’d be: april or may

if I were a day of the week I’d be: sunday

if I were a planet I’d be: probably pluto cause i sympathize lmao

if I were a sea animal I’d be a: jellyfish

if I were a God/Goddess I’d be: anubis

if I were a piece of furniture I’d be a: kingsize bed lmao or a bookshelf!

if I were a gemstone I’d be a: quartz or a diamond hm

if I were a flower I’d be a: tulip or lavender

if I were a kind of weather I’d be: a sunny winter day

if I were a color I’d be: turquoise, lilac or black

if I were an emotion I’d be: tranquility

if I were a fruit I’d be a: grape

if I were a sound I’d be: rustling leaves

if I were an element I’d be: wind/air

if I were a place I’d be: home

if I were a mythological creature I’d be a: mermaid

if I were a taste I’d be: sweet

if I were a scent I’d be: rain

if I were an object I’d be a: book

if I were a body part I’d be: eyes

if I were a song I’d be: oh god hm teen idle - marina and the diamonds cause i’m feeling dramatic lmao

tagging @and-you-found-me cause i’d like to see what you’d answerrr!! you can choose either one of the tags dkjsajdsaj or both!! :)

#tagged

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omiscanking · 5 years

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I know now everybody got crazy bout new tumblr politics... but...

GET TO KNOW ME TAG HAHA!

Thanks to @thesimparrot for tagged me!💚

RULES: Post a pic of your simself with your traits and answer the questions!

Tags: @brindletonslay @kittyxkris @pink-chevalier @pollinationqueen (sorry if you got tagged or did it before!) AND ANYBODY WHO WANTS TO DO IT!

If you want read about me, all a&q before the cut!

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Huberto

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Huber, Hu, Chu, and too much more...

3. BIRTHDAY? November 20th

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? I never read a complete series of books, but I could say “The Hunger Games”

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Both. :P

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? Florencia Bonnelli (Argentinian one)

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? Oone of my town called RadioCity

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? Chocolate!

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? THAT’S COOL!

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? Nothing breaks like heart by Mark Ronson and Miley Cyrus

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? F*CK!

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? We Appreciate the Power by GRIMES

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? American Horror Story!

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? Oh idk...

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? of course!

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? the Sea by night... Idk why! and i think now that tumblr will blow up some of my post :s

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? empathy!!

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? little patience and undecided

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? Both! (maybe more cats)

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Summer! f*ck winter!

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? Nou :’( I’m the “inveterate bachelor”

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? the time passed more slowly

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? Anna, my best friend since we was kids!

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? dark brown

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? black... maybe...?

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? Too much people!

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? My bff!

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? now, a good friend who passed away this year...

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? Nothing... really... idk

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Tumblr!

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? Sponge Bob

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? my bff i think...

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? Maybe, a little...

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? well... im afraid to spiders, black butterflies (moths) and the sea by the night (omg)

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Both... hehe

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? sketch and write

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? The Righteous Men by Sam Bourne... Im not finish it yet... I dont have too much time for read :(

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? T Star is Born (dont have too mcuh time for watch movies :( )

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? Guitar, Piano and Violin

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? idk... Cougar...

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? I have too much... but, I know they know thay are my favs!

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? time control (or be invisible)

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? When finally can i take a nap or take a shower at the night..

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? too much things... my cat!

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? none! I hate sports... sorry.

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? chocolate milk and (alcohol one) beer!

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? idk... so many years

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? oh gosh yes

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? people who make noise when eating...

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? yeah! my last one was Marina And The Diamonds in 2016. I live far away from Buenos Aires so... here there’s no too much concert of my interest

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? no...

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a vet and marine biologist (that has no sense whit my afraid by the sea by the night)

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? In the world of American Horror Story, although I may die

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? too much thing... even those that i wouldn’t be worried me...

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? really no

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? Yeah i sing too much

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? HAHA! TOO MANY TIMES!

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? My room. And Canto Grande - Brazil

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? maybe Buenos Aires or somewhere in France.. idk

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Yes, too much pets...

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? owl...

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Sunset!

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? Yeah! but i dont have a licence

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Headphones

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? Yep

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? pop, indie, rock... mainly

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? Lady Gaga?

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? nope...

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? people... hehe

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? real book

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? arts, literature and music

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? 3 brothers, 2 older and 1 younger

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? soda!

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5′6 ft.

75. CAN YOU COOK? yep! anything what you want!

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? My computer, my sketch/writing book and my cds collection!

