#our life x reader fluff
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Hi, take this when you feel like doing requests. :D
I had the idea of a sweet and fun step 2 scenario with Cove, where (gender neutral) mc would wait to beach to spent the day with Cove who has yet to arrive. While mc is waiting and sitting in the sand, they thought it would be a fun idea to pass the time by drawing in the sand, a couple sand scribbles in they get the impulsive idea to write Cove's name and draw a heart around, the plan was to do it and immediately swipe it away before Cove arrives.
But to mc's misfortune (/lh) Cove arrives behind them exactly as they draw the heart. So I wanna see what you make of it from there, about how Cove reacts, the mc reacts, what both of them feel about the situation, etc. It's meant to be cute, funny, and wholesome between two awkward teens who have a crush on each other.
I hope this idea seems fun to you :D
Sorry this took a while!
Cove holden x reader
Caught
Romantic, fluff
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You’re currently spending your time lounging on the beach, your fingers trail in the sand absentmindedly. You and Cove were supposed to be meeting on the beach today, but he seemed to be taking his sweet time with coming over there. You honestly couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing at this point, mostly because of your newly discovered feelings for the boy. Ah yes, you had gained feelings for your childhood best friend. Your mind caught up to your current activity, watching as your finger dragged in the sand in the shape of a heart. A smile appeared on your face as you wrote a special name in the middle of the heart, that being the title of your current crush. Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice “(Name)?” You turned around in an instant, seeing the familiar green haired boy.
“Hey Cove! Nice to see you…” You say, trying to look into his eyes and wipe away the heart simultaneously.
“What are you drawing?” Cove peeks behind you, seeing the heart that you are very much missing in your efforts. His cheeks flush a bright pink at the sight of his name written in the middle of the affectionate symbol.
“I know this looks a certain way…” You say, a bit flustered yourself. “I was just drawing! Nothing more nothing less!”
Cove’s blush died down a bit, but was still apparent. “I-I get it, nothing more nothing less” Cove said, sounding slightly down.
“I didn’t mean it like that! I guess I did but I didn’t!” You try and reassure Cove.
“It’s fine. Do you.. wanna surf maybe?” Cove said, attempting to change the topic.
“Sure. Just ignore me though, we both know I can be an idiot sometimes.” You say while attempting to lighten the mood.
“Mm, agree to disagree.” Cove smiled at you and you both walked over to water, the awkward discussion finally being put to rest. At some point you may need to confess, but luckily for you that was not today.
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Tell me if anyone wants a confession ending for this instead :)
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Living near a beach all their life ideally would have made anyone develop a better immune system than most.
There’s the warmth of the ever-loving sun, the salty ocean breeze, the fun things you could do on the beach. With that said, you really don’t know what got you bedridden since yesterday night.
*Ah-choo!!*
You quickly grab a tissue from your bedside table, bringing it to your face to blow your nose pitifully. A cough quickly follows suit, shaking your whole being. You gingerly toss the balled up tissue to the bin except that you miss it by a couple of feet. Head throbbing from the hard cough you just had, you huff in annoyance as you slather your hands with the hand sanitizer you have on you.
“Goddd, I hate being sick.”
That seems to be the cue for Mom to knock and come in with a tray of what you could only guess as chicken noodle soup, a glass of water, and medicine. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
You whine despite yourself. “Bad,” you try to sit up slowly when another sneeze hunches your upper body. “Ugh, very bad.”
“Aww, I’m sorry, baby,” she sets the tray on your bedside table then reaches out to feel your forehead using the back of her hand. She hums thoughtfully, “Still hasn’t gone down. Here, eat. The warm soup should make you feel better.”
She adjusts the pillow behind you and you uncurl your back as she does so. “Where’s Ma?”
Your Mom sniffs and dabs fake tears from her eyes. “You look for Ma while I’m right here? You hurt my feelings, [Name].”
The scowl you’re wearing must have worked (as much as a half-hearted scowl could) because she adds right after a small endearing sigh, “She had to go to work. You know that she’d have wanted to be here taking care of you instead of going to work, but I already took the day off. You’ll see her this afternoon, okay?” She fixes your hair and kisses your forehead softly.
“Okay. Thank you,” you try to clear your throat. “I’ll feed myself, Mom, no need to worry.” She laughs at that.
With the food set up on the bed tray, she stands up then gestures to the door. “Then I’ll be outside if you need me.”
You make a noncommittal sound then start spooning the soup to eat. It’s good. Warm and soothing. You are on your fifth spoonful when you hear the doorbell ring muffledly from the first floor.
“Hi, Cove!” You hear your Mom’s voice greet the visitor. Your ears instantly perk up at that. Cove? There was a bit of a hushed discussion and then you hear the door close.
Did he leave? You pout at the thought. Maybe Mom made him leave because you're sick. You frown harder at that. But you want to see him…
The spoon is halfway to your mouth once again when you hear a soft knock from the other side of your door. “[Name]? It’s Cove.”
“C-Cove!” you almost choke at your words when a hack disrupts your speech. “Come” –a cough– “in–”
The door opens, your neighbor’s wavy eyebrows downturned as he surveys you. “I’m here… Are you okay?”
You chuckle at that. “As okay as someone could be with their immunocytes fighting for their life.”
He laughs airily, the mirth not quite reaching his eyes. “I heard that you were sick. Why didn’t you tell me?”
You look at your phone five steps away from your bed and he follows your gaze. “Something about my phone being literally out of my reach.” You turn to him, “How did you know I’m sick?”
“Liz.”
“Oh– I may or may not have been complaining to her about wanting to see you but not being able to.”
“Oh… I was actually almost sent away just now, but I also wanted to see you so I tried to convince your mom to let me stay.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah…”
“Thanks for staying.”
“No problem.”
You blink at him, his gaze locked onto your eyes. There’s an expression on his face that you can’t quite place. Almost like–but maybe it’s just your fever making you see things–
“I’m sorry we can’t hang out,” you shift awkwardly. “Weren’t you planning on doing something today?”
He breaks off his gaze from you and moves to bring your desk chair beside your bed. “It’s alright. I-it’s not as fun without you around.”
You look down at the soup starting to cool off on your tray, feeling your cheeks become hotter for some reason. “...I see.” You bite your lip, still not looking up.
Cove sits on the chair and looks at the poster on the opposite wall. “You should probably finish the soup.”
You regard him, a bit incredulous. “You gonna watch me eat?”
It’s then that you notice he’s not looking at you and that his ears and neck are redder than when he got sunburnt that one time he stubbornly did not put on sunscreen. That only happened once, in your younger years, and you never saw it happen again. Maybe he stayed too long outside before coming to your house. You open your mouth to speak when he responds:
“Well, not watch watch, that would be weird–! I just thought it’d be nice to hang out here, for a bit, since you can’t go outside and all. And I don’t have to stay if you’d rather be alone; I totally understand–” he gestures wildly, and you feel your hand stretching out to his gesticulating hands.
“Calm down, Cove,” you laugh softly. “I want you here. I mean,” you clear your throat, “Yes, of course we can hang out. Though I’m kind of worried about you catching whatever I have right now.”
Your neighbor stills, looking fixedly at your hand touching his wrist. Then he looks up, seagreen eyes wavering a bit. Softly, he says, “I think I’ll be fine. I’ll stay.”
You grin at him, reluctantly letting go of his wrist. “So what were you doing before coming here?”
He smiles back, then regales you of stories about what he did earlier today as you finish up your chicken noodle soup and take your medicine.
~*~
You fell asleep.
Cove looks at your sleeping figure, seemingly deep in thought. He breathes out a laugh when you wrinkle your nose in your sleep.
Cute.
Huh, what?
Man, he should get it together.
He sighs, defeated. There’s something that’s been bothering him lately.
It’s you.
He can’t seem to stop thinking about you lately, and it’s driving him insane.
He finds himself staring at you more. He blames it on how bright and captivating your smile is.
He finds himself itching to touch you more. But you’re best friends. You do touch platonically quite a lot. You hold hands when necessary. (When he helps you go up the poppy hill. When he helps you go down to the beach. When you go to town during the peak summer season and he doesn’t want to lose you in the not-quite-a-crowd crowd. Those are what he considers necessary.) And you do hug. Side hugs are quite normal in your friendship, but lately he does not seem to want to let go.
It’s you, on his mind, 24/7. He’s not sure for how much longer he can take it.
You shift in your sleep, kicking off your blanket. His mind stops whirring at that and stands up to gently put the blanket back over your exposed feet.
Inching his chair closer, he eyes your hand over the blanket and sighs again for the hundredth time in the past hour.
He wants to hold your hand so bad.
But it’s just right there, open for the taking. He’s almost sure you wouldn’t mind him holding your hand, but doing it while you’re asleep and unaware is making him doubt that.
His hands tremble on his lap.
He’s gonna do it.
His heart beats faster inside his ribcage and sweat beads on his neck. Slowly and steadily, he outstretches his hand until the pads of his fingers lightly touch the back of your hand. Gently, he flips your hand over then clasps your hand in his.
He wills his heart rate down then marvels at you.
Smiling to himself, he stands and leans down to press a light kiss on your temple.
“Feel better soon, [Name].”
With that soft get well soon wish, he sits back down, your hand in his hand.
Maybe one day he’ll be able to confess his feelings for you. And he’ll get to do it while you’re awake.
~*~
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You blink blearily, seeing your bedroom walls shining with a bright orange-pink glow from your window. With a deep sigh, you look at the digital clock you have on your bedside table. It reads 5:37 PM.
Must’ve fallen asleep sometime after eating– And.
Oh, right! Cove was here.
Your eyes look around, trying to get back to the waking world. Did he leave already?
That’s when you notice a weight on your hand, then you look to your side to see your neighbor, Cove James Holden, asleep, using one arm as a pillow as his other hand holding yours. His seagreen hair almost looked golden due to the sunset hues coming from the window behind him.
Like a moth to a flame, you can’t help but draw your other hand close to touch his hair. You’re about to pat his head when you feel his hand lightly grip the hand in his hold. “[Name]?”
You smile awkwardly at him, caught red handed. You clear your throat. “Uh, good evening?”
He grins at you drowsily, taking your other hand and letting it flop on his hair. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” you smile softly. Better since you came here.
“Hmm, that’s good,” he yawns. “Sorry, I fell asleep here.”
“Wouldn't be the first time.”
“Ha, you’re right,” he laughs, eyes shining as he beholds you. “[Name].”
“Hmm?” You continue stroking his now-golden hair, a soft smile on your face.
He looks at you seriously and you see the gears in his head turn and finally decide against what he initially planned. He shakes his head, looking down at your joined hands. “Sorry, it’s nothing.”
You nod sagely, then give him a light grin. “It’s okay… Feel free to tell me when you’re ready.”
“I will. When I’m ready.”
With hands comfortable in each other's, the both of you sit in contemplative silence; it's quiet but not uncomfortable. For a brief moment only the rolling waves from the beach and your soft breathing were the only sounds you can hear, then you ask,
“Hey, you did not use the window,” you tease.
He grins, gently pushing stray hair from your eyes, “You're practically bedridden, would you have opened it for me still?”
“Yes.”
Maybe it's because of the way you looked while you said it, or the fact that the answer quickly left your mouth, but your response startles a laugh out of Cove. “I figured. Which is why I didn't. Shouldn't disturb resting patients and all that.” He laughs fondly, adjusting his hold on your now sweating palms. He does not seem to want to let go despite that.
You pout. Is he making fun of you?
“Sorry, I'm not making fun of you,” he lightly grins, his thumb rubbing at your hand soothingly. “I just really didn’t want to disturb you while you're resting.”
Your heart rate speeds up and your face heats up at his soft admission, leaving you no choice but to look away. God, you really, really hate being sick. Maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you, because why is he looking at you like that?
Him and his soft eyes and soft grin and soft hair and soft demeanor looking at you like he’s…
…
“What a charmer,” you mutter under your breath.
Your neighbor’s wavy eyebrows shoot up at that, “What?” His lips wobble into a startled frown and whines, “Hey, I was being serious you know.”
You sigh, then slowly shift yourself up. You do not miss the way Cove immediately stands to help you, his hand still holding yours. You take in the hold he has on you then at him as he settles back down once you’re comfortably sitting up.
