#idk ahah

[benetnvsch]

Kunikida feels like a dog person in an agency of cat people to me

[val-aquenta]

So... @professorxsmokesweed said something about a Star Wars AU for Cherik featuring Jedi!Charles and Mandalorian!Erik. I was inspired lol. Sadly no headbutt kisses here, but does feature slightly slutty!Charles and very tired!Erik. They both love each other a lot. Anyways here goes:

Charles twisted his arms above him, twisting the wrist one way and then the other in hopes that they might loosen enough for him to maybe escape and get back to the fascinating river frog he had found. Nothing shifted. Nothing at all. “Fuck,” he ground out, huffing as he sat back. His tunics, slightly larger than they had to be, pooled around him without grace. 

“Done?” A voice, modulated yet familiar, whispered from the dark. Charles jerked around to see. An armoured person, probably a Mandalorian, stepped out of the dark with the most hideous purple and pink armour. 

Charles huffed a laugh, “Force…you’re brighter than a lightsaber in the dark.” Probably not the best idea, but then again his Master had always told him he was just a little too reckless. And probably an adrenaline junkie. That too.

The Mandalorian helmet tilted sideways, silent in what was supposed to be a threatening manner. Charles struggled not to laugh just a little. Eventually, they spoke again, “interesting words from a captive.” 

Charles’ eyes narrowed. Truly the voice was very familiar. It almost sounded like… “Erik?”

“Well met, Charles,” was the man’s response. Now that he thought about it, the visor was Erik’s signature style, more rounded as opposed to the usual T style Mandalorians usually had. “I see you…don’t like this suit?”

Charles hesitated because, well, Erik seemed to be his one way out. “Well… it’s, um, brighter?” Erik shook his head in exasperation, but dutifully stepped closer and examined the cuffs keeping his hands up. 

“Who was it this time?” Erik asked as he began to uncuff Charles, armoured fingers twisting the machinery until Charles’ hands dropped to the ground. Unconsciously, Erik’s hands circled Charles’ wrists and carefully rubbed them, checking the bruised skin. 

“Oh. Just some of the insurgents who thought they could use me as a bargaining chip.” Charles waved one hand dismissively. “Truly nothing to worry about, Erik. Honestly.” He patted the hand checking his left wrist tapping the hard metal.

Erik hummed, helmet barely processing the sound through the modulator. “Nothing to worry about? Manda, you’re probably the thickest Jetii I’ve ever met.”

“Hmm not that you’ve met many.” Hands sufficiently rubbed, he began patting himself for his belongings. “Dear Force, Master Yoda is going to kill me. I’ve lost another lightsaber.” Even more patting, this time slightly more frantic before he turned his face to Erik’s, lips pulled down in a frown. “My data as well. Madame Jocasta sent me here for information for the archives and I’ve gone and lost it.”

Erik sighed and patted Charles’ shoulder comfortingly, “would you kiss me, dear Charles, if I happened to get your jetii’kad and your datapad?”

“I’d do more than kiss you, my friend. Even without the lightsaber and pad.” A quiet huff of laughter before Erik was tugging Charles up firmly to stand beside him. After taking a moment to correct his tunics so they fell in a slightly respectable manner, Charles began to follow Erik out of the small room he’d been imprisoned in. 

“This is the…fifth time, isn’t it cyare?”

“Fourth. Iridonia doesn’t count. I was already out of my bonds then and you know it.” Charles easily quipped back, tapping the back of Erik’s helmet with one finger. 

Erik stopped and fixed Charles with what would have been a formidable look if Erik had no helmet on. “Who was it that got you out of the zabrak prison then? If I recall, you were lost.”

Charles frowned and huffed, “I really was not.” He straightened and crossed his arms, a slightly imperious look on his face. “The Force guides me, I’ll have you know.”

“I’m sure it does.” He gestured to the right, palming a door open. Bright sunlight hit their eyes, making Charles wince slightly. 

“Ah. Free at last. Thanks to you, of course.” Charles gave Erik an appraising look, smile a bit hungrier than usual. 

Erik sighed, “the things I do for you.” He gestured to Charles to follow him. “I managed to…retrieve your personal items, but they’re on my ship.”

“Inviting me to your ship, Erik? Positively scandalous.” Charles said, a smile curling his lips.

Erik barked out a laugh, “as though you’re any better.” He indicated the deep v Charles’ tunics made, exposing a fair bit of collarbone for the world. Charles tilted his head, the innocent look rendered useless by the gleam that had appeared in his eyes. Stepping closer, he let one finger trace the pale skin before jerking his head back into the forests. “The ship?”

With reluctance, they drew away from each other and began walking to the ship, Charles trying to peek around the helmet to the handsome face that he knew lay beneath it. The sleek grey metallic ship gleamed where the sunlight managed to pierce the leaves and hit it. Familiar with the ship, Charles hoisted himself up through the door and followed Erik into the ship. Finally, the man tugged the garish pink helmet off, revealing a scurfy and well-loved face. “There you are,” Charles whispered softly, drawing closer until he could reach up and trace the beloved cheekbone. He leant up and placed a kiss there, gentle and chaste before grinning impishly. “Your kiss, my hero. Now…my datapad?”

“A kiss for the rescue too?” Erik asked. The smirk on his lips grew. Charles appeared to contemplate it for a moment before nodding and leaning up for another one. He angled his face down and received the chaste peck on his lips before embracing the slightly smaller man tight. “And one for the other five times?”

“Four.” Charles huffed but obligingly leaned up for another. This one lasted longer and was a lot less chaste. When they finished, Erik still didn’t release Charles, instead tilting his head down and pressing their foreheads together smiling at the familiar scent of the man. His hands stroked at Charles’ back, fingering the edges of the fabric. Charles sighed into the embrace. “Thank you, Erik. Truly.” One of his hands carded through Erik’s hair gently. 

“Don’t worry.” Erik murmured, “I’ll rescue you whenever you need it if it gets me your kisses.”

Charles pulls away with a soft smile, “I told you already. I’d kiss you regardless.”

Thanks for reading. Also here on ao3 if you want.

[unintentionally-dead]

The world needs more Fukaflower :')

[angeltiddies]

dean’s ending is going to be about him letting goe of his fears and angers

sam’s ending is going to be about him finally getting a ‘normal life’

[emy-san]

What do you think about Vanitas & Ventus? Which one do you like?

I love both of them.

But y’know...

I love this gremlin a little more ♥

[nfly5]

moonbin the monbebe

+ a giggly cutie:

[kaiyaru-drawings]

throwing my love at @malazuzu22 like

[hirohamadar]

The young borrower was careful to not to alert the cat of his location. He cautiously ran to the table side. Hiro knew that the humans, or rather human didn’t mind him being there as he often left him snacks. He started his way up the table side wondering what kind of snack could have been left for him this time. It’s normally sweets such as pastries or cakes. He was shocked to see a young girl gathering the snacks.

“Huh?? There’s more..I thought I was the only one here...” Hiro mumbled raising an eyebrow.

@skylieclearwater