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Hello all,

Just wanted to say I am taking a *brief* break from WG while I finish up a Din x F! Reader one-shot.

It will involve sex pollen and so it WILL be 18+, obv.

Excerpt below in case anyone’s interested:

Title: Noble Intentions

You jerked away from the door, eyes sweeping up and down the corridor. You remained alone. You turned and padded quickly toward your quarters in the servant’s wing. You kept your eyes down; your brain worked through this new information furiously.

A bounty. No doubt a high price. Someone was coming for the eldest son, may in fact already be in the vicinity. The Canlos were clever; you’d overheard whispers during charity functions and in booze-soaked studies. When they decided to act, they kept their dealings close to the vest, only imparting impending danger to an enemy at the last possible moment. Usually too late for the target to even react.

Eldrin was right to panic.

A brief, hesitant glimmer of hope was blooming in your chest.

As you made your way to your quarters, you’d noticed the growing din of commotion toward the wide foyer. You followed it, staying close to the wall. Your heart was now a hammer against your ribs.

You were right to anticipate trouble had already arrived. You’d barely made it five more steps before a deafening blast threw you back into a stone column. The front gates had been breached, the doorway blew inward. Shrapnel splintered and cracked against the stone floors. You reflexively crouched behind the pillar, waiting for a chance, any chance in this gift of a distraction.

An imposing figure strode in, cloaked head to toe in armor. The figure

(he?)

Remained silent and purposeful. He did not speak, merely angled a long, forked rifle toward anyone who may dare approach.

No one dared.

He clutched a small metal square that blinked rapidly red. It emitted a sound that was urgent, insistent. The others that had gathered seemed to grasp the heavy urgency of what was happening; they were promptly scattering like insects, desperate to attract the attention of had to be the bounty hunter sent after Eldrin.

You held your breath. The imposing hunter breezed past you, single-minded in his movements.

The beeping and footsteps retreated. You felt as if you were dreaming.

You stood on shaking legs and moved to the door. No one was there to stop you.

You stepped out into dry sunlight.

You could barely believe your eyes when you saw the ship in the courtyard, ramp extended downward. You did not hesitate- you ran.

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Waxing Gibbous

Part Thirteen

Preview

Ezra had begun writing an autobiography of sorts. You often heard his dictation well into the stretch of your afternoons, his voice animating into flights of vivid imagery and florid, expounding descriptions. He dictated, but he also typed, pecking with the pointer fingers of each hand. You knew that when he was typing he was not to be disturbed. He never said it outright, but you knew that he typed because he could not bring to life the horrors he’d both witnessed and committed, he could not convince himself to speak of things he’d done that would shake the foundations of a kinder man’s moral compass.

You were not privy to those thoughts. You stayed away, you respected his need to keep that part of him tucked away. You knew it was his way of working through it, of processing the deeds that had led him to what seemed in the reaches of his mind to be an unearned reward. He would tell you in his own time, you did not press or push him as you knew better than most how fragile peace of mind could be. You would allow him any indulgence that may work to keep the dreams away.

When Ezra had a nightmare, you were most often awoken by a keening whine between clenching teeth. He did not thrash as you did, rather he’d lie beside you as if paralyzed. You had to talk to him to bring him back, coaxing his rigid muscles to loosen with careful, even strokes of your palms across his limbs and torso.

“Come back to me, love. You’re not back there. You’re here with me.”

He would reemerge from his fathomless depths gasping, and reach out to you, winding his limbs through yours as a thistle seeks to weave itself into the wind that caresses it.

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Preview of the follow up to Noble Intentions because I am a fool:

You had fully expected things to drastically change between you both after that night. Whether good or bad, you knew to prepare yourself for either eventuality.

You’d extricated yourself from beneath his heavy arm when his even breathing had devolved into soft snores. You winced as you padded away. You hoped you wouldn’t wake him. He needed to rest, and perhaps you’d assisted him in achieving meaningful slumber.

Din.

The name he’d given you in the throes of what seemed to be manufactured passion remained in the back of your throat like an endangered bird lashed against the stretched moorings of your vocal cords, as afraid of its freedom as it was of possible extinction.

You needed the ‘fresher before retiring to your own cot; the remnants of what the Mandolorian had left inside of you leaked steadily, unashamedly down your thighs. You knew that you were going to feel him with every step you took for days to come.

When you finished cleaning up and lay your head down on the sparse mat you called your bed, you decided that you were not going to mention what had happened. You still felt fragile, unsure of your place in all of this. Still dependent on another’s kindness and sense of charity. If Mando

(Din)

decided to broach the subject with you after the fact, you would address it then. You knew you’d had no control over how desperate you’d been, how lasciviously you’d bared yourself to him. You tried not to dwell on the sounds you had made, on the sounds your body had made.

What was done had been done.

Your fingers drifted up to your neck as your eyelids became heavier. Strange, not to have the familiar weight of the collar upon you. This, as well, would be an adjustment. You’d gone so long with the ring of durasteel being a part of you, a part of your identity and station. You felt somehow even further unmoored by this, by who you were now.

You simply didn’t know, not yet.

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Not sure if anyone especially cares, but I posted the sequel to Noble Intentions last night and it was quickly brought to my attention that the formatting had been royally messed up. I tried to fix it quickly but I only messed up more and then my tags stopped working....so, it kept bothering me and so I deleted the update... I will be redoing it entirely this evening so if you saw the update know that it exists, it was not how I wanted it AT ALL, I’d rather redo it at this point .

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I am planning on posting the next chapter of WG tomorrow evening. I will not be posting a preview.

I apologize in advance. This chapter is something I just need to get out. It will not be nice or light. I’m working through some dark feelings right now so I just really need to put out there that if you’re feeling especially sensitive, please, just skip it.