#i know they are trying to catch up with the new gens but. please
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he's a biter! ⤫
➢ summary: once you’re in his sights, hoshina has no choice but to leave a mark; or all the times he thinks it’s okay to sink his teeth in you and a time you return the favor
➢ content: hoshina x fem!reader, 2460 words, biting, some blood, suggestive & sex / nsfw, 3+1 things, friendship with okonogi & gen
➢ notes: so this man single handedly brought me back all motivated lol also i caught up on the manga ahaha and reader is a commander 🥴
You could say that being bit by a Kaiju was inevitable.
Everyday, going out and defending the public from them is your job and it always comes with risks. Hell, your arm was nearly chomped off yesterday if you weren’t quick enough to dodge right then and there.
Scratches, bruises, scars—all were familiar and just part of the job. It hurts, it stings, it stays with you until you do so much fighting you can just brush it off as another Tuesday.
They were Kaiju. They didn’t care.
You hiss at the sharp pain on your shoulder, your face giving way to an exasperated expression as you try to finish making breakfast.
That was not from a Kaiju. This one cared.
His teeth are sunk into your skin with enough force to leave yet another lasting mark. You can feel Hoshina smile against you before he pulls off, pressing small pecks to the dents and priding himself in feeling you shiver in his arms.
“You’re an animal,” you say, pushing an egg onto his plate but don’t make a move out of his arms. His bare chest is warm and you want nothing more than to fall back to sleep at the feeling. But that would mean commending his actions and his head is big enough as is.
“Am I, sweetheart?” Hoshina’s voice is low and gravely from sleeping so deeply only minutes before he decided to insert himself into your personal space. His hands trail delicately along your waist as he noses along the column of your neck, “Ya never push me away so I bet yer lovin’ it…”
You don’t say anything and he takes that as your answer, chuckling when you huff. He watches as you place the very hot pan down before he begins finding another suitable spot to continue. He settles on the back of your neck and while this time his bite isn’t so sudden, it still stings nonetheless.
“See?” He gently licks at the forming bruise and the lilt in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed. “It’s a lil too late and I know ya said I couldn’t leave anythin’ while you work, but please? Can’t let my girl go without a few more.”
Weighing out the options in your head, you realize you could never say no to him. So for the rest of the day you sport new red accessories that feel itchy underneath your gear.
—
Okonogi is a good friend of yours and she, along with the rest of the Third and at your own station, knew of yours and Hoshina’s relationship.
Your presence at the Third Division base wasn’t expected but was certainly not unwelcome from the multitude of members coming up and asking for tips or an autograph (Iharu was guilty of this and received a plethora of pushups as punishment). But your reason for being there was a secret to them.
“What are you doing here?” The familiar glare on her glasses catches your eyes first. Despite having your title, you were friends first and foremost so the flick to your forehead wasn’t a surprise.
“Ow! What the hell?” She only motions you out of her chair and places her items that you only shifted around in the mission of finding a pen to make some doodles to leave there for her to find. “Is it a crime to want to see my friend from time to time?”
Okonogi sighs but there’s no annoyance on her face upon seeing you again. It had been a while since you’ve talked in person but you supposed a time outside of work would’ve been better. If anything, you took the opportunity to tag along with your station’s operations leader and members to head to third.
Sora pokes his head in, still starstruck being in the presence of your friend while simultaneously being the professional he was. “Miss Okonogi? Do these numbers look right?” She stands up from her chair and walks over to him, hovering over his shoulder and giving pointers.
You take the opportunity to sit in her chair yet again and swivel around, looking at all the monitors and suits in the room below the control area. Feeling the stare of the third’s operation members beside you, you turn your head and greet them.
“Welcome to our base, Commander!” One of the younger ones says and you laugh at his enthusiasm. You were about to say something until you felt a rather unexpected sting on the top of your right ear. Immediately, you cover it only to have your hand caught by the culprit.
“Yes, welcome Miss Commander.” Hoshina has that grin he always bears and the surrounding third members avert their gazes upon the situation their Vice-Commander has created. Okonogi and Sora watch from the side, unimpressed with what was about to unfold yet again.
You hadn’t had the chance to tell him you were visiting as you thought it would be the day you could surprise him. He had been in training with one of the newer recruits so it wouldn’t hurt to visit and sneak up on him. So imagine your own when he did it instead?
“Sosh—Vice Commander Hoshina, what are you doing?” He only shrugs and stands back up, smiling oh so innocently.
“Nothing really.” And he just up and walks out of the room, leaving you in a flustered mess. You couldn’t even face the eyes on you and the look of unamusement from Okonogi.
The way back to your division’s building was full of teasing remarks while Hoshina felt no shame at all in the confines of his office.
—
Narumi Gen is the Commander of the First Division. The strongest soldier with the eyes of the oldest numbered Kaiju. Narumi Gen is also the bane of your existence.
“I didn’t come all this way for you to shit on me!”
"Well, if you didn’t play so shit, maybe I wouldn’t!”
You’re both cooped up in your apartment away from the outside world, and with him barging in on your day off, you had no choice but to let him in at his persistence. That and with the threat of losing your BS5 to him after his own miraculously broke.
You roll your eyes when he sticks his tongue out at you but quickly return them to the game at hand. It was 2-1, best out of five with you in the lead for keeping the console you so definitely paid for, but your car was miles behind it and it was already the last lap. Gen was radiating smugness from beside you and you couldn’t even reprimand him for it when he passed the finish line with ease, not even giving you time to throw that last blue shell for the hell of it.
“Why’d you play so shit?” If you weren’t such close friends.
“Shut up.” You groan and stand up to refill your glass before the final round.
“Get mine, too.”
“No.” He knows you don’t mean it when you’ve already grabbed his cup so he’s content with pulling out his phone and posting a story about his victory. Stepping into the kitchen, you pull open the fridge door for the juice. As you’re pouring both cups, there’s a knock on your front door.
You place everything back and leave the cups on the counter as you go to answer it and your mood shifts when you see him.
Hoshina’s holding up bags of snacks with a wide smile that you can’t help but kiss him. He reciprocates and you would’ve spent more time there if not for the annoyance in your background.
“Come on, I gotta be back before 10 or Hasegawa’s gonna be on my ass!”
“Good!” Hoshina chuckles and closes the door behind him, following you back into the living room as you bring the drinks. And right at the site of him, Gen shoots up from the floor and points at Hoshina.
“Hey, what is this asshole doing here?”
“Nice to see you, too!”
Gen’s eye twitches and he gulps down the entirety of his juice. You’re in the background looking through the bags Hoshina brought with the knowledge of their one-sided rivalry. See, before you even got together with Hoshina, Gen would talk your ear off about how much he hated the guy and you prepared yourself for the worst for if you ever had to meet him.
Well, that backfired for your friend.
They continue to bicker until you wave around your controller, catching both of their attentions, “Wrap up your cat fight so I can win.” Gen gives a final scowl and sits on the couch for the finale. Hoshina, in a mindful attempt to give the other more space, sits on the floor between your legs, his back leaning on the couch with his cheek resting on your thigh.
The race starts and it’s a map you’re not so good with. That’s already a disadvantage on top of it being one of Gen’s favorites. The race goes on and the closest you can get is 2nd with Gen reining in at 1st for the last few laps. You click your tongue and hope that one of the blocks would give you some sort of miracle item.
Hoshina watches as you get so close to becoming first and immediately loses it once you turn a corner, feeling the frustration from behind him. The first thought that comes to mind might have not seemed beneficial in the moment, but it would kill two birds with one stone. Or, well, three.
He turns his head just a little bit and bites your leg. You make a noise and distract your friend beside you who can see what’s happening in his peripherals.
“What the hell? Don’t do that when I’m right here!” That���s just enough time for Gen to miss his last drift and allow you to pass him right as the finish line comes into view. Gen sees this and curses under his breath, throwing his held item he manages to get in the middle of it all (a blue shell, figures) to stop you in your tracks.
Though, he didn’t expect the boombox you’ve been saving.
Suffice to say Hoshina’s plan did the three things he accounted for: getting you out of that frustration, annoying Gen, and satisfying himself.
You were just happy you got to keep your BS5 for that week and Gen wished his eyes could’ve told him what was going to happen.
—
With the job comes a busy schedule, but at least the nights were for you two alone.
It’s humid in the bedroom but neither of you cared amidst the hushed gasps shared. Despite being far from the station it seemed that these quiet habits were hard to break thanks to a certain someone.
Your eyes are glazed over and Hoshina places a hand on your face to keep your attention on him. “Tired out?” You hum into his palm but shake your head. You can feel him shift inside you, slowing his movements to make sure you were there.
“Just a ‘lil more, please?”Hoshina crumbles under your words and what kind of lover would he be if he didn’t indulge you? He kisses you softly before running his hands down to your hips, lifting them up slightly and you sigh at the adjustment. “Soshiro!”
“I got you, darlin’, relax f’me.” It's hard when his words fire you up more than you’d like, but for him to continue you had to oblige. Soft caresses on your skin and whispers of sweet nothings in your ear brings you so, so close.
But it’s not enough.
His pace is slower this round, him being mindful of how many times you’d come already but he’s also holding himself back and you can see. Through the tears in your eyes you look up and see the sweat on his face, his neck, and dripping down his chest. He’s straining, veins prominent in his neck and arms are telling.
Lifting your arms up you wrap them around his neck, pulling him down and burying your face into his shoulder.
“Faster, please. Soshi—“ You can’t even get his name out as he’s already fulfilling your wishes. Your moans are right in his ear, driving him to reach both of your climaxes as soon as possible. It’s been hours since you first hit the bed and the feeling never gets old. Especially when he finds that spot in you that has you seeing white, and especially when he releases his warmth soon after yours.
The feeling’s too much, your nails scratching down his back and your body shaking from the last of the night. It’s right there in front of you and before you know it, you’ve latched your teeth onto his shoulder. A hybrid of a whine and moan escapes him with surprise as he tries to ride out the aftermath.
“O-Oh, shit.” He chuckles and his hips stutter, “That’s dirty, sweetheart. Not fair for ya to be doin’ that.” He , you release him and lay back onto the mattress and with the energy you have left, you look at him again. You wish you could remember the view forever.
Hoshina’s covered in the sheen of sweat, either just his or both of yours, and there’s a sly smile on his face. His crimson eyes are right on you with the most mischievous yet adoring look in them—the color of which matches the liquid seeping from the mark you just left.
“Wait, baby, you’re bleeding—“ You feel weak and disoriented but still have half the mind to try and reach to the bedside table for a tissue, but he catches you by the wrist.
Hoshina presses a kiss to the inside of your palm and settles you back onto the sheets, “Don’t worry about it, I can tell ya like lookin’ so enjoy it a lil more.” He lets go of your arm and leans down to place a light kisses to your neck, suckling on the soft skin he can reach. You were already teetering on the edge of sleep and his ministrations were aiding in that.
Your arms come up to pull him down to you and he doesn’t resist. Not like he would’ve anyway.
“Soshiro?”
“Mm?”
“I love you.” Your voice is quiet and you think he doesn’t hear it. But Hoshina starts to smile against your skin and bring you impossibly closer to him. Lifting himself up a bit, he catches your half-lidded gaze.
You always say this after every night you spend together and he never gets tired of it. You couldn’t deny it even if you wanted to, but he cherished you just as much.
“I love ya, too.”
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piers in trainer lodge next .. please dena ...
