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#she would've got along with Din
starknesskenobi · 2 years
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Uncle Owen: “Luke is in danger”
Aunt Beru: 
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madame-fear · 1 year
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Request, Enemies to Lover, Stark!Reader X Lucerys Velaryon.
(Also a lil bit smut, hehe...)
*ೃ༄ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 .ೃ࿐
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— ☆ amira speaks : ok so, few notes: the starks and targs made alliances first and a short while after luke was sent to storm's end bc this is my own canon, yes? also, conceptually this is a mix of enemies to lovers + slowburn (kinda??) but with the relationship being fastforwarded, iykwim. And, dialogues in italics are from past events. Lucerys is briefly aged up. — summary : [ — ✧ request ] after your brother Cregan became allies with House Targaryen, you are occasionally forced to stand the smartass Prince Lucerys Velaryon, whom always knows how to get on your nerves. Eventually, you soften for each other after he has certain gentlemanly acts with you. But, your relationship drastically changes for the better good when Lucerys is gravely injured on Storm's End, and you are asked to "take care of him." — word count : 4.7k
— pairing : lucerys velaryon x stark!reader — genre : smut, enemies to lover, some fluff.
TW | mentions of near death, unprotected sex, P in V, slight profanity, creampie.
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After your elder brother Cregan made strong alliances between House Stark and House Targaryen to support Princess Rhaenyra's birthright to the Throne, you are occasionally forced to tolerate her cocky, smartass secondborn son: Prince Lucerys Velaryon.
No one knew why your relationship was as complex as that, even if your Houses got along together pretty well. Lucerys just knew how to have an ease to pick up on you with small, silly things, and you just always dismissed Luke, retorting back to any remark he would make. If you had to stay in the same room, you would simply whine and hesitate the entire time you're together, not tolerating each other's presence near one another.
“Why don't you like each other?” is a question you'd both hear frequently, simultaneously. The answers are always: “Because he's a spoiled, cocky, and annoying prince”, and also “Because she's boring. I'd rather die than be on the same room as her”. Yet, none of the responses helps your relatives to make you properly bond together.
With the brief passing of time, you learnt to stand whatever thing you thought about each other, and ignoring yourselves. The main situation that helped you slightly tolerate him, was one time you were in the library and you couldn't reach a certain book you fancied to read. There, his hand appeared from your side, and took the book, reaching it down for you with a rather cocky smile on his rosy lips.
“Thank you.” you spat out, taking the book from his hands, staring at him intensely into his eyes. “No need to thank me, Lady Stark. I am simply being a gentleman.” luke would reply back, ruffling your hair in a stupidly teasing manner, with his prideful smile remaining. Afterwards, and strangely enough, you both leisurely softened for each other even if you simply tried ignoring one another; not finding your presences so bad, after all.
Another situation that helped you bond slightly with each other, was the very first time that, during dinner between House Stark and House Targaryen, Lucerys stood from his seat only to offer you his hand, and take you dancing. He mainly did it because his mother suggested him to do so, and he did as he was told even if he protested against it. Obviously, you took his hand a bit hesitantly, and danced together in the centre of the dinning room.
“I figured, I'd much rather take you dancing, than hear continous political chaos, no?” as the princeling gently swirled you around with constant grace, he whispered to you, breaking the silence. You scoffed, humming briefly in response. “Finally, something we can agree with.” you retorted back, making him widely smirk. “Funny girl.” lucerys replied in a murmur, as you both continued dancing around the centre of the dinning hall.
“I would've thought of you as a terrible dancer, but it seems I was mistaken.” the young prince continued talking in a whisper. In response, you chuckled. “And I would've never guessed you would admit being wrong for once, yet, here we are.” the young Velaryon rolled his eyes at you, as you kept talking. “But, thank you. You aren't a bad dancer yourself as well.” you finished, widely grinning at him.
Despite none of you would ever admit it, you realised you actually had more fun dancing together than you originally would've thought. Some chuckles and giggles were heard coming from both of you that night, and it was a relief for your families to see you both in that state.
Luke occasionally loves to bother and annoy you, but what used to be a tedious rivalry where you couldn't even be in the same room, slowly became mere fun teasing to each other, even if you both preferred to keep the 'we can't stand each other' facade with the rest of your relatives. None of you either wanted to admit to yourselves that you didn't find each other as annoying as you used to.
Curiously enough, the feelings that grew for each other was unwanted as well. You found yourselves focusing and thinking on one another more than you should. Occasional mutual staring because you think of one another as... Strangely attractice, feeling the need of defending each other when someone disrespects you, and using random excuses to be near your presences. Oh, and with all of this, you still manage to roll off a 'gods how can they be so annoying?' from your lips. An overwhelming sensation of bittersweet, mixed feelings with each other.
By the time you were already less bothered with Lucerys, eveytime you had to return to Winterfell from Dragonstone, the thought of not being around Luke and tolerating the way he playfully picked up on you constantly made you feel unused to not being around him. To a certain extent, long for his presence, but you try to wash away those feelings.
Upon arriving back to your home in Winterfell a few days after one of your many visits to Dragonstone, you found yourself sitting down on the floor in a calm manner. The direwolf you tamed rested his head on your lap, immersed in a profound slumber, while your fingers leisurely caressed it's soft, fluffy grey fur. The only sound heard resonating through your room was that of the fire crackling coming from the small chimney in your quarters to keep it warm in the usually cold atmosphere of Winterfell.
Your eyes stood fixed on said crackling fire, being drowned on your own sea of thoughts. The mere idea of feeling the slightest of longing for the — now less — annoying Prince Lucerys made you feel confused regarding your own feelings. Despite you insisted to your own mind that you could never feel attracted to that cocky future Lordling that always found a way to get on your nerves, your heart always reminded you of how gentlemanly, and more delicately he's been treating you on your latest visits to House Targaryen.
A sudden knock on your door interrupted your waves of thought, making you turn your head to stare at the door, as well as awaken your sleeping direwolf. Before you could reply, your brother Cregan swiftly opened the door. His facial expression seemed to be tinted with concern, and inner conflict. “(y/n),” he sweetly greeted you, as always. A brief grin formed on your lips. “Cregan.” you greeted back. “Is something the matter?” you inquired, intrigued at his notorious worry.
“Indeed,” he rapidly retorted, standing at your door. “We must return back to Dragonstone as a matter of urgency.” your brother stated, making you furrow your eyebrows, even more confused. Before you could ask why, he continued. “Prince Lucerys has returned from Storm's End gravely wounded, and we must travel to Dragonstone to support House Targaryen.” a huffed sigh escaped your lips as your brother finished speaking, your eyes widening in surprise at his statement.
“How unfortunate.” you replied to Cregan, continuing to leisurely pet your dire's grey fur. Even if you didn't want such feelings to overwhelm you, you couldn't help but feel a scintilla of deep concern and... fear, for his safety. 'How severe are his wounds?' You wondered to yourself. The feeling of growing worried for Lucerys seemed like a foreign concept for you, but here you were; your heart pounding fast against your chest with nerves, hoping for the best.
A sigh came from Cregan's lips as well. “I know that, even if your relationship is... strangely complex, to put it in a way,” a scoff escaped your lips in response. But your brother wasn't wrong; your relationship with Lucerys had been oddly mixed lately, especially after the certain situations you had together where you found his actions to be proper of a gentleman, but you still picked up on each other and constantly mentioned how much you hated one another.
“But please, meet Lucerys on his chambers, and use the situation as an opportunity to bond together. I am certain the Prince will appreciate your actions after having nearly faced death.” your lips were formed as a thin, straight line as Cregan finished talking. Without responding much, you nodded in agreement.
“Very well, then, I will do my best, and I will go see him.” the tone of your voice seemed weary, but only because you tried to cover the true concern that tightened your chest at the thought of a badly injured Lucerys. And, even if you hated it, a hint of enthusiasm grew on you at knowing you'd see him.
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Traveling from Winterfell back to Dragonstone was, fortunately, a rather fast trip. As soon as you arrived to your destination, you were warmly welcomed and thanked by House Targaryen as always, now more than ever, as you provided full support to their House, and for the health of Rhaenyra's secondborn son. A polite, courting smile remained on your lips as Rhaenyra guided your brother and you inside the rocky castle.
Both your brother and you hastily made your way inside Dragonstone, with quick steps following Rhaenyra from behind. Your heart oddly thumped loudly against your chest, and you tried remaining calm with your clasped hands resting in front of your body, attentively listening to Rhaenyra as she briefly spoke about what the inconvenient in Storm's End had been, with overwhelming concern.
“Princess Rhaenyra,” you suddenly spoke, as a moment of silence was made. A soft, low tone came from your lips, yet vehement. “Would it be too much trouble, if I go visit Lucerys and wish him well on his health recovery?” despite your voice being slightly quivering, you somehow managed to inquire Rhaenyra about visiting a recovering Lucerys on his quarters as Cregan suggested without stuttering for a bit.
A warm, polite smile danced on her rosy lips, giving you a single bow with her head. She knew how your relationship with her son was a mix between tense, yet had been latelt formal enough to slightly tolerate one another in the same room. And, even so, she could see the way you occasionally stared at each other, or often found yourselves being on the same room under some dumb, plain excuse. “You may, my sweet girl.” she replied, seemingly happy about your question. “I am certain Luke will be fond of your presence.” Rhaenyra added, and you briefly curtsied as a way of saying thanking her.
Afterwards, a Royal Guard fleetingly guided you through the grey, large halls of Dragonstone, towards the chambers of the Princeling. Fortunately it was a rather short walk, and you quickly found yourself standing in front of a large, dragon-carved wooden door, meaning you had already arrived to his quarters. A respectful, single bow with the head was given to you by the guard, and he left back to where Rhaenyra and your brother where conversating.
Taking several deep breaths, you prepared yourself to be less awkward with the usually teasing future Lord, disliking the feeling of being too nervous at the sight of him badly injured. Your fist was raised slightly, and you knocked the door twice. Not allowing anyone to answer, your hand swiftly opened the door, allowing you to enter.