“Cove.”
“Hmm?”
You laugh at the feeling of deja vu. Didn’t this happen just a few minutes earlier? You grin at him. “Nothing, I guess I’ll tell you when you’re ready to tell me what you were about to tell me earlier.” You lightly squeeze his hand in yours to tell him that you’re not making fun of him.
It may be too soon, but you hope he tells you tomorrow when you’re fully recovered.
fic by @coveted-covey (2024).
a/n: slowly experimenting with formatting and stuff. i'm still not sure what i'm doing but i'm getting there! lol
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Since it's getting close to Valentines Day, I wanted to ask something wholesome.
Imagine getting one of those candy and card things in school (I think they are called Teddygrams) for Cove. (This can be any step)
i looked it up, n google just showed me pictures of bear shaped graham crackers n ion think thats what you mean...
but i do know what you're talking about!!! i remember exchanging happy V-day cards and candy w the class!!! i've been thinking abt step 2 mc and cove exchanging gifts, so i'm glad others are thinking abt the same thing too.. and even though this is, prbly, definitely?, different than what you want, i was alrdy writing something so here you go LOL happy valentines day everyone <33
tags : Fluff, step 2, gn reader, you or cove confessed at the end of step 2, multiple choice dialogue, your mom is out to embarrass u for sure....
synopsis : cove asks you to be his valentine for the first time as his partner.. he's probably way more nervous than he should be.
cove doesn't know what got into him this year.
well.. he does. you two started dating last summer and with valentines day decor and gifts all over town, and sly comments from his father about his plans for the week. he can't ignore it.
he also can't ignore the fact that he does want to do.. something for you for valentines day. enough though it's embarrassing and nerve crushing, and he could probably drill a hole in the ground with how much he's shaking.
but he tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, and he definitely ignores the way his dad looks at him, a smirk on his face as he watches cove carefully put your gift in his backpack, and when cove glares at him, he whistles around the edge of his coffee mug, his eyes drifting around the room and turns his back to cove.
cove ignores his dad's shaking shoulders, and continues to ignore him until it's time to leave.
cove throws his bag over his shoulder, avoiding his dad's gaze as he flips the locks. "i'm going now, bye dad..."
cliff smiles, feeling a bit bad that cove looks so flustered, but he's sure he'll make it worse if he tries to comfort him. "okay, have a good day at school! tell everyone i said hi."
cove peers at his dad, trying to weigh if there's any sarcasm or teasing his dad's words... but he just nods and slips out the door, deciding to lock it on his way out.
even though he can't wait to se you, he also is procrastinating the inevitable...
he eventually finds his way across the road, and on your doorstep, hypnotically knocking on the door, a habit he is used to but also falling out of ever since you two agreed on another method of entrance via your window...
the door flies open, and instead of you, he's greeted with elizabeth's bored expression.
her face morphs into a lopsided smirk, a quip on the tip of her tongue.
she turns over her shoulder, yelling. "y/n! your baby boyfriend is here!"
cove sputters, his face flushing a bright, deep red. he hears some muffled yelling and thumps, presumably from you, but your mom coming around the corner keeps him from dwelling on it.
she puts her hand on elizabeth's shoulder, squeezing. "now now, be nice! it's a bright and new day after all, don't start by teasing the poor boy."
cove eyes pamela while she speaks with elizabeth, already knowing she's just saving her comments for later, and that she's just saving cove from elizabeth's terror since noelani left for work earlier.
pamela turns to cove, smiling brilliantly. "good morning cove. lovely day isn't it?"
ugh, she's definitely hinting about it being valentines day...
cove nods, "uh, yeah... good morning, mrs. l/n. my dad said hi, by the way."
she nods, waving him in. "tell him hi for me. you two should join us for dinner one of these days! it's been awhile.."
cove nods along with her ramblings, sitting stiffly on the couch, not sure where to look since elizabeth is also on the other end, stretched out across the other couch and engrossed in her teen magazine.
the creaking of the stairs snap cove out of his daze, and he ignores the snickering and hushed words between elizabeth and pamela.
you give a look to your mom and sister, but your eyes quickly turn to cove and you brighten up.
"oh! hi, cove.." you smile, hiding something by your side, trying to shield whatever it is with your backpack.
pamela claps, commanding attention. "now that you're all ready, lets get going, i gotta get to work. liz, where's your bag?"
cove stands up, walking to you to escape elizabeth's whining about being called 'liz', running to you to greet you.
you smile, a bit flustered this morning since unbeknownst to him, you also have a gift for him.
cove scratches his arm, smiling shyly, "um, hi y/n.."
there's a stretch of silence between you, awkward glances and you're fidgeting with your hands.
"um.." you break the silence, shuffling on your feet. "i have something for you... i was gonna give it to you at lunch but, maybe now is better?..."
you hold out a box with a red ribbon around the box, a little card folded and slipped through the ribbon.
cove flushes, a soft "oh!" slipping out his mouth. he probably shouldn't be surprised by the gift, but it doesn't mean he isn't flustered still.
your first valentines together... his heart is gonna beat out his chest.
"feel free to open it up and taste it, i [ made it myself / made it with ma / bought it ], so i hope it tastes good..." you ramble, watching cove read the card, his blush only spreading to his ears.
he pulls the ribbon, opening the box with slightly shaky hands.
he brightens up when he sees the brownies inside, white and pink chocolate drizzled on top with heart shaped sprinkles. it's cute, and looks extra yummy with caramel and chocolate chips inside the perfectly cut cubes of brownie.
he looks up, like an eager puppy, "can i really try it now?"
you nod, and cove breaks off a piece, chewing on it happily.
he licks his lips, eager to eat it right here and now but he decides to save it for later, remembering he has something for you too.
"uh, i have something for you too..." cove grabs his bag by the door, unzipping and reaching into an inside pocket and pulls out a pink, plush bunny holding a heart, and a box with a pretty ribbon wrapped around it.
you take it from him, squishing the rabbit in your hands and enjoying the fluffy fabric. reluctantly you put down the soft rabbit, in favor of opening the box that cove said you could open too.
you look inside, happy to see your favorite, [ chocolate / chocolate covered strawberries / cookies ] inside it.
you look up at cove, trying to meet cove's dodgy gaze. he scratches his cheek, shyly meeting your eyes. "i'm not good at cooking, so i just bought 'em. but i promise they're good! at least, i think.. i hope, they were the nicer ones so.." cove trails off.
you wave him off, closing the box. "they're perfect! thank you cove.."
you open your arms, silently asking for a hug which cove all but dives into, snaking his arms around your back and melting in your arms.
he's so happy.. and his heart has returned to a more reasonable beat.
you break apart, and cove covers his mouth and cheeks, feeling shy. "so.. does that mean you'll uh, be my valentine?" cove mumbles just loud enough for you to hear.
your smile wide, unable to keep the grin off your face. you nod, "i'd really like that, cove."
cove smiles, so happy he could float. "so.. do you wanna eat lunch with me? i mean.. i know we do already but like.. just you and me? maybe?" cove anticipates your response, buzzing with new, good energy.
you bite your lip, trying not to laugh at how cove is just missing a wagging tail to match his enthusiasm. "yeah, i'd like that too."
but your mom shouts from the door way, her keys jingling in her hand.
"okay lovebirds, now that you've set a date, lets go! you're late for your date with algebra!"
"mom!" you groan, looking at her laughing form with a scandalized look, cove shrinking, hiding his face.
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Late Movie Night w/ Cove
Trying a different style of writing b/c fanfictions take more time and I feel like I need to give yall something because of my extensive break T_T <3 enjoy
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(This Step 3 Cove b/c he lives with his dad still btw)
⁍ Cove loves late movie nights where you two cuddle up on a couch and fall asleep in each other's arms. (It's more so because he doesn't need to ask you to stay the night, and it's an easier way for him to get comfortable sleeping next to you)
⁍ It'll be some sort of cheesy movie that you two talked about earlier or some TV show you like because he's naturally a people pleaser and enjoys seeing you happy
⁍ Even before you two dated you both had movie nights and eventually he decided to keep multiple blankets you specifically prefer and movies you like in close proximity.
⁍ Cove is definitely the type of person to mix different candies into popcorn, but if you dislike that he will always make you a separate bucket with normal popcorn. It consists of: popcorn (obvi), M&M's, different types of chocolate chips, mini Reese's cups (as long as you're not allergic to peanut butter/nuts), and mini marshmallows.
⁍ He naturally is a little bit of an overindulger yet somehow stays in perfect shape. But more on this topic, he goes to the store with you the day before or the night of, and you both raid the shelves of different aisles if there is even a slight chance you two might like something (he makes sure to grab the things you like, so when you ask if you should grab something he will say "Oh, I already grabbed it" and show you.)
⁍ While you two are watching said movie or a TV show, he completely melts in your arms when you press your fingers into his hair and lightly drag your nails against his head. He blushes and closes his eyes when you do this.
⁍ If you are lying on his chest facing towards him and you end up falling asleep, he will make sure NO ONE wakes you up. Even if his dad comes home late and he asks what's going on, Cove will immediately put a finger up to his mouth and whisper "Y/N is asleep".
⁍ He feels honored that you feel so comfortable that you're willing to fall asleep next to him and trust him enough that he will protect you. It seems like such a simple thing to any other person, but to Cove, it makes him feel appreciated.
⁍ In the morning if you're more of an early bird you make a grand breakfast for him which consists of pancakes, eggs, waffles, sausage, various berries, and other typical breakfast items. He will wake up in the middle of your cooking and is met with the strong scent of bacon and pancakes, which brings a smile to his face.
⁍ Eventually after his morning grogginess subsides, he makes his way over to the stool in front of the island and will watch you adoringly as you finish, not wanting to get in your way.
⁍ After you finish you both indulge in your very hefty breakfast and end up going back to your house w/ Mom and Ma and give them some of what you cooked because you made way too much (Not even Cove could finish it all, and that's surprising)
⁍ If you two are dating then he probably ends up going into a tiny food coma in your bed upstairs and you secretly sneak in next to him after he's asleep so you can cuddle with him.
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Cove’s hands traveled across your body, an almost motherly expression on his face. "I feel like your fever's gotten worse."
You turn over in his tight hold, your eyes clashing with the ocean. "Maybe it's because you keep cuddling me."
Cove doesn’t reply. He doesn’t have to, really. A hand of his stays at your waist while one travels up to your chest. He places it on your heart and feels his heartbeat beat at the same time as yours. It’s gentle, but so prominent.
You place your head over his chest. He notices you’re warm, really warm. He goes to offer some water, or maybe soup, but you tell him you’re fine.
At that moment, it’s only you and him who exist. Everybody else in your neighborhood doesn’t matter, it’s only your home that has life in it. His fingers draw circles against your skin, and if your fever wasn’t making it hard enough to keep your eyes open, he was definitely elevating that battle. He notices this, just like every other little thing about you, and you can’t stop him from offering this time. “I really don’t mind making you soup.”
“I do.” You lift your head and try to keep your eyes open to meet his again, and almost immediately drop it.
“Oh.” You watch as his eyes follow to the ground, but the corner of his lips tug into a small smile.
You lazily wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him even closer than your bodies would allow. You match his breathing with his, and suddenly everything sucks a lot less. You stay like that for a moment before deciding you needed his voice again. “Do you think we would’ve found each other in another life?”
He doesn’t miss a beat before replying with; “Of course.”
“...Same. I think that if you were an otter, I’d never let go of you so we never drifted apart,” You paused. You met his eyes again, smiling softly. “If you were a prince in a foreign land, and you were forced to marry someone else, I’d help you run away. I’d send you love letters every night and pray you’d read them.” You closed your eyes and hum, comfortably. You barely even notice that his eyes lingered on your figure. He takes a deep breath, and you feel his voice.
"...I think that, if you were a star, I'd become an astronaut. And I'd study you for years to come."
You hum, closing your eyes once again and letting yourself sink into his presence. "And what if I exploded? Like a supernova?"
"Then I'd take the little pieces of your stardust and compact you back together."
"And if I slip through your fingers?"