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Imagine a horribly clumsy creator in the sagau... like trips over their own feet, starts coughing due to choking on air randomly, knocking a vase off a table that was in the middle of the table somehow???? Silly goofy stuff like that (I pull these silly goofs often personally)
(obv goes w/o saying sorry for being so late to reply /gen) ;-;
clumsy reader is so me core idk why i didnt think of this lmao
(this gif is liek the modern equivalent of Charlotte posting ur embarrassing clumsy moments on insta Steambird acc lmao)
(so sometimes im lazy and dont include the ask stuff esp if its shorter like this, so here's at least the characters in this one: Fontaine ppl <3 along with a G for general audience, barring cuss words)
Navia would politely ask you to go the edge or whatever area ur in whenever she pulls out her cannons/guns LMAO
every time you and either Clorinde or Neuvillette are walking next to you, or doing rlly anything, its like night and day
ur out here finding all the cracks in the sidewalk, bumping everything that could even possibly have a liquid in it, and have constant bruises from hip checking/stubbing toes on mechas walking around
Clorinde is impressed at that point bc mechas are actively programmed to get out of your way, so how u managed to put them back into ur way rlly fascinates her 😭😭
Neuvillette would like to wrap u in fabric/bubble wrap equivalent for his old ass, in an attempt to desperately stop u from hurting urself lol
u get a new coat or new pants from him all the time, u just thought at first he was rlly into giving u Fontaine fashion until Furina pointed out that it was spring/summer and you wouldn't wear thick woolen pants and fur-lined coats everyday 💀
(poor dragon guy doesn't rlly get the practical side of clothes, he likes fashion, but he inadvertently subscribes to the "hoes don't get cold" philosophy by being an ancient dragon lord)
Wriothesley is unfortunately nice enough to constantly try and catch his poor god, which ends well for neither of you 50% of the time
its not even ur weight takes him down, he's buff as hell after all, and he's dealt with rowdy inmates, its just.. ur clumsiness spreads.
if ur tripping, and the poor Duke reaches out to catch you, ur reaching out at the same time to steady urself on a side table w/a vase full of water, which u then knock off, drenching ur back and his face at the same time LMAO
he doesn't learn, despite u literally begging him to stop trying to help u, then u try and compromise to just let u fall and help u afterward asdfghkl-
Wrio's too chivalrous tho, the most u can get him to do is always grab ur arm instead of trying to bodily catch you
if u think after the first like, ✌️ TWO times Lynette is willing to help you, u r so wrong lmao
she's seen her brothers clumsiness, she knows theres no saving u
she does comfort u after slipping (not even falling but just flailing dramatically) for the 5th time in the puddles around water fountains tho
Lyney and Freminet are lowkey legit convinced someones cursed their god atp 😰
Freminet always had bandaids for u, and Lyney keeps a supply of ur fav candy to cheer u up after embarrassing urself by falling ass backwards right into the Fountain of Lucine right in front of Opera house lmao
...
...Charlotte thinks this is all vv hilarious, no she has no respect for ur godliness, her archon was Furina like LMAO- IM SORRYYY
(she has started a small section in the steambird of a near daily- DAILY picture of u being clumsy 😭)
(u, not srsly, threaten to smite her and she just giggles)
(its ok they take it all in a cute/endearing trait type of way)
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again, sorry for lateness, when i reopen askbox (soon, FINALLY-)
ill try and stay more on top of it and try and sort whatre just chats/non-requests better too 😭😭
hope u guys are having a good week!! tysm for being patient and nice to me :')
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-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143
pairing -> lee minho x fem reader
synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?
warnings -> gen, y/n talks abt being compared to her sister, family tension, food/eating mention, lowkey survivors guilt going on
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN -> LIKE IT USED TO BE (partially written, wc: 898)
"Oh good, you're not dead yet," Han speaks a bit loudly into the phone and you move it away from your face slightly.
The bright screen has your eyes straining in the otherwise dark room, tucked under a plush comforter from your childhood. It's amazing it's still in good condition considering how old it is, but your bed squeaks under you to remind you of the age of this room full of old memories. On the night stand next to you is a framed photo of you with your family, your mom and dad standing behind you and another little girl, slightly taller than you; your sister. You lean over and put the frame face down.
"Still alive, barely," you reply with a sigh. "Why'd you assume I'm having a bad time?"
"Let me think," he puts a finger to his bottom lip in fake concentration. "'How am I supposed to last four more days'... doesn't exactly sound like someone having a good time."
"You caught me, but I swear it's nothing." A lie. "Nothing interesting." A truth; is your family drama really worth talking about? "How's the apartment?"
"Fine. We've started to try and befriend the guy down the hall, Seungmin? Maybe you've run into him?" You shake your head. "Minho seems to get along with him the best. I think it's because they both act unwelcoming to strangers."
This makes you snort. The two of you continue to talk and laugh, the cats making an appearance at one point with Minho, who gives you a short wave, and you don't realize how late it's getting until your eyes catch the time briefly; 3:08AM. Shit. How loud have you been? You freeze when you hear a door open, muting Jisung on the other end and flipping your phone over. Your door opens.
"What are you doing up so late? Don't you know what time it is?" Your sister groans. "And you're being kind of loud, mind keeping it down a bit? Who're you even talking to?"
"No one," you say too quickly, internally cringing at yourself. "Sorry. I'm going to bed soon."
"You're lucky it was me and not mom who walked in here," she says with a sort of laugh. "She would have screamed her head off and taken your phone, despite being an adult now."
You sit up. "Yeah."
"She really fucked us up a bit, huh?" She sits next to you hesitantly when you don't reply. "Maybe we'd be closer now."
"Hyo-"
"I'm sorry," she stands suddenly. "I shouldn't be saying all this. Forget this, please." Your older sister stands in the doorway, eyes pleading. "Don't mention this to anyone, okay?"
"Okay," you whisper, knowing damn well Jisung heard every word.
As you listen to her footsteps fade, you learn to breath again, flipping your phone back over and unmuting Han. When he notices you're back, he says nothing, fiddling with the string on the hoodie he wears.
"You-"
"It's okay-" You speak at the same time and laugh, breaking the newfound tension. He continues. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but I guess this is what you meant by complicated?"
You pout, eyes beginning to sting. When you speak, your voice breaks a little. "Yeah, I mean, it's hard, you know? All my life I've been compared to Hyo by my mother and teachers and even my friends. Like, I have to be her instead of myself, and she never once stepped in to protect me from all that like a big sister is supposed to. Never heard her stand up for me when it was happening right in front of her, no moment of 'hey, let my little sister be who she wants, you already have one of me'. I feel like I can't talk to her anymore. I'm rambling, sorry."
"No, it's okay," Han reassures you.
"We used to be close when we were young," you speak into the space he's left you. "Then as we got older, we drifted. We're only a few years apart, but she always acted so much better than me once we hit a certain age. She said hurtful things to me a lot, and I'm sure I said equally awful things back." A tear falls onto your blanket and you sniff, looking up to your ceiling where a poster of a boy band is pinned to prevent more from falling. "I want my sister back, but... I think there's too much pain."
"Oh Y/nnie," Han gives you a sad look. "I wish I could hug you right now."
"I'm just saying stupid stuff now, I should sleep." You've overshared and want out of this conversation ASAP. "Goodnight Han, sleep well."
He's about to protest when you hang up, moving your phone next to the frame to charge. For a while you lay there, staring at your ceiling with a heavy weight on your chest. You've never fully talked to someone about the way your upbringing made you feel or the way it still affects you. There's still a scared little girl inside of you, shying away from hands that want to hold you, comfort you. Because what if it's all a lie? What if they all leave you, like Hwa? Or like... like him?
You glance over to the frame again, not having it in you to flip it back up.
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GEN Z READER IN TASK FORCE 141 HC
A/N: I saw a couple of these and I couldn't stop trying to find more, and I just love the concept of all these big men trying to understand the reader's humour but I also love how they try to watch over them even though they can easily take care of themselves. Also, do expect the codename to change if I make another one of these but if anyone has ideas please tell me. Anyways I hope this doesn't flop and please enjoy.
Warnings: Dark humour, Suicide jokes, simping, swearing, mentions of parents leaving the reader, basically gen z stuff, usual CoD violence
Character(s): Soap, Gaz, John, Ghost, Price x Gn! reader (And graves kinda-)
Codename: Daffodil
There is no thinking about it you are the youngest and probably the shortest in the task force.
When Laswell first told Price that he will have someone younger than he expected to join the task force he immediately said no, he wasn't going to babysit you.
Plus you looked way too young to be in the army
Little did he know, you got your codename for a reason.
But once Laswell said you were very strong and he could trust you to hold your own and that he had to, he didn't have much of a choice.
And as expected once Price and Laswell introduce you to the boys they were shocked too.
There was a literal child in front of them.
And Soap being Soap he let out a little chuckle earning a nudge and glare from Ghost and an "ahem" from Price
"This is Daffodil, your new rookie. And I warn you don't underestimate them just from their name. Treat them well."
At first you were very quiet and only spoke when spoken to, almost beating Ghost's stoic and quiet nature
To which the rest of 141 joked about quite a lot
but after a while, you started to open up to them which was a nice sign
But the boys did catch onto your humour pretty quickly which caused them to worry for your mental state.
You would start saying suicide jokes at 1 mile per second at every small inconvenience.
"If that happens again I'm going to jump in front of a car- I am going to hang myself- I cannot right now-"
"Kid...It's just paper work..."
"Exactly"
One time you and the group were going after a target and of the guys' men shot you in the arm. It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be but it still hurt.
While Soap and Gaz asked if you were okay you were completely hysterical at the moment. So much in fact that you shouted something so stupid before the guy met his inevitable end.
By Ghost too:D
Thanks Ghost<33
"Do you want this back???"
BLAM
"Oop, mans left quicker than my dad."
To say the least, your boys were concerned for you because of that
Even Ghost tried to check up on you every minute or two after they got the bullet out and patched you up.
You all eventually got the target in the end but your boys ended up forcing you to go get your wound checked since a, and I quote, "Crusty dusty" building wouldn't be the best place to pick out bullet fragments.
You came back with one of the doctor's pens because you liked it and claimed you finessed him when in reality he gave it to you because he noticed you staring and you were too scared to ask.
It was a LED cat paw pen
"Gaz what does finesse mean?"
"I don't really know..?"
"What do you mean you're supposed to know-"
One time you shouted slay during a mission once Ghost killed one of the targets.
To be honest, it did make him laugh but Price, on the other hand, didn't understand but he soon got what it meant. Kinda.
With that being said Gaz and sometimes Soap are the go-to when Price or Ghost don't understand what the hell you just said since they are the younger ones.
Which also means you got along better with them
And if they don't understand something they always try their best to find out and find more things you would laugh at.
Soap even goes that extra effort to make memes and send them to you.
But don't get me wrong you love spending time with Price and Ghost.
And speaking of memes you always end up making stupid gifs of Ghost and always end up sending them to the tf141 group chat that you made to annoy them most of the time or Ghost himself where you sometimes end up joke flirting with him
Mans is scrumdiliumcious if you did say so yourself
(Ahem basically the gif at the start of the hcs)
One time you called Ghost Mummy and Soap and Gaz wouldn't stop laughing while Price sighed at the little slip-up.
It wasn't a slip-up.
You defiantly burst into Price's office most of the time too when you have nothing to do.
Even though hearing Price drone on about his paperwork doesn't sound that fun it's nice to hear his voice.
And If you didn't have good parents or were absent most of your life he would never turn you away once he sees you at his door.
This also applies if you have good parents too
From the number of times he had to lecture you and your boys about how you can't have McDonald's after a mission and how it's bad for you is basically allowing him to adopt you.
Once you met Grave one thing kept popping into your mind.
Fix it Felix.
Which didn't really give you both a great start but he warmed up to you sooner or later.
And as much as an asshole he is most of the time he actually gets concerned when he hears one of your suicide jokes.
When he first heard one over coms he made sure to keep an eye on you every so often and even messaged you after the mission was over.
Don't get me wrong Graves is kinda...shitty but that doesn't make him that much of an asshole to not check up on a 'child' when they say something concerning.
And when all your boys are free and there is time you all have a movie night.
It's quite relaxing, it was nice to have these quiet moments with your boys considering your jobs.
Although one time it was getting really late and you all got through 2 movies and you almost looked like you were going to pass out so that's when papa Price came out.
"Papa, more movie."
"No the movie is over, we gotta go.."
"PAPA"
"Oh, Jesus Christ.." (💀)
"Me. Want. More. Movie."
"No Daffo-"
"YOU LIE"
"Kiddo the movie is-"
"Price what did you do-" (🧼)
Once you calmed down and Price realized what you said he cried internally.
Everything was okay in the end though and Gaz had that on camera so they can always look back and laugh at it.
Requests: Open
Part 2!
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caught in his web ; choi yeonjun ch. 3 | LIVING ARRANGEMENTS
pairings — yeonjun x afab reader
genre — smut (lots of it so minors dni please), fluff, angst, college!au, friends to lovers, drama
word count (for this chapter) — ~2.6k
summary — You thought you’d be immune to Choi Yeonjun's charms, turns out you were completely, utterly, shamefully wrong.
And what’s worse? He’s your new best friend's boyfriend.
Wanna hear something even worse than that? His dad and your mom are dating.