As soon as you were inside the quarters of Lucerys, your breath sharpened, flinching briefly. A maester stood by his side, Luke laid on bed with a pale face. The princeling wore a silky, white gown, and his face was full of fresh, slightly bloody scars and scratches. Tossed aside on a chair rested his dragonriding clothing, noticing they were dirty, and stained with dried blood. His hair seemed to be wet, and messy. Luke's facial expression was weary, and yet, his green eyes slightly widened at the sight of you entering to his quarters; clearly, he had not expected you to show up.
“Lady Stark.” the maester greeted curtsying you, as Lucerys shyly descended his gaze to his lap upon noticing you, with a tint of pink on his scarred cheeks. Giving the maester a single bow with your head as a form of greeting back, you then fixed your stare on Lucerys. “Hello, maester.” you spoke, with a little grin, and a gentle tone. “May I have some alone time with Prince Lucerys, please?” you kindly asked, and the maester, without hesitation, rapidly left both of you alone on Luke's chambers, bowing down at the two of you before closing the door shut behind of him.
Hesitatingly, Lucerys lifted his stare, shyly taking a look at you. It was annoying to realise how fast, and tight his heart had recently began to feel against his chest at the mere sight of you, but at the same time, he had to admit he enjoyed having you around. “So, you came, Lady Stark.” lucerys mumbled, fixing his eyes on yours, as you gracefully walked to his side of the bed.
“Indeed.” you replied, your lips drawing a genuine smile. “The second my brother and I received the news of your inconveniences on Storm's End, we fleeted to see you, and your family.” as you kept talking, you daintly sat on the edge of his bed, but close enough to his face, resting your hands on your lap, gazing at him. “I must admit, I was deeply concerned for your wellbeing. But... Hearing, and seeing that you're safe and sound relieves me.” the young Velaryon could tell by your gaze, and voice tone, that you were honest. Not even a scintilla of doubt grew on him at your words. A weak smirk formed on his delicate lips. “Thank you, (y/n).” he retorted.
Briefly making an awkward moment of silence, his eyes fell to stare at his own lap. There, the previous pink tint formed on his cheeks, being notorious amongst the freshly bleeding injuries and scars on his face. “I know our relationship is... Strange, to say the least,” lucerys began, as he fidgeted with his trembling fingers. “But even if we're supposed to despise one another, I...” the brunette-haired boy paused. The words seemed to get stuck on his throat, struggling to roll off from his rosy lips. “I... Was frightened of never being able to have your presence near me.” with a sudden keen feeling of courage, Luke lifted his gaze from his lap, staring at you.
“I don't truly care what you think about me, or the things I say to annoy you... But, I genuinely care for you; your presence never fails to lighten my day, as much as I dislike admitting it outloud.” at his words, your lips were briefly apart with surprise. Your face slowly became near to his, being able to admire the precious glint his hazel eyes carried. With shame, he nearly lowered his face back to his lap with slightly weak movements, but you managed to gently take his chin with your fingers, and make him stare back at you.
“You silly, silly boy.” you began speaking, with a stupid wide grin forming on your lips. His eyebrows were furrowed for a brief moment, but you didn't reply, as you boldly pulled yourself closer to him, and planted your lips to the corner of his mouth, dangerously close to his lips. The Prince swallowed nervously as you did so, goofily grinning at you as you leisurely pulled back, staring back at Lucerys.
“I should keep hating you, but I figured... I think, I just love you too much to keep despising you.” you mumbled, as his hazel eyes unconsciously fell down to your beauteous lips, admiring every inch of them. Your own eyes did the same on his enticing, rosy lips. It seemed the tense atmosphere was fervidly felt between the two of you, but it was a passionate, fiery type of tension.
Without saying any other word, you abruptly clashed your own lips against his, while the future Lord of the Tides followed the movements your lips did to kiss his very own. It was alluring to kiss each other, just like two missing pieces of a puzzle that had just found each other. The more intense it became, the more your panting increased; resonating through his quarters.
Despite both of you briefly pulled apart from one another to catch some air, you rapidly returned to keep clashing your lips and kissing, nibbling on each other's lips occasionally, and feeling your accelerated, hot breathing against one another. One of his hands was tightly gripped on your shoulder, and the other one desperately clawed on your back. The way his hand clawed on your back, tugging on your dress, indicated that he so needily wanted to pull you closer to him; and you understood his signals perfectly.
Not breaking the passionate, moist kissing, one of your legs slowly creeped to his side, helping you get on top of him. A breathless moan escaped from him at the feeling of your weight pushing down on his erected bulge that you could feel poking on your in between leg. “Sȳz riña.” luke whispered breathlessly in between the kiss, allowing his eloquent High Valyrian come to light in such heated moment.
'Good girl'. That, you understood. Being a Stark that was deeply immersed in historical readings and had an appreciating thrill for the language of Old Valyria, you had taught yourself how to read and understand High Valyrian. The reaction you were getting from Lucerys made you smirk in mischief, raking your nails on his wet, messed hair, pulling it back, and your other free hand rested on the large, wooden bedheader to keep your balance on top of him.
His shaking hands went to firmly grip on your waist, only to leisurely travel lower to your legs, and slightly hike the skirt of your dress up; giving Lucerys more access to slide his hands under your dress. Even if his hands teasingly moved under your dress to make their way towards your underwear, he managed to, somehow, control your body and keep pushing you on top of his fully erected member. Some strangled noises unwantedly escaped your lips as you rubbed your still clothed, dripping wet core against his bulge.
“You have no idea, how badly I've been lately fantasising about wildly fucking you, every single night.” he husked, beginning to place kisses on your neck, causing you to hitch your breath as you slided your trembling hands through his chest. “Fuck,” you whimpered, feelings his hands precipitously remove your underwear, willingly helping Luke to toss them aside. The windy feeling of the atmosphere hitting your exposed, pulsating genitalia, plus his hands holding a tight, firm grip on your hips, sent shivers down your spine.
Needily, your hands rapidly travelled all across his clothed chest, to all the way below his silk-textured nightgown, rushedly hiking it up to his waist. Your fingers gently — and hurriedly — began working on sliding down his underwear, as your face leaned down to continue placing sloppy, wet kisses on his lips. As you removed his underwear, your exposed, wet core immediatly sat on top of his erection, rubbing yourself against him; his tip already releasing pre-cum from the arousal. The hand that raked it's nails through his hair remained there, holding a tight grip on the back of his head as he released a quivering pant at the pleasure being received.
“You can't tease me, princess.” lucerys kept mumbling in between kissed, intensely fixing his hazel eyes on you as his nails dug deeper on the skin of your hips. “I know you want to desperately fuck me, as much as I wish to.” in response, you teasingly scoffed, and bit his lower lip as to provoke him. Without giving you a warning, you suddenly felt his cock harshly being shoved inside of your wet, throbbing core, causing you to release a sudden gasp against his lips, feeling a brief stinging pain. A strangled noise escaped him, feeling how your walls tightened around his rigid size.
“Fuck, Lucerys...” you groaned, closing your eyes shut, tightening your hand firmly on the bedheader, as you adjusted to his hardened size. Both your breathing was accelerated, hitting against one another's skin. Lucerys descended his lips to trail some small, provoking kisses on hour jaw, and lower his way towards your sensitive neck. As his nails were digging on your skin, he softly began thrusting inside of you a bit deeper, making sure of being as delicate as he could without causing you any type of pain.
You threw your head back, with lips being partly open. Quivering pants and some quiet moans escaped from your lips, as you felt him entering his size deeply inside of you. “You like the way I feel inside of you, no? You're already dripping wet for me, sweet love.” he whispered in a breathless manner, trying to so badly contain his own moaning, widely grinning against your neck, continuing to kiss and nibble gently on your neck to stimulate you even more.
“S-Shut up, and fuck me faster.” you whimpered, nearly begging to feel more, as Lucerys moved dreadfully slow inside of you. “Hae ao jaelagon.” luke growled, briefly pulling apart from biting on your neck's sweet spots, and harshly pounding his entire size against your pussy, leisurely beginning to make an in-and-out motion, having full control of your body. The feeling of your moist genitalia tightening it's walls around his shaft made him throw his head back, parting his lips as some grunting escaped from him.
“Tepagon ziry ry naejot issa, jorrāelagon...” he whimpered, moving your body inside of his erected member. Some slight drops of sweat began appearing on your bodies, as you clenched your jaw, with desperate hope of containing the moans and panting that escaped from you. The wet noises of his own member fervidly pushing inside against your wet core began echoing through the room, slowly being accompanied by your whining moans.
One of trembling his hands kept it's tight grip on your waist as to help his ridge enter deeper on your shaft, as the other one went to take hold of the back of your hair, slightly pulling your hair. “Fuck, you feel so good, p-please, don't stop–” you whined, stuttering and being occasionally interrupted by your own moans, which got louder with every thrust. His twitching cock knew exactly where to continue hitting continously, as to make you reach your orgasm faster.
“Seven Hells, you feel so good” he yelped, fluttering his eyes shut, as he groaned in pleasure. “You are so tight and wet around my cock, y-you feel better than I-I imagined...” as he kept whispering breathlessly, stammering, your own body began shoving itself all the way down to the end of his rigid member, pulling your hips down hard, penetrating as profoundly as he could. “Lucerys...” you whined, barely being able to form a proper sentence.
The rougher he kept pounding against your dripping pussy, getting moister every passing second, the more dumbfounded you felt. You could barely think to form a proper thought, or sentence. Both of you were misted by a cloud of pure ecstasy, beginning to feel an aching inner heat tightening inside of your chests, as an uncomfortable knot inside your stomachs formed. “L-Lucerys, I-I think...” pausing for a second, a crying, loud moan escaped from your lips. Luke's own moaning continued, being joined by growls.
“I-I'm going to cum...” you cried, tightening your hand, whose fingers were deeply interwined around his messy, already sweaty hair. His lips once again went to your neck, but only being placed against your skin, harshly breathing on you. “Māzigon syt issa, dōna jorrāelagon��” lucerys commanded, a cry of pleasure abruptly escaping him.
Hearing his High Valyrian coming from him while he fucked you roughly, made you shudder in pleasure. Your legs were violently trembling at feeling how he continously hit said sensitive spot, making your knees buckle; feel weak and vulnerable under his touch. The uncomfortable knot formed on your stomach was suddenly released, making you scream with pleasure, as a shockwave was felt travelling all across your body. For a second, Lucerys stopped his penetrating motion as his warm cum was rapidly discharged from his twitching cock, to inside of your fluttering walls, accompanying you in your screaming of pleasure, throwing his head back as a trail of fire invaded his insides.