He pressed a kiss in between your eyes. You can feel him smile against your skin. "Then I would know that it's for the better. I'd make sure every scientist and astrologer alike knew your name. And you'd still be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he pauses to take a breath, bittersweetly smiling. “I think I’d always miss you in my bones. Grief and growing wouldn’t be enough to forget about you. About us.”
You don’t reply at first. You’re thinking about what to say when his hands come up to your scalp to play with your hair, his fingernails scratch against your scalp and you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.
Once Cove notices you on the brink of unconsciousness, he laughs and you can feel it vibrate through your bodies. He kisses the crown of your head. He says something, but you didn’t quite hear his voice. You only heard his heartbeat.
“I’ll love you when our hair turns gray. We’ll live in an old cottage, maybe not too far away from here so our kids could still have an experience like ours. Maybe not. I’m not too sure yet,” his fingers curl around some wisps of hair and pull you further into a sleepy trance. “...We could have a cardboard box full of photos throughout our life. I’m sure your moms have some baby pictures of us together. I think our kids would be envious of us.” He seals off his speech with a chuckle.
You don’t know which hand it was, but one of his hands starts holding one of yours. He presses a kiss to your cheekbone and whispers against your ear. “I love you.”
You knew that already. You squeeze his hand three times. You love him too.
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Hey! I absolutely loved seeing your Cove with a pregnant reader, and was wondering if you had any hcs for cove with him and his partner’s newborn? Either way! Thank you so much for reading.
COVE WITH HIS BABY
gn!reader | points are specified if the baby's biologically theirs ! and i used both they and it while referring to.. the hypothetical baby...um. don't think many of these points would be specific to a newborn btw, but Definitely a Baby👩🏻💻👩🏻💻👩🏻💻
cove's researched how to take care of a baby for so many months, and he still finds himself unprepared when he finally sees his family together
biological | yes he does point out any features that the baby shares with his partner. yes he does get a little excited if the baby has his hair
you can only describe the look on his face as pure adoration and awe when the baby tries to grasp his hand, only managing to hold a single finger.
^ he thought seeing baby clothes was enough to get used to how small they are. but now he's whispering "your hands are so small" before looking at his partner and going "their hands are so small." like babies are seriously So small
whatever the baby's name is, he'll keep repeating it. whether just the name or saying "hello ___," in a very soft voice
he's,, quite nervous to hold his baby for the first time. what if he holds them wrong? where do his hands go? the pick-up / hand-off is kinda clunky but he gets the hang of it!
cove has a very big grin on his face when their families come to visit. the look he shares with his parents is so. it's. i mean wow i will cry rn. they're so proud of and happy for him
biological | if anyone comments on the baby's similarities to its parents, he sort of unconsciously puffs his chest in pride because well,, that's his baby !!
cries when they finally bring the baby home and place it in the bassinet
depending on his partner's own sleeping patterns and state, he'll be the one to get up if the baby is crying. in fact if he knows his partner's more tired than him when they both wake up, he will make them stay in bed
having a newborn is just so very tiring. shout-out to new parents btw they are so much stronger than me. cove really really loves his partner, and makes sure they're doing okay. splitting up responsibilities, scheduling rest days, spending time together, etc. is super important to him
he really develops a new appreciation for his parents because of this, it can be so hard being a parent. cove calls and asks for help, and also to thank them for everything
the confusion and concern in cliff's voice when cove calls him in the middle of the evening, voice strained as he thanked his dad for taking care of him,, vs the laugh he lets out when cove tells him the baby finally stopped crying after so so long, how do babies just keep crying??? did he always cry ??
omg. have you guys seen that dad who matches outfits with his daughter and lets her choose by holding the outfits up in front of her. omg
^ probably asks his partner for help with picking out clothes. like they're all baby clothes, won't his baby look cute either way??
the photo opportunities....cove sleeping next to the bassinet/crib...them cuddling...cove reading a little story... him playing with them and lighting up when the baby giggles.. thinking about a very specific photo where the baby's holding his face and cove's laughing. pls.
sends these photos to their families! it's time to make a new scrapbook of photos. if his partner really wants to get this guy emotional/flustered, all they have to do is compare photos of their baby to cove when he was a baby
cove takes walks around the neighborhood with the baby for sure. he always invited his partner to join, too
^ he's very excited the first time they all go to the beach btw. he's a little worried at first that the baby won't like it, and is Very relieved when they do
takes toys seriously. well. seriously in the way that he notes which ones they bought that the baby really likes so he can get more similar ones
cove carrying them over to the fish tank so they can see them all (T＿T) tells them all the fishes' names, and about the different types
something i think is fun is when people talk to babies as if they're making sense. when a baby blabbers and the person nods along like "yeah, i know right? it makes no sense." < cove fr. very supportive of his baby's insightful opinions on the current political climate. and also dora's silly adventures. babies can care about both, he reassures his partner
do you guys know the newborn scrunch. when his baby stops doing that he Will find his partner to tell them. if they're both there to witness it,, the shock on his face. wow. his baby's growing up
cove coming home to both his partner and baby :') there's definitely a few times when he's walked in on them spending time together and he thinks he might cry. he cries
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In Light (Double Toil and Trouble)
Familiar!Sun x Witch!Y/N (SFW)
In the heat of the afternoon, you admire meadow flowers with Sun.
Word Count: 2,400~
Warnings: Slightly suggestive and heavy kissing.
A/N: Back at it again with the self-indulgence that is my personal kryptonite fluff. It's Sun's time to shine! Once more, this does contain slight spoilers for Double Toil and Trouble.
#double toil and trouble#our hallowed ground#familiar!sun#sun x reader#ao3 link#i needed some fluff#getting stressed by ~life~#and i needed a writing cooldown from CS before tackling the big finale because once i start i cannot stop#but i hope you enjoy sun as much as i do hehe
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Derek liked what he saw when he looked in the mirror -- genuinely, he did. He had striking eyes, big and green and sparkling, smooth freckled skin that almost seemed to glow in the sun. He had a nice head of hair, sandy brown waves that he took care to keep groomed. The countless hours he'd spent at the gym were evident too in his strong arms, his chiseled chest. He looked good, he knew that.
The issue wasn't on the outside, but what was on the inside.
He'd always struggled with feelings of worthlessness. His childhood was full of good memories, time spent with his brothers and his friends, playing and laughing, but more than that, they were marred by the overwhelming feeling that he should have been doing more. That he should have been better.
Derek thought about that in the quiet of the early morning, watching the sunlight slowly filter through his bedroom window to shine down on you, laying sleeping next to him. And as he watched your chest rise and fall, a peaceful look on your face and your hand in his, he realized that that feeling was gone.
It was strange, losing something that had been with him for as long as he could remember. He tried to pinpoint a moment when it had happened, when the weight on his chest had been lifted, then came to understand that it had happened in tiny increments, slowly enough that he hadn't noticed right.
Maybe a little faded away after that kiss you shared on the Ferris wheel. Maybe some left the first time he'd told you that he loved you -- he was sure he lost a sizable portion when you'd said it back. But over the past year, in shameful little pieces, it had all fallen away. He was clean. He was free.
"Derek."
Your sleepy voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he focused on your face. Your eyes were only half opened, but they were looking at him. Really seeing him.
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice husky with sleep. He swallowed his emotions, but not in a bad way this time. He'd save them for later then he'd share them all with you.
"It's too early, lay back down with me."
He smiled and let you pull him back down against you. He wrapped his arms snugly around you and felt you settle into them. You were at peace like this, and so was he. Really and truly at peace.
"Thank you," he said, placing a kiss on your forehead before laying his head down.
"For what?" you asked.
"For everything."
#our life beginnings and always#derek suarez#our life#olba#our life derek#olba derek#derek suarez x you#derek suarez x reader#derek suarez x mc#derek x mc#derek x reader#derek x you#when you hurt your boys too much for too long then lean into the grossest fluff you can
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of beskar and kyber {chapter 16}
Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Sensitive! Reader (the Mandalorain x Force Sensitive! Reader)
Summary: Three planets allow for you to make good memories with your newly establish clan. And one that rips it all away.
Word Count: 10.5k
Warnings: reader has an official name used for plot points, nicknames and pet names(all in Mando'a), canon typical violence, canon typical language, canon typical fighting and conflict, star wars and basic swear words (we use them like sprinkles here), mando'a language, mentions of self-harm scars, angst, emotional conversations, confessions, unwanted advances, creepy guys being creepy guys, fighting, threatening language, attempted kidnapping, stalking, fleeing from officers, resisting arrest, reader and din are wanted criminals y'all, sexual content, adult content, description of the male body (ahem), slight body worship, fingering, oral (m receiving), feelings, so many feelings, argumentative language, miscommunication, perceived rejection, fear of intimacy, abandonment trauma, sa trauma, ptsd trauma,. if i missed any please let me know and i'll add them!
A/N: a huge thank you to everyone who participated in this poll to theorize what the next arc holds in store for your lil clan! from here on out, the next 3-5 (ish chapters) will be an all-original arc. this one ends...um, yeah, please don't me mad at me, it's all for a good reason *literally runs away after posting and hides under her bed covers
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‘Your eyes were heavy with sleep, the bunk dark in the late hour of the day. You roused yourself from the blankets at the sounds of chatter outside the door of your shared room. You were feeling trembles in the Force, which had jolted you awake despite your body demanding to rest for longer. Your mind was foggy as you pulled on your tan coat over your simple black attire of a loose shirt and slim pants, the soles of your boots silent on the floor as you padded carefully to the door. You didn’t recognize the voices, but you were sure there were plenty of individuals you hadn’t had the chance to meet yet. You had only been here in the city for a few years, having been found to be in touch with the Force at the age of five, your mother sending you off with the nice man who had kept watching you while you helped to sell baked goods and local harvest back on K’ath.
You had been idly moving seashells about the stall, garnering the attention of a few Jedi visiting there on business and the course of your life was determined from there.
The sound of blasters, of gunfire, of explosions and the combatant sounds of light sabers was a cacophony of noise the closer you got to the door. Shouts and orders were being yelled, and it spiked anxiety in you. You quickly backed from the door and gathered your pack you had brought with you all those years ago. You shoved a second set of clothes, your pouch of credits you used sparingly, and the photo of your mother you had kept underneath your pillow. You had just received your official saber after spending the last week mining your crystal, when it was announced that you were to become a padawan come the end of the month, waiting for your assignment and master for training.’
The city was crowded, people rushing all around, running from the Temple and the surrounding gardens, outdoor training areas, and meditation spaces. It was loud, the sound of blasters and shouting a roar in your ears as you tried to hide wherever you could squeeze yourself into, rushing off in sprints the second the coast was clear. Reaching up for the communication cuff you had stolen off of one of the dead bodies in the hall, you scrambled to punch in the chain code given to you back on your home planet.
It was silent as you requested a call, hope plummeting as it dropped. Once. Twice, three times.
But then it pinged, far too loudly and you heard a shout to search the gardens.
“How did you get this contact?” His voice sounded exactly the same and you thanked the Maker you had remembered his code correctly. He was your only hope, he was the only person you knew outside of those whose bodies you had seen laying all over the Temple. Taking a breath, you tried to talk as clearly as you could, brain scrambling to remember how the grammar worked for his language.
“Nuhunla jag, bic's ni. Teh K'ath. Te kih beskar'gam adiik. Ni linibar gar gaa'tayl, gedet’ye.”
Funny man, it’s me. From K’ath. The little armor girl. I need your help, please.’
The ship was silent.
Din was seated at the makeshift table in the hold space, helmet placed on the top of it, amid the open med pack. Bandages and bacta spray cannisters spread out before him. He had finally managed to rid himself of the throbbing headache that had grown since yesterday. He had tended to you first, after getting the ship back on route, running at half power due to the engine you had blown in the wake of your emotional outburst. It was set on course toward a mid-rim planet where he could get the engine repaired. Toward Tatooine.
The door to his personal quarters was cracked open, allowing for the hush of blankets shifting to whisper out into the open space he occupied. Soft padding of your bare feet on the floor urged him into a too fast motion to reach for his helmet. But his body complained about the reach, head throbbing harshly despite the application of bacta he had just finished on his tender head. The back of it was sensitive to the touch, thick scab underneath his gently probing fingers.