MOA University: An educational institution created for the 1%. The elite of the elites. Those who are to inherit large multinational companies, take oath in office, and represent Korea's future in business and politics. This is where it begins.
warnings — almost-stepbro!yeonjun but not really since your parents are in the early stages of dating, kinda slow burn yes, black haired!yeonjun, bad boy yeonjun, all of you are trust fund babies, all the tubatu's make a cameo and are in the same friend group, might reference some other 4th gen idols, alcohol, drinking, drunken mishaps, lots of sex, profanity - lots of it, yeonjun is a menace but he's so cute wtf i'm screaming, jealousy, making out etc. minors dni istg! i'm watching y'all..
A/N: BACK WITH ANOTHA UPDATE ! this one is pretty inch resting hahah so i hope you guys have fun ! as always lmk what you think of it 🤗 always love hearing your thoughts and pls let me know if you want to be added into the taglist ^^
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Fixing your jacket over your ensemble for the day, you quickly head down the stairs and into the kitchen for a bite or two of some PB&J toast. And as you sipped on some scorching hot tea, you couldn’t help but rethink the past events that occurred the past few weeks.
For one, Yeonjun was true to his words, thankfully. He didn’t show up the whole weekend, and judging by an exchange of messages you and Soobin had, he and the other guys went on a hiking trip to Jeju, as well as some weekend fun by the beach.
Your mom was nowhere to be found as expected, as it was Fashion Week in Italy, and so she would definitely be gone for a while.
You wondered what kind of peculiar events awaited you that day as you sauntered out towards the circular driveway of the house, waiting for the driver and your usual ride to park up in front of you and finally take you to school.
You were busy catching up on all the notifications from your phone and refreshing your instagram feed on your phone when the sound of a boisterous, revving engine sound caused you to look up.
It was a black Bugatti - the limited edition kind.
And you knew instantly who it belonged to.
Stepping back a few paces as the car made a smooth turn around the driveway, you were greeted by Yeonjun’s cheeky face as soon as he rolled down the passenger seat window.
“Your ride today, ma’am.” He said, lips quirking into a provoking smile.
You stood there dumbfounded as per usual, mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape. It took you at least ten seconds more before you were able to string words together, “Wha- But- The driver..”
“Told him he could take the day off. I’ll be your chauffeur today, princess. Now hop in or you’ll be late for class and we know you don't like being late.”
And you hate it knowing he’s right.
You hurriedly slip in the passenger seat and strap yourself in, huffing out a breath of air and looking back up at him, trying to keep a stern face through it all. “Fine. Drive away, Choi.”
The car ride was quiet at first, but you and your big mouth just couldn’t stand the awkward silence. “So, how was Jeju?”
“How did you- Oh-” Yeonjun said, pausing a while. “Soobin told you?”
You nod once, “Did you have fun?”
“I guess so.. It’s always a fun time with the guys, plus Kai is back so it was cool.”
“Really? Mister Hyuka himself?” My eyes widened at the mere mention of the name, “He’s back from Switzerland? Waaah.. That’s awesome. I have to say hi later on today then.” You rambled on, hellbent on filling the awkward silence.
Hyuka was the son of the Vice Prime Minister of Korea, which entailed that he was to get the best education there is as he planned to follow in his father’s footsteps and pursue politics in the future as well.
“Yeah, he’s about to move schools so he’s just finishing up his courses in MOA U before going to Law school overseas.” Yeonjun added, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rests on his thigh, sneaking glances at you every now and then.
After about a minute or two, the car entered through the gates of your University. You usually get dropped off in a parking lot and you hang around there before your classes start, chit-chatting with your friends.
As soon as the Bugatti pulled up towards the space, you could see both Yeonjun's friends and yours huddled around another luxury car.
“Oh, he must be here today too.” You said ecstaticly, it was obvious that his homecoming called for a reunion of sorts.
All of your friends’ attention though shifted over to Yeonjun’s noisy and flashy car. As mentioned before, it was a limited edition, only about ten are made every year, so it's normal for people to do a double-take whenever it passes.
It not only had a cool-looking exterior but it was also built for those drag racing types.
You could hear their surprised gasps and see how astonished they were as you got out of the car.
“Hey guys,” You greeted everyone with an awkward smile, not really sure what to say, you just worked on walking up to the youngest male in the group and welcoming him back with one of your tightest hugs. “Hyuka, good to see you~”
The handsome guy ruffled your hair as soon as you both pulled away from the contact, “Great to be back y/n, even if it's just for a while. You’re looking as wonderful as ever. Oh- But- Why did you come with Jjunie hyung?” He asked a question that was probably on everyone’s minds.
“We live together now.” Yeonjun did the talking, his tone almost announcing and his voice loud enough for the whole school to hear, saying it like it was just some random occurrence (which made you scoff, to be honest).
“WHAT?!” The group collectively replied, some in a surprised tone, others amused.
“Tsk...” You let out a frustrated expression, “His dad, my mom, remember?” You tried to give the simplest explanation, pointing to him and you alternately. “I don’t know, they’re renovating their place or something so my crazy mom decided to invite them to stay over.”
“But babe-” Chaewon interjected, glancing behind my shoulder where Yeonjun stood, almost as if you were transparent. “I thought you were going to let me ride your new Bugatti first.”
“Ah sorry, Chae.” He replied in a half-assed pleading tone as if knowing he’d get away with it no matter what he said. “It’s just- the driver decided to take a day off and y/n's mom asked me if I could bring her to school.” He tried to explain.
This prompted you to look at him with a confused expression, I thought he asked the driver to take the day off? So it was my mom who wanted us to drive together to school the whole time? He could have just said that. What’s the truth?
Before you were able to process things any further, the school bell rang loud - causing the group to go your separate ways and head to first-period courses.
When that little dweeb Yeonjun suggested we’d have a house party in “his” house for Hyuka's return (literally he called it his home and it was annoying, to say the least), you couldn’t say no.
And so, after school that day and with everyone finishing their classes, you found yourself entertaining the whole group at the estate.
“Nice place y/n..” Hyuka told me as he walked further into the huge receiving room.
“Why thank you!” You said, cheekbones raising. “My mom’s big on interior decorating. And- yah- you two!” Something from your periphery caught your eye, as you see Beomgyu and Taehyun fighting for the remote control of the sound system, amid a wrestling match on the couch.
“If you break anything, you’re buying it.” You joked around.
After an hour, everyone was engaged in their own thing. The boys were fooling around out back in the pool area, and the girls were huddled around your mother’s workshop in her office- looking at her different mood boards and potential designs for her new line.
But for one reason or another, you couldn’t find Yeonjun. He wasn’t in his room, and you know this because you checked a few times.
There was one room that was quite hidden in the estate, and you then wondered if he had managed to discover it.
You trekked over to the music hall on the far side of the second floor of the house. And as you were nearing it, you could hear the soothing melody of the piano resonating in your ears.
The sound grew louder as you neared it, and as you opened the door to the music room, there he was, in front of the piano.
His eyes were closed as Yeonjun seemed immersed in the music he was playing.
And at that moment you saw something different in him. It wasn’t his manly side, nor his childish one- no.
It was something entirely different. There was a vulnerability to this.
That alone drew you in, you took light steps across the room and towards the grand piano as if hypnotized by his music.
It’s been a while, but you knew the piece he was playing.
And so, picking up the violin from the stand at the other side of the room as quietly as you could, you started to play alongside him. His playing halted for a few moments as soon as he heard the sound of the violin weaving into the pianos, he then turned to check where the sound was coming from.
You flashed a small smile as your gazes met, nodding towards him and urging him to continue.
And that he did, and for a moment or two you were actually getting along well- all thanks to the music you were creating.
As with all good things though, the song came to an end. And you readily put the violin down atop the piano.
“I didn’t know you could play that well, y/n.” He said with a grin.
You took your seat beside him in front of the piano, laughing a little. “Yeah well, mom made sure I was well-versed in a lot of instruments. But hey- I didn’t know the bad boy of MOA U knew how to play, too.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, it seems.” He replied, nudging me with his elbow.
“You’re right.” You agreed without hesitation, “I don’t think I can ever read you. I’m usually good at that, you know? I’m a very observant person.. But, with you, ah- You are a puzzle, Choi Yeonjun.”
“Would you... like to solve me?” Yeonjun asked in a teasing manner. But even though that was the case, you honestly couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
But as you looked into his clear eyes, you could see that defenseless side that you saw a few moments ago once more. And you hated how it made your heartbeat pick up in pace.
“I think I would actually, only if you let me.” You said, not knowing if it was the three flutes of wine before you stumbled into the music room doing the talking at that point.
“I-” He seemed taken aback by your answer because you’ve never heard him stutter like that, but he managed to break out into a grin nonetheless. “I’d like that..”
Suddenly, there was an air of tension between you two.
It was so thick, almost to the point where no one could break it. You had so many thoughts running in your head so suddenly.
Has this kid’s charms actually gone through me?
Am I developing some sort of weird… crush?
But our parents, and Chaewon…
Unbeknownst to you until that point though, your heads were merely inches away from each other- with his face oh so dangerously close to yours.
And there you were able to marvel at how damn attractive Yeonjun really was.
You had a sudden yearning- something you've never felt before around him. You wanted to feel how his cheeks felt against your palms and imagined how soft his lips would feel against your own.
You couldn’t take it anymore, it was either you lean in or back out.
There were only two choices.
But you chose the latter.
Clearing your throat, you stood up from your seat and slowly paced back. “We.. We should probably head back. It’s Hyuka’s party, we shouldn’t miss it.” You said, and before he was able to decide for himself, you found yourself darting out of the music room like the coward that you were.
Was it a smart decision to do what you just did? Perhaps.
But was it something you regretted? The short answer would be yes as well.
"Looks like you're having it rough, y/n.. More so than usual." Giselle pointed out as you sat across her from the table of the cafe that the following morning.
You let out a sigh, "You're right about that. I'm having a really weird experience right now."
Giselle was someone you met in High School. At the time, your mom decided not to enroll you in any prestigious arts High School of any sort, but wanted you to be as normal as possible and live out the most normal life I could.
And so with that thought in mind, you studied in a private all-girls school. It was lowkey, and you were sheltered for a good bit of time. This also explains why you met everyone in the circle you have now so late.
All of them: from Soobin to Yeonjun, and even Chaewon and the other girls, have known each other since they were all kids.
Giselle was one of the few friends you made there though back in your younger years, and though she wasn't on the same societal circle as you, you two got along really well and became best friends who still keep in constant contact with each other.
There's actually a benefit to her not being in your current circle- because then you get to talk to her about all the problems I'm facing in MOA U. And she can do the same, considering that you don't go to her university.
"So what's up, buttercup? Want to talk about it?” She asked childishly, it was one of the things that endeared you to her.
You laughed heartily, "Mm.. I don't even know where to start." You let out a sigh.
"Okay so when you texted me to meet, you said something about your mom? Maybe we can start from there and work your way towards everything else." She suggested while stirring the contents of her teacup, and you obliged without much second thought.
"Okay so.." You paused to take a sip out of your iced coffee, "Mom's seeing someone now. And if you ask me, they're taking it too fast.. Like, increasingly fast. Borderline crazy almost. She has him and his son living in our house."
Giselle's eyes widened with shock, "Really!?"
"Yup, and the worst part is.." You paused for a moment or two as if you needed to build up the moment even more. "The guy she’s seeing is... Choi Minjun."
Your friend's palm slapped over her own mouth as she gasped, "W-what! Choi Minjun? As in the Choi Minjun of the Choi Group of Companies?! Then.. Then that must mean, you're living with.."
"His son, yes." You said with a groan.
"Oh wow." Your friend grew silent for a while, as if she was trying to process it. "Okay so, how is it? Like living with him and such. I heard he can be handful - at least, based on what I read on social media."
Sucking in your lower lip and piecing your thoughts together, you then spoke. "I don't know. I was always quite nonchalant about Yeonjun, you know? The minute I saw him the first time and how all the girls were going gaga over him, I knew he was some stuck-up rich kid who only cares about getting girls and flaunting his wealth." Your voice trailed off.
"...But?" Giselle added as if knowing what you were going to say next.
"But.." You took in a sharp breath, "He is all that, yes. But I can't help but think he's more than what he shows to people. I saw this .. thing in his eyes last night. A kind of vulnerable side to him I wouldn’t have guessed existed, and frankly, it scared me. More than his bad boy image can ever scare me, to be honest.”