Your hands were firmly, and tightly placed on his shoulder as you had a simultaneous release, having your mutual orgasm. His semen dripped out from your pussy, along with your own wet liquids; it was a rather pleasuring sight for Lucerys. Both your bodies were heavily sweating, as you panted together, deciding to take a small break from all the intensity. Your eyes were shut, your chest arose and fell trying to catch some air. Feeling your weak legs trembling, you lost some balance, and suddenly let your head fall to the crook of his neck.
“I didn't know you could fuck so well.” a breathless chuckle escaped from your lips, relaxing your body on top of his own as his member remained inside of you. One of his hands went to be wrapped around your delicate body, and the other one sweetly played with some sweaty strands of your hair, vastly grinning at your comment. “Now you know, and I have so much more to give, byka jorraelagon.” lucerys murmured, planting several soft, little kisses on top of your head.
“I can only hope my brother didn't hear us. Otherwise, he'd send our direwolves to bite off your cock and balls.” you joked, fluttering your eyes shut. Another chuckle — this time, louder — escaped from his lips, stupidly grinning. Lucerys couldn't care whether or not his brother liked the fact that he was now head over heels for you. All he needed, was to have you by your side, and fill you with all the love he tried to contain for you.
A brief moment of silence was made, as you tried coming down from your high on top of his body, with your eyes shut and your head on the crook of his neck. Lucerys peacefully caressed your silky hair, looking down at you with admiration. “You know, (y/n),” the Lordling began, breaking the silence. “I know we're constantly talking about how much we despise each other, but I suppose it's time for me to admit, that I actually love you. Your personality, your beauty, your grace, your courage, everything.” a deep, crimson flush took over his face, as you once again opened your eyes, and lifted your sight to gaze into his hazel eyes.
A shy smile formed on your own lips, mimicking his very own tint on his cheeks. One of your quivering hands travelled to be placed on his cheek, caressing with your thumb a fresh scar all across his angelical face that still contained some blood, now dried. His face flinched briefly, but rapidly, he gave into your warm touch. “As I now love every inch of your being, Lucerys Velaryon. And when my brother told me about your near death in Storm's End, I realised, I would be so lost without you.” your voice was soft and delicate, making sure to fix your gaze on him, so he could see the glint of certainty on your (e/c)-coloured eyes.
Without allowing him to say another word, you delicately leaned closer to him, tightening your grip on his face — as your hand remained on his cheek —, and tenderly placed your lips against his own trembling ones, savouring his sweet taste. Lucerys wasn't used to such display of affection coming from a Lady, and it was quite a surprise all that it had just happened, but he realised... That with you, he could begin to get used to it.
The mutual hate vanished away rapidly, being turned into something much beauteous and graceful, provoking the feeling of butterflied fluttering on his heart whenever you kissed, stared, or caressed him. Even if he had nearly faced death at the hands of his uncle back on Storm's End, it didn't matter anymore.
The situation made him realise how he would fervidly miss your presence, and how you helped him forget about all his troubles, and he would forever cherish you for such thing by constantly providing you with love, and undying protection.
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kanansdume · 1 year
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Bo-Katan got to be kind-of RIDICULOUSLY hypocritical and complicated this week and I almost kind-of love it. I still want a full admission of her own guilt and involvement in Death Watch and the subsequent destruction of Mandalore via the Empire, but I'm willing to take this week's stuff as a sign of more to come hopefully.
Bo-Katan's relationship with her father seeming to be along the lines of being the child who had to conform to traditional Mandalorian standards since the older sibling and heir apparent was probably a more rebellious pacifist child, which leads her towards being simultaneously completely jaded by the spectacle of Mandalorian traditions and also someone we know is VERY interested in upholding a more traditional Mandalore. She has to be the one who doesn't embarrass their father, but she also sees it for the sham that it is.
She picks up the Darksaber and wields it, which in this show kind-of implies that Bo-Katan is much more accepting of the weight of responsibility and leadership than someone like Din, but then doesn't hold onto it and leaves it among Din's weapons while he's unconscious and incapable of taking it back from her. She's got enough honor to go save Din when he needs help and to refuse to just take the Darksaber from him when he's incapacitated and doesn't even make a big deal about it.
Most interestingly, she condemns infighting among Mandalorians, claiming it to be the reason Mandalore was weakened enough to be taken by the Empire, and then holds up her father as a great man who defended Mandalore despite the fact that we know the people he was probably defending Mandalore FROM would've been OTHER MANDALORIANS. And of course there's the fact that the person who attacked Mandalore last, overthrowing its most stable government in a way it never recovered from, was Bo-Katan herself when she was part of Death Watch. SHE weakened Mandalore, SHE fought other Mandalorians, SHE led Mandalore into its own destruction.
I'm almost at the point of believing they might finally, for once, for the first time since she got a face and a name and a backstory way back in 2013, that the writers will allow Bo-Katan to admit to her own sins, admit to her participation in a terrorist organization whose entire goal was to overthrow her own sister's peaceful stable government, admit that she helped lead an attack on Mandalore's capital. The hypocrisy is FINALLY at the point where I might believe it's actually intentional. The very carefully edited history that Bo-Katan is giving Din feels like it's made for the audience who knows better to question it. Din doesn't know better, but anyone who's aware of Bo-Katan's history can easily read between the lines and see that Bo-Katan is harboring some guilt that she's refusing to acknowledge or take responsibility for just yet.
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adoristsposts · 2 years
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the honeymoon phase ,, din djarin
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you and the infamous mandalorian are hunting a bounty at a popular honeymoon planet. when you two are almost exposed in front of her, you make a show of proving you and din are a sickly in love newlywed couple.
din djarin x gn! reader
word count; 2.3k
warnings; reader is extreeemely flirty (and makes suggestive jokes) just because i think it'd be funny. Miscommunication trope on the dl
You folded your arms, eyeing the crowd around you. Lovers tucked into each others sides as they whispered sweet words and let their eyes reveal how endeared they were. It made you feel lonely. Not that you'd ever let it show in front of the armoured man beside you.
Mando looked uncomfortable in the situation. You knew him well enough, better than a lot of people, but not well enough to know how to approach the topic of 'oh my god we're on a honeymoon planet'. His look made him stand out like a sore thumb, as did your tattered pants and tank top compared to the other people in sundresses and khaki shorts. Gross.
Then your eyes locked in on her. The target. She had been avoiding her debt and had settled down here. You didn't even know they offered permanent housing on getaway planets like these. What did they do when it wasn't wedding season? She made eye contact with you, and you swore under your breath.
"What?" Mando asked, hand reaching for his blaster. You swatted it away quickly, looking away from her and quickly wrapping your hands around his arm. "She's looking" You said through the warm smile you plastered on. "Just don't question me, okay?"
"Oh honey!" You said loudly, "You can't take the dusty armour off for an hour? It's our honeymoon dinner! Maker, my father was right about you!" You said, feigning annoyance as your hands dusted off his armour and fluttered about his shoulders. He froze. "What?" He asked. "Oh don't take that tone with me or you'll be sleeping on the couch!" You huffed, crossing your arms. "I thought I told you not to question me" You hissed under your breath. He just stood there. An overly cheery Bothan made his way to the check in desk in front of you. "Honeymoon suite?" He joked in standard. You just nodded, reattaching yourself to Mando's arm and looking up at him lovingly. That part wasn't too hard to fake. You were actually quite interested in him. And you flirted relentlessly to show it, but he was either daft or just plain uninterested.
"Two beds" Mando said, not bothering to play along with your facade.
"He snores" You added to cover up. Was he so disgusted by you that he couldn't do this? Let people believe you two were together? The Bothan chucked and shook his head, sliding a key over the counter. You thanked him and steered Mando down the hall. He pulled his arm out of your grasp as soon as you two were out of sight. "Hate the contact so much?" You teased, "Or is the sexual tension becoming too much?"
"Shut up"
"I'd be more than happy to take care of that for you. We do have a honeymoon suite all to ourselves" You continued
"Shut up!"
"Why, are you getting flustered, Mando? You know-" You were cut off from your prodding when he covered your mouth with a gloved hand. Despite not being able to see his eyes, you could hear the glare in his voice. "Shut up. Someone else is after her"
"Oh" You said, voice muffled by his hand. "How do you know?" You asked, but it came out more like "hmmvw dvu yvv new?'
"What?" He asked, peeling his hand off. You winked at him,
"Got a thing for that kinda stuff?"
"Maker help me" He groaned, turning away from you. "I saw someone disappear into their room with a FOB on their belt. I would've been able to hear if they were with anyone if you had stopped making fun of me for two minutes"
"Making fun of you? Mando, I'm not-"
"Let's just get this over with. Where's our room?"
You handed him the key and followed behind him dejectedly as he led his way down the corridor. The carpets pattern was so loud and clashed with itself somehow. You felt queasy looking at it. "Remind me to pick a better hotel for our next honeymoon, yeah?" You joked. Mando didn't say anything back. You pouted, was he really mad?
When you two walked in, no words were exchanged. You swung your bag off your shoulder and hurriedly rummaged through it for some clothes that would allow you to fit in. You weren't going to be able to catch the woman without a little bit of anonymity. And muddy, Nevarro-suited clothes made you attention grabbing.
You walked into the bathroom to change, and when you came back out you held a beachy scarf in your hands. Mando stared at you, and you wished you could see his face under that helmet. Was he disgusted by your revealed legs? By your showing collarbones? Was he wondering how he ended up in this situation with such a grotesque creature? Or was he checking you out? Smiling? You hated not knowing.
"Stand still" You told him, reaching up and tying the scarf around him so it hung over his shoulder. He moved robotically to look at it. "Beachy!" You said, smiling at your handiwork. "And it matches my underwear, if you decide you really wanna sell the bit later" You winked. He crossed his arms. You blushed and held your hands up. "Alright, alright. Charm off until we get outside. Then I kind of have to turn it up"
You were right, as soon as you two encountered a couple in the elevator you pressed yourself into Mando's arm. You were surprised when he brought it up to hang lazily on your shoulder, but you took the opportunity to cling to his side and giggle, whispering into his ear in what would probably look to the others as a suggestive way. In reality, you were telling him the plan of action. Grab the target, carbon freeze her, get the hell out of here.