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? my home... and idk

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? females... i think...

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? im gay!

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? Jujuy, north of Argentina.

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? my brother

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? last week maybe...

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? i have no one

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? mmm... not too much

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? Tumblr i think... I haven’t too much apps

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? Well... They are very affectionate, but I’m not... But very well... I live with them yet.

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? british and caribean spanish accent

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? France

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 5

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? I'm very clumsy

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? no at all.

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? Deep Ocean

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? sometimes...

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? No... I think

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? Yes!

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? :( i tried, no.

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? haha... i take my time for that...

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? both!!!

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? i dont remember...

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? idk

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? idk... I dont like HP, sorryyyyy for everyone...

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? hell yeah... too much...

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? introvert...

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? No... But I write when i get inspired!

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? yes

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? I leave it there.

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? only if they want.

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? HAHA YES

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yes

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? not... yet...

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? Caleb Vatore hehe

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? not... yet...

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? i have two... first, change the high school and star again. second, leave the collage when i don’t feel good and find help for my depression.

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? Hell yeah

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? glasses

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? No... maybe in future...

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? My older brother

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? i dont remember hehe

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? yeah

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? Black, Blue and yellow.

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? Maybe...

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? Yes

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 22

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “Im beatifull in my way. I was born this way” maybe

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? Sweet!!!!

#get to know me #tag #omiscanking #fuck you tumblr!#no truth i love you

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maplecatra · 6 years

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Blue Eyes

Hey! Kit Kat here! I just wanted to say thank you all! I’m so happy I made it to 100! I’m hoping I’ll keep producing content that everyone enjoys!

I first started writing this fic for @paladinofredlion and ended up finishing it for @bluebeargurl

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Keith looked out his window, bored. It was another Saturday afternoon and, with nothing to do and his brother out on a job, he was actually considering making new friends. Then, thankfully before he could entertain the thought for long, he heard a familiar humming. Keith perked up as the fluffy haired boy came into view of the window. Now, Keith would attest that he did NOT look forward to this boy’s occasion visits, and would also (lie) say that he was most definitely NOT checking the other man out. I mean, with those looks? He had to be straight and Keith refuses to play with a straight boy after Jonny broke his heart. Sure they were in third grade at the time, but man could Keith hold a grudge.

Keith, like usually, looked out his window and stared at the other boy’s *ahem* assets as they bent down and picked another flower from his garden. And just like that, an idea popped into Keith’s head. It may have not been the best one, but hey, it was an idea and those were rare enough. So he strolled out side and tapped the boy on his shoulder, the one he had been pining after for weeks without even knowing is name, the one his brother had teased him about for ages.

And the boy, in response, turned slowly. Keith had a smug grin on his face as the look of guilt at being caught grew on the others face. A single blue forget-me-not was held gently in the flower thefts hands.

“Now tell me, why have you been taking my flowers?,” Keith said teasingly. The boy’s eyes just widened and he sputtered in response.

“Well then, if you won’t tell me who she is I’m coming with you to see if the girls actually pretty enough to warrant flower theft once a week,” Keith said with a grin on his face, even though he was inwardly wilting at the idea that this boy already had a girlfriend. The blue eyed boys -god those blue eyes were hypnotic- face turned from guilt to confusion as he stared into the much darker eyes of the other.

“What?,” said the skinny jean clad boy with the best ass Keith had ever seen. There was no way this pretty boy wasn’t taken, or else everyone in this word was blind.

“I’m coming with you. I need to see who’s getting my forget-me-nots every morning.”

But the look of confusion on the boy’s face only grew more. “A girl?,” he asked stupidly. Lance did not know who this boy was or why they were talking to him.

“Anyways, what’s your name? We have quite a walk ahead,” Keith said and then mentally smacked himself. He sounded like a fucking stalker. He wouldn’t be surprised if his crush bolted right there and then. And right there and then Keith would swear the gods descended onto heaven for the smile the other boy shot him.

“Lance, pleased to meet you! Sorry but I’m not actually-,” but before Lance could finish his sentence a car pulled into the driveway. A pure white with black highlights car to be exact, one that had Shirogane in bold stylized lettering. His brother was always one for dramatics.

“Hey bro! Oh, who’s this? Has my little antisocial Keith finally met a friend?,” Shiro said, fully aware that he was embarrassing his brother half to death. Keith blushed and whipped his head around to the boy in front of him, Lance.