"And you're scared you might fall for him in the midst of this.. complicated arrangement, huh?"
Your eyelids shut tightly as you took another swig from the coffee.
Though you found yourself nodding not long after.
"Well, my advice is.. Follow what your heart says. Don't deprive yourself of happiness, y/n.. No one deserves that." She said so casually like you just didn't confess that there is a possibility that you could finally be giving in to the hype around a certain guy who happens to be living with you.
"I- I guess.. But.. But it's too early to tell. I just want to get this out of my system and I thought you're the last person who will judge me for it." You affirmed.
It was true, if you told any one of your university friends about this, it'd probably reach either Chaewon or worse, Yeonjun himself and you definitely don't want that happening.
Like, ever.
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CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge 📚☕️
The following are prompts including a Meet Cute/Ugly scenario (any first-time-meeting)! Reader or OC, Gen/Platonic, AND Character/Character fics are allowed!
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Character gets locked out and their neighbor picks the lock for them.
Characters get the same coffee order. They both reach for it at the same time.
Characters get paired up at the work event icebreaker.
Characters both duck for cover under the same tiny storefront when it starts pouring.
Character is knocked into a stranger’s lap on the bus.
Characters are both stood up at the same date spot.
Character sits next to a stranger in the theater, but the two end up bonding when there’s a technical glitch.
On Character’s first day at the new job, they get stuck on the elevator with their new coworker.
Character breaks their heel/slips on the way into their new job. Their new coworker manages to catch them.
Character accidentally dumps their coffee on someone in a very dramatic fashion.
Character accidentally causes someone to slip and fall. They try to help them up, but they both fall down.
Characters are sat together on a long train ride.
Characters are on rival teams at a work event.
Characters reach for the same book at the library.
Character sits next to someone at an academic conference. They get way too excited about a topic that’s taboo/uncouth to normal people.
Character accidentally messages the wrong number. A stranger answers.
Character offers unsolicited fashion advice to a stranger in the dressing room.
Characters wear matching masks at a masquerade party.
It isn’t a meet cute at all. They know each other already but they don’t notice for an embarrassingly long time.
Character realized they left a piece of clothing in the laundromat but when they return, someone’s already started a load. The pair wait for it to finish together.
Character accidentally bumps into someone’s car in a parking lot. They are very upset… until they realize how cute the other one is.
Anything else you can think of!
🍄 Autumn Prompts 🍁
Character gets lost in a corn maze… meant for children. They begrudgingly ask a total stranger, for help.
Character fight over a perfect pumpkin at the patch and explain why each of them needs it.
Characters show up in an accidental couples’ costume.
Character tries to scare their friend, but ends up spooking a complete stranger.
Character steps on a stranger’s shoe… and realizes they are dressed like Cinderella.
Character accidentally gets hurt in a spooky attraction and a scare actor breaks character to help.
Character gets scared in a haunted tour and jumps in the arms of someone they think is their friend—but it’s not.
Character thinks someone is in a costume and tries to guess what it is. They’re not in a costume.
🫣 Dialogue Prompts 😅
“Hey, sorry, can I give you my number?” “What?” “Oh, not like that—I lost my phone.”
“My kid thinks you’re a real princess. Would you mind taking a photo with them?”
“I think we accidentally swapped orders. By the way, what the hell is in this?”
“Hey, would you mind talking to me so this creep will leave me alone?”
“Is it possible to actually die from embarrassment?”
“I definitely would have remembered meeting you.”
“Watch where you’re going!” “… You ran into me?!”
“That diamond is fake.” “So is the engagement.”
“You aren’t some crazy serial killer, right?”
“Do you believe in fate?”
“This is way too cliche.”
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Vikings + gen z slang
Summary: How Vikings Characters would react to Gen Z slang
Notes: back on working on requests, so i hope i can get some more oneshots out soon. happy lunar new year to everyone who celebrates!!
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Ragnar
With the program
He knows that he’s a slay-queen-girlboss-cunt-serving-camp
He understands gen z slang like no other
Rizz? He’s got it. Mister Worldwide? Been there, done that.
Turns into a ninth century (?) twitter queen
Lagertha
She doesn’t really care all that much about gen z slang
“You’re slaying? Me too, but on the battlefield. Catch up.”
Pretends not to understand
Fully understands and sometimes busts down on her gen z meme culture knowledge
Aslaug
Aslaug is above gen z slang
But she also knows that she’s camp
She just knows
She’s a volva, magic is in her blood. You know what else is? An immaculate sense in fashion
That’s the only thing that might make her willing to try to understand our culture
Perfected the lightskin stare the moment she was born (it’s permanently on her face istg)
Athelstan
PLEASE NO
You know that ancient man video? Athelstan is the ancient man. Would he understand the video? No.
This would be his response: God, that girl looks terribly drunk.
As a linguist, he tries
Approaches it as a foreign language. It works to some degree.
I never want to hear the words “You’re serving girlboss today, Ragnar.” Out of his mouth
(this happened to me in a dream. Literally traumatizing)
Bjorn
Thinks it’s girlish (it is not)
Would say “You’re one of them queers?”
I mean yeah, but so is your mom.
Gen z talk isn’t cool enough for him (he’s suffering from Rollo’s internalized generational homophobia/gayness, give him some space)
Ubbe
Like a supportive mom
‘That’s wonderful sweetie. Now back to my casserole.’
Absolutely understands gen z slang after you teach him
Prides himself on having the most rizz
Boy you rizzed up a slave girl and your aunt calm down
Protects gen z slang against ivar like it’s cultural heritage
Hvitserk
Worst mistake you could make is teach him slang
He uses it
Just incorrectly
At all times
And does not care to be corrected.
Slang is a product of pop culture? Hvitserk is now making it HIS product
Deal with it (don’t. make him stfu pls.)
Sigurd
He’s one of those abcdefu people
The ones that are like ‘let me sing my new song for you, and if you don’t like it, I’ll pay for your gas’
So annoying
But also in an indie artist generational trauma daddy issues kind of way, so I can forgive him
Not really
Ivar
HATES gen z slang more than anything
He thinks it’s stupid
Dumb
Dull
Incredibly unintellectual
Secretly uses it to express his feelings in a diary he burns every week
Ecbert
ECBERT MY SILLY LITTLE GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS
Manwhore and proud!
Get this man a gag asap or you’ll live to regret the day you met him
With him and Ragnar, you’re gonna be stuck in a little hellcircle (probably to be joined by Athelstan)
Gets acrylics despite not knowing what they are and clicks with them
STOP HIM! STOP THIS SILLY LITTLE MAN!
Aethelwulf
Literally the opposite of Ecbert
If he has to spend one more second around his father speaking slang
He’ll cut off his ear to match Judith
And then the other to outdo her (he’s such a loser smh)
So done with Ecbert
He’ll literally hate everything Ecbert likes
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(JOHN 16:24)
by jinjjasyuga
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 0 words
Summary: Andrew asked so he received. (Literally.)
You Know I'm Good On My Own
by sambutwithbooks
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Gen // 4568 words
Summary: Andrew breaks his arm two games into the season and it feels a little bit like Neil’s world snaps with it. (A snapshot of Neil and Andrew between Andrew coming home from the hospital and going back home to Palmetto State.) ------- Written for the AFTG Then & Now Fest prompt from alecgo: Andrew breaks his arm. They deal with everything that follows.
10 Times We Fell a Little More in Love with Kevin Day
by gleefulfoxes
Kevin Day
Gen // 2897 words
Summary: Ten times Kevin Day stole our hearts and earned his rightful place as the internet's jock bf
Hold Me Like a Knife
by Moondal
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 1068 words
Summary: What touch Andrew can tolerate he has wrestled from the minefield of his past, fought a one-man guerilla war against long-gone ghosts. The ground he has gained for himself is massive as is. He can stay within known spaces and be safe. And yet. - Thoughts on touch and an exploration of new intimacy.
nocturnal animals
by animediac
Abby Winfield, Betsy Dobson, Gen
Gen // 11621 words
Summary: “He was an addict,” Taylor says roughly, turning away to unplug the blender. “He wouldn’t accept help and he didn’t care who he hurt with it by the end.” “He was our brother,” Abby says, sadly. “I know,” Taylor tells her. “That was the worst part."" — Memory takes the graveyard shift. Abby Winfield works nights.
Peaches and Cream
by Random2002
Aaron Minyard, Katelyn
Explicit // 7119 words
Summary: It's certainly well known that Aaron Minyard was head over heels for his girlfriend, Katelyn. In fact, when they are inspired one evening to try something new in the bedroom he's all for giving it a shot even though he's nervous. Who knows, maybe he'll discover something new about himself? Or: Aaron gets Pegged
Reaching Out
by TogeMythia
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 6154 words
Summary: ‘What are you thinking about getting?’ Neil smiled as he propped his chin in his hands. Andrew sat himself back against the leather of the booth and gestured to his chest. For a moment Neil didn't understand, but then the realization hit him all at once. ‘Oh.’ - or Andrew gets his nipples pierced
Invisible Smoke
by ScornedEthnographer
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Mature // 1233 words
Summary: Smoking was one of the very few things in Andrew’s life that he could count as his. One of the very few constants that he allowed himself to rely on, to expect, to trust. It came from years of repetition, the same billowing taste of acrid smoke on his tongue, the stale stinging in his lungs. It was the same, over and over and over again. It was a rare constant. One of the ""few and far between”s. Unusual. Uncommon. Peculiar. But not the only one.
Quit Horsin’ Around
by JosenlovesMinyard
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 2486 words
Summary: Kevin persuades the Foxes to take part in a trail ride whilst staying at the cabin. Neil finds it a lot more enjoyable than he thought he would.
Victory Lap
by justadreamfox
Kevin Day, Jeremy Knox
Explicit // 7665 words
Summary: Kevin gets two things he's always wanted: Olympic gold and Jeremy Knox.
Truck driver POV
by Habakos
Neil Josten
Gen // Art
Summary: First truck driver that lets Neil tag along at the gas station
on the cusp of getting it right
by orionauriga
Aaron Minyard, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 11145 words
Summary: “So,” Neil begins, with a smirk that informs Aaron in the space of one syllable that his mood is about to take a running leap out the car window and splatter gorily across the interstate. “Is it true that you don’t have a license?” -- Andrew teaches Aaron to drive. It goes...about how you would expect.
The Golden Pipe Dream
by Gforce
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Kevin Day
Gen // 8564 words
Summary: Neil, Andrew, and Kevin compete in the 2012 Summer Olympics.
Last Straw
by mrskrementz
Neil Josten, Mary Hatford
Teen // 3478 words
Summary: What happened in the Wesninksi household in the week leading up to Mary taking Nathaniel on the run? A look at the pre-canon events from Mary's POV
Goner
by gus_47
Kevin Day, Aaron Minyard
Mature // 4871 words
Summary: Aaron is the first to notice that Kevin’s alcoholism is an actual problem. He’s an addict, too — he never misses the signs.
I hate you
by itsdill01
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Mature // 1233 words
Summary: Andrew finds out about Nicky’s sexual assault on Neil.
Trials and Tribulations of Wrangling Foxes
by HalfpintPeach
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Gen
Gen // 8419 words
Summary: When the girls graduate, Neil is standing on his own as Captain of the Palmetto State Foxes.
I find you a little distracting
by lazarusthefirst
Neil Josten, Kevin Day
Explicit // 6562 words
Summary: Kev and Neil fuck on the foxhole court
Weight Bearing
by Justthislazy
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 4385 words
Summary: Prompt: Andrew is Strong He carries Neil around and Neil is not ok. Can lead to NSFW but mainly I just want Neil being flustered about how strong Andrew is.
probably be fine
by foodforthot1
Allison Reynolds, Renee Walker
Explicit // 8978 words
Summary: Once they go pro, Renee and Allison end up on the same team. Now that they’ve made it out of the college/mafia drama, they can finally stop denying the spark between them
Andrew Minyard has no problem carrying around Neil Josten
by emry_stars
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Gen // words
Summary: Three images (two full/one chibi style) of Andrew carrying Neil in various situations. One image (chibi) of Neil attempting to pick up Andrew
in the middle
by stabbyfoxandrew
Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, Kevin Day
Explicit // 9900 words
Summary: After a night of drinking has them talking about sex, Andrew reveals that his biggest fantasy is taking Neil and Kevin at the same time. They're both surprised, but very willing to make it happen. Andrew just has to decide if he likes the idea now that it's out of his head. [Set ten years post canon. Kandreil are married and living together and sooo in love.]