“Wait.” He called out, hoping you could hear him as he gasped it out.
All movement on the other side of the door stopped. You would’ve listened to him even if he wasn’t about to announce that he was without his helmet. But he decided to be honest with you, to take the opportunity to bear his injuries with humility rather than hubris. To admit that he wasn’t well.
“My helmet, I removed it to tend to my injury.”
“I…don’t think I can put it back on just yet. Too painful.”
“…okay.”
“Do you need to…use the fresher?”
“No, I just…I was going to look for you. To…apologize.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for.”
“I yelled at you.” You admitted quietly, ashamed that you had, though in the moment it felt justified. It felt like it was the only way to get your voice to work through the tumultuous offense of emotions from the day’s events. From what they meant.
“And I yelled back.”
“Are we….okay?”
“…yes. I want us to be, mesh’la.”
The ship was silent. His ears straining to hear any sound you might make as you stay motionless just on the other side of the door. You had rested your forehead against the metal of it, hands curled just below, supporting yourself on sore legs. Sighing, you opted for an easy question to bridge the weird silence.
“H-how long was I out for?”
“Two days, I tended to your smaller wounds when I changed you into clean clothes.”
“Thank you….”
“I have your armor out here, I cleaned the blaster powder off of it. Shined it for you, too.”
When you didn’t respond, a deep sigh bridged the gap.
“I know we need to talk about what happened. But…mesh’la you got so upset so quickly. And I know you didn’t meant to….but you threw me across the hold. And-“
“Did I hurt you? Did I scare you?” The words rushed from you, thoughts swirling l as you tried to recall those last moments of consciousness. But you couldn’t, they were a blur, all cloaked in emotions too intense and a surge of energy ran through you. Shuddering, you tried to tamp them down, not wanting to repeat the charged display.
“Yes, a little. To both.” The rasp of his voice confessed, stilling your heart as you realized you had done the one thing you were worried about. Especially in the wake of his injuries, his willingness to sacrifice himself for even a chance of everyone getting away safely.
You clenched your eyes shut tight, face feeling like it had been exposed to the cold for too long. Prickly and numb all at the same time.
“I know it wasn’t intentional.”
“That doesn’t matter. I still-“ A sob burst from your chest, masking the sound of Din getting up from where he had been. One of his hands snuck through the space of the cracked door, long fingers reaching for you. They brushed against your bare arm, circling around it and holding on in the only way he could a the moment.
“Please don’t cry, mesh’la. I’m okay.”
“Din…” You warbled, tears flowing and regret warming you from the inside out. Through a hiccup, you voiced your remorse. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s…it’s okay. I swear to you. We’re okay.” His hand squeezed your arm and you wanted nothing more than to curl into his chest and bury your face into his neck.
But for the time being, you gave the man his space, his privacy. Knowing the conversation to be had would be in small pockets, a lot for both of you to get into at all once.
Tatooine was the obvious choice for the repairs, you had agreed when Din told you of the route he had calculated. Requesting the hanger that Pelli resided in upon entering the atmosphere and talking with the dispatch team for air control. She was already waiting before the ramp had completely leveled out and settled, recognizing the ship. It took more concentration from Din to land the Crest, manually controlling every aspect as the landing gear had gone offline as one of the engines faltered and then failed. Another ramification of your outburst.
“Well, if it isn’t Mando! What did you do this time, you’ve got an entire engine out!”
“Doesn’t matter, will you be able to fix it?”
“Why, of course!” Her voice was loud, booming in the space of her hangar. Moving at a slightly slower pace, you walked down the ramp. A gasp falling from her lips as she noticed the beskar you now donned, the matching signets attached to the pauldrons.
“I was just jokin’ around last time, but the matching do-hickeys gotta mean she’s your girl, right?”
Helmet turning, the dark visor looked you over. Taking in the full visage of you in the armor that had been a gift, the shining metal making pride swell in his sternum. Neither of you responded to her teasing, opting to distract her with the presence of ad’ika. He was taking big, swinging steps down the ramp, looking adorable in his newly stitched outfit. Din had surprised you one morning, seated at the table with the child dressed in nothing but his underwear as his fingers worked a thread and needle through the burlap tunic. He had taken the time after some consideration and decided to turn the open ended tunic into a jumpsuit, allowing for ad’ika’s legs to move easier. He had tripped over the loose, open hem one too many times in an attempt to run from the running water in the fresher sink that signaled a bath for him.
It had both you and Din suppressing laughter, much to the pouting of the child.
“Oh Maker, there he is!” Pelli was respectful enough not to board the ramp, crouching down at the end of it and making grabby hands with her arms reaching out.
After a rather entertaining attempt at pleading her case for babysitting, your trio set off into town. You had a large pack secure on your shoulders, full of pieces to sell to pay for the repairs needed on the Crest. Din had been in no condition to take any jobs from Karga upon departure, nor had he wanted to immediately jump back into the time-consuming hunting in wake of his responsibility to find an appropriate guardian for ad’ika.
“Patu!” Ad’ika exclaimed from his snug position in the canvas bag around your shoulders. He was resting against your hip, hands reaching for a brightly colored gelatine…thing displayed on a vendors table amid a variety of local fruit.
“Patu? Ad’ika, what in the- is that a word?” Side-eyeing Din, you gathered a few fruits as well, making sure to get the ones a small claw pointed to along with some that looked interesting to you. Plus the one he already had picked up and taken a bite out of.
“Not that I know of.”
“How many languages can you speak, while we’re on the subject?”
“We weren’t, really. But it would be…quite a few.”
“Except for Jawa.” You snorted, recalling the broken words he tried to exchange with the scavenging people what seemed like so long ago now. But you were beginning to look back on that time of your life not with an air of frustration but consideration. The compound you had been stolen away to leading you to the life you currently led. Maybe there was still an echo of frustration, of personal failure for not being aware that day in town. Of having let your guard down while on a rare supply run into one of the few cities scattered within the vast sands of Tatooine.
But….for all the bad that had occurred from that one instance of capture, the things you had to endure and the feeling of losing all hope for a life of even moderate freedom. Of life itself. For everything that had happened to you while at that compound, it was a chapter of your life. You could let it taint you, poison you. And you had, for so long.
Now…now there was hope and the notion that it had all led to the present. Aboard a ship with two people you trusted and cared for. And it was all you could do, to not be consumed by it.
“Jawa is pointless, speaking to them in their native language or another yields the same results.” He turned the question on you, his curiosity peaked just as yours had been.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Attention only half on the wall of armor he made, you turned with a handful of credits to the man keeping watch over his wares. He passed back the difference with a frown, eyes trailing over you in an uncomfortable manner.
“A kid with me would look better than whatever type of creature that is.” A suggestive grin broke out across his face. His hand snatching out in an attempt to grab at your own. “Should ditch the suit and spend some time with me.”
Before you could even think of a response other than to take an offended and disgusted step back, Din was blocking your line of sight. His fist was around the vendor’s neck, lifting him from the ground a few inches as he leaned in threateningly.
“My helmet must be malfunctioning, because I’m pretty sure you didn’t just insult my vencuyot riduur right in front of me.” He didn’t so much say the words as growled them, pleasure blooming between your legs at the implication of his words and his instant defensiveness. You were more than capable of handling yourself and had proven as such to him, but for Din to raise his hackles and snap at this man was…endearing in the filthiest of ways.
Future wife.
“Since we’re on the subject, your pronunciation is very good. But some words seem to have slightly different meanings almost.” Shoving the vendor away from him, the man stumbled down, disappearing from view. It took your brain a second to catch up and realize that Din had been speaking to you. When he tilted his helmet to the side a bit, you mimicked him. With a modulated chuckle, he guided you with a hand on the small of your back further into the marketplace and repeated his words.
“We weren’t really.” You stuck your tongue out at him, prompting the child to imitate you with an adorable giggle. Din altered his next step to brush his shoulder against yours, pauldrons clinking softly and jostling you. When your foot faltered, he used the hand still around you to pull you close. “You grew up on Concordia, no?”
“Correct.”
“Well, Mando’a is an agglutinative language. It’s built on itself, two words becoming one over time, helping to bridge the different dialects, or simply to condense the language. So you speak Concordian, which is a different dialect than what I leaned from Akiz. He had been raised on Mandalore and that’s where we spent a few years hidden from the Empire’s forces.”
“You- you lived on Mandalore?” Static over the modulator relayed the force of his words, taken off guard by your casual revelation about your past. You paused, turning to face him fully, eyes focusing on the visor with a furrowed brow.
“Y-yeah, is that…I thought I told you?”
“No…that’s- mesh’la, that’s-“ You swore you could hear the swallow he took to compose himself, words jumbled in his mind and in his mouth. “New.”
“Wait, did you never-?”
“The fighting corps were on Concordia. I didn’t leave unless it was for training and then we had to flee, go into hiding.”
“Ner kar’ta, I’m so sorry. It was such a beautiful planet. And you- you’re one of the most devout Mandalorian’s I’ve ever met, you deserved to have seen it in its prime.”
After a few more shared streets, looking over the things offered by the local vendors, you parted ways.
You set off in the direction of an armory you had once sold to, run out of someone’s personal abode, attached to a warehouse that allowed them to house a kiln, forge, and space for a considerable collection of wares for sale. The armored man going off to search for any signs of Mandalorians that had fled Navarro.
Now making your way slowly through the town, walking through the door streets the way you had come with your escort earlier, a successful sale of the pieces you had crafted during the time it took to travel here under your belt.
An apple rolled over the toes of your boots, garnering your attention. Following the path it must’ve taken with your eyes and then seeing a few more bouncing and rolling away in other directions, you noticed a woman struggling to get her hand back from the same vendor who had tried to do the exact thing to you.
“Hey! Leave her alone, creep!” Swift steps and you were prying the young woman’s arm from the vendors crushing grip. Maker, she couldn’t have been much older than her teens. The blaster holstered to the back of your hips was raised and pointed at the man, his hands reaching for his own but far too slow.
“Did you pay him?” You asked her over your shoulder, seeing the fruit that had flown from her basket at the man’s advances.
“N-no, I was about to when he grabbed me.”
“Gather what you want and then go home.”
“You don’t get to decide that!”
“I think you’ve done enough to her, the least you could do is take the loss of a single transaction.”
“You didn’t pay either, your Mando,” He spat the word out. “Took the payment back for your stuff as well.”
“Then maybe you should stop harassing your customers.”
Suddenly, a woman appeared behind him and knocked the blaster from where he had been reaching for it, frozen over the holster at the sight of yours already raised.
“Alright, let’s break it up.” She was tall and held the air of someone with authority. The shine of the sun on a badge pinned to her front had you lowering your weapon. Not wanting to complicate things further, you holstered it and turned to help the poor woman who had been harassed. She was scurrying around and picking up the fallen fruit.
The vendor slinked back behind his tables, beginning to gather all of his stuff up. Closing shop for the day and cutting his losses.
Once both were gone from the busy street, the woman approached you with a hand held out in greeting.
“Sioban, local official.”
“Sarad. Just passing through.”
“Oh don’t be that way, I’m not going to arrest you. C’mon let’s go grab a drink, you can tell me more about that Mandalorian armor you’re wearing. I’ve never seen such pure beskar.”
That’s how you found yourself opposite the friendly woman, pink drinks in both your hands and sharing traveling stories. She was kind, told you they didn’t have any signs of the type of struggle rumored to have occurred on the nearby planets. But she must’ve been a newly instated official, having no recollection of her from your past time spent on the dessert planet. You felt at ease with her, so alike to how you had been before, when you had traveled with Akiz. Curious, excited, wanting to know all there was to know. Even in wake of the knowledge and reality that you were on the run, but allowed the chance to be a child with a guardian to look after you and ensure your safety.
You must’ve lost track of time, because the quiet hush of the bar’s patrons silenced as a tall, broad figure appeared in the doorway. Visor scanning the crowd. It picked back up once he didn’t immediately stalk toward someone he was in search of, the patrons deeming him a visitor just like themselves. Upon seeing you, his steps picked up and he was beside the table you were seated at. The slight crook of his helmet beckoning you and calling you silently back to the ship.