"Excuse me," You finally giggled, "Where do residents usually eat? Me and my husband here were thinking about settling down here. Such a lovely little planet, isn't it?"
The man looked nervously at Mando, but the girl seemed to melt at how excited you seemed. "Oh my god, it is! I heard they like to hang out in that adorable tiki bar down the road. It's a ten minute walk with great views. Uber romantic. Oh, honey, do you think we should try out some of the local places?" She asked her husband. The man spoke quietly to her and she pouted. He was probably mansplaining what a Mandalorian was to her. "But she seems nice" She whispered not-so-quietly, before huffing and crossing her arms.
When the elevator doors opened, the two of them walked in the opposite direction of the tiki bar. He wrapped a possessive arm around her waist, but she still turned around and happily waved goodbye to you and Mando. "She was sweet" You commented. "If we were really on our honeymoon, I would've invited her to join us."
You two stepped out together. "Her husband wouldn't have been very happy about that"
"Yes but that's because you're so handsome and intimidating. If I was your fiancee, I'd want pretty women to stay far away from your allure" You pointed out. Again, you couldn't see him, but he seemed to straighten up in pride. You thought he was handsome, and he was proud of that. You laughed, shoving him lightly. "Don't let that go to your head, I need you calm and collected for this."
"As you wish" He said. You rolled your eyes and grinned. Couldn't he have a conversation like a normal person? But you guessed this was as at ease as he got. As you two made your way out of the hotel, he worked his arm around your waist just like he had seen that man do to his own wife. His beskar was a comfortable weight against your hip, and you found yourself with your arm around his waist as well, smiling up at him as you two walked.
You didn't notice you were away from the crowd of people until you had pretty much talked the entire walk. He hadn't said much, but he had given you plenty of fuel for mindless flirting and teasing. "You know, Mando" You began upon realizing, "I'm beginning to think you're enjoying our little charade"
He stiffened, beginning to release his hold on your waist, but you grabbed his hand before he could. You replaced it on its previous spot firmly, making sure to be serious as you looked up at him. "You don't have to do that, I'm enjoying it"
He tore his hand off of you. "I'm not in the mood for this" He said, frustration coating his voice. "For what?"
"Don't." He warned. You crossed your arms.
"Don't what, Mando? What is 'this'" You said, voice filled with attitude. He had never directly turned you down, and you took that as encouragement. Was he about to admit he had been to cowardly to simply tell you that you weren't his type? "I told you earlier to stop making fun of me" He said.
"Making fun of- You think I'm making fun of you?" You asked, shocked. He didn't respond, just looked away and kept walking as your pace slowed. "Hey!" You called, catching up and grabbing his wrist. "I told you earlier, I'm not making fun of you."
"What are you doing then?"
"Flirting, you idiot! I'm flirting with you" You exclaimed, "Have you really not noticed? This whole time?"
He scoffed and turned away from you. "Let's just get this bounty"
You had to bite your lip to will the tears away. Bounty hunters didn't cry. You bit harder as your body refused to accept this rule. "Fine" You choked out, "I'll take the back entrance." And with that you quickly separated yourself from him, rushing off towards the back of the building. When you got there you couldn't help it, emotions coming out in ugly waves of tears as you furiously wiped them away with the palm of your hand. Why were you crying? He was just a coworker, someone you had flirted with because he was well built and out of your reach. But you had also let hope flicker inside of you. And in such a romantic environment doing all the things you had dreamed of, this had been the worst way you could picture that hope to die.
"Are you alright?" A voice asked, high pitched and kind.
"No" You admitted, not turning around. The hand laid gently on your shoulder. "Husband issues? The visitors get them all the time?"
You smiled and turned around, nodding. "Do you need a hug?" She asked.
"No," you said, "I need a drink. Real ladies carry a flask on them" You joked, reaching to your hip. The girl laughed with you. You shot her with your blaster set to stun. You quickly wiped away whatever remained of your tears, your bounty now lying on the dirty ground of the bars back entrance. You sighed, tucked your blaster back into its holster, and went to go find Mando.
When you found him he was standing with his arms crossed in the shadows, barely noticeable. "I got her" You told him frankly, moving forward before he could respond. You could hear him trailing behind you. "You'll have to carry her. I'll act drunk and we'll say she passed out if anyone asks"
"Okay"
And that was all you said as you trudged back towards the Razor Crest. Until finally he broke the silence and asked, "Have you been crying?"
"Yes" You answered simply. "And I don't want to talk about it"
He sighed, obviously in frustration, but respected your wishes. As soon as you saw the ship come into view, you fastened your pace and walked in without a word. He could handle a carbon freeze by himself, and you wanted to fall asleep in your uncomfortable cot and never wake up. Could a person die of sheer embarrassment? First you confess your feelings, then you cry. Good Maker, you were a wreck.
"Hey" The voice made you jolt up and hit your head on the top of the small space you had turned into a bed. You groaned, "What the fuck, Mando?"
"Can we talk?"
"No. I'm going back to sleep"
"Stop being stubborn" He scolded, sitting down as you gathered your sheets and sat up against the wall. "What do you mean you've been flirting with me?"
You groaned and covered your face with your hands. "You've rejected me already, it's ok, I get the message"
"Rejected?"
You peeked through your fingers. "You know, when you said 'Let's just get this bounty'" You tried your best to impersonate his modulated voice, failing horribly and eliciting a small chuckle from him. "That wasn't.. I thought you were kidding"
"Maker, Mando, I'm not kidding. I never have been. I've been out here laying down hints left and right and you've been walking with blinders on. You have never noticed" You complained. He didn't move or say anything for a second, until he sighed and grabbed one of your hands. "I.. I thought you were just being.. you."
"Is this a rejection?" You asked, eyebrow quirked. He chuckled again, and it was music to your ears. "No" He replied, "It isn't. But I can't give you what you want. I can't give you a honeymoon getaway to a nice planet, I can't give you that much physical affection, or attention, or emotional intelligence. Maker, I can't even give you my face"
"That's okay, I think I have a thing for masks" You joked. You couldn't tell if it helped the mood, so you placed a hand lightly on his helmet. "I don't mind, Mando. I'm more than happy to just keep flirting with you. As long as you flirt back every now and then."
"Okay" He agreed, "I think I can manage that"
You smiled. "Now get back to your bed, pretty boy, or your face will end up being the only thing you have covered"
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kazoosandfannypacks · 2 months
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College au spring break trip and/or Sabine meets Grogu for the WIP ask game, please?
🏫 college au spring break trip
This is one of my AUs that I wish I'd finished— technically, it could qualify as finished, if I want it to have an unhappy ending with loose ends, but who wants that?
This fic, of course, takes place in my OUaT college AU. I haven't worked out every single nitty gritty of this au, but I know a lot about who's roommates with who, who hangs out with who, and a lot of the character dynamics. In this story, Emma and her roommate, Elsa, decided to go on a road trip together for spring break. Unfortunately for Emma, who isn't the biggest fan of huge groups of people, Elsa invited Mary Margaret, who insisted on bringing David, who wanted to bring Robin and Killian, and then Will found out about it and August and Belle and Ruby ended up tagging along too, along with Regina, all crammed in a rental van for a few hours.
When they finally get to the hotel they're staying at, everyone is exhausted, especially Emma and Killian, who, though they don't know each other very well or hang out very often, end up falling asleep together on the couch during a movie night that night.
I don't have too much plot worked out past that, but I've loved playing around with the characters in a modern au, and doing silly little things like implying that Will Scarlet is a tumblr user and that Robin Hood never pays for streaming services and instead just pirates whatever he wants to watch. This is also part of the AU where Will and Belle are exes who tolerate each other but are always being snippy and sarcastic toward each other, and August, despite being rivals with Belle and often bickering with her, cares about Belle more than he lets on, and goes out of his way to be as subtly spiteful and rude to Will as possible.
💚 sabine meets grogu
This one came about from me having a little empty space on my shelf covered in Grogu figurines and putting my Sabine Wren funko pop there, which lead me thinking about how, if Ahsoka had continued to train Sabine, then Grogu and Sabine would've undoubtedly met at some point in the Mandalorian/Book of Boba Fett.
In this story, Sabine isn't with Ahsoka when she meets Grogu the first time, because Ahsoka didn't want Sabine coming along on (or even knowing about) a finding-the-map-that-leads-to-Thrawn-and-Ezra mission, worried that her feelings might get in the way, and if they failed or came upon another dead end (there'd been lots of those in the last decade) she didn't want Sabine to be disappointed and weaken her already-a-little-shaky relationship with the light side of the Force.
However, Sabine does come along with Ahsoka when we see her in the Grogu storyline from BoBF. Grogu, who has been missing his dad Din a lot, is instantly drawn to the Mandalorian Jedi apprentice. Sabine isn't usually the kind of person that children are naturally drawn to, so she's really confused by this tiny green youngling who has been clinging to her shoe since she got here, but as soon as Ahsoka explains Grogu's story, Sabine understands.
But when Sabine learns that Grogu had to decide between his family and his training, she's obviously very ticked off, more upset with the Jedi order than any Mandalorian has ever been, and ends up telling off Luke Skywalker to his face, giving him a very large lecture on the importance of family to a Mandalorian, and how when you have a family, you should do everything you can to hold onto them, because you never know when you're gonna lose them, and how it's just not fair for Grogu to have to decide between the two. Luke, however, quickly realizes that Sabine isn't upset at him, nor is she really upset on Grogu's behalf, as much as she's projecting her own unhandled grief over everyone she's lost onto the situation.
I'm still not sure how this fic will end, but Grogu and Din will be reunited, and I might have Ahsoka tell Sabine about her already-formulated plan that'll bring them closer to finding Ezra than they've been in a long time.
Thanks for the ask!!!
🖊 send me the title of one of my wips and i'll tell you about it!
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a-single-tulip · 6 months
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For the oc ship game...
Dr. Cais Varru x Shaak Ti
AND
Dr. Waylon Vrand x Din Djarin
OC X Canon Shipping Headcanon Ask Game
Ohohohohoho, those are some good ones
Fair warning, I definitely did more than just five little headcanons because I had way too much fun with this and got suuuuuper carried away lmao
Dr. Cais Varru
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Alright, for context for those who don't know Cais because I rarely talk about my OCs and oughtta make a post for them, he's my Zabrak therapist OC who practices on Coruscant, with a lot of his clients actually being clone troopers once the war started.