Buzz cut season
by H_bee69
Neil Josten, Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick
Teen // 2192 words
Summary: Neil's bored but Nicky and Aaron keep him company
Complexity of the aftermath
by tathatisbrightassun
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Allison Reynolds, Kevin Day, Dan Wilds, Matt Boyd, Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick, Renee Walker, Betsy Dobson, David Wymack
Gen // 6545 words
Summary: Betsy didn’t know what to say. When David called her after the holidays and said that some of the foxes would require an extra session with her she got a bit concerned. However, when every single fox, including Neil, booked a session, she had only one question in mind. What the actual fuck happened in Baltimore? Betsy learns about Baltimore events and she has thoughts.
Dream clouds, ghost ground (I’ve been looking at the sky to show me where I went wrong)
by Ateiluj
Gen
Mature // 11457 words
Summary: Cass Spear deals with her son’s death, the truths that it reveals, and how it all reshapes her past with Andrew.
The Foxes go to Disneyland
by KittKatAttack
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Dan Wilds, Matt Boyd, Nicky Hemmick, Kevin Day, Aaron Minyard, Allison Reynolds, Renee Walker, Katelyn, Erik Klose
Gen // 1547 words
Summary: The foxes go to Disneyland and chaos ensues
Give, Bequeath & Devise
by the_greater_grief
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 2502 words
Summary: Neil inherits the Baltimore house.
worth it
by mostly_maudlin
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 1960 words
Summary: ""What makes you think I want you fighting on my behalf?” Andrew asks. Neil pulls the ice pack from his face, features tightening with a new spark of anger. “What makes you think I care if you want me to?” he asks. “It’s my choice. And I will always choose to fight for you.”
Andreil Marriage
by TeoMoy
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Gen // words
Summary: Andrew and Neil getting married in the woods, with Wymack officiating and the foxes there.
right here every day
by rwnjun
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Mature // 8855 words
Summary: Neil's new cat does not like Andrew.
i needed someone i could run to
by seasy33
Kevin Day, David Wymack
Teen // 8608 words
Summary: The idea of a father didn't occur to Kevin until after his mother died. The story about a letter, and the terrifying ordeal of finding your family.
The Later Parade
by hourafterhour
Kevin Day, Jean Moreau
Mature // 41152 words
Summary: No such thing as a bad pass to Kevin Day.
andrew gets his nips pierced
by maddervanilla
Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten
Mature // words
Summary:
What Makes a Family
by Aquared46
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 9671 words
Summary: Post-Baltimore, the Foxes take a vacation in the mountains. During that time, the Foxes get to know Neil better, and Neil gets to know himself better too. OR 8 times Neil is taken care of by his teammates and +1 time Neil learns what it means to take care of himself.
Andrew Doe, Juvenile Delinquent (Art)
by WymackAndCheese
Andrew Minyard
Teen // 0 words
Summary: Digital illustration of Andrew Minyard in a Juvenile Detention Center, pre-The Foxhole Court
Mind over Matt-er
by Twolipsliterature
Dan Wilds, Matt Boyd
Teen // 2633 words
Summary: ""The first time the girls saw Matt shirtless, it was distraction enough to forget their conversation."" -AFTG EC Dan likes to pretend she's unaffected by Matt's charms and unbelievably hot body. Even she knows what bullshit that is.
A wall at your back
by djhedy
Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten
Teen // 4628 words
Summary: Foxes get married
our gentle violence
by foxbyeol
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 1996 words
Summary: The opposite of cruel is always gentle and that is what everyone expects from you when you care for someone else. They treat it as a delicate, breakable thing. But the connection between them wasn't hanging on my thread of porcelain. Hands that were never taught to be gentle only know how to ground by a firm touch. A touch that is not punishing like so many of those who preceded them but a pushing want which is not only welcomed but desired. And there is a freedom in that, getting the space to be rough without ""cruelty"", a gentle violence they have made their own. OR, Andrew and Neil roughhouse and play around together without much consequences - the only being the rewarding kind.
Against The Wall
by Mystrana
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 2882 words
Summary: After years together, Andrew's finally gotten to a point where he can request exactly what he wants from Neil. And in this case? He wants to be railed up against the wall.
transferable skills
by decaflondonfog
Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau
Explicit // 11111 words
Summary: It’s the way Jean watches his own hands as he guides the thread through the paper, pulling the gathering tight to the spine. It’s the way Jean bends, strong and handsome, over a tiny embroidery hoop to get the details exactly right. Jeremy Knox is supposed to be spending his senior year worrying about what comes next. Instead, he’s mesmerized as he watches each stitch come to life and finds, there in between the threads, something completely unexpected.
a mother's love
by Greenfallleaves
Neil Josten, Mary Hatford
Teen // 9259 words
Summary: In the hell that was Neil's childhood, there were good moments too. Almost all of them included his mother. Mary cared about her boy. Or 5 relatively peaceful moments from Neil's childhood.
we're one (there's nothing to be done)
by wesawbears
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 2345 words
Summary: After Neil is injured, he and Andrew come face to face with how quickly everything they've worked for can be taken away when the Moriyama's check up on their investment. The two will be forced to face the emotions created by the deal that was made so long ago.
When Did You Learn That?
by Geneat
Neil Josten, Gen
Teen // 2635 words
Summary: ""I thought Andrew was the lockpick to watch out for,"" Matt said dryly. ""It's a Masterlock,"" Neil said dismissively. Then, with no finesse at all, he jiggled the rod violently and the lock popped open. ""A toddler can open it.""
glittering eyes, sweet smile
by starscrossingfates
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Gen // 0 words
Summary: Whenever Neil laughed, Andrew looked at Neil as if he was the sun itself. And Andrew was a planet unequivocally caught in his orbit. [Art]
Not fast enough
by OhThePain_333
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 2797 words
Summary: Andrew has a violent nightmare in which Neil dies. It unsettles him a lot. He needs comfort and Neil's hugs. They talk about their respective nightmares and cuddle.
Layover
by justadreamfox
Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten
Explicit // 3064 words
Summary: The geography is fucked, but he has Neil tonight, even if it's barely more than a layover. Or, prompt #17: Andreil bang ON the mas.
hot girl bummer (we've shipped kevin to california it's fine don't worry about it JUST KEEP GOING)
by alcego
Kevin Day, Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau
Explicit // 9258 words
Summary: For the first time in his life, Jean has the opportunity for a quiet, uneventful summer. Instead, he has with two (fake) boyfriends who keep flirting with each other by proxy, a bone-deep weariness that's doing more to his skin than the sun, and a looming sense of inevitability about it all. He can handle one of those problems.
dashboard saints
by nanatsuyu
Kevin Day, Andrew Minyard
Explicit // 7750 words
Summary: Andrew stands in his own way when it comes to most things in his life. Kevin Day is not an exception.
Local Man Gets Injured Getting Friend (?) Off, Says “Worth It”
by kunimi
Kevin Day, Aaron Minyard
Mature // 7645 words
Summary: “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone,” Neil says. There’s something thoughtful in his tone, and it takes all of Kevin’s willpower not to immediately glance at Aaron. Instead, Kevin lifts his head slowly, scanning over all his friends’ faces with a deliberate casualness. As soon as his gaze crosses over Aaron, though, he realises he has no idea what to say. They haven’t – talked about it. Not really. (Two hours ago, Aaron was teasing him about being in a rush, and Kevin’s focus had been on how flustered he was in the moment. Now, all he can think about is Aaron’s first comment. Romantic, Aaron says dryly, shaking his head. Romantic, romantic, romantic. Kevin wants. Kevin aches.) There are probably worse ways to reveal new developments in your love life than getting benched, baffling your team’s medical personnel, and accidentally announcing your sex-related mishaps to your entire professional team’s management and several members of your college one. Kevin can’t think of any right now, though. —is it a 22-night stand or a relationship? kevin day's guide to soft-launching your new man [it’s long 💀💀💀 so the bottom part is more useful for a summary, the top bit is excerpt]
hypocorisms
by mostly_maudlin
Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard
Teen // 2183 words
Summary: Three times Andrew calls Neil “rabbit,” and one time he calls him “bunny.”
Thank you all SO MUCH!!
With all the love and appreciation in the world,
Your Then&Now 2023 fest mods
#aftg#all for the game#aftgthenandnow#aftgthenandnow23#tfc#neil josten#andrew minyard#aftg fic#aftg art
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bruh.
what. what the fuck.
writing started off as an exploration; a hobby that i was just trying out. something new, to pass the time. but i feel like it has now evolved into an extension of my art. over time, my stories starting having more and more elements of the poetry-inspired commentary i like to have in the forefront of my paintings, or very simply the imagery i used to include in my poems themselves.
but that isn’t even the best part.
i’ve been writing for around a month, and i absolutely adore literally every single mutual i have on here. @breakfastatjoels, @mandoisapunk, @josephquinnswhore, @bastardmandennis, @nostalxgic, @pedrosaidsheispunk, @theywhowriteandknowthings @millerscoffee
you’re all such inspirations im so glad to know u all thank u all for existing i gen would not have kept writing/still be on this site without yall and i promise im wrapping up i just think its a little fucked that im…gaining traction? how? and the crazy thing?? that list of ppl tagged up there are like just the ones i could remember off the top of my head!! there’s so many more! @imherefordeanandbones, was my first follower and the first on my taglist, and one of the first people to make me think my writing was actually not that bad for a beginner!!
anyways while i literally question everything and melt in gratitude, i hope you all have great days. thank you very much. let’s hope we see many more!!
enough sappy shit.
as a celebration, im gonna write fics, blurbs or hcs (saw/nsfw) based on the following prompts:
this is from @havenoffandoms 800 follower celebration! just send me your character pairing and prompt. list below the cut
“I’m in love with you. Please, don’t leave me.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“It’s really not that complicated.”
“You’re in love with them, aren’t you?”
“We could get arrested for this.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“Love is overrated.”
“If you think I’m going to talk to you while you’re dressed like that, you’re wrong!”
“Do you ever actually use your cellphone?”
“You don’t need to protect me.”
“You fainted… right into my waiting arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“You have to make a choice.”
“You have to remember.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“You know, it’s okay to cry.”
“You lied to me!”
“You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
“You need to wake up cause I can’t do this without you.”
“You’ll be the death of me.”
“The only thing hotter than seeing your orgasm is seeing your smile.”
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”
“From the minute I met them, there was no choice. They’re smart. They’re strong. They resent their parents enough to go for a person like me. Also they’re crazy hot.”
“What do you mean, I’m not scary? I literally nearly scared the life out of a man?” “You literally scared a little saliva and a little urine out of him.”
“When someone your age dies, you instinctively want to hear it was of something that could never happen to you. Well, it’s the same with divorce.”
“I get to stay home and plan the death of Dora the Explorer. Fill her backpack with bricks and throw her into the Candy Cane River.”
“You don’t ‘take a run’ at a person. You woo them. You make them feel special.” “Hey honey, look at this. It’s a picture of my butt.”
“I don’t like you.” “I’ll get over it.”
“You’re one of the most beautiful person I know, and you don’t even know it.” “No, I know it.”
“Why do you always have to throw wet blankets on my dreams?” “I do not.” “Yes you do. And you know what I end up with? Wet dreams.”
“So you’re gonna throw me under the bus?” “Oh, I’m gonna throw you so hard I might even win a stuffed animal.”
“Who wouldn’t be angry if you ate all the cereal and faked your death for three years?”
“Quick, catch the cat it stole my coin pouch!”
“I feel like I was just hit by a car… wait, I did? And it was YOUR car?”
“I can’t believe I’m sitting in a dungeon with you of all people.”
“So why do I have to punch that guy?”
“I may have accidentally sort of adopted five goats.”
“I hope you know that my name is actually _____”
“Please stop petting the prisoners.”
“Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”
“So what if I broke my arm, I’m still doing it.”
“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am?”
“I’m like 75% sure this won’t explode in our faces.”
“You know how my people are, we would destroy ourselves just for spite.”
“Wait, is that what you were trying to do? I’m sorry, I would’ve taken you much more seriously if I knew.”
“Let’s not blow the extortion charge out of proportion. My boss was just a sore loser.”
“Of all things, you would have thought that the rain was innocuous enough. Turns out, nothing is innocuous in this Gods forsaken place!”