“Indulge me, ner kar’ta.” You whispered into the side of his helmet, body leaning in close. The woman on the other side of the booth let a knowing smile overtake her delicate features as she realized who this man was to you. Not a controlling father or partner coming to fetch you, but a loved one simply catching up with you after an afternoon apart. “Just one more drink, then back to the ship.”
“Fine. But then we depart.”
“Sioban, this is…um, Mando-“ You looked to him, unsure if he was okay with you introducing him as such, at the nod of his helmet, you continued on. “Ner kar’ta, this is Sioban. She was kind enough to get me out of some potential trouble.”
“Thank you, for looking out for her.”
“You’re very welcome, Mando. She looked about ready to pummel the man, but he’s known for being involved with a local gang and I didn’t want her to have a mark on her back.”
“What happened?”
“That vendor from earlier was harassing a young girl, so I stepped in to intervene.”
A gurgling laugh burst into the air as ad’ika’s small head popped up from the bag around his shoulders.
“Oh! A baby!” Sioban squealed, leaning over the table to wiggle her fingers at him, prompting more carefree laughter. “I didn’t know you had a baby.”
“He’s cute, no?” You carefully wrangled him from the canvas and handed him to her, trusting that she wasn’t a threat. Ad’ika was a wiggling bundle in her arms, cooing and gurgling as he lavished the attention she was dotting on him. You moved aside for Din to settle into the booth, cramping you in the small space.
The walk from the bar in the city center back to the hangers in the outskirts was quiet, but comfortable. Ad’ika was on your shoulders, pointing his little claws up at the shooting stars streaking through the sky. You were both munching on a sweet hand pie from the bar, offering the small child bites you tore from the wrapping. A bite handed to him and then one for you, but the next one about to be popped from your mouth was stolen midair by a quick hand.
The hiss of the seal on Din’s helmet took you by surprise, the glimpse of his stubbled jaw even more so as he popped the bite of the pie into his own mouth. The flash of a plush bottom lip stole your attention, hidden away as quickly as it had been exposed, but even so a bloom of desire flared to life in your gut. A claw tangling tight in your hair as you delayed the next bite pulled your attention away, a grunt of discomfort loud as you gently reprimanded him to be kind.
Feeling his own eyes sweep over you made it hard to concentrate on carefully tearing another bite from the pastry.
Future wife. Vencuyot riduur. Riduur.
Riduur.
Riduur.
For the rest of the trip back to the ship, you couldn’t quell the prickling of desire all over your body, arousal pooling between your legs. Fueled by the two drinks you had deemed an appropriate treat for the day. Once putting the passed out child in the hammock in the larger part of the hull space, Din joined you in the small cabin that was his personal quarters.
Din’s hands were soft over your thighs, fingers caressing the old scars born of anger and desperation set into your skin. The clothes you were wearing were too hot all of a sudden, heat and the prickling desire flaring all over. But you were so tired and all you could do was let out an appreciative groan as your lashes fluttered closed and your head lolled to the side atop your pillow.
“Din, ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” The words were mumbled, slurred into the air on a puff of breath. A confession and an apology rolled into one sleepy sentiment. “Vencuyot riddur.”
I love you. Future husband.
Fingers stilling, they pressed to you, palms wide and gripping tight over your thighs, a hitch of breath given life through his helmet. Then his hands were moving up up up, over your middle, your chest, your neck. They were gentle as they cupped your face, but you didn’t move, allowing him to press the forehead of his helmet to your temple. The heat of his body hovering so close above you had your legs moving to wrap around his waist.
Insistent prodding of him hard and wanting against your hip ignited a strike of excitement through your middle to settle low in your stomach. Through the fog of fast approaching sleep, you tried to roll your hips against his, but you were suddenly tilting, body manipulated on your side and back pulled to his chest.
A rumble of a chuckle filled the small space was the last thing you remembered as sleep finally won over.
“We need to be quick, just a supply run and to see if there’s a covert on world.” Din’s words were quiet, mumbled. You only hummed in response, not even stirring when the man’s arms wrapped around your body and pulled you flush against him. The hard line of him in his underwear gently prodded at the small of your back.
That sent a bolt of pleasure down your stomach, his hand chasing it as he rested his palm against the skin of your navel. Before his fingers could delve underneath the waistband of your shorts, you were shifting in his grip to face him. You didn’t say anything as you began to place open mouthed kisses along his chest, his hands gripping you tight. His chest was so firm, the muscles of endless training molding him and tempting you to lavish attention.
You certainly weren’t too tired now, to indulge.
Hands ghosting up, you placed them flat and pushed. And it shouldn’t have sparked pleasure laced with an unbearable heat straight to your core as he allowed you to urge him on his back, but it did. The heady notion that he was allowing you to move him how you pleased lighting you up and desire pool low. You threw a leg over his thighs, straddling them low and leaned down to attach your lips to the column of his neck. He groaned out, crackling the speaker in his helmet and you smirked against his skin. Parting your lips, you licked a line up to the bottom of it before you sunk your teeth into the side of his throat. He jolted, entire body convulsing at the nip you were bold enough to place.
“Mesh’la-“
You shushed him with a puff of hot air, soothing the bite with your tongue before moving down down down.
Hands firm on his ribs, you nipped at each of his nipples, getting rewarded with twin grunts and a harsh jerk of his cock against your stomach. His thick fingers moved to tangle through your hair, before they were pulled suddenly away.
“Sorry, I didn’t-“
“Do not apologize,” You kissed into the skin of his stomach, reaching up for his hands that hovered just shy of touching. Moving them back to where they had been, you squeezed his wrists in a reassuring motion. “Din, if I don’t want you to do something or I’m uncomfortable, I will tell you.”
“Just…don’t want to be too forward…or rough.”
“You’re gonna need to hold onto something,” Mouth still trailing over him, you swirled your tongue around his belly button, stomach muscles twitching and he bucked up at the sensation of the heat that began to simmer just below. “When I get my mouth around your cock.”
“Shit, you have a mouth on you, huh? We ah really should –“ His words morphed into a low moan as your lips kissed the tip of him through the fabric. Mouthing gently at him, you felt your own body begin to spark. The thought of taking him fully in your mouth too temping to ignore. He had felt so delicious against you the two times you’d been intimate with him and you wanted to give him everything.
Mouth, indeed, you thought as you continued to mouth at him through the fabric, a wet spot sprouting.
Fingers locking in your hair, his head knocked back as you slid your hands around your face to hook fingers into the band of his underwear and pulled. His cock bobbed up, a quiet slap against his stomach, slick at the tip and hard.
Flattening your tongue, you dragged it up the underside of him, flicking it against the tip as you lifted your head. The visor was aimed down at you, but you could barely glimpse it in the shine of faint lights along the walls.
“This okay?”
“Fuck, it’s more than okay, mesh’la.”
Ducking back down, you felt his fingers clench in your hair. Breath ghosting over him before you took him in your hand, fisting him at the base. You knew he was big from feeling him against you, as he glided through your folds and rutted. But to have him in your hand, the heat of him, the pulsing felt against your palm, the musky scent of him. It was all so much and you wanted to take your time. But there was a niggling question in the back of your mind. Contemplating voicing it, you placed chaste kisses all along the length, you took a breath, feeling the weight of his tip against your bottom lip.
“Has-“
“No,” He growled out at the sight of you draped over his legs, mouthing at the most precious part of him. “You’re the only one, will be the only one.”
Your response was to wrap your lips around him, tongue collecting the shine of his arousal that was dribbling from his tip. Knuckles popping with the force of his grip, you swallowed him down with a hum.
Bubbling laughter and then a muted crash of something through the door broke the moment, attention pulled from him slowly as you ran your hands down his twitching stomach. Releasing him with a pop, you brushed tingling fingers against him, cupping his cock gently before you were gone completely from the bed.
“I’ll get him, ner kar’ta.” Your voice was smug, knowing he was internally battling two very different sets of instincts. “Hop in the fresher and take care of yourself.”
“He has the worst timing.”
“We can pick this up once he goes down for his nap later.” Were your parting words before the door hushed open and closed, leaving him alone in the darkness.
You pulled your hair up away from your face, face still heated from being pressed so closely to the furnace that Din was. But you masked it well, searching all around the ship for the little figure of ad’ika.
The clink of you lining up rings on the makeshift table roused him from his light slumber. Metallic sound prickling across his temples and stirring the low-grade headache he had laid down with last night into something stronger. Something that made it hard to focus. The scab was gone completely, in the weeks it took to stay on the move, traveling through hyperspace more often than being stationary on land these days. It had healed with the aid of routine bacta treatments and more time without his helmet. He had taken to spending nights up in the room he had se up for you, the hatch to the ladder securely closed to ensure his privacy up on the smaller second story of the ship.
You didn’t mind, wanting to respect his need for privacy. For a safe space to heal and take care of himself in a way that he hadn’t had to as of yet. His injury had been severe, almost stealing him away from you and it remained in the back of your mind. Remorse for having agitated it in a fit of emotion the very same day it occurred. Even with his reassurances that you hadn’t done too much to worsen it.
Seated at the makeshift table, you were finishing up the newest piece of chainmail for the small collection to be sold on the next planet. For fuel, for food, for more supplies. It didn’t matter what you needed, you wanted to ensure that there was a small build-up of credits for whatever your little trio might need. Your clan, now. The Armorer’s words stitched through your mind, through your heart.
“Meshla, I think I need to remain on the ship this time.” He was without his armor, dressed only in trousers and a long-sleeved shirt similar to the one you often slept in. All back and well worn, boots adorning his feet though he was slow in his movements. One look at him, the black visor, and you could tell by the stillness he had adopted since sitting opposite you. He wasn’t feeling well, something he wasn’t used to voicing.
“I don’t mind refueling and getting supplies.” You carefully began to put your tools away, wrapping them up in the cloth you had laid out atop the makeshift table to avoid making too much noise while he slept.
“The route says another couple of hours, you don’t have to put up your stuff just yet.”
“It’s okay, if your head is hurting, I don’t want to make it worse with constant noise.” Contemplating your next words, you didn’t want to offend the man across from you, but you worried…And you recalled the signets that had been worn by those injured in battle. To display the difficulty they might have with communication or mobility, for other Mandalorian’s to show they respects and act accordingly should the individuals need aid.
“Do we need to consider finding a welder?”
“Something for your armor? Or to sell to?”
“No, ner kar’ta, for… um a mir’shupur sigil for your armor?”
Brain injury. Disabled.
“No.” It was gruff, his voice holding none of the softness it adopted when speaking to you. He leaned his hands atop the makeshift table to stand.
“O-okay, I was just-“
“You should be as quick as possible, once we land.” His broad back was to you, muscles tense and steps slow as he walked away, shutting the conversation in more ways than one. You stayed in your seat well after he had disappeared. The tightness in your throat hurting as you tried to will the tears that had sprung up away. He wasn’t mad, you tried to reassure yourself. You had just spoken out of term, unthinkingly. That’s all, just a miscommunication. They were bound to happen.
You were halfway down the street when you heard a low murmur of chatter, turning slightly to feign interest in the food stall beside you, you caught a glimpse of orange and yellow. Officers. From the New Republic. Two of them were entering the storefront you had just left. Where you had just conducted business with the owners. They hadn’t asked after your name nor of where you had learned your skills, but they would most likely give a description if prompted.
Barely turning the corner to another street, is when a voice shouted aloud for you to stop.
Your quick steps broke out into a sprint, trying to put as much space between you and them before they gave chase.
“Hey! We’ve got a warrant out for you, stop!”
“Kriff.” You cursed, ducking beneath a pair of Verpine aliens as they carried beams of wood through the street. Dirt kicking up as you skidded to take a sudden turn down a narrow alley. Jumping onto the speeder parked in the small space, you reached for the roof and pulled yourself up. Breath huffing, you laid flat on your back, ears straining to listen for the officers.
“She must’ve gone this way, there’s a den known for housing criminals.”
“Alright, let’s go. Quick, before she gets off world.”
Their steps didn’t follow down the alley you had all but hurt your back to turn into, continuing on down the street until you couldn’t hear them anymore.
As you began to briskly walk through the residential streets, you sensed the attention of someone else focused on you. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It was more concentrated than when Din had been a formidable figure at your side on previous planets. But you were more concerned with getting back to the ship, the officers only a few streets behind. Most likely still in pursuit.