So, he and Shaak Ti likely would've met due to Shaak Ti hearing about him from clone troopers who still kept in touch with her, and it would've piqued her interest to hear about someone who seems to care a lot about the clones just as she does. Someone who is actually helping them work through their inner struggles. So the next time she finds herself on Coruscant, she decides to meet him herself. Upon meeting him, what actually surprises her is the feeling he gives off, one of complete cool, but also warmth at the same time. Like the way a breeze feels in the spring as the sun hits your skin.
It's after that first meeting that neither of them can seem to get the other off their mind. That leads to them finding excuses to speak to one another, and nobody really bats an eye at it. After all, a lot of Cais' clients are clones, and Shaak Ti works closely with clones, so of course she would want to be involved in something like their mental health. The clones know better though, they can clearly see it, the way the two of them stare at each other.
The way Shaak Ti will softly laugh at something Cais said, touching him on the arm, and the way he just smiles at her with a shimmer in his eye. They know that they have to do something to set them up. A few of them, along with the help of some of Cais' friends, manage to set them up on a dinner date. They are both quite surprised, and a little embarrassed, to see that they've been tricked. No wanting to waste such a nice thing that was done for them though, they end up spending the evening together and having a nice time.
Once they do actually settle into a relationship thought, thanks to the clones in their life, it's something that at first not many are even aware of. They both have their jobs first and foremost, and know exactly how to remain professional when in such a setting, along with how to remain focused on their responsibilities.
These two like-minded individuals though have a pretty nice balance when it comes down to their work lives and personal lives. Shaak Ti ends up spending plenty of limited her free time going to visit Cais at his apartment, and whenever they're away she ends up comming him when she can as well. Spending time with him at his apartment typically leads to some cuddling on the couch while watching a movie.
There are parts of Cais that Shaak Ti does learn about, something he tells her at the very start of their relationship because he wants to clarify if she doesn't mind those parts of him.
For one, while it isn't a deal breaker for him if she isn't into it, when it comes to being intimate with another person...he's not the most vanilla. He isn't ashamed of his interests in BDSM, but he wants to be honest with her regarding that sort of thing, and while she's never tried that sort of thing before...she finds herself willing to at least try it with him.
Something to note...Cais is about 6 ft 4, and a particular muscular guy, and it's once they get into this sort of bedroom play that Shaak Ti finds herself truly enamored by his domineering stature. She never thought she would be the type to be into the use of ropes or toys, and yet...Cais makes it quite exhilarating, experiencing something new.
And it wouldn't complete without some improper use of the force, so ofc she would end up using it to help him in getting off, a new experience for him that he finds to be nothing like he's ever experienced before with previous partners.
Something Shaak Ti likes most of all during this is how mindful Cais is of how she's feeling. Despite how dirty the whole ordeal is, with teeth sinking into her skin, nails raking along her thighs, and ropes keeping her from moving...he still looks up at her, flashing that sweet smile of his before asking if she's comfortable, if she needs anything, if she's enjoying herself.
She is definitely enjoying herself, and isn't afraid to let that be known with a few bites of her own.
Dirtiness aside, one of Cais' favorite things to do would be gently placing kisses up and along one of her lekku.
That perfect blend of being sweet and absolutely filthy.
Dr. Waylon Vrand
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Dr. Waylon Vrand is my medic OC who in his primary AU, actually works for the GAR. For the sake of him being paired with Din though, he'll be a doctor who still practices on his home planet of Dosuun! You heard right loves, we got ourselves a space cowboy here
I'd imagine that Din and Waylon likely would've first met on Dosuun, maybe with Din not only having to pick-up supplies, but also get an injury looked at after a job. That's when he first steps into the Vrand family practice where Waylon, his older brother, and his father all act as doctors for the village.
Din and Waylon both have pretty serious personalities on the surface with a sense of dry/sarcastic humor on the side, so it's funny to imagine them meeting and getting along fairly well once they get into talking while Waylon patches him up. Din is surprised to find himself able to actually speak with the young doctor in a way that doesn't feel forced, and Grogu doesn't seem to mind him either, especially since he ended up getting a lollipop from Waylon.
What they think is going to be a one-time meeting ends up with them, surprisingly enough, meeting each other once again off of Dosuun. Waylon reveals to Din that he's just been traveling, having always wanted to explore the galaxy and offer his services wherever they might be needed.
Grogu immediately tries to have a look in Waylon's bag as him and Din are talking, hoping to find any more lollipops, which earns an apology from the Mandalorian.
Waylon only offers that half-smile of his, telling him there's no harm to it before fishing around in his bag and handing a lollipop to the kid, earning a pleased babble in return.
Din doesn't know why he says it...maybe it's because of how nice he is with the kid, maybe it's because of how oddly comfortable he feels around him, but he asks if maybe he would want to possibly travel with them for a little bit.
The question surprises both Waylon and Grogu, who practically looks up at his dad in the most incredulous way.
He's pleased when Waylon agrees.
Din isn't exactly used to regularly traveling with someone other than the kid, so it takes so getting used to having someone else with him who can actually talk. Soon enough, he learns that he missed being able to have banter with someone who could actually keep up with sarcastic remarks of his own.
Waylon on the other hand finds himself intrigued by the pair, especially Din. Maybe it's a little bit to do with never seeing his face that's got some allure to it, but mostly he finds himself wanting to be around him when he can, whether it be sitting beside him when they're going over their supplies or finding himself standing just a little too close to him when they're out someone.
He doesn't know when it starts, but at some point his usual banter slowly shifts into bordering on flirtatious, because he's well aware of how much it gets a rise out of Din who will either sputter something out or lightly shove him away.
Hell, sometimes he'll even quickly press a kiss to the side of Din's helmet, which damn near makes the guy short-circuit. He doesn't know why he does it, he just...like doing it.
He's taken by surprise one day though when he has his back turned, going over some of his medical supplies when he hears Din walks up behind him. Nothing out of the ordinary, so he makes no move at first to turn around. Then...he hears the slide of something, a gasp suddenly leaving him at the sensation of a kiss suddenly being pressed to the back of his neck followed by what he now figures to be the sound of his helmet sliding back down.
Upon turning around, he's once again met with that all too familiar helmet, a blush creeping up his neck as he's left speechless and he can't help but wonder what Din's expression must be after that.
The only thing he gets after that is a, "Finally gotcha' back..." before Din turns around and walks away.
Things get muddled after that, and before they know it, without even really saying it out loud they've sort of settled into a rather affectionate relationship. Leaning into each other without even thinking about it, holding hands, holding on to each other's arms, and of course Waylon pressing kisses to Din's helmet along with Din sneaking a kiss to the back/side of Waylon's neck when he least expects it.
One of Din's favorite things though is catching moments where Waylon and Grogu are spending time together. It's the softest sight he's ever seen, with one such time being when Waylon was reading one of his medical books to Grogu as the kid sat in his lap, little hand pointing at pictures in the book while Waylon explained them to him.
That's probably when Din finds Waylon the most attractive, being so good with the kid.
The first time they're intimate with one another is a night that they somehow manage to get to themselves when Din makes a request of Waylon...asking him if he can kiss him properly, but not before placing a blindfold over his eyes.
He half-expects that to be a dealbreaker, mentally preparing himself, but he's surprised when Waylon complies. Upon him getting the blindfold fitted around his head, he sits there waiting patiently while Din swallows dryly, before gently taking him by the chin and bringing him in for a tender kiss.
What starts off as a gentle kiss soon after shifts to Waylon being pulled into Din's lap as they begin making out rather heatedly while yanking at each other's clothes, with Din ending up having to help Waylon maneuver out of his, what with his eyes being covered.
It's probably some of the most heated sex ever, because with his vision concealed, Waylon other senses are finely attuned to every other thing he's experiencing. Every single touch of his skin, the way he can feel Din's mouth suckle at his neck, kissing down his chest before making his way to his stomach...and then taking him into his mouth, grabbing a fistful of the Mandalorian's hair while crying out in ecstasy at the feeling of his mouth on him, and the way his facial hair scrapes along sensitive skin.
After that night, he definitely doesn't mind having blindfolded sex with him if it means feeling that good.
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popculturebuffet · 2 years
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So, who would you say are your favorite voice actors and the favorite character they voice? Also, are you okay with answering questions along the lines of say "which scene would you say the main cast of (insert cartoon) did the best job in individually and why" ?
To answer your second question first, absolutely. As for the first there's quite a few I could list so (cracks knuckles) Jason Mantzoukas: The man just has one of those voices you can't help but recongize and a manic energy all his own. He's america's homeless shady uncle and I'm here for it and he brings that energy to every role. Like the rest of this list hearing he's going to be involved will instantly get me to check out a series. Faviorite Role: Alex Dorpinberger, Close Enough. Admitely this one is playing to all his strengths as Alex is a role he easily could've played in live action: a hairy weirdo in his own weird little world who gets too loud, is way too confident and way too weird for his own good. But it's also the perfect version of that: alex is more sympathetic, being weird and obnoxious sure but also being supportive, kind and thoughly himself. He's also just really fucking funny from connecting garfield to jesus, to badly singing the friends theme, to being entirely into his biking insturctor when she reveals herself to be an alien. And said last scenario also shows his heart as while he's willing to do some freaky shit, his friends.. his family really.. come first.
Kimiko Glenn: A rising star Kimiko Glenn is a wonderful, witty lady with a great penchant for playing the snarkiest people imaginable but a great range too, currently playing pinkie pie but as a unicorn in the new mlp series. (Sunny is great but that is what she is and you can't convince me otherwise). She also has a hell of a voice. Seriously she's been on broadway. Why more shows aren't captalizing this is beyond me. Faviorite Role: Lena, Ducktales. Yeah BIG SUPRISE but this is the role I feel really rose her star in the voice acting world. She got to play her both as the surface, a cool teen mentor/love intrest to Webby... and the abused child underneath who slowly grows a concienous and is able to fight back against her abuser and break free, finding a loving home in the process. I would've done the retrospective for her for free and would gladly do it all again. The character is amazing and kimiko is a large reason why.