“It’s illegal to make unauthorized species. But it’s also illegal to kill endangered species. Thankfully, I only did one of each.”
“The secret ingredient isn’t human flesh, that’s all I can say.”
“Where’s the king?” “He’s being chased by a wyvern. It’s an old tradition, you see.”
“If I serenade for you, will you strip for me?”
“This is new.”
“Make me.”
“Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
“If you steal the blankets, I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”
“Don’t be stubborn. Try it.”
“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
“I heard you talking in your sleep.”
“The thought of losing you scares me.”
“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”
thank you. love you all.
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Recs featuring Parties
This week, we have six fics that feature some sort of party - weddings, birthday celebrations, and masquerade balls. Check them out underneath the cut, and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!
i did not wander far by inkedinserendipity (3610,General)
Warnings: None
Pairings: Jester Lavorre & Caleb Widogast, Nott & Caleb Widogast
Caleb and Jester share a birthday, but Caleb doesn't want to step on Jester's toes
Reccer says: It's cute and fluffy and sweet
TJ's Great Escape by IIvy7208 (24698,Teen)
Warnings: Abusive parenting (from Thoreau Lionett)
Pairings: Beauregard Lionett/Yasha, Beauregard Lionett & Thoreau Lionett Jr.
Beau is getting married and there’s only one member of her blood family she really wants to be there. TJ is learning all sorts of things about the sister he never got the chance to know. Thoreau Lionett Sr continues to drive his children away from him.
Reccer says: I liked it
Rendezvous with a Ghost by kaeda (12344,Teen)
Warnings: None
Pairings: Essek Thelyss & Verin Thelyss, background Shadowgast
Essek invites Verin to his wedding. Verin finds out his brother is alive - and meets the Mighty Nein.
Reccer says: Great estranged brother feelings and a wonderful outsider look at the Mighty Nein
there's a thousand stories here to catch and chase by grayintogreen (2846,Teen)
Warnings:
Pairings: Jester Lavorre & Mollymauk Tealeaf
While providing a distraction at a fancy masquerade ball, Molly runs into more figures from Lucien's past. Fortunately, Jester's close by to help back up a lie.
Reccer says: The Jester and Molly friendship here is great, as well as the angst about Molly being recognized by Lucien
Their Fond Pageant by littledust (5199,General)
Warnings: None
Pairings:
Loquatius and Laerryn's wedding turns into more of an adventure than anyone in the Ring of Brass planned.
Reccer says: A bittersweet look at happier days for the ring of brass, with lots of shenanigans and foreshadowing
electing strange perfections by necromanticomedy (yelenavasilyevna) (1505,General)
Warnings: None
Pairings: Jester Lavorre & Caleb Widogast, background Beauyasha, background Shadowgast
At Beau and Yasha's wedding, a professor and a sleuth try to solve the mystery of love.
Reccer says: It's soft and sweet and feels mature in the way that lets the characters grow older - with lots of thoughts on what what being in love means
This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3
And hey, anyone includes you!
Next week, we'll be featuring fics focusing on the Calamilty and the Ring of Brass!
Then, it'll be fics featuring Transformation, Post-Campaign, and then Marquet!
Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!
If you're looking for some more, check out some fics written in the critter genfic bingo tag, or the older rec lists! Or you can request your own card and join in on the fun!
#critical role#critter genfic rec lists#gen fic#the mighty nein#the ring of brass#Jester Lavorre#Caleb WIdogast#Nott the Brave#Essek Thelyss#Verin Thelyss#Mollymauk Tealeaf#loquatius seelie#laerryn coramar seelie
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Mandalorian Gen Fic Rec List - Volume II: Clan of Two Part II
Hello all, and welcome back to Lim's SW fic recs! This is the second post about my favorite The Mandalorian gen fics-- and this post is just about Clan of Two. Check out the previous installment (Volume I!) and the upcoming volume about side characters & adventures and encounters. For shorthand, 🔐 means a restricted work and 💜 means an personal favorite, but they are all honestly must reads. Please let me know if you like&read them, and please give your love to the authors we owe so much to!! -Yours, Lim <3
Clan of Two
People Expect Big Things From a Man With a Jetpack by @cosmicoceanfic (Din & Grogu, Gen, 2k)
“It’s like watching a baby bird try and take off for the first time,” Cara says. She holds out a corn popper to the Child, who pauses in his singleminded quest to try and devour the pendant to eye it thoughtfully.
“I could kill you any which way right now,” Din says.
Cara chews, slowly and deliberately. “You could definitely try.” The Child takes the corn popper and stares at it. “Relax, part of practicing something new is getting your ass handed to you every now and again. It’s just my right as a person to laugh at you for it.”
Higher Education by JordannaMorgan (Din & Grogu, Gen, 0.7k)
Peli wonders if Mando might be overdoing it just a little.
💜 Child-Centered Approach by @devildoll (Din & Grogu, Gen, 32k)
In which Grogu goes to school on Nevarro, Din chaperones a field trip, and nothing could possibly go wrong.
In These Soft Places by Ruuger (Din & Grogu, Gen, 1k)
Din's injuries from the battle catch up with him.
Set right after Book of Boba Fett Chapter 7 ends.
Baby's Bounty by @ooops-i-arted (Din & Grogu, Gen, 4k, Parenting Shenanigans)
Din must hunt down a valuable bounty, and there will be dire consequences if he doesn’t find his quarry…
🔐 Out of Time by @ginnyq (Din & Grogu, Gen, 11k, Angst)
When a last-minute pit stop on the way to Tython turns deadly, Din has to ask Grogu to do something he hoped would never be necessary.
But even successful plans have unforeseen outcomes, and the consequences are worse than he could have expected.
🔐 under the moon and stars by @oathkeeperoxas (Din & Grogu, Gen, 1k, Post-Season/Series 03)
Din indulges Grogu his favourite food, and decides to try something new that his son might like too.
💜 He is his father’s son (series) by @hinderr (Din & Grogu, warning this one is sad as hell, Grief/Mourning, POV Grogu)
Prince of a thousand enemies.
The Way Home by @starryreys (Din & Grogu, Gen, 2.5k, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence)
“Hey,” Cara’s voice from behind him suddenly startles him out of his thoughts. He turns around to look at her where she’s still standing in the doorway. “Are you alright?” she asks.
He looks down to the kid in his arms, tired and hurt, but safe and here. “Yeah,” he says, “I am.
(Din and Grogu make it off Gideon's light cruiser together, and Din removes his helmet for an entirely different reason.)
The Father by @starryreys (Din & Grogu, Gen, 2k)
Din’s mother had given him a wavering smile before she hugged him goodbye. His father’s hands had been steady on his shoulders as he kissed his forehead. He hadn’t realized the strength it must have taken them not to crumble until now.
Din watches the kid, his eyes never wavering, a small smile on his lips and a reassuring nod on his head. Din waits until his kid is gone from his eyeline.
Then he crumbles.
Unleash Your Creativity by wingedcats (Din & Grogu, Gen, 2k, Parenthood)
Din frowned. The silver-green smudge stared back up at him, revealing little. “It’s a self-portrait?”
“Must be.” Cara hitched one shoulder in a shrug. “Lucky we’re chasing down a Jedi for him, not an artist. Doesn’t look like he’s got much of a future there.”
“You don’t know that,” Din said, feeling unaccountably defensive. “He’s just a baby.”
Din decides to give the Child an opportunity to explore his artistic side. With mixed results.
i can’t believe they just sent baby yoda off to boarding school by wellwhiskey (Din & Grogu, Gen, 2k, Post-Season/Series 02)
“Was it worth it?” Gideon asks now. Cara knows he isn’t directing the question at Reeves. “Somehow it doesn’t feel like it was.”
i'm sick of it i'm sick of star wars
Belonging by DistantStorm (Din & Grogu, Gen, 2k, Post-Season/Series 02, The Book of Boba Fett, Luke Skywalker, 1.5k)
Luke believes he is observant, and yet—
The Force itself seems to be laughing at him. Outside the stone framed window, Luke watches his student sit at the edge of the wildflower meadow near the stream, folded into a meditative pose. A white butterfly has landed on top of his head, and several more flit around him in a shimmer of pollen and sunlight.
🔐 Undying Sea, Unquenchable Dragonfire* by @renardroi (Din & Grogu, Gen, 10k, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fae & Fairies)
Kyramud, his mind tries to remind him. This is his enemy, this is the child-thief. But it seems even he is weak to the enchanting magics of the fey people, the allure of their wild beauty. They move and look and feel like a ballad that has come to life, a siren drawing him in so that they can drown him.
Medieval Fantasy AU
Mandalorians are a dying clade of knights, the jetiise are fey creatures.
(*I see the tags on this one but they aren't yet reflected in the work and the vibes are impeccable you'll just have to trust me)
The Last of His Name by @coffeequill (Din & Grogu, Gen, 36k, Alternate Universe - Fantasy)
“I don’t joust,” says Din, out of breath.
“You do now,” says Cara, and she gives him a grin before swinging in again. He deflects it with a ring of the sliding metal.
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After escaping the clutches of Moff Gideon, Din and his foundling travel the country in search of the boy's magical people, armed with naught but beskar and horse. As money runs tight, a return to bounty hunting seems their only option. Cara enlists his help in bringing in a difficult target, but help involves his participation in a tournament, competing for a handsome pay.
To take care of his son, Din accepts, only to receive far more than he bargained for.
Boreas Sylvatica by @milokno (Din & Grogu, Gen, 17k, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Human Grogu)
Grogu stirs. His eyes flutter open, for just a moment, and he shifts closer to Din.
He stares down at the kid. His own eyes soften. The sharp, jagged lines that divide his face don’t completely disappear, but they do fade. His legs still ache, and his exhaustion doesn’t loosen where it’s constricting around his ribs— digging into the bones that stick out, ever so slightly.
All of it, though, becomes inferior to the warmth that spreads throughout his chest.
OR
While on a supply run, Din finds a child. They take care of each other.
💜 A Short Guide to Fatherhood by @burglarhobbit (Din & Grogu, Gen, 9k, Luke Skywalker, Ben Solo, Found Family, one of my favorites!)
“Well, development isn’t just for the child,” Skywalker says, inclining his head to Din. “It’s very good you’re taking the time to explain things to him that he may not yet understand, or to emphasise what he may already know but has not yet taken in very well. You can learn from him, as he does from you.”
Din nods shakily, and Grogu, settled between his legs, leans into his body. Din’s hand ghosts over Grogu’s head, and he slowly pats the child. It feels awkward, with his gloves still on, but Grogu doesn’t move away.
Skywalker moves on to the next parent in the circle, and Din feels as if he has passed another test of this so-called parenting thing.
Or: Luke Skywalker does development circles with the parents of the students in his Academy. Din isn't yet sure if that's actually helpful or not.
home again, for the first time by @icecreambeach (Din & Grogu, Gen, 2k, Post-Season/Series 03)
It’s time for Din and Grogu to rest, but not before Din does his Dad diligence. (post-season 3 finale spoilers)
Apostates and Ever Afters by DistantStorm (Din & Grogu, Gen, 1k, Found Family, The Book of Boba Fett)
A clan of two, reprised.
build it together by @ckerouac (Din & Grogu, Gen, 2k, Post-Season/Series 03, Family)
The house itself is small, but the two of them have never needed much space.
After the events on Mandalore, Din and Grogu start to build their life on Nevarro.
cookies (to share) by @hinderr (Din & Grogu, Gen, 5k, Family Feels)
Happy Valentines day. You are loved <3
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Four things that Din Djarin learns, and one thing that Grogu Djarin has always known
#the mandalorian#clan of two#the mandalorian fanfic#din djarin#grogu#fanfiction rec list#star wars#lim on the mandalorian#lim posts#lim’s fic recs#please reblog! :D
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Top Shelf
Summary: When your tinder date turns out to be a dumpster fire of a person, your evening is rescued by a handsome stranger.
Pairing: Jacob Palmer x Plus Size!F!Reader
Word Count: 1.3K
Rating: Gen. Warnings for fat shaming, awful first dates and Jacob being super charming.
A/N: No one wants this but IDC, I am lost in the Ryan Gosling sauce. Thank you N, @whatblogisthis216 and @hoe-on-the-range for looking this over! Title cred also goes to to Megan! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed this.
“So, are we going to get out of here?” Your date asks abruptly.