Ignoring it since you didn’t have the time to turn the tables and stalk them in return, ambushing them and demanding to know why they were following you, you continued on. Thoughts focused on getting back to the outskirts of the small city where Din had opted to land the ship. The docking hangers sparse and spread out around the dense city.
“Ner kar’ta!” You called out as soon as the ramp to the ship was down, the hissing of the hydraulics sending a chill through you as you rushed up. You worried for a second you were being too loud, but you had picked up on the way the man was slower to respond since removing his helmet for long periods of time over travel. You suspected he was hard of hearing in one of his ears, a result of the charges he favored but definitely a side effect of his more recent injuries. “Ner kar’ta, can we run my chain code? I almost just got arrested and I wanna know why. I haven’t done anything the last six years except for travel with you.”
You didn’t hear any response, instead the ramp closed and the ship started up. Only when it was safely out of the planets atmosphere and a flight plan coordinated for hyperspace, did Din’s form appear as it came down the ladder.
Listening as he explained the puck he had received with information of you when he took the job of hunting you down so long ago had updated. Just as there was a warrant out for his arrest, there was one for you as well. For aiding in the escape of Qin, the job that Ran had set up and into motion. It wasn’t surprising, you had both been aboard the prisoner ship, abundant with cameras and security droids. But it was still worrying to have been noticed so closely.
That it would be easy for any bounty hunter or local official or officer to be able to recognize you now.
Din retreated to the cot, leaving you in the hold space once you assured him you were okay and nothing had happened in the city beyond the quick errands and resupply of fuel. You told him of the expenses and he waved a hand as you listed them off. Citing that it was your credits covering everything and he wasn’t concerned with them if you weren’t.
Days passed, much the same. You spent time entertaining and caring for ad’ika. Din joining you in the same bed some nights, others he slept alone. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was just an understanding of him needing space and you respected that. You needed it too, thoughts of being wanted publicly and officially not sitting well with you. You had done a good job of staying below the radar until now, and it was hard to adjust to the notion that you could be recognized while out and about.
The ship was stationary, docked at a hangar on some plush planet, a sight of tourism and capitalism. A collection of casinos and gambling rings, race tracks and so many other things for people to lose countless hours and credits indulging in. Din had deemed it a safe enough environment to rest for the morning before disembarking. He had returned to bed after securing the ship and asked you to pay the docking fee.
You had, a quick transaction, reassurance that you were protected here even so deep in the city from the droid who registered the ship. Making a pod of caf, you checked on a deeply sleeping child up in what was considered your bunk. He had practiced with the Force some early this morning, a way to distract him from the nightmares that woke him at too early of an hour. You had left the tangle of limbs and blankets that had been you and Din down in the hold space to tend to the child. He had been slumbering ever since, successful in manipulating a snack toward him, not once but twice with gently and steady encouragement from you.
“Hey,” You broke the silence of the hull. Leaning against the doorway to the small cabin. You were cradling a steaming mug in your hands, stripped down to your socked feet, trousers, and tank top. Din hummed, letting you know he was awake. “I wanted to apologize for earlier, when I asked after a mir’shupur signet. I didn’t mean to imply that you weren’t recovering.”
“I know.”
“I’m just worried, you’ve been doing the bacta treatments and you say the scabbing is mostly gone. But I see the way you’ve slowed down, how delayed you are to respond when you don’t have your helmet on.”
“I’ll be fine, mesh’la.” His baritone voice was soft, as if he was trying to convince himself as much as yourself. But he was improving, it was just slow going, as with all head injuries. Bacta or not, and if there was the luxury of time, of endless credits and the ability for him to, you would’ve suggested a bacta tank.
It was just too unrealistic a notion with the current predicament. Lack of time, lack of resources, lack of privacy that would allow for it to be possible. If you could take his pain and discomfort, you would do so in a heartbeat. But you didn’t dare voice that sentiment, knowing he would argue that he would take the consequences of his actions, because he stood by them and that was the way things were.
“I know, I just…I care for you and I want to help, I just…I spoke out of term and I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“….you didn’t.” A sigh. “I considered it as well, back on Nevarro, just…just in case it was that serious.”
“I just want you to be okay and if I-“ A hiccup bubbled up, tears hot and spilling through your lashes, “If I made it worse even just a little when I threw you across the hull, I-“
Din was suddenly pushing up from the bed, gloved hands coming up to wipe away the tears trailing down your cheeks. The mug was gently pried from your hands, placed atop the makeshift table before he engulfed you in a comforting embrace.
“Fuck, take what you need, take what you want.” Din’s voice was deliciously low and desperate as he felt the way you moved against his hand. The modulator crackled slightly with the timbre of his words, the force of them on a heavy exhale. Your skin was so hot, and your pleasure was obvious as slick coated his hand, he was trying not to let his instincts and past experiences take over. Not wanting to ruin this for you, not wanting to scare you off or trigger you into a silent episode as he had so stupidly done far too many times before. “You deserve to feel good, mesh’la.”
He crooked his fingers, pads gliding over something deep in you that hitched your breath. He did it again and pressed deliberately, a loud moan tearing itself from your throat as your back arched. Wide eyes were trained on him when he looked up from where his hand was encompassing you, pushing into your core. His eyes trailed up the sweat slick expanse of your skin through the visor, up your stomach to your breasts that were rocking with the movements you had begun to instinctually make. Your peaked nipples looking like too much of a temptation atop the soft flesh, your neck was flushed dark, the heat encompassing you obvious on your sun-kissed skin, craning as you tried to fight the urge to give into your pleasure completely.
Your expression was wrecked. Your eyes were blown out to leave only a sliver of their true color. Your plush lips were swollen from biting into them as his hands had brought you to the precipice. They were parted as you tried to catch your breath but all that was falling from them were moans that went straight through him, igniting the blood in his veins and settling low where he was hard and straining against his trousers.
Din was tempted to darken the room and remove his helmet to trail his lips over everything he was seeing right now. As if reading his thoughts, you licked your lips before speaking in a desperate tone, panting slightly with the effort to get the words out around your pleasure.
“I want to kiss you.”
His fingers stilled inside you, his thumb atop the bundle of nerves that had you gasping just a second ago freezing. You whimpered at the stillness, his hands still on you. You felt your hips undulate still, desperately searching for the friction that had pleasure rolling over you just a second ago.
“I want to feel your face in my hands even if I can’t see it, to feel your lips trail down my body.” You keened, the words falling unbidden from your mouth as you writhed underneath and against him. “I’d let you, I’d let you touch me, mark me.”
They must’ve been the wrong words, the wrong thing to say because the energy in the room shifted from charged and sensual to stiff and uncomfortable. Fear trickled down your spine, making you shudder. You had never wanted someone to touch you the way you were asking, begging for. Never. And you had felt so safe, so sure he would want the same that you blurted out your desires as the haze of pleasure had overtaken you.
You had messed up, if the complete rigid form of Din in front of you was any indication. Spoken too honestly and too selfishly. Insultingly, of his Creed.
“We can’t…I-I don’t...” Din slowly removed his hand from in and around you, placing it on the bed near your hip. He ignored the way it seemed a shame to waste the taste of you on the fabric when his mouth was such a better home for it. He moved his weight around slightly, so he wasn’t hovering over you as you spoke, but was perched near your legs. You sat up a little as well, bringing your arms that had been grasping at his biceps and shoulders underneath you to push up. Bottom lip coming between your teeth, and you worried the skin, emotions spiking and trying to keep them at bay.
Despite your efforts, you felt a lump form in your throat, the hot shame of speaking such things lighting up your body from the inside out in a rather unpleasant way. Replacing the heat of desire that had been flooding you just seconds ago. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to try and center yourself.
When you opened them back up, you had reverted back to the neutral expression you would hold around him when you first met and all those weeks after. The tightening of his shoulders told you as much.
“You don’t want to kiss me.” Your voice was small, taking on the void of emotion it had for most of your life. You were shrinking into yourself, bringing your limbs close and making the space you took up as small as possible, a far cry from how you had just been stretched out across the entire bed. His bed. Your bed. The bed you shared.
You had made an absolute fool of yourself, writhing around and begging for him in a way that was too uninhibited. You knew that it was a serious thing, for him to even consider removing his helmet.
Firsthand, you had seen how he refused to remove it even in the face of death, in the case of extreme injury that needed to be tended to. Feeling small, insignificant, foolish for asking after such a thing from a man sworn to do nothing of the sort. He undressed, he allowed you to see and feel his body, a test to the boundaries and meaning of his faith already. Selfish, the word rang loud in your head, you were selfish. And you had no right to be. “You don’t want to kiss me.”
“It’s….it’s an intimate thing…I don’t…I have…” He didn’t know how to get the words out even as they all rushed around his head, overlapping with each other. He watched the way your face composed into a mask, an unreadable cover that didn’t give way the crush his words were causing.
It didn’t matter the commitment he made to you, his actions now stung, his lack of a response as to why hurting like a blade imbedded in your chest. He would touch you, he would rock against your body with his own, but he didn’t want to kiss you. Stupid, you thought, how stupid it was to want to kiss someone. Such a dumb, adolescent thing to yearn for.
With a blink your eyes cleared of any pleasure you had lingering on your skin, in your very nerves from him. You calmly reached out across the bed to pull your bandeau top back on before slipping the discarded tank top back over your shoulders.
“You don’t want to be intimate with me in that way….it’s- it’s not just your Creed. You don’t- you don’t want me physically the same way I want you. I’m- Maker, I am so stupid.”
Your words might as well have come from a droid for all the emotion they were devoid of. You reached further to retrieve your underwear and stood, your legs a little shaky from the magic that Din’s fingers had been casting on you, had used to distract you from the truth of the situation. That you would never get to feel all of him, that he would never give you all of himself. You felt his reach to help steady you, but you stepped further away, closer to the door of the cabin as you stepped into the fabric and tugged it up hastily.
“No, no, that’s not! It’s…you’re so… just…” He wanted to ask if you were sure, if your words were real and not just you getting lost in the pleasure of the moment. His helmet coming off was something that needed to be planned, needed to be wanted, by everyone involved. He’d never…he had never removed it to be with someone and Maker, he wanted to so with you, but he hadn’t wanted to overwhelm you.
He hadn’t wanted to scare you off with the meaning behind it, the undermining breach of the Creed he devoted himself to.
But you couldn’t know that, because he hadn’t voiced it. Nor the dreams he awoke from in the night of your lips on his. It didn’t matter if he had made a commitment to you, had even uttered a loving decree, he didn’t want to remove his helmet and it hurt.
“I asked too much of you, I apologize. I didn’t mean to overstep my place, jatne vod.” You bowed your head slightly, brain shutting back down in the face of daring to ask for something once in your life only to be turned down so quickly. It shouldn’t feel like your heart was being impaled, but your breath was shallowing out as it did so, your chest aching in a way you weren’t familiar with. Rejection, it stung like nothing you had ever experienced, not even akin to the blade of your saber during training drills. And then: heartache, your mind betrayed you as it gave word to it.
Of course he wouldn’t want to remove his helmet for you, he hadn’t even wanted to remove it on the brink of death. He was already cruising the line of his Creed by allowing you to see his body, to share in pleasure with him in that way, and you felt shame, disappointment, greedy. And you didn’t like it.
He was motionless, the stab of the term you called him harsh in his chest. Piercing him and stinging far worse than any injury he could have sustained.
Din stood, grabbing his shirt from where it lay on the floor, he tugged it over his helmet, only to hear the door to the cabin hush as it opened the second the fabric was blocking his visor. When he pulled the collar down to rest along his neck, you were gone from the space in front of him, the door left open. The rustling of fabric and the clinking of your pauldrons had his skin buzzing.
“San?” Din’s voice was frantic as he tried to pull the flight suit top closed quickly over his shirt, his fingers not quite able to grasp at the zipper for a second. He reached for his gloves as his head swiveled as he searched for where you ran off to in the hold. The sound of the ramp door opening and lowering settled heavy in his middle as he finally managed to pull his gloves on, still wet with the tears that had fallen from your eyes. He didn’t see any shadows or movement about the ship, crazed energy began to wash over him. You had run. You had run from him. You had run from him and left the ship.