Zeno Robinson: Easily the freshest face on the list and one of the best rising stars in the industry. And I say that with the utmost respect: Zeno has blew up in the past few years and for good reason, able to play some of the best characters of this generation of animatoin with ease, having a youthful energy that can go from bouncy nerd to tortured homnculus to kid playing green arrow to cyborg in an instant. He's a one in a million talent and I look forward to seeing what he does next. Faviorite Role: Hunter, The Owl House> Again pretty easy to see coming and while as always a good part of it is the writing, Zeno really makes hunter his own, having his sense of authority, playfulness and the scared child underneath all mix effortlessly.
Keith David: You all fucking knew this was coming. And this is without seeing gargoyles but ANY TIME live action or voice acting Keith David shows up expect him to fucking bring it. Keith is a fucking legend for a reason and is still going to this day and can do just about anything from outright joke rolls to dead serious villiany. He's a damn talent and a sex machine and was guarnateed a spot here. Faviorite Role: King Andrias, Amphibia. I know it's a fairly recent one but not only is it complex, he just bounces between his three faces, jovial king, tortured soul and giddly evil tyrant with pure ease and skill only keith david could do.
Danny Cooksy: Now that's a name I haven't hear din some time. Seriously where are you danny. Where are you? WHERE ARE Y... point is he's an all time faviorite and I hope he does more. He did do the bygone gulch pilot so there's hope it's just weird he vanished like that. Faviorite Role: Jack Spicer. His other roles are fine mostly bullies and stoop kid was close but this overdramatic weiner is one of the best villians i've seen in a show.. not really a threat half the time but so enjoyably over the top and decidated to a job he's just not good at you can't help but love him.
Jim Cummings: This one is also not a shocker nor someone I need to overhype. The guy has a decades long career, hasn't stopped for a second and continues to keep going up to the recent Chip N Dale Movie and I hope he never retires. Jim Cummings can do anything and you damn well better respect him. Faviorite Role: A very hard choice... seriously he has so many. But I gotta go with his most iconic: Big Pete. He wasn't the first guy to voice him and won't be the last, sadly, but he's theo ne who took him from one dimensioanl bully to the lovable egotisti of varying levels of villany we know today.l
Kate Micuci: I saved the best for last but while I started liking as her a va because I had a crush on her (for good reason), her talents go far beyond my simping. She can play just about anything, from childish glee to velma skeptcisim with ease, and while her voice is always recongizable her range with it is phenmonial Faviorite Role: Webby Vanderquack< Ducktales. Again, not a huge suprise but the comedic timing, emotional depth and sheer fun she had with the role cannot be undrstated.
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dreeamscapeee · 3 years
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Your What?
Summary: Bruce thought one night of fun would be just that, not 18 years but when his 'Flavor of the night' turns up at the manor claiming they are having his kid he has no clue what to do.
Bruce Wayne x reader
Warnings: Implied fem!reader, Mentions of a shoe being thrown, Panic attacks
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A/N: Yall this is my first time writing to just go easy on me please but tell me if I need to fix something😅
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Bruce Wayne was used to having his 'Companions' of the night come to the manor in hopes for something more. Who wouldn't? So it wasn't as big of a surprise when Alfred came into the dinning room informing Bruce of his guest outside.
"Master Bruce'' Alfred uttered ''It would seem we have a... visitor''
Bruce not having his second cup of coffee yet, and still tired from being up until 4 AM in the cave trying to find where the Joker went after his escape from Arkham asylum for the umpteenth time waved Alfred off.
“Master Bruce may I suggest that you speak to them. They have information concerning you. And your next 18 years maybe” Alfred whispered while pouring Bruce's coffee in his cup.
Bruce sighed but answered nonetheless '' Alright but would you wake Damian and Tim, I had to take his coffee pot again last night.''
Alfred nodded and went towards the stair case. Bruce didn't know why Alfred needed him to go answer the door considering if Bruce knew them Alfred would've let them in, and if it was one of Bruce's special lady friends Alfred would just tell them Bruce left from work. While effective for a hour or two all it did was put more pressure on his personal assistant to get them out before he got to work and they could cause a commotion.
The last time was with with a woman named Sarah or was it Savanah? Bruce couldn't remember but he did know that after she was asked to leave she threw a shoe at his head. God he hoped it wasn't her.
As Bruce neared the door he could hear the sounds of what sounded like a woman crying so he hurried his steps. When he opened the door he saw a beautiful (S/C) woman with (H/C) holding a manila envelope who looked on the verge of a panic attack.
Oddly enough Bruce felt like he had seen her before but he just couldn't figure out where. The woman stopped crying long enough for Bruce to make out the most beautiful pair of (E/C) he swore he had ever seen.
Bruce cleared his throat ''I'm sorry do I know you from anywhere?''
The woman looked lost for words, and considering her mouth kept opening and closing Bruce assumed she was.
''My name is Y/N. D-do you re-remember me?'' Y/N stuttered.
Bruce racked his head and he felt like for life of him he could not remember her from anywhere.
Y/N sensing Bruce didn't remember her tried to make it easier
'' We met at o-one of your gala's and w-we kinda...uh y-you know.'' Y/N added waving the envelope a little.
It was almost like something in Bruce's brain as he snapped his fingers ''The reporter right?''
Almost as if Y/N was embarrassed she shrunk as muttered 'that's me'
Bruce thought he had seen her before and he did it was at his gala for…. Something for Wayne Enterprises he never really liked the public appearances and all the people who think just throwing money at everything will fix it.
The billionaire wondered how he could forget her she had to be one of the most attractive looking women he’s seen that night, but the bar was set pretty low bearing in mind that his date that night was talking up some big shot lawyer and every other woman was filled to the brim with plastic. Thus is was only a matter of time for Bruce to see the (S/C) in a breathtaking (F/C) skin tight dress in heels (or sneakers) drinking with Lucius.
He remembered saying something along the lines of ‘A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be drinking alone’ as he walked over. And from there you know what happened.
' You know I didn't want to bother you you but I have this really, and when I say really I mean really big thing I have to tell you and I- I'm rambling again'' Y/N sprawled out
Bruce raised his eyebrow and just stood there
Y/N took a deep breath in and squeaked out a measly 'Im pregnant' just as Bruce turned around to go in the manor.
His body felt like it was was frozen as he worked things out, if she was pregnant and he knows they had sex why else would she be at the manor to tell him that. And was that what Alfred meant they have 'information concerning him?' Bruce was freaking out, yeah he had lots of people claiming to be having his child but none seem as honest as Y/N, and he could quite easily tell if someone is lying per being batman and Y/N was not.
''I know y-you don't believe me s-so here'' murmured Y/N as she handed Bruce the manila envelope.
As he opened the envelope his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. When Bruce opened the envelope he saw a sonogram with the words '7 weeks' and what little of that night with Y/N he could recall it was around 8-9 weeks ago.
Bruce took a shaky breathe and opened the manor door a little bit wider as spoke ''Why don't we talk in my office''
A/N: So uhh I think I did it😁😁 I hope it was good though😅
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Strawberry | Chapter 12 | Flames
Summary: Will joins the family dinner. The night can hide many things.
Rating: (+18) for…situations.
A/N: I'm SO SORRY for the long hiatus. Please accept this peace offering (jealous!Din) as a token of my gratitude.
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The symposium of a midwestern dinner sounds a lot like Bach's work.
Difficult notes with high to reach places and then very low caverns just a moment later. The cicadas in the background are a nice touch; it's something Tchaikovsky might have wished he could capture. Silverware - old enough to be considered vintage now - clank against the porcelain dinner plates. Charlotte lets out her fae-like laughter and Rhea listens intently, eyes gazing dreamily upon Tommy as he carries on conversation. The house is full tonight.
You suppose it was out of the kindness of your father's heart to invite Will to this dinner. Everyone within a two mile radius usually came to these spur-of-the-moment things. Will was an old family friend and his father supplied yours with fresh goat's milk and chicken eggs, so it wasn't all that strange he came along. Still, it made the meal a bit more difficult to swallow. Quite literally.
Din is sitting directly across from you. You think it might have been intentional because Will chose to plop his happy ass right beside you, grinning that lopsided smile and charming his way out of the discomfort with a joke. You play the part by laughing when he tries to outwit everyone in the room or by asking him how the farm manages these days. Will isn't a cocky person by nature, but something about the rigidness of his composure when Din asks for the green beans makes you all too suspicious.
It doesn't make any sense. Will broke things off with you. If he were to be jealous, it wouldn't be for anything but pride and show. A year ago it would've bothered you that Will was cajoling the room for the sake of his vanity, but now it was just embarrassing for everyone involved.
"Din, do you remember the summer of '90?" your father asks across the table, clearly involved in another conversation that pertains to this anecdote.
The man across you hums and shakes his head with a reluctant grin. "I try not to," he fibs, cutting at his steak.
Your father chuckles. "I was nineteen and Din was..." he pauses. "Jeez, Din. How old were ya?"
"Seventeen."
"Ah, right! Rhea hadn't been born yet but Scarlett was pregnant with her by the end of the summer. That was our last free year, wasn't it? Well, mine anyway." You dad points his fork in Rhea's direction, a bit of steak dangling from its end. "And then you came along."
Rhea scoffs. "Well, geez. My bad for existing."
There's no darkness in either of their words so the exchange makes everyone at the table chuckle in good humor. Your father and Din go back and forth about the irresponsible and, well, illegal things that had been done that summer. Underage drinking. Trespassing. And somehow Din always got away with it.
"He never got us caught. Ever. I still don't know how you did it." Your father says to his friend, eyes wrinkling with a genuine smile. "Damn good thing too considering how much pot we smoked. It's a good thing my girls didn't get that rebellious streak."
A witty response is formed upon your lips but only until Will cuts you off.
"I don't know about that," he pipes in.
You're taken aback, quite literally tossing your head to gauge his interjection. "What?"
An indifferent silence hushes the dinner party. Your sisters chew their food carefully, eyes glued upon the scene before them like it was one of their soap operas. Your father awaits an explanation with a rather scandalized look upon his face, but Will's father - Clarence - doesn't seem at all fazed by any probability of illegal activity.
Will rolls his chin to serve you an exasperated look. "Oh, come on. We're adults now; we can come clean." He drenches his steak in more A1 sauce before revealing: "Your daughter was the one to egg the sheriff's house."
The entire room initially goes as silent as a graveyard before everyone chokes on a snort and begins to roar with laughter. Clarence slaps your father on the back as the two of them snicker like a pair of hyenas.
"Will!" you growl. "You said you'd take that to your deathbed!"
The pain in the ass beside you howls with laughter, holding his stomach, and having to pause from drinking his beer. "Daffi, it's fine. They can't do anything about it now."
"That's not the point!" you scowl.
Din is grinning from ear to ear, obviously amused by your humiliation. It was a childish thing to do but the sheriff was a dick in the worst way and you wanted him to know it. That was a hot summer - record breaking, actually - and by the time he'd woken, the egg had dried upon his lawn and across the face of his home. Ole' Sheriff Winslow scoured the town for weeks before finally abandoning his quest altogether.
"You got something to say, Mister Djarin?" you inquire playfully, scolding him with a fire in your eyes.
Din clears his throat and furrows his brows. "No, no. I wouldn't dare."
The two of you exchange a glance that was far too intimate for this dining room. His eyes softened upon meeting yours and his smirk was silly, drunk on something other than the beer in his hand. If it weren't for dear Will's additional reminiscence, you might've fallen under the spell lingering in the space between you.
"Yeah, that was a great summer. We had our first kiss that year, remember?"
You blink, all thoughts of Din's mouth upon yours fizzling away like steam. Instead, it is replaced with the frayed-edged memory of Will's rusted pick-up parked in the darkest corner of the local McDonalds. It was hardly a first kiss worth mentioning if it hadn't been for how good he was at it and how bad you were. Still: what the fuck?
You wanted to say just that but refrained from doing so. Instead you say, "Lots of awkward fumbling if I recall." It comes out sharp - petty. If he wanted to behave like a child, you could do it too.
Din's trying so desperately hard not to glare at Will. You can see it in the deliberate chug of his beer.
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“What. The. Hell.”
“I know.”
“Wait,” Charlotte holds up a hand, expression dumbstruck. “I’m not done.”
You roll your eyes and scrub at a particularly stubborn dish, waiting for her dramatics to be over.
“…was that?” she finishes.
Rather anti-climactic.
“It’s Will,” you tell her, voice bored but teetering on the edge of fury. “It’s fucking Will. What do you expect?”
Charlotte shakes her head, eyes bulging with disbelief as she blinks over and over again as though trying to compute. She takes a dish from you, sopping wet, and begins to dry it with a rag. You know Charlotte is eager to gossip because she never - never - offers to help clean after supper.
Everyone else is carrying on from the awkward conversation by sitting at the bonfire and making pudgy-pies. It’s the kind of snack one eats when they need to forget about anything other than the impending weight gain. You watch from the window as Rhea slathers Nutella upon a piece of white bread and then some cut strawberries. Honestly, you could really go for one, but the idea of being anywhere near Will makes your skin crawl.
“Did he say anything to you? Before dinner? Or after? Like…why would he say something like that?” Charlotte carefully stacks the delicate plates atop each other. They clank against one another noisily.
Like cymbals within the symphony.
“Nope,” you tell her. “Not a word. I have no idea what’s gotten into him.”
Charlotte goes silent, rubbing at the plates until they’re dry as a bone, and then whispers, “He obviously knows.”
You square your jaw, glancing around to make sure no one is in the vicinity, and then let out a great sigh. “Yeah, I’m sure he does. I was all over Din at the bar.”
Your dear sister brightens at the mention of the night prior. She stops her drying and places her hands upon your shoulders so that you may look her in the eyes. You see mahogany. Deep. Rich. Full of life and excitement. In her eyes, it is proof that she’s a good spirit and in good health. (And…well, maybe a little tipsy, but that’s besides the point.)
“I like him. For you.” Is what she confesses. She places her hands upon your cheeks and squishes them together. You protest, taking her wrists and wrestling her, but giggling all the while. “I mean it. I think he adores you. And so do I.”
You nod in her grasp. “Okay, okay! I know, yes. I know!” you chuckle, breathless from the lack of air supply. She still has you in a chokehold. “Can you please let me go now?!”
Charlotte releases you from her trap and you gasp a throat-full of air, belly aching from laughter. The two of you embrace one another in a hug, attempting to lift the other, and then falling upon the linoleum - sore with serenity.
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There is something stirring in Din.
It is a fire that has just been fanned from embers he sought to snuff out. But they hadn’t perished, despite how hard he had tried. The coals burned. He burned.
For you.
At the bar, Din ignored Will to the best of his ability; sort of like how one ignores an irritating bumblebee. Leave him be, Din had chanted. He’s harmless. After all, Din had years stacked against Will. How was it possible to be so insecure by this kid?
Because that’s essentially what he is, right? He’s so goddamned young; he looks as though he’s never taken a hit in his life. He’s too pretty, too put together. He’s firm skin and tight abs. And Din, well…
Din was not.
Din was old. He was well past forty years of age now, playing house with a woman over twenty years his senior. No matter how well he managed to keep the façade so believable, it would one day end in disaster - embarrassment. Heartache. And defeat. He can’t bear the thought.
It wasn’t like him. He’s never given a shit about anyone’s perception of him before, nevertheless mulled over the ex of a romantic interest. Not to say that Din’s ever felt the way he did with you; no one has even come close. Xian was his longest “situationship” and when it inevitably burst into flames, he didn’t bat an eye. (He wonders if that makes him a terrible person.) If his toxicity with Xian was worth anything, it was just a testament of his endurance.
But you. The world fucking blurs when you’re near.
So when Will - cocky as Din once was - utters unsolicited bullshit, it takes every ounce of dignity he has left to remain silent.
We had our first kiss that year, remember?
There is a primal urge to reach across the table and wring the smug expression from Will’s face, to grab you with an unfamiliar hunger, carry you across the acre, and toss you onto his bed and just…
No. That was brutish. He wasn’t like that. He couldn’t allow himself to feel possessive over you because you couldn’t be owned. He knew that. But that fire licked at his inner conscious until he had to excuse himself from dinner altogether.
The darkest parts of him pace during the bonfire, though he manages to sit still and interpret Will’s behavior. His youth glows betwixt the crazed flames, an ombré of red and orange dancing across everyone’s skin. Din watches, he listens, he notes every little thing like hunters do. Because for some reason - some ungodly, twisted reason - Din felt as though Will were a bounty now. It’s the only way he could feel superior.
“Daffodil!” Will calls out suddenly. “Get over here!”
The hinges in Din’s jaw pop as he clenches his teeth, grinding them so forcefully he thinks Rhea - who sits beside him - might hear. When you arrive from the house (he guessed you were cleaning up, just as you always do), he notes the skimpy length of your cotton shorts and…
Wait. Is that his shirt?
It is. It’s the very same shirt Din offered you after the rain debacle after the bar. It was one of his favorites despite how plain it was; just a grey t-shirt that fit snugly on him but dwarfed you entirely. It skimmed the top of your knees and pressed against the swell of your chest. That something within him growled once more.
“Come sit,” Will instructs, patting at his lap.
You hesitate. “I…”
Will chuckles, urging you with waggling fingers. “We’ve been like this since we were kids, Daffi. Come on.”
There’s a pathetic attempt to steady himself as Din watches you perch upon Will’s lap.
You’re wearing his shirt. You’re wearing his shirt. You’re wearing his shirt. You’re wearing his shirt…
The group chats a while longer, exchanging stories Din’s never heard, but none of it matters. You’re on another man’s lap. And despite Mark’s very obvious presence, he wants so badly to grip your wrist and run.
“I’ve seen you before,” Will says suddenly. He points a finger in Din’s direction, eyes a little hooded from drink. “Weren’t you at the bar a couple of nights ago?”
Those who partook in the rendezvous go silent. Rhea freezes and Charlotte blanches, looking towards their dear sister who’s pale in the face now. Mark, in his sheer oblivion, raises a brow. Din’s been in every intense situation imaginable, but something about now makes his gut churn.
He could loose you. Right now.
He’s about to lie, to make up some bullshit excuse about having ‘one of those faces’, but Rhea pipes in.
Her voice is strong and firm when she says, “What the hell are you talking about? He wasn’t there.”
Effortless. Shoulders sag, the tension subsiding thanks to Rhea’s impeccable skill.
“Strange. Swore I saw you with…” he shakes his head and shrugs. “Never mind.”
An artificial laugh - so sickly sweet that it’s almost impossible to digest - escapes your lips. “You must’ve drank too much. It wouldn’t be the first time.”
-
His kiss takes you by surprise.
You’re walking back to the house after the men have soiled the fire and everyone’s said their good nights when he just does it.
It’s covertly enough, but it’s shocking. A massive hand encircles your wrist and pulls you behind the shed out back, pressing you against the mossy wood and stealing the breath from your lungs. It’s the biggest risk the two of you have taken. For God’s sake, your father is just now walking inside the main house and Din’s mouth is attached to the hollow of your neck.
You’re dizzy, gripping his shoulders so tightly that the fabric of his shirt warps beneath your fingers. “Din,” you breathe out. He kisses you speechless again and you break for air. “Din, what’s the matter?”
He curses under his breath. It’s sharp. Fuck. It’s not angry, per say, but it is damaged. You weave your fingers through his hair as he settles his breathing, concentrating on the strings of your shorts that he fiddles with.
“I…” He sighs, pressing his nose against your cheek. His breath is warm and you shiver. “He touched you.”
He sounds ashamed. Embarrassed. You can’t imagine how difficult it must be to vocalize your self-doubt as someone who relishes in secrecy. He had a wall built around him and it was made of iron.
“Not like you,” you whisper shyly.
You had some walls of your own. He was tearing them down like that of Jericho.
There’s softness in the air. The two of you are silent, eyes closed, and mouths inches apart. Exchanging of breath. It’s an ancient form of intimacy.
You trust him. You trust him with your life.
His hand feels natural in your own as you lift it to your breast. The trembling of his fingers is almost endearing; the man was far older than you and he still shook at the mere touch of a woman.
“No one can touch me like you.” Your hands glide south, pressing underneath the fabric covering the raw parts of you, until you stop at the band of your panties. “No one can.”
It’s all he needs to hear.