“I’m sorry?” You question, setting down your half-finished martini.
“You can finish your drink. Then we should go.”
“Oh… this is the first date…?” you remind him, feeling a little uncomfortable under his expectant look. “We’re just getting to know one another.”
He huffs, pursing his lips in clear irritation. “Come on now. Let’s not do this. The whole coy girl routine might work with a less attractive guy, but we both know you want to come home with me. Girls like you always do.”
“Girls like me?” You question, a sinking feeling in your stomach.
He gives you a look, eyes slowly falling down your body. He doesn’t say anything but you know exactly what he means. That realization feels like a punch to the gut, all the air leaving your lungs.
“Don’t be offended, you’ve got a pretty face.” he adds, reaching up to touch your cheek. You jerk back, bumping into someone behind you. “I’m not trying to neg you, just stating the truth. I know you want the chance to be with me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have swiped right.”
You can’t even formulate a response, embarrassed and ashamed all at once. The anger you feel is secondary to the humiliation. You press your lips together tightly, willing yourself not to cry even though you can feel that wave of emotion crawling up your throat.
“Hey, sweetheart. This guy bothering you?” A new voice asks.
You turn towards the sound, surprised to see a handsome blonde man looking intently at you. He’s dressed in an expensive suit that fits his body like a glove, highlighting his broad chest and slim hips. You stare at him, confused and surprised as he continues to watch you with steady blue eyes and a charming smile.
“Excuse me,” your date says, folding his arms across his chest.
The blonde man spares him a brief glance, lip curling up in obvious disgust.
“You’re excused,” he returns, sliding between the two of you smoothly. He doesn’t crowd your space, leaving a respectful distance between your bodies but he does effectively block your view of the other man. “Can I buy you a drink?” He continues like he didn’t just interrupt your date. “You look like a top shelf kind of girl.”
“I’m sorry…” you trail off.
“Oh, how rude of me. I’m Jacob,” he tells you, offering his hand as he raises the other to flag down the bartender. You accept it, compelled by good manners and habit. He smiles, fingertips stroking your palm briefly before pulling away. When he stares at you expectantly you realize he’s waiting for you to give him your name. After you tell him it, he repeats it back to you, keeping his smile.
“Ok dude, what the fuck?” Your date demands.
You had almost forgotten about him. Jacob half turns to face him, head cocked to the side. “Walk away,” he instructs. His tone is even but you can see the way a muscle in his cheek jumps.
“That’s my girl you’re talking to.”
“Let's ask her.” Jacob looks back at you. “This your guy, sweetheart?”
You hesitate to respond before shaking your head, aware more people have turned to watch what’s happening.
“Seems like she doesn’t agree. So… walk away.” Jacob encourages.
Your date looks around, the hand at his side shaking. He’s angry. For a second you think he might cause a scene, but then he blows out a harsh breath.
“Whatever, you can have her,” he says, backing away, muttering something under his breath that you don't catch. You suspect whatever he said isn’t kind and that’s confirmed by the way Jacob stiffens briefly. He doesn’t look back at you until your date disappears into the crowd.
“Some men have no class.” He shakes his head, offering a smile. “So about that shot. You like tequila?” He asks as the bartender stops in front of you.
“Uh… I think?” You offer as your brain tries to catch up with everything that's happened so far.
“Let’s find out,” he says with a wink.
He orders two shots of a tequila brand you’ve never heard of. You stare at the crisp 100-dollar bill he sets on the counter and then look back up at him. He seems so relaxed leaning against the bar like he's the one who's been on a date with you for the past hour and not a perfect stranger. Even though he's stupidly handsome you feel oddly at ease in his presence. Normally men that looked like that made you incredibly nervous.
“You don’t have to do this,” you tell him, tapping your fingers against the bar before you realize what you're doing. You curl your hand into a loose fist to stop the anxious gesture. There’s no way he was interested in you; he was just trying to help. “I mean, I appreciate it,” you rush to add when his brows raise. "You probably have a date or something else, um, going on."
“We don’t know each other well yet,” he says, stepping closer and dropping his hand to cover yours. “But sweetheart, I don’t do anything I don’t want to.”
The intense way he speaks coupled with the feel of his fingertips dragging over the back of your hand wakes your body up. An unexpected wave of desire rushes under your skin and you stare transfixed by his blue eyes . When he presses the shot into your hand a second later you take it and down it back automatically. You expect it to burn, but it’s smooth, leaving a trail of warmth from your mouth down to the pit of your stomach.
Jacob stares at you amused. “That was a 30 dollar shot.”
“Oh my god,” you cover your mouth embarrassed but he just laughs. “I was supposed to sip it wasn’t I?”
“No,” he says, knocking his back.
The brief appearance of his tongue when it sweeps along his bottom lip has your breathing turning shallow. Not even 10 minutes ago you were disgusted by your date's assumption that you’d go home with him and yet here you are, certain you’d leave with Jacob if he asked you to. He seems to know it too from the way his eyes sparkle as they wander down your body and back up to your face. It’s not the same kind of gross assessment of your date. It’s something softer but no less wanting.
“Why did you help me?” You blurt out, catching the both of you by surprise.
He shrugs and looks away. “That guy was a jerk. You don’t deserve to be treated that way. No one does.”
Hesitantly, you reach out and touch his arm. He looks back at you surprised. “You’re very kind, Jacob. Not a lot of people would have stepped in.”
“Sure they would have,” he dismisses.
“No, they really wouldn’t,” you insist, taking a step closer to him. “I…I know you’re just being nice, but I appreciate it.”
“I’m not always a good guy,” he tells you.
“I think you are.”
“You really are sweet, aren’t you?” he questions.
Something shifts in his expression, a subtle change in the tension of his jaw and the look in his eyes. He touches your cheek just like your date did, the catch of his calloused fingers against the soft skin sending your heart fluttering. For one wild second you think he’s going to kiss you but then he pulls away, shaking his head. Noise from the bar rushes back in and you’re aware of everyone else around you again. The charming smile is back on Jacob’s face as he signals for the bartender again. He pays the open tab left by your date before you can protest.
“You deserve better than us,” he tells you seriously, surprising you by leaning forward to brush his mouth over the corner of your lips.
The skin where his lips touched your tingles. He’s gone before you stop him, disappearing into the crowded bar like smoke in the air.
Tagging: @a-reader-and-a-writer @mrsroosterbradshaw02 @wildbornsiren @blue-aconite
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Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:
Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.
This one is long as fuck I'm sorry.
Episode 5:
JJ and Will. I'll call your mum 😂😂 I lost it.
Garcia shouting No repeatly reminds me of a child of a drunk adult refusing to go home.
The way Emily and Rossi are sitting it's like thier watching thier little child.
Dave face while he watches her I can not.
He's literally the dad. One look from her and she slowly goes quite and the. "You done?" Like bruh you are father.
Thoes two are father and daughter and it fixes my daddy issues for 50 minutes at a time.
No one like you deputy douchbag
Rossi and Luke sending him dirty looks is great.
Tara saying Gen z makes me smile for no reason.
Rossi calling deputy douchebag out. I love it when he profiles people it's so fucking soothing for my soul.
Rossi say bullshit and calling him more out. Fuck yes sir call him out my bitch.
Deputy douchebag you really think profiler can't read you think again dumbass.
Emily proud of Dave yet has to take deputy douch out of the room before more damage is done.
Emily is so fucking hot when she calls him out tho. Fucking love it when she profiles.
Son of a bitch coming from Dave is so hottt.
Why have I always gotten enemies to lovers vibes from Penelope and Tyler.
Luke and Penelope are end game always butttt.
I feel Rossi having more fun that he really should be setting thoes two to be working together.
Tyler wears crocs😂😂
Feet off the table bitchhh.
Garcia earrings are amazinggg.
Tyler asking about the catsssss.
Dave explaining thingggs it's so cuteeee.
Penelope catching on because of Reid ahh thier friendship is the best.
Penelope and Dave have and continues to be one of my fav duos.
WILL DOESN'T HAVE CANCER FUCK YESS. NOTHING LIFE THEARTNING WE ALLGOOD.
Will has good points just saying. Also I think it's time JJ should leave the BAU for her family. Do I want her to go. Fuck no she's the best.
Oh if they kill her off the season imma become an unsub.
Pinky swear 😍😍😭😭
JJ and Will own my heart.
Emily and Tara please step on me.
Benjamin mum is a dickface.
"I'll say he tricked you" grabs cup quickly so no one can asks questions.
The look Rossi gives her, he's like. Girl your issues are showing.
Ha! Tyler you just got told bitch!
He mentioned black queen. Protective Davey let's go.
Nah Dave come on you should of punched that man.
Luke go talk to Garcia she's needs you.
Penelope calling herself mama ahhh. Imma whore for her.
Prentiss unbuttoning her top and scaring deputy douchbag is great.
Yesss Mommy Prentiss 😍😍. Luke just smirked at the bullsack sentence. He's like ahh good she's arrived
Prentiss playing mommy is hot. She can be my mommy anyday.
This is giving me early Emily Prentiss vibessss fuck I miss it.
Ahh he knows shit, Prentiss is good. Deputy douch fuck off.
Tara needs more boss ass bitch scenes.
Dave acting as of he can't use technology all of sudden. Bitch did you forget your a gamer? Like it's mentioned a few times mainly on a console yes but still. Bitch you know technology you use it daily Dave.
Is Dave trying to set them up or some shit?
HE BROUGHT HER A CAT!?!
I really don't like the way they are getting along. But also like the second they met I knew it. But LUKE AND GARCIA IS LOVE. But this is new love... but I don't like it. Maybe.
Prentiss is love. She a bad bitch. Don't therten her you litter ass bitch I'll fight her. Emily stand ya ground.
Deputy douchbag grow some balls.
Sicarius is hot. I'm sorry I'm a whore for a man like him. And I opps.
Haha bitch you dead.
Deputy douch this your fault.
Go off Emily go offffff.
Cat. Catttt. Cute cat. Tyler holding cat is Hella cute.
But Dave seriously we needa talk. This man is who you want to be dating the girl you see as a daughter. SERIOUSLY?! DO YOU DISLIKE LUKE THAT MUCH?!?!
Is JJ and Luke in trouble?..I'm scared.
Tyler still holding cat fucking hell.
I'm scared. JJ DONT DO IT. Ahh she's ringing him I wanna cry. Stay by the car please.
Deputy douch shutting up finally.
Emily voice waver on the please.
I'm sorry I started laughing at Penelopes. Oh no..
Tara and Luke are bestie like I know they all family but thoes two remind me of Derek and Spencer and I. Ow.
Rossi can't handle anymore deaths please.
I mean we all know no ones gonna die cos like they aren't gonna do that but still.
Oooh what if this is how they bring back Reid or Hotch or even my Morgan 😍😋 just like they run to the hospital cos JJ is hurt.
So is that when Penelope confesses to Luke that she's is love orrrr do I have to wait longer for that?
#criminal minds evolution#criminal minds#cme spoilers#emily prentiss#david rossi#jennifer jareau#jj#penelope garcia#tara lewis#luke alvez#will lamontagne#aaron hotchner#spencer reid#derek morgan#garvez
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as it always does, time marches on
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: N/A
Fandom: Supernatural
Ship: Gen (Lucifer & Raphael)
Additional Tags: Trans Character, Nonbinary Raphael (Supernatural), Trans Lucifer (Supernatural), Sibling Bonding, Shopping, Dresses, Good Older Sibling Lucifer (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Human, Human Lucifer (Supernatural), Human Raphael (Supernatural)
Wordcount: 500
Summary:
Lucifer goes clothes shopping with Raphael.
"Raphael?" Lucifer says. He's leaning back against the door to their dressing room. He's trying to pretend that he doesn't tense every time someone walks past, even if they're clearly only moving on to the next room to try out their own clothes. He won't let anyone ruin this for Raphael. He's willing to make a scene about it, to get thrown out of the store if he needs to. He hadn't spoken to Raphael in almost four years before today, but they are still his little sibling.
He doesn't think Raphael would have called him if they didn't want a guard dog.
"I'm almost done," Raphael says, their voice low and muffled through the door. Lucifer tilts his head. He knows that particular tone of voice.
"Are you stuck?"
Raphael's quiet for a second. "Yes."
"Can I come in?"