He repeated it louder as he marched down the ramp, he reached up to press the side of his helmet to activate the heat sensor. He followed your steps down the ramp with the visor, his own quiet beneath him despite the flood of emotions overwhelming him and urging him to run. To chase. He followed the trail through the landing pads of the docking area before they were lost in the dozens and dozens that led into the hectic streets of the city.
It was after an hour he realized he hadn’t put on any of his armor, essentially walking into the dense city streets naked. His flight suit pants, separate top zipped up over an undershirt, boots and gloves. He suddenly felt worried for you, donned only in your clothing, no armor either. He knew you could hold your own but that didn’t do much to help ease his mind as he realized he had eyes tracking his every movement. His helmet garnering unwanted attention.
He needed to regroup, if he had any chance at tracking you. He knew you, knew how well you could hide and stay hidden from those searching for you. But he also knew you. That you liked the fancier places to eat, the fresher food served in such places, the colored drinks they offered. That you liked the comfort of a soft bed, the security of a hotel, to look out the windows at the ever-bustling city even well into the night as sleep pulled at you and made you lethargic. Despite not liking crowds, you flourished in the busy marketplaces, making idle chit chat with the vendors, asking after local fruits and wanting to try each one.
Sighing, he scanned the street he was on one last time, visor unable to pick up on your trail. Turning, he vowed to get dressed properly and find you. He needed to. He needed to swallow the self consciousness that had taken over him in that moment and still was. He needed to tell you that he wanted to kiss you too, more than anything. But that he hadn’t kissed anyone. You would be the first, the only. But he had to find you. You had to know.
But come nightfall, he hadn’t been able to find any leads. Having secured his armor and weapons before securing ad’ika in the bunk of the hull, with a promise to return with you in his arms. Even when he had ducked into a bar whose sign surely called you toward it. Asking the guard at the door if he had seen someone of your description, but they had claimed not to. Even when he had scoured the marketplace, hoping to pick up any signs of you purchasing a replacement cloak or a new pack of cigarras that you were so fond of.
It was like you had vanished, no trace of you to be found.
Din doesn’t think his heart had stopped thudding heavily in his chest the whole time he searched.
You tried to keep the tears at bay, but they stung in the column of your throat, they stung behind your cheeks. Your head was throbbing with the effort to focus on things in front of you. The waning pleasure thrumming in your body no longer welcome as shame overrode it. The suns were too bright, and the crowd was too large. But you continued to walk, continued to put distance between you and the one place you thought you had been safe to ask for things. To be yourself.
Ignoring the concerned and wary glances of onlookers around the busy streets, you pushed on. No destination in mind other than to get as far away from the docking station set up in the middle of the city.
Catching sight of a flashing neon sign, you turned, coming face to face with a man standing guard at the door to a bar. Trying your best to smile, to appear put together, you greeted him in Basic. He stepped aside, allowing you to enter. Thankful for the simple clothing you preferred to appear classy enough to allow you admittance. Though you did regret not thinking to grab your cape or armor in the quick rush away from the embarrassing disaster that was now your afternoon. You had only managed to grab your saber handle and the pouch you kept attached to your thigh in your haste.
At least you had a way to protect yourself, at least you had credits.
But even the attempt at seeking peace to calm down and gather your thoughts seemed to be a mistake on your part.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ all alone?” A twi-lek approached you, broad in the shoulders and donned in all black. The leather of his headdress was stitched with yellow, complimenting the tone of his skin. Lekku draped over his shoulders. He didn’t sit, which you were thankful for, but he did hover directly in front of your small booth, a drink in his hand.
“Just having a moment alone,” You didn’t look up from your meal, not wanting to entertain the man even the slightest. Even if it didn’t feel like it at the moment, you were committed to another. And you would never betray Din’s trust. Even… even if it meant you would never get to experience the feel of his lips on your own.
The announcement of his commitment to you, his intention of courtship. It had been a lot, but you were okay with things being an eventuality. Or at least, you had thought that you were. But you had failed to express yourself properly…or you had done so correctly but in the wrong circumstance, with the wrong words. Still unaccustomed to feeling such strong physical emotions and urges, still unaccustomed to the ways in which you were both discovering each other’s bodies in such a safe space.
It was a confusing thing, due to the instances he would disengage the seal on his helmet and allow you a glimpse. Though rare, they made you feel like he had unfailing trust in you, that he was comfortable.
“I can get you another drink, if you’d like?” He slid into the booth, effectively setting your instincts on high alert. He didn’t look like a threat, but his presence was unwelcome, and you were already at an emotional capacity and unwilling to entertain civility.
“No.”
“C’mon, a pretty face like yours shouldn’t look so glum.”
“Then leave.”
When he didn’t get up from the seat opposite side of the table, you did. Placing a few credits on the table as you did so.
You weren’t paying attention, head not on a swivel or senses on alert as you walked out of the bar, the guard bidding you a good evening.
A nod in return, you ducked out into the busy street, missing the feel of gauze from your cloak. The crowd was too much, the skin of your arms covered in goosebumps as you brushed past people moving too slowly. Unsure of where to go, you entertained the spare thought of checking into a hotel and contacting Din to ensure you were safe. Too wrapped up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the shadow of someone hiding just inside the alley you walked past.
A hand shot out and you shoved your own out to throw the person into a wall. But you had moved too slowly. The larger person pulled you into the darkness of the canopied alley, the suns having set completely and bathing the planet in a dark blue sky lit up with sparkling stars.
“Let me go.” You growled, unwilling to go down without a fight even through the sheer exhaustion that had taken hold of you from the day. But they were strong, you had to concentrate and harness a wave of energy at them to get them to back off. They let it happen, grunting when their back connected hard with the brick of buildings side. He recovered quickly, lunging at you, pinning you to the opposite wall of brick.
“No can do, little one. Your mother sent me to fetch you,” Thrashing, your fists thunked against his armor, echoing down the length of the dark alley.
The pinch of a large needle being pushed into the skin of your neck was the last thing you felt, barely able to get your mouth open to protest. The contents of the syringe acting fast and you felt your body go limp, mind fighting against the haze that was washing over you. Hands gripped you tight, arms closing around you and dragged you off…
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Cheaters
Tags: angst to fluff towards the end
Synopsis: you find out that Cove’s been cheating, but little did you know that Cove has known that you’ve also been cheating behind his back
Word Count: 511
Characters: Cove Holden x GN! Reader
“I…I just can’t believe you, Cove” You croaked, voice straining from not screaming at your dear boyfriend of 5 years, your best friend from childhood breaking your trust like this. Cove’s own teary eyes never leave your figure, your head bowed to avoid looking into his own baby blue ones.
“Five..” A sob leaves your lips. “Five fucking years and you do this to me?”
“...” Cove’s lip quivers but he remains silent.
“Cove,” You hissed, pure venom now leaking into your tone as the man silently weeps. “Say something.”
No response.
“COVE!” You shout, pain and anger fill your thoughts as you wait for Cove’s response for his horrible cheating.
“You think you’re so innocent don’t you?” Cove growled, eyes narrowing from your claims. Even though they were true. He doesn’t feel bad, but he feels like he should. “You’ve also been cheating behind my back!”
“Accusations!” You shout, slamming your fist on the table you both sat at. “False! You don’t have proof!”
“Uh guys..?” A voice begins before being interrupted.
“Oh don’t give me that!” Cove huffs and crosses his arms, turning his head away. “It’s obvious that you’ve been hiding some cards so you could win!”
Letting out a dramatic gasp, you slam your palm flat against your chest. “How dare you!”
“Guys can we just-” A different voice tries getting a say in the conversion before once again getting interrupted by the arguing couple.
“I have been loyal to the game!” Shoving a finger into Cove’s chest, you poke him with every word you say. “How do I know that you haven’t been doing that?”
Cove clicks his tongue before leaning over and towering over you. “Do you have any proof that I did?”
Sweating a bit from his height, you don’t back down. Cove smirks and leans even closer, nose brushing against yours. Lips dangerously close.
“You probably shoved them up your ass!” You barked, cheeks red and lips wobbling in anticipation from the awaiting kiss.
Both you and Cove stay in that position, eyes locked onto one another and just when you’re apart to close the gap, you get interrupted this time.
“GUYS!”
Your gazes are ripped from each other and now onto the culprit who interrupted your wholesome moment.
There stood your sister, Lizzie, her face red from anger and the tapping of her foot finally brought you to the situation you and Cove started. Next to her was your cousin, Lee, who held Uno cards in her hand. Your sister also had cards.
“Are you both done?” Lizzie asked, annoyed.
You pull away from the close proximity of Cove, blushing as you had forgotten you had an audience. Cove was the same, face red as he looked at his surroundings to avoid any eye contact.
“Yes.” You and Cove murmured.
“Good, now we can get back to the game.” Lee beams, trying to light up the room.
The game resumes and once it's finished, Lizzie bans the both of you from playing Uno. But that doesn’t matter, you and Cove had fun either way.
♡ ♡ ♡
A/N: HAHA THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE ANGSTY nahhh
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Qiu Lin x Reader
Flowers
Romantic, fluff
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Ever since your very first day in Golden Grove, you’ve never seen many flowers. The few you’ve seen were more warm tones. The forest was beautiful, you knew that for sure, but not much floral accents.
Another thing you’ve noticed since you first arrived in Golden Grove was Qiu Lin. Qiu was charming, beautiful, and overall friendly. And it caught your eye. Since around then, you’ve had a small crush on the brunette. And, so far, you haven’t noticed the reciprocation. Its been you, Qiu and tamarack. Not just you and Qiu… yet.
Today there were no plans with Qiu’s club, or foraging with tamarack, or unpacking to do. It was just an empty Saturday. You were sat on the curb, occasionally looking up at the sky. You subtly played with an orange leaf between your fingers, but not much else. Soon you heard boots stepping on the concrete roads. You move your gaze, catching sight of one of your neighbors, Qiu. The light autumn sun illuminated his hair, catching the dark brown perfectly.
“Hey, (Name)!” Qiu called out. You looked towards his hand, noticing light red petals. You spot his usual smile, charming as ever. Blood went to your cheeks, which you hoped wasn’t noticeable. They held out their hand, showing a red Gardenia in his palm. It was pretty and truly fit the autumn colors illuminating the world around you.
“What’s this for Qiu?” You asked, looking away from the flower and into his eyes as you stood up. That wasn’t a good idea if you were aiming for getting less flustered, as when his charming eyes caught yours more warmth went to your cheeks.
“I saw it in the forest. It reminded me of you! And I thought it’d be nice to give to you, since you only moved here recently…” Qiu explained, putting it into your cupped hands.
You weren’t aware that being a new kid wasn’t the only reason. It was more so Qiu’s hidden crush on you that fueled that decision, along with how much it reminded him of you.
You looked down at the flower again and smiled. “Thanks, Qiu!” You said with a smile. Even without knowing the reasoning behind this gift, the gesture caught your eye. You rubbed the petals lightly with your thumb and a smile on your face. “I better go home now, Qiu. Moms making dinner soon.” You walked to your house, careful of the blossom in your palms. Once home, you’d find a way to preserve it. One thing you were sure of is that the new house felt even better with the beautiful flower inside, a sign of your hidden affections.
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Thank you for the request @boa-hoa ! Sorry it took so long for me to finish it!
I choose Red Gardenias as it means secret love between two people (if google is correct-)
#our life#our life now and forever#qiu lin#x reader#qiu lin x reader#Qiu x reader#our life x reader#our life now and forever x reader#step 1#requests open#romantic#fluff#our life fluff
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Can I put in a small request for soft long distance besties Derek headcanons? No pressure ofc!
" DISTANCE "
📌 Pairing: Derek (In between Steps) x GN! Reader (Platonic)
📌 Authors note: you guys sure love Derek (its okay he deserves it) but ofc!! ty for the request i had fun writing this
As a romantic partner, Derek may be on his best behavior to impress you
But as his best friend? The dude is an absolute madman (with manners)
He wouldn't be as conscious around you, he doesn't feel the need to impress you all the time, so just imagine the shenanigans he drags you into
Though Derek is a very busy person still, he's not as afraid to bother you and ask you to hang out with him
"Let's go to Mcdonalds :P" "Derek you live an hour away and its 9 pm what the actual fuck" "I'll pick you up then!"
