m. 20 years old. she/her.bi.
forever falling in love with fictional characters.
late night ramblings and the occasional made up scenario writings.☁
feel free to ask me and suggest anything!
i write for characters over 18yro from:
star wars
stranger things
mcu
game of thrones/house of the dragon
narcos
the last of us (game & show)
the walking dead
hi! i've decided to upload my in progress fanfiction on here. it will be slow burn, and a love triangle between an oc x din djarin & bo-katan (no romance between bo & din at all!). i'm not completely sure how well it's going to translate being uploaded onto tumblr, so i may scrap this idea and keep it only wattpad and learn how to use ao3 (finally).
Wattpad: Between a Purple Haze 🌩 The Mandalorian (user: lilgloomberry)
nevertheless, here is the opening part!
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Between a Purple Haze.
(OC x Din Djarin / OC x Bo-Katan Kryze / Love triangle / Slow-burn / Miscommunication Trope)
(Following the events in 'The Mandalorian' and 'The Book of Boba Fett', with references to 'The Clone Wars' and other relevant Star Wars Lore. In saying this, this story will not strictly follow canon and information may be changed throughout.)
After that fateful night, Alyona ran. She didn't fight like she was trained to, she coward away from it all. She used what little credits she had on her to get far-away from it all. She wanted it all to just go away. And that was working for her.
For years, she had enjoyed the comfort of a civilian life on Sorgan. She had a small apartment to herself, a stable job and most of all, Alyona was alone. There was no one to bother her. The only memories of the past were buried in a worn and tattered box under her bed. Pushed to the back, out of sight.
That was until a Mandalorian entered the tavern she worked in, the first she had seen since that night.
Act One. (1430 words)
The warm night breeze drifted through the gaps in the shutters that closed up Alyona's windows, causing her to pull her blanket over her shoulders more as she turned over in bed. She turned again, before she let out a huff and sat up. Her calloused fingers ran through her tousled brunette locks as she shuffled her legs from the mattress and letting her feet hit the wooden floorboards.
She sat for a moment, her head in her hands and eyes closed tight. Just listening to the hum of the Sorgan forest, the insects that were still awake in the twilight, the odd ship that made its way over her apartment. She breathed in and out, again and again, reminding herself it was just a dream. But she couldn't rid her mind of the image of the ignited blade going through her middle created within her nightmare. Her breathing wouldn't calm, her heartrate picking up, and her hands felt clammy against her scalp. She felt like she was suffocating in her cotton nightdress, as if the material was toxic.
She stood up slowly, her footing feeling unstable, yet she continued. Letting her mind take her to the back of her apartment, and out to the small platform at her back door. Alyona switched on the small light by that back door and reached out for the bag she had hooked on the wall nearby. Pulling out a datapad and broadcasting relayer before sitting down on the step outside her backdoor.
Alyona pulled her knees up, while her hands busied themselves with plugging the modified broadcasting relayer to her datapad, clicking the necessary buttons on both of the pieces of modified tech. She glanced out at the forest her backdoor overlooked, and then at the rest of the buildings nearby as she waited for the tech to start up. She tried to control her breathing again, the feeling of panic still lingering from the nightmare she had only just escaped from minutes before.
A small beeping sequence rung out, forcing Alyona's attention away from her surroundings and back onto the devices on her lap. She sniffed slightly, running a hand down her face as she used the other to tap into the broadcasting channels. The relay let out another beep, and blinked twice before the datapad let out a static before there was silence. Her cue.
Alyona picked up the relayer, holding the side with the built in microphone to her mouth and pressed the side button. Her other hand fiddled with the blue toggle control presenting itself on her datapad, hacking into every 'off-grid' channel she could.
"This is a locating call-out," she began, "if this broadcast reaches buurenaar, please respond." She waited a moment; the silence being filled with a soft static hum. "I repeat, if this broadcast reaches buurenaar. Respond." Static again, then a small hum. Interference. She switched stations, repeating her line before continuing.
A beep made Alyona stop, moving the relayer away from her mouth as she looked down at the datapad. A bypassing ship, records showing no owner ID. Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked up at the sky and raised the relayed to her mouth again, clicking the button.
"ST-70," her voice was clearer than before as she read the ship name, "this is a locating call-out," Alyona had straightened slightly, looking out for the ship. It was nowhere to be found, but it had to have been close enough to have been picked up. Perhaps still in hyperspace, she thought.
"Locating who?" a deep voice made its way through the relayer. Crackling through the static, but there, nonetheless. The sound made Alyona feel slightly dizzy, this had never happened before.