“Let’s go!,” he said a little to enthusiastically as he dragged Lance by the wrist. He could hear Shiro calling after him but he refused to listen. You’ve stopped me from getting a hot date for the last time he thought to himself.

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5 minutes later and he was sorely regretting his decision, Lance was nervous and fidgety beside him.

“So hehe,” he blurted out nervously “what’s she like?”

“What?”

“The girl! C’mon she must at least be interesting to catch the attention of a young stud like yourself,” and he winked. He winked at the boy next to him. Why did he do that? He might as well commit suicide.

But the blue eyed Lance smiled and laughed in response, his eyes filling out with a warm kind of love. “Yeah, she’s pretty special. She was strong too. A gymnast actually, she taught me some moves,” he said, fondness and emotions Keith couldn’t quite place growing in his eyes.

O O F, he was falling hard and fast. Fuck! He already had a girl! Hey brain, could you, I don’t know, may sTOP?! He thought to himself. And then he realized the boy next to him was using past tense. Maybe he thought hopefully maybe they fell out and I still have a chance? All he said aloud though was “Tell me more about her!,” he asked, hoping to bring forward all the bad things.

“She was graceful and yet gentle. She was the one who first got me started in astronomy actually. Everyone back in Cuba used to say that I would be a swimmer, but ever since she took me out to the Sea at night I’ve fallen in love. What about you? Do you love the stars?,” Lance asked innocently. Keith was caught off guard because he had been staring at those deep blue eyes, totally enraptured.

“Who, me?,” he said a little too loudly as he chuckled nervously. Thankfully Lance must not have noticed the little slip up since all the brown haired boy did was giggle. “Yes you silly! Who else is here?,” Lance said in a cute voice that Keith cOULD NOT HANDLE BECAUSE FUCK HE WAS SO GAY.

But all he ended up saying was “Yup, I love the stars! I’m actually studying them for school soon after summer ends!,” he said, fidgeting with the small handheld knife in his pocket.

Lance spoke up again enthusiastically “Oh cool! Maybe we’ll be in the same class!”

“Yeah, maybe” Keith forlornly responded. “Anyway, tell me more about yourself.” And now he sounded like a fucking stalker. Great. Thankfully Lance didnt take it that way.

“Well, I lived in Cuba... umm, I met Hunk in high school where we eventually figured out we both got into Galaxy Highs Garrison program,” Keith cut Lance off

“Hey, I was kicked outta that program for taking Iversons eye out!”

“That was you?!? Man you’re a living legend! Iverson was a stiff ass though. Anyway I met Pidge when we were in the same star group test to get our second stripe.”

“The star grouping tests fucking sucked, I was lucky to get partnered will Marry.”

“Who’s - ohh right Marry. She was cute, I guess...”

“But she was such a bitch!”

“I know right?!? She got even bitchier after you left!”

“But really, the star maps were a pain in the ass,”

“I actually thought they were really fun since Pidge couldn’t for the life of them figure out where the Hydrus star was. Enough of me though, what got you interested it astrology?,”

“Ahh, it’s stupider than yours,” Lance giggled. “I won’t judge you, don’t worry”

“Well, my bro always was into the stars and ended up being the golden boy. He was my mentor and ended up bringing me out of the system to put me in the Galaxy program.”

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They ended up talking more and more, becoming more comfortable with each other. Before you knew it Keith had forgotten all about the girl Lance was visiting. But after a lengthy discussion on Pluto, Keiths eyes drifted down to the forget-me-nots in Lances hand. Lance continued to speak avidly about Pluto being a planet when he suddenly stopped walking and, in a gentle voice said “We’re here.”

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh no. That’s all Keith thought as he stared up at the curved letters on the hand painted sign Garrison Cemetery: Your Loved Ones May Rest. Why did I push him? Why did I do this? He thought as he frowned. He screwed up again. All the pieces were starting to come together as he stared at Lance. Lances face held no resentment however.

“They really were an amazing family. My sisters the only one buried close to me, but its nice leaving forget-me-nots by her body. They were her favorite.” Lance said, a forlorn smile covering his face, blue eyes that Keith loved so much cast downward. Keith walked with Lance, not saying a word. He could at least offer some support.

“Thanks, if you want we can grab some coffee and talk more?” Lance said. The blue blossoms on the grave marked Rest In Piece Veronica Mclain, she was a wonderful daughter, sister, and woman were left behind as the couple exited the cemetery.

“I’d love that,” Keith responded, a warm feeling climbing into his gut. He felt at piece, like those blue eyes could fix everything.

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