"Please." Lucifer looks both ways, but there's no one else around at the moment. He turns as he hears the lock on the door click, and Raphael lets him inside. He sees the problem immediately. The zipper on the back of their dress has snagged in just the wrong place. He puts a hand on their shoulder as he fiddles with it until it slides up, covering up their shoulderblades and that sliver of a scar right at the tip of their spine from when they fell out of a tree as a kid. They'd been trying to steady Gabriel to keep him from tumbling over and gotten knocked off balance themselves. Lucifer could still remember vividly the way his fingertips brushed their little arm as he failed to catch them.
He touches their arm now, briefly. Their skin is softer now than he remembers, and he sometimes can't tell what changes in their face are age alone and which are from their new hormones. "There you go," he says. "How does it feel?" Raphael rolls their head and their hair falls down their back again, covering the zipper. The dress is Lucifer's suggestion, all because he doesn't want Raphael walking out of this store with only shades dark gray or blue. He'd found one in vibrant lavender, and now, they're-
"It's not as scratchy as the last one," Raphael says. "Does it look good?" Lucifer recognizes the tremor of uncertainty because he's heard it in his own voice before.
"Beautiful," he tells them. "You look beautiful." In the mirror, he watches their expression go from surprise to delight to new confidence.
Maybe there's a small part of Lucifer that's jealous. That wishes he didn't have to stand alone years ago and convince himself that he was doing everything right before he stepped out as scared as he walked in.
But there's a larger part that only cares about making sure Raphael never knows what that's like. He doesn't know his sibling as well as he should, and at this point, he's willing to take half the blame for that. But he's done this.
He will be here for them.
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#SPNArchangelWeek#fanfiction#101-1000#general audiences#spn#genfic#lucifer & raphael#raphael spn#lucifer spn#human!lucifer#human!raphael#trans!raphael#trans!lucifer
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the music of the spheres (Jedi: Fallen Order)
Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order, 2000 words, gen. Greez & Cal. Greez Dritus tries to get used to his new passenger. Set immediately after the prologue. Just a little early found family, a little bit of Cal's PTSD, and Greez looking out for someone besides himself.
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The Mantis hummed her way through hyperspace, the way she always did when he managed to stay caught up on repairs. Greez hummed with her, a little half-melody under his breath, careful not to wake Cere and Cal. A strange crew if he’d ever had one.
He shook his head, waiting for his tea to steep. This was a weird gig. Probably his weirdest. Definitely the first time he’d ever been hired to do something of galactic importance. He gave his tea a final stir and twitched the teabag out, taking a deep breath of mintrose and bluewing honey. This was some of the last of his stash, but It’d been a rough few weeks on the run and dank farrik, he deserved a little treat.
He went to take a sip, but the scalding heat deterred him. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised; he knew how long it took the tea to cool. Impatient as always.
He hummed his half-melody, then let it fade in his throat. There was some other sound mixed in, something wrong, discordant. Greez picked up his head, ears twitching. What was that? He set down his cup of tea carefully on a coaster and gazed around.
Cere was still up front, stretched out and snoozing quietly in her chair. She’d complain about being sore in the morning, but she was the one who’d grumbled at him when he tried to convince her to go catch some proper shut-eye. Wasn’t her, then.
He heard it again, a sound that didn’t fit with the familiar thrum of the Mantis. Some kind of mumbling. He couldn’t make out the words.
Maybe the kid was chanting? Seemed like something a Jedi would do. He ought to leave him to it. But Greez was a nosy one, and it was his ship, anyway. He left the galley and headed back to the bunks.
He heard a distinct “no” and he nearly stopped and turned around. He was halfway through calling out a hasty apology when he realized it didn’t seem like the word had been said at him. He crept on down the hallway.
In the dim sleeping lights he could just make out the kid, curled up in his bunk, fast asleep. Maybe he’d imagined hearing something? But the kid’s face looked tense. Off, somehow. Greez watched him, feeling unsettled, though he wasn’t sure why.
The kid flinched. “No, please, stop -- don’t shoot, don’t --” the kid slurred. Even from a few feet away Greez could tell he was shivering in his sleep. “Master -- ‘m sorry -- no --”
That was far enough. “Kid?” Greez called out. “Uh, hey, Cal? You all right?”
The kid snapped awake, wild eyes darting, shoulders heaving. He sat up sharply, taking ragged, gulping breaths. “What -- where am I --”
“Hey, it’s okay,” said Greez awkwardly, holding out his hands. You put your foot in it now, Dritus! He slowed his speech, tried on what he hoped was a soothing tone. “You’re on the Mantis, with me and Cere. Remember us? Picked you up on Bracca? Saved you?”
“Bracca -- Prauf…” the kid said, the hunted look fading into something dazed and blank. He blinked, then scrubbed at his eyes with the back of his grimy hand. “I -- I must have been dreaming. I remember now.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bunk, swallowing. “What is it?”
Greez twisted his lower pair of hands together, fiddling with his fingers. “You were talkin’ in your sleep.”
“Oh,” Cal said. He looked away. “I didn’t know. Sorry.”
“You got nothing to be sorry for,” said Greez. Kriff, what was with this kid? “Just didn’t sound pleasant, that’s all. Figured I’d check on you. You okay?”
Cal opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. “I don’t know,” he said sheepishly. “I guess not? I try not to think about it.” He smiled. It looked like he was trying to remember how.
Greez let out a long breath. “Huh. I know a thing or two about that, I guess. Hey. Come on, kid, take a walk with me.”
“A walk? Did we land?”
“Figure of speech. But you look like you could use something to clear your head.”
Cal stared down at his boots. “Did I wake you up? I didn’t mean to.”
“No, you’re -- Come on, look, I ain’t asking a third time.”
“Uh, all right,” the kid said. He got to his feet, towering over Greez. Well, he wasn’t the tallest human Greez had ever seen, but he gangled, and it made him seem taller. Maybe it was part of a larval stage human younglings went through.
Greez led him back to the galley, gangles and all. “Go on, grab some seat. Got something for ya.” The kid sat down on the couch, clearly confused.
Greez didn’t blame him. Hell, he felt a little confused about this too. What was he supposed to do? He was harboring two Jedi -- well, a former one, and half of one -- on his ship, he had about sixteen bounties out on his head, and now the Empire and the Inquisitors were breathing down his neck. None of it made any damn sense, and he had no idea how he was going to handle any of it.
He could handle this one little thing, though.
Greez grabbed the tea, now cooled to the perfect drinking temperature. It panged him, but he handed it to the kid and pressed it into his gloved hands. “Here you go. Made it special, just for you.”
The kid’s eyelids fluttered closed, and he froze for a moment, lost in some kind of reverie. He shook himself free of it and gave Greez a smile, one that reached his eyes this time. “No, you made it for you. You were looking forward to it. You should have it.”
Greez groaned. “Is this some weird Force magic? You have tea-sensing abilities? Cere didn’t tell me that.”
Cal snorted. “Not specifically tea, that would be weird. Just -- sometimes I get echoes from the Force in things. Memories. This time it just happened to be tea.” He paused. “You sure you don’t want it? It does smell pretty good.”
“Nah,” Greez said, waving an arm and settling down beside the kid. “My great-grandma always used to make it when I had trouble sleeping. Looks like you need it more than I do.”
The kid nodded. “I don’t sleep so well,” he admitted. “I mean, I guess you noticed that.” He took a drink of the tea, and sighed in surprise. “Hey. That’s, um, that’s really good. What is it?”
“Mintrose,” said Greez proudly. “Grew it myself here on the ship. Though it’s the last harvest I’ll get for a cycle, I think. You can only take so much at a time.”
Cal took another drink. “What’s the sweetness? Is that the mintrose?”
“Bluewing honey,” Greez said. “Got it off a trader in Mos Eisley. Stuff’s supposed to be rare as anything, but I won it in a game of sabacc. Running out, though, I’ll have to find more.” Especially if he was going to have to share his stock with this hangdog scrapper kid.
“You really think there’s something out there, like Cere says?” Cal asked. “Something to hope for?”
“Don’t look at me. It’s above my pay grade,” said Greez.
The kid lowered his eyes, shoulders slumping beneath his too-large poncho. “Yeah, I figured.” He took another drink. His face twisted to one side, like he wanted to say something and thought better of it.
“Ah, don’t do that.”
“Do what?” Cal asked.
“The whole existential dread thing. Weight of the galaxy and all that. Is that a Jedi thing? Cere does it too when she thinks I’m not looking.”
The kid laughed, a short, bitter sound. “Maybe it is a Jedi thing.”
Huh. This wasn’t helping the kid, Greez realized. He leaned back in his seat, thought about the wide starflung void surrounding them. Could there be something out there? Something to hope for? If there was, it’d be a damn shame to leave it all to the Empire. Wouldn’t it?
“Don’t listen to me,” he said abruptly. “There really might be something to Cere’s idea. I dunno, it’s between you and her to figure out. But honestly? I hope she’s right. Galaxy could use a new bright spot.”
Cal raised his head, staring at the holotable. The holo projection of Bogano blinked above it, a sleepy little world in green and brown and blue far on the Outer Rim.
Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was something.
“A new bright spot? …It’d mean a lot.” Cal finished the tea and set it down.
“Coaster!”
“Sorry!” The kid twitched one over with a wave of his fingers, setting the mug down on top of it. “Sorry.”
“S’all right,” said Greez, but he surreptitiously reached out and wiped away the bit of moisture clinging to the table’s surface. “Just trying to keep her in good shape. She’s all I got.”
“Well, you’re doing it,” said Cal. “The ship’s great!”
“You’re just sayin’ that.”
“I’ve seen a lot of ships in the past five years, Greez. Trust me. She’s all right,” said Cal earnestly.
“Yeah? Tell me about ‘em. I always like hearing ship stories.”
Cal settled in, leaning back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling, deep in thought. He pursed his lips. “Ever seen the guts of a Lucrehulk?”
Greeze whistled. “I’ve heard about ‘em. Never seen one in the flesh. That must’ve been something else back when it was new, huh? How long does it take to scrap something like that?”
Cal laughed again, stifling a yawn. “Well, the freighter we had down on Bracca? The Seia Khorrinos? That’s what I first started on, after I -- Anyway, five years later, they’re still working on it. It’s stripped down pretty far -- we definitely made some progress -- but there’s still years of work to do. Solid construction, though. You don’t see many like that.”
“Sounds impressive. Never saw one myself in the Clone Wars,” said Greez. “Tried to stay out of things if I could. But one time I ran the wrong way up against a Subjugator. Damn thing packs a helluva punch.”
Cal yawned again. “What were you doing, trying to get past a Subjugator? In this ship? You a smuggler, Greez? Be honest.”
“Me? A smuggler? I’m wounded at the accusation,” Greez argued. “Okay, sure, I’m smuggling some Jedi right now, but that’s different.” He launched into a fine retelling of how he’d been carrying cargo for some backwater scuzz to pay off a gambling debt, how he’d been caught in the midst of a crazed firefight, how he’d jettisoned the cargo to confuse the droid fighters and dashed away victoriously into the safety of hyperspace --
When he looked over and saw the kid had fallen asleep.
“All right, all right,” said Greez. He got up and shuffled to the kid’s bunk, and came back with a blanket. He tossed it over him, then poked him in the shoulder until the kid mumbled something. “Lay down, you’re gonna be sore if you don’t.”
“Mrrph ffrr brr,” the kid muttered, stretching out on the couch. Greez winced, realizing the kid still had on his oil-stained boots; they were gonna scuff up the seat something fierce. He let out a long breath, fighting the urge to shove the kid’s feet back to the ground, and shrugged all four shoulders.
Eh. He could always clean it up in the morning.
He hit the galley lights, and deep, comforting darkness filled the ship. The emergency lights twinkled in the black, their colorful pinpoints melding with the soft holo glow of Bogano. A bright spot, indeed.
“Night, kid.”
The only reply came in Cal’s quiet breathing, interwoven with the shimmering hum of the Mantis gliding through hyperspace. Greez nodded, humming his little half-melody along with the song of his ship, and this time, it sounded right.
#jedi: fallen order#jedi: fallen order fanfiction#cal kestis#greez dritus#star wars fanfiction#cal kestis fanfiction#a couple easter eggs in here#mintrose tea was something i made up for my tali-mancing Shepard stories#pretty sure i called something bluewing honey in a dragon age fic or headcanon somewhere#the seia khorrinos is a reference to my two oldest OCs from my 8th grade sci fi story some 25 years back#my jedi fic
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