Or if you're too far away to physically be together, he gets you two to play a multiplayer game!
But of course, he leaves California to pursue his goals elsewhere, and you two just can't find the time to talk to each other because of your timezones
He texts you every hour, from sweet reminders such as "Drink lots of water!! Take care of yourself!!" to really dumb messages "Hehe look at this topless Shrek figurine I found"
You're so done with him (you care about him so much)
Oh! He definitely sends you packages :D
He sends you lil collectables and stuff he knows you like! Or you know, that topless Shrek figurine he found..
You're the first person he calls whenever he achieves something!! Yes yes he knows he should inform his family first but no one matches his vibe more than you do okay.
Whenever he's going somewhere, he sends you a picture. It doesn't matter if he's only going to the grocery store, this is what you get for being his best friend
"*image attached* so yk the last place i went to just in case i get kidnapped" "im praying so hard for you to get kidnapped rn STOP BOTHERING ME"
Asks about your day! Somehow always knows when there's something you aren't telling him. Its a talent of his, one he actually likes
"How are you? Are you feeling okay?" "Yeah dont worry :]" "I can smell your lies from here"
He comes to you for advice, or when he can't pick because of his indecisive ass
"Hey should I get the orange one or the yellow one?" "You look silly either ways" "Rude. The yellow one it is" "No wait I'm sorry get the orange one."
Sometimes. every once in a while, he'll suddenly text you about how much he misses you
You know that whenever he does, it means he's not feeling well
The two of you talk to each other until you pass out still on call on those days
He treasures those days a lot
Not as much as he treasures his best friend though :D
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📌 again, sorry if my english isnt all that great
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uhh hi !! I was just wondering if i could request Cove with a s/o who's depressed/has depression? cove is my highest comfort character so yeah lol
A/N: I personally also have depression, but I tried to make it as general as possible and cover a wide variety of symptoms. I will not be touching on self-harm or suicidal thoughts though, as that can be incredibly triggering. Thank you for the request and I hope you’re well, anon ♡
CW(s): depression
➸ Cove Holden
When you start showing symptoms of depression, Cove is concerned to say the absolute least. He’s worried beyond belief, and he wants to do everything in his power to help.
Whenever you’re upset, Cove just wants to shield you away, holding you until it’s passed but he knows he cannot do that forever
He tries his best to bring you out of the house, to go surfing or sit on the beach, or even just get a bite to eat. But if you really don’t want to go out, he’ll sit in your room with you, comforting you when you need it.
If you get angry at him, he doesn’t take it personally, knowing it’s a facet of your depression. But it doesn’t hurt him any less to see the flames of agitation burn in your eyes as you look at him. If he caused it, he will always apologize and give you time to yourself if you prefer.
If you lose interest in your hobbies, he’ll push you to do what you love just a little. If you like to write, he’ll encourage you to go onto your laptop or grab the pen and just write whatever is in your mind, no matter how messy the thoughts. If you like to paint, he’ll encourage you to just put paint onto the canvas, no matter how nonsensical the brushstrokes.
If you’re having trouble sleeping, he’ll stay up with you some nights just to talk and distract you from the weight on your chest. Or if you’d prefer, he’ll hold you as he sleeps peacefully beside you as he hopes his heartbeat will lull you to sleep.
When you’re upset and crying and wanting to scream at the world, he’ll hold you as long as you’ll let him. If you want to talk out what you’re feeling, he’ll be a nonjudgmental ear to listen, and if requested, he will help you think it through. For example, if you feel you are worthless, he’ll point out the ways in which you are full of worth and encourage you to point out things about yourself that are not worthless.
Despite your depression, Cove will not love you any less. He will be there to help as much as you’d like and will stand by your side no matter what happens.
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Qiu x mc?
omg i've been thinking about writing ol2 stuff im glad you asked even if its vague <3 also!! perhaps unrelated but needing to be said: i am NOT writing smut/nsfw for qiu + tama right now until at least the step 3 beta is released. #1 bc i want them to be 18+ in game #2 i want to have a better feel for them. but i'm happy to write fluff and dating/crush hc's n drabbles until then <3
also isn't the header i made so cute, i love it sm
tags : fluff, inbetween step 2-3
synopsis : what it's like having a crush and going through puberty at the same time.
you're the only person besides tamarack that qiu trusts and considers his dearest friend
but you're also his crush and it's hard sometimes...
on one hand, you're so sweet and caring
and you take care of him, even if you don't know how to comfort him you offer him a shoulder to cry on and a place to clear their thoughts
but on the other hand you're so beautiful/handsome and the way you look at them has qiu about to fly away from the butterflies
as you're growing up, qiu spends a lot of time with you.
i can see them sneaking into your room or throwing a couple pebbles to have you sneak out the front door
and you watch the stars together, all curled up together because it's cold and you only had half the mind to bring your blanket, which wasn't nearly enough
and even though your little midnight trips are frequent, neither of you prepare for the next.
and perhaps you're both "forgetting" a blanket on purpose so that way you have an excuse to cuddle up together, but who's to say?
no matter if you're shy or bold, there's this song and dance between you and qiu.
the longing glances across the room...
qiu flushes up to his ears, something he tries to hide by tugging at their long hair
and if you're feeling mischievous, you'll wink at him or perhaps you'll flutter your eyelashes at him, giving him a teasing smirk with a tantalizing stare.
or the way your hand lingers on his arm, making soothing circles with your thumb
you throw in an occasional heart, but with no way to trace the small action, qiu just flushes and stares blankly at his ceiling during the night wondering if it even happened
you two also hold hands whenever possible
only if there's a reason to of course
like crossing the road, very dangerous!
or walking on a log, you could fall into a pile of leaves!!!
so it's up to qiu to hold your hand and if he doesn't let go even when Tama is around, well you didn't let go either so why are you scolding him?!
mmm, if your hands were cold they would put your hand into his pocket and cover it with his own warmer ones
or even better, if you're parting and you came to school with cold hands, they would give your their gloves and pat your hands together
qiu doesn't particularly like jewelry, but if you gave him a piece of jewelry they'd wear it pretty often
especially if it's made by you
wouldn't wear it to school too often just in case it got ruined
omg imma have to write this but
think abt confessing to qiu while you're having one of your lil midnight excursions
you're on the floor of one of your bedrooms, or perhaps the forset floor I can't decide
and they're laying there, hair splayed out across the floor and looking at you with those eyes that are so welcoming yet bore holes into with the passion and fire behind them.
qiu is like a sunflower in a sea of poppies.
or a butterfly in the snow
and even if the words don't escape your lips
even if you can't bring yourself to kiss him
somehow you still find yourself flushed, perhaps with your lips meeting in the middle and suddenly tomorrow looks so much brighter
#our life now and forever#our life now & forever#qiu lin x reader#olnf#qiu lin#qiu lin x mc#fluff#qiu lin fluff
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"You wanna what?"
"I wanna do your hair."
It was a simple request, yet it had Cove blushing as he stood in a rigid state. He could barely even hold eye contact with you, in fact, he was staring at the floor now. You weren't complaining because that meant he wouldn't be able to see how flushed your face was.
As you two were so close, you thought it would be fun to style his hair. Though you'd be lying if you said the prospect of being close to him in the midst of it didn't make you wanna do it even more, even if the very thought of it made your heart race.
A few minutes of you both just staring at the ground passed before you heard him speak again.
"...Okay."
So that's how you got here, Cove sitting in the chair in your room while you stood and ran your hands through his hair. The prospect of sitting between your legs proved to be too much for him, as it seemed like he was just about ready to faint when you suggested it.
You took a brush to his strands, gently detangling any knots and styling it. Cove didn't brush his hair aside from running his fingers through it, and it showed. He had been that way since you were kids, you remember watching him mess with it on that trip your family took when you were younger. You smiled affectionately as you reminisced about that road trip. You both were thirteen and figuring yourselves out, but you had an understanding you were still doing it together. You remember how you'd called him up to the loft and he slept there with you until his parents found him. The way he flirted with you, face turning red as he complimented your eyes. You had adored him then, and you adored him now.
"Is... something wrong?" You're snapped out of your thoughts by Cove's wary voice. You finally notice that your hands have stilled, resting in his hair. He sits there twiddling his thumbs as you stall for an answer. After all, you can't exactly state the truth of how absolutely in love with him you are... Or can you?
You've loved him since you were eight, when you first laid eyes on that teary-eyed boy on the poppy hill. How could you not? He was positively endearing, especially to you. You couldn't keep silent anymore. He had to know.
"Actually, there is something I have to say." You toyed with a strand of his hair as you struggled for the right words to say. Cove waited patiently for you, only tilting his head in response as you continued playing with his hair.
"Cove, you're so amazing, and wonderful and since the first time we met, I've looked forward to seeing your face every day. I love you so much, Cove... Please be mine."
You breathe out the words in a single breath and once you finish, there's silence. No response from Cove, you're not even sure he's breathing as you slowly retract your hands from his hair. Before you can begin to panic too much, he moves.
Abruptly, he spins around in the chair, stopping when he can finally see you. He sits up, rigid with his lips pressed into a thin line as he stares up at you. Face flushed with a blush that spreads to his ears, he fidgets with the hem of his shirt as his mouth opens and closes a few times, making it clear he has something to say.
You bend down to his seated level and lean in, not wanting to miss a single word. The close proximity makes his blush turn even deeper, but he resolves to speak anyways. "I- Mm, me too." That simple confirmation would have been enough for you, but Cove had other plans.
"I feel the same way, I love you more than anything and I... I..." Deciding to let his actions do the talking, he slowly, gently brings you down to his level before leaning closer, closer until your lips touch. The kiss is gentle and loving, and when you pull away, you see tears shining in his eyes. He gives you a wobbly smile as he speaks.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that..."
"I think I've got some idea, because I've wanted to do it just as long."
You take his face in your hands, brushing his tears away as you think to yourself...
Asking to do his hair must be the best decision you've ever made.
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You and Cove sit a distance away from each other, your index fingers the only heat the two of you shared in the autumn. The ocean air seemed to whisper and flitter about, sending chills up your spine even through Cove's sweatshirt.
His eyes linger on your hands, intertwined, scared as if they were made to leave him. But as he steals another finger or two of yours to hold, it seems like all of his thoughts just disappears. The only thought that is present in the moment is how your hand fits against his so perfectly.
He goes from a finger, to two, to three, to your entire hand. He swipes his thumb up and down the back of your hand before he pulls you closer to him by your waist.
He slips a hand underneath your (his, technically) sweatshirt and just palms your bare skin, relaxing almost immediately when he feels your warm skin on his. He buries his face into your neck and just sighs. He breathes you in and breathes you out.
"Hi, handsome," you play with his hair a bit before laying down on the sand. He smiles against your skin and presses a bit more of his weight on you. "You know, we might get sand in our hair."
Cove hums. "I don't mind."
"Our bed would be nicer."
"I don't mind," he repeats. You laugh a bit and he presses his cheek against your neck, feeling the vibrations of your laughter echo throughout his body. He sighs again. "You're soft enough."
You don't argue with him anymore. It's late, you're both sleepy, and you're close enough to your house. You'll be fine.
You look for constellations but with you being so close to Cove and being able to listen to his breathing so clearly, it makes your heart pound and you can't focus. You've lost the big dipper around four times.
You try and find the moon but it's obscured by a bunch of clouds and it's getting harder to keep your eyes open. Cove is just so warm and you're so comfortable and it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a minute or two.
You lean a bit more into his touch and he wraps his arm further around your waist. His hair smells different, you want to ask him about it in the morning.
But for now, all you ask is, "Could we like this for a bit longer?"
(And he'll always reply with, "Of course.")
#(⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝) – writing !#our life#ol:ba#cove holden#cove holden x reader#our life beginnings & always#cove holden x jamie last#cove holden fluff#x reader#(hi this is very short but i'm sleepy and cold and the grind dont stop wont stop)#(i have two other longer cove drafts but i. Am so tired)#(live laugh love cove holden)
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