"Buurenaar." She tried to sound sure, but her voice fell at the end of the word. The datapad showed the signal to the ST-70 strengthening as the ship came closer to the planet but there was still no response. "I repeat, this is a locating call-out for buurenaar."
"Mando'a?" the other end called back. Alyona sighed slightly, eyes rising to the sky again, the purple of the early dawn overwhelming the darkness now.
"Yes," she said flatly into the relayer, "I am looking for a Mandalorian, are there any on board?"
"Yes," the other end responded, only to be cut short by the broadcasting system to drop out.
"Dank farrik," she muttered out, desperately twisting at the controls, trying to find the frequency again but it was impossible. Her attempts met with only radio silence or harsh static.
The brunette girl let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her lungs were on fire. The muscle clenching like a vice, preventing oxygen from entering her lungs. She looked up at the sky once more, the purple had changed to a lilac, the twilight hues quickly giving way to dawn. Not a vessel in sight.
Beneath the overwhelming sound of static emitting from her modified equipment, Alyona felt hope for the first-time since she was on Mandalore as a young woman. It coursed through her veins with such an insatiable conviction that she knew she wouldn't be able to push this aside anytime soon. How could she?
She looked down at the data pad, at the projection that was nothing but a blue glowing line now, the previously available comms channel for ST-70 gone completely. Her nimble fingers worked to unhook the adapter cable from the devices before she shoved them both into her bag, tucking them in the middle of a bunched-up navy poncho.
Alyona let a huff pass by her lips as she pushed herself from her place on the outdoor step. She wrapped her arms around her middle, unsure of what to do now. She needed to do something. The sun was truly rising now, she had noticed, giving way to a pink and orange morning sky. The distant chatter of farmers and such making their way out for the day was beginning, and Alyona forced herself to push the hope she finally felt to the back of her head. To be dealt with another time, she thought, it would have to wait. But the feeling wouldn't simmer, and instead she found herself walking over to that corner of her apartment, falling down to her knees as she reached where the tattered box was hidden. I have to do something, the thought penetrated every fiber of her being, anything.
She lifted the plant from the top, and then the cloth that remained was pushed aside, falling in a heap on the floor. Carefully and slowly, she unlatched the lock, lifting open the box like it was some treasure she had found. Something she shouldn't have been touching, like she was a child disobeying her parents and preparing for the punishment. But that wouldn't come. This was hers. But for some reason, her brain and her heart were at war with each other as she continued to lift the metal lid of the box. The feeling that washed over her when the morning light reflected upon the Beskar was incomparable; an intoxicating mixture of nostalgia, happiness, sadness and now, a feeling she hadn't associated with the contents of the box for several years, a sense of hope too lingered inside both her heart and brain. Something both of those parts of Alyona could agree on.
The pads of her fingers danced over the indents and imperfections of the ancient metal, tracing each mark with care as she held a piece on her hands. Her eyes sparkled, perhaps it was just the light reflecting from the Beskar. Perhaps it was something much more tangible. It was as if it was her first time coming into contact with Beskar, as if she hadn't worn this armor so much in the years before that her muscles practically ached for the feeling of it attached to them once more now.
The Beskar was so much more than armor to her. Each imperfection a reminder of her past. Of all she loved, and all she lost. And what surprised Alyona the most, was that the memories didn't cause her the pain they did even as early as yesterday. Today those memories only brought her hope. There was a Mandalorian on her planet once more, and suddenly she felt hope for whatever that would bring. The daydream was no longer unattainable, it was in reach. It was sitting right in front of her, waiting for her next move.
(a short hc in honor of the chain necklace robin wears in st3.)
occasionally, robin would become utterly insane with a desperate need to have you wearing her chain necklace. to her it was such an innocent and intimate gesture. while other couples could indulge in excessive PDA, this is all she really had. all you both really had.
she would put it on you in the morning before work. her soft fingers brushing your hair out of the way, while her glossed lips pressed kisses to the nape of your neck. it left you giggling, the sound alone making robin feel like her heart was going to explode.
she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes off you, even while you sat in the back of steve's car as he drove you both to work. as he rambled about his date, robin would be glancing at you through the rear-view mirror. or reaching her hand back to squeeze yours every few minutes.
she would just catch you fiddling with it while out in public, and a blush would spread over her face. she would be totally pinning for you the whole day. and steve would definitely be making fun of her for it, making snide remarks and all, but she didn't care at all.
when you both were alone later that night, robin would be a mess. just completely infatuated with you. worshipping you. kissing all over your face and neck. hands intertwined as she hovered over you. her skin was burning for you. she was just completely weak for you, and going insane with the knowledge that you are hers and she is yours.