Soon after, he kisses you fiercely, but not without nodding in agreement. And that very hand, which grazes so deliciously at your belly, finally dips.
Sparks.
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MARE'S RECAPS ~ THE MANDALORIAN: CHAPTER 9 "THE MARSHALL"
Oh wow! It's been a while since I've done something like this. Last year, I caught up with season 1 about 2 days before the finale, so I didn't have the opportunity to write reviews/recaps. This season, though, I'm going to 😀 so here it is the first one! 
For the folks that haven't seen the premiere and don't want spoilers, scroll past this, fast and furious, because it's full of them. If you want to blacklist tags to avoid spoilers from me, I suggest that you add #mando spoilers, #the mandalorian season 2 spoilers, and #mare's mando recaps to the list.
I've seen the episode a few times (yeah, I'm that obsessed with the show) so some of my reactions are more visceral than others since I was too excited the few first times I watched it and I missed a lot of details (another reason to rewatch the episode more than once). This recap is loooooong, which is an indication of how amazing it was.
So this my final warning to those avoiding spoilers. Stop reading, right now. The rest of you… enjoy and let me know if you share some of my opinions. I'm always open to chat 😊
Chapter 9 ~ The Marshall
So it begins! It's so exciting!
I knew that Mando and baby Yoda walking in the street at night was going to be the opening scene. I started to think about it after watching the second trailer, and I'm glad that I was right.
It turns out that the red-eyed creatures were not jawas as I saw some people saying.
Baby Yoda was not happy with the little excursion to the fighting arena. Not walking on the streets nor inside watching the fight. I still laughed when he locked himself up in the pram, even if I've watched the trailer like a gazillion times by now and I knew he was going to do it.
And talking about the baby, he's getting more vocal I think. He's making a few new noises, whimpering more, which I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing. That he complains more means that he feels safe with his buir and isn't afraid of retaliation for it as he probably was with others in the past and the reason he didn't cry much in season 1. But it breaks my heart that he is stressed. And that child is anxious, I can tell you that much.
The fight with Gor Koresh's thugs was awesome! The gamorrean flying to squash Mando and failing had me cracking up. And omg! Din'd moves! Using his helmet as a weapon and throwing his vibroblade. And leaving Gor Koresh to be eaten! Man of his word, he didn't kill the guy.
On a side note, I would've never guessed it was John Leguizamo who gave voice to Koresh until I saw the credits. Of all the actors who could play the part, I never thought of him.
Umm, I'm curious about the time Mando has spent in Tatooine, which according to him it's been a lot and it makes sense since he knows so much about the Tuskens, their language and culture. I'm guessing he spent a while among them. He had to learn all that somehow. 
When I speculated that Mando was going back to Tatooine after watching the trailers, I said that I was going to riot if he didn't visit his favorite mechanic. Thankfully, I didn't need to worry. I loved Peli in episode 5 of season 1 and I loved her even more now remarking on Din's dislike of droids and trying to keep the baby for herself. Not to mention she complaining about not getting good help these days 🤣
And I ADORE the (improvised?) Birikad Din got for the baby. Of course, the baby is safer in the pram, right (guessing that's why he used it when he met Gor Koresh), but there's something sweet watching him carrying his son so close to him.
And I tell you, Mando has been spending credits lately in baby stuff. I mean, he got a new pram (which I initially thought it was the original that he had somehow retrieved from the garbage in Nevarro, but no, it's not the same, and neither it's the one that Kuiil made) and he also got the bag/birikad thing, which looks brand-new. I wonder what else he bought.
Watching the droids doing maintenance of the Razor Crest makes me think it's all for nothing, knowing that in a few episodes (it might be even in the next one) Mando is going to crash the ship. More than once perhaps.
😆 The baby still loves speed! I think riding on the speeder bike was the only moment that he truly enjoyed in this episode. Look at that happy face 
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When they arrived at Mos Pelgo and Din went into the cantina, leaving the baby outside, I was like: Din! That's not responsible. How can you leave your son out in the inclement sun, alone! Then baby Yoda peeked in and I went: never mind. I take back what I said.
Oooh. Cobb Vanth! I love him! For a moment, I thought it could actually be Boba but it seemed illogical and that's what Mr. Feloni and Mr. Favreau wanted us to think. I was correct.
My gawd! Din's shock when Vanth took the helmet off. I just knew he would freak out the moment Cobb asked for drinks and I said to drink they need to remove their helmets and Mando is going to lose it when this guy does. And the standoff! Was so good! "Take it off or I will" is going to become a quite popular phrase in fics from now on, not in the same context, but yeah…
The krayt dragon… oh shit! Or rather Dank farrik! We can't see Mando's face or expression but I can imagine which one was when he saw the dragon eating the bantha the first time.
Oh my goodness. The baby hiding in the pot! Too adorable! 
I know every hardcore SW fan lost it watching Vanth modified speeder because is a callback to the Phantom Menace and Anakin but my first thought was: is he compensating for something? Sorry, I couldn't help it 
The dog-lizard creatures were kinda scary at first but then became adorable. Almost as much as baby Yoda getting out of hiding
Baby Yoda doesn't like dog-lizards things. He looked afraid to be eaten I think. Poor little guy.
And look at that! Din showing such growth! To think he was the one incensing others in negotiation 😆 this is a total callback to the jawas in Arvala-7. And I gotta tell you, Din freaking loves his flamethrower. He doesn't waste the opportunity to use it.
The krayt dragon eating the Tusken raider instead of the bantha was quite of a plot twist 😆
When they were planning the attack on the dragon, Cobb Vanth's face when Din told him that the bones and pebbles were to scale, and then when he had volunteered the villagers to help… priceless! 
I like the fact of banding together with others for a greater good, relying on others to accomplish something is going to continue being the theme of this season. It started last season but I think it's going to be stronger this time around along all of the episodes.
😳😲😳😲 this thing vomits acid?! What. The. FUCK?!!!
Cobb: I don't think it's dead
Mando: me neither
Me, at the same time as Din: yeah, nope it's not dead
Oh yeah! Teaming up with jetpacks!
When they showed the bantha with the remaining explosives my first thought was why didn't they use all those before?! That's why they didn't kill it!! Of course, it was just an excuse to grant Din a more grand win in the end, but you know, it's stupid not to use everything you have to kill the monster on the first try. Just saying
Wait, what? Din! What are you going to do? No! Taking care of the child is your responsibility, not Cobb Vanth's! I hate this plan of yours, Din Djarin!! Whichever it is!
Oh! Nice callback to the flaw on that jetpack. But makes me wonder, do all the rising Phoenixes have the same flaw? Cuz unless Din knows Boba in person and that it's his armor with that particular flaw, it means it's a common problem for all and I don't like it.
Get away, Din! Get away, Din!! FLY AWAY!! AAAAAAAHHHHHH! NOOOOOO! 
There he is! Damn, Mando! Don't scare me like that! Altho, it was a nice move.
Okay, but now I want someone to explain something to me. If the dragon's acid melted people at contact before, how the hell is Din so whole? I mean, sure for argument' sake let's say his beskar armor provides some protection, but he's not entirely covered in it. His cape and undersuit seem just fine, albeit sticky. Where's the logic in that?
The tuskens getting the pearl reminded me of the jawas and the mudhorn's egg, chanting zukka, zukka (or however egg is spelled in Jawa).
That's quite a piece of meat. The baby is going to be happy eating off it for days🤣
😮😮😳😳 BOBA FETT!!!!! Yesssssss!!
Okay, I've seen other people's thoughts and some think that Boba was after Cobb Vanth because he had the armor, but I don't know. If that was true then why he hadn't gone to Mos Pelgo and got it? It seems to me that it's more likely that Boba is following Din somehow because it's the second time in as many Mando's visits to the planet that they sort of cross paths. Could they know each other? Have some score to settle? It's possible. Din has spent much time on Tatooine -his words, not mine- so it wouldn't be so out of consideration that they actually know each other. That if Mando knows Boba is (fake?) Mando, I don't know. Probably not, but who knows?
Extra thoughts
I gotta say that Ludwig Göransson is killing it with the score music! Oh. My. God! So so so so good! I could tell from the trailers that it was going to be awesome this season but it astounded me in chapter 9. Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous! My favorite piece is when they're going to the dragon's cave to kill it. The orchestral sound of the already familiar music blew my mind!
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1, 2, and 7!
1. What's your favorite character(s) to write for?
Oooh! I do obviously love writing for Din, but I also really love experimenting with writing Grogu in different ways! I haven't done these next ones too much yet, but I've also enjoyed writing for Fennec and Boba!
2. What character(s) do you find the most difficult to write for? Why?
Very good question; sometimes I feel like Grogu is difficult to write because (aside from OLAT) I have to get extra creative with bringing out his personality in nonverbal ways. Which has been a fun challenge, but a challenge nonetheless! I also feel like I need more practice writing for Fennec. I adore her and want to include her more, but I also want to make sure she keeps her lovely essence, if that makes sense.
7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?
I'm honestly very proud of all my stories. I didn't expect any of them to gain the traction they have. But I'm especially proud of OLAT and Latch.
OLAT was the reason I started writing Din fics in the first place. It's the one that started it all; I was talking to a friend one day and said "what if you were Grogu's teacher and Din fell in love with you? Someone should write that" and then I sat down and did it myself, and BOOM, the rest is history! Over the time I've been writing it I feel like I've learned so much about my own writing style, and that I've gotten better as I went along. I firmly believe it's the reason Latch is as popular as it is; its writing is definitely better, but only because OLAT made me learn to be better. And every time someone comments and tells me that OLAT brought them warmth or comfort or joy, it absolutely melts my heart. Y'all seriously have no clue how happy it makes me to hear that, because it does that for me too!
For Latch, it was just an idea I had on a whim when driving past a fire station, and then I put ch 1 out there and left it alone, and then so many beautiful people flocked to it?? I was honestly shocked by how much people loved the first chapter. I would've kept writing it regardless of its reception, but it was such a beautiful surprise. And I have so many ideas for it that I just cannot wait to share with you all!
As far as headcanons go, I am especially proud of the headcanon that if Din loves you and you were to get sick, he would go buy the entire damn grocery store to make sure he at least got something you liked and then take the best care of you he could. 🥺
Thank you so much for asking! ❤